Alex sat on the beach, staring out at the water as his friend amused the others with colorful explosions. A smile twitched on the edge of his lips, but he made no move to join them in their laughter. It was his birthday tomorrow, he was going to be eighteen in less than twenty four hours now, and he really didn't want this day to end. He sighed and pulled his knees closer to his chest, noticing the tornado but figuring it might just be Ian fucking around a bit as he always did. His friends were close-by, and even though Ian took no notice of the whirling mass of wind, Alex still figured it was only a harmless trick being played by a wind student.

That is, until someone made the tornado venture into the lake, sending out a large wave of water and soaking him in the freezing liquid. His mood changed from calm and sombre to raging mad as he waved his hand to dry himself off, then stood, glaring at the cliffs as his extra-sensitive hearing picked up the sound of another person. Bastard! he thought, climbing the cliffs rapidly and taking in the air. Being a vampire, it didn't take him long to track down the boy, where he narrowed his eyes and took a threatening step closer. "And what the fuck do you think you're doing?" he snarled angrily.

If he had been mad before, it angered him even more when the boy just acted like he hadn't done anything. "Bullshit," he growled, his gray eyes cold and his hand surrounded by a dark red glow. He was obviously past the point of simple irritation, it was never wise to get a fire vampire angry, especially when they weren't in the greatest of moods to begin with. "If you were trying to get some fucking peace and quiet, you wouldn't get me god damn wet, now would you?" He took another step forward and shoved the boy, hard.

Alright. One thing was for sure, when he was already in a bad mood, you didn't dare piss off Alexandre Blackthorn. And being insulted and then assaulted was a certain way that always angered him in the extremes, without fail. He was also a vampire, which was secret to most of the kids in the school, so he stood his ground like a solid brick wall when he was shoved, only shifting about a centimeter due to the strong wind pressure. And instead of being unfazed by the insult as usual, his already irritable mood took it much more heavily.

"Well, then I could equally say it's not my fault that you're too stupid to realize when to back the fuck down," he snarled in response, his voice dark and cold as he lunged for the other boy without warning, slamming him against the wall with enhanced strength and speed. He pulled his knife out with a hiss. "Nor is it my fault you chose to hit me, which was a really fucking wise idea," he snapped sarcastically.

Alex knew that Migoto hated it when he attacked people, it was the entire reason that he'd stopped for a while. He had learned self control so he could keep her. But some people just knew the exact things to say that simply set him off, and this guy was practically spelling out the fact that he wanted to get his ass kicked.

Alexandre narrowed his eyes. "Actually, I was giving you a chance to walk away without scars, but... if you're sure." He grabbed the boy's arm in a vice-like grip and increased the heat pressure in his hand until it was hot enough to burn, using his other hand to press the cool metal of the knife against his neck. It wasn't slicing the skin, though he would if pushed far enough. "How does that feel?" he sneered.

Alexandre hissed when the wind hit him, but he used his strength to remain where he was, tightening his hold on the boy's arm as his rage built up slowly. He wanted to hurt him, wanted to sink his fangs into his neck... but no, that would be going much too far. Instead, he could tell that the other boy was beat, so he let go and stepped back with a soft growl in his throat. "That's what people get when they decide to mess with people stronger than him," he said coldly.