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Michael now has put it all into perspective.  He knows Michael is right, it was a stupid thought .  He really needs to get his emotions in check.  He stares off into the distance at the few people scattered about the cemetery.  Suddenly, he sees a familiar person.
    “Holy shit, there she is again!” Alessandro says as he peers through the branches of the huge old willow tree to watch the girl as she walks to her car. 
    “Damn Ales, what’s got up your ass today? ” Michael asks carelessly.  “Seriously, you may need meds if you keep acting so bipolar!” 
    “Right now , it’s that girl right there.  That’s what up my ass or more like a pain in it.  I’ve seen this chick all over the place doing very stupid stuff.”  He pauses as he continues to watch her.  His dark almond eyes fixated on her every movement.
      Alessandro looks down at Michael lazily lying under the massive shade with his eyes closed again, not really paying him much attention.  He jumps down from the tree and kicks Michael’s leg .  “That’s that same chick I told you about from the alley last week.  As matter of fact, I even saw her one night in this very cemetery a few weeks ago.”
    Curious now, Michael gets up from his shady resting place to see the girl who Alessandro has been talking about for the past couple of weeks.
    “Oh shit!  That’s that girl you keep talking about?  It’s a good thing you walked by when you did because that chick is way too fine to have been killed by one of those bastards.”
    “Yeah well, she’s becoming a health hazard.  That damn thing bruised up my shoulder pretty good when he slammed me into the brick siding of that building last week.  They are way too strong for their own good once they’ve eaten.  She is a prime example of what I was talking about, twice now I had to save her from being dinner.  Twice, Michael, and there will probably be a third because they just don’t know any better.”  He begins to stretch his arm as if it is still stiff and sore from the fight.
    Alessandro looks at her closer now as she gets into her car.  He has to admit Michael is right; she is a very beautiful woman, even without make -up on.  She has long dark wavy hair and a slim body.  She seems to look sad and tired though.  The sunglasses hide her eyes well, but not her body language.  The glasses don’t shield the despair that radiates off of her.  Alessandro is all too familiar with the look.  Being a Protector, he has witnessed many losses.
    “Well , my friend, you know what you have to do, don’t you?”
    Alessandro looks over at him with curious eyes.
    “Seriously man, it is our job to protect these people no matter how many times it takes.  If she is as reckless as you have said, she will need someone to look after her.”
    “I know and I guess since I’ve already done it before I’ll have to do it again.”
    Michael slaps him on the back.  “Yep, and if not for her sake then at least you will get to kill some shit.”
    Alessandro considers this.
    “Well, dude, I got stuff to do.  I’ll check ya later, okay?” 
    “Alright Michael .  I’ll see you later.”
    Alessandro watches as Michael hoists his big body on his sleek black motorcycle and drives away, heading only god knows where, before turning his attention back to watch the girl drive away. 
    His mind wanders back to a week ago on the night he saw her about to be killed in an alley by some Chinese restaurant.  It wasn’t his first time seeing her and he recognized her tear stricken face instantly. 
    On that night he was restlessly w andering around the city hoping it would calm him down before calling it a night when he smelled that god-awful stench the Rogue vampires produce.  Unfortunately, only other vampires can smell it.  It would make their job so much easier if humans could, too.  It’s a pungent odor mixed between dirt and the decay of their humanity.  
    He saw the Rogue in his stance about to