The new beginning [Aleksandr / Xayden]

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It was funny just quickly this summer in particular seemed to have flown by. It seemed as though it was only yesterday that he had been at Hogwarts, competing in the Triwizard Tournament. It seemed as though it was only yesterday that he had been at the graduation ceremony and it was partially because of that that an almost overwhelming feeling of sadness began to plague him, especially as the time came for him to say goodbye to his lover. It had been with a heavy heart that he held the younger male and kissed him farewell, wiping away the tears that had fallen from his lover's eyes before waiting at the station until he could no longer see the train and sighing with an extremely heavy heart he had apparated to his childhood home in Plymouth to await dusk to come and steal his boredom away.

Today was the day that he would go and meet his mentor, an auror that went by the same surname as his terrifying former Transfiguration professor, something that made him somewhat nervous. While Xayden was not usually scared of people that were not the same species as him, [ hell before Aito, he had at one point been attracted to a guy that was half-vampire for Merlin's sake!] Professor Nikolai [who was rumored by numerous people to be a vampire] had been the one exception. Now he was to study underneath someone that was sur e to be a relative of his without having any sort of idea just what type of person [or vampire] that this Aleksandr was, something that made him extremely nervous when it all came down to it.

The last thing that he needed at this moment in time was another person to disrupt his life just as things were starting to fall into place for him. He would have to place a large majority of trust in this man, this man that he did not know and he knew that he had the bad luck of having the worst types of people enter his life. He could only hope that his mentor would be one of the few exceptions.

His thoughts were interrupted when he glanced at the grandfather clock that was inside of the room that he was currently sitting in. It was nearing the designated meeting time for him and his mentor and if he didn't hurry and leave he was going to be late. So the Burman stood and reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a piece of paper that had both the designated meeting time and the location of where he was supposed to be meeting his mentor was at written neatly on it. With a quick glance at the parchment and a soft pop, he was off landing moments later in the familiar town of Hogsmeade.

With his hands shoved into his pockets and his eyes locked on the ground, he made his way through the town that held so many of his dearest memories. The candy shop where he had spent most of his third year visiting with Matthias and his brother in his spare time. The Three Broomsticks, the pub where he had spent many livelt nights drinking with Alejandro. The tea house where he had snuck off to for conversations with either Noah or his other less sociable friends. There were so many memories locked in the walls of those buildings and yet the man continued on past all of them until he reached the residential area of the town where he kept on walking until he reached a house that was located farther away than any other one, a house that was almost isolated and after checking the house number, he made his way to the front door, knocking firmly on the dark wood and waiting for an answer.

Let the games begin.

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Time.

It was something that passed by in either an almost agonizingly slow or blindingly quick manner depending on who was asked. It was something that was either loved and appreciated by those who had a positive outlook for life, or it was loathed and taken for granted by those who held a more pessimistic view. Then there were people who were like the young vampire, those that held a neutral outlook on time because they both had something to gain and lose as time went on, the things surrounding them changing while they themselves stayed the same. There were those both in and outside of his species that were given lifespans that would ensure them at least a few centuries [perhaps even longer if they were both clever and cautious] of wandering the world, something that could be either a blessing or a curse.

While Aleksandr was still young being an exact quarter of a single century in age, his mind was that of a much older being. He knew all too well that he could not allow himself to become attached to very many beings outside of his kind, knowing that if he did he would have to watch helplessly as they aged and eventually died in front of him. He would be cursed to watching generations upon generations of his companions die and living through that sort of torment, living through that sort of heartbreak was something that had never truly appealed to him. So the vampire had been something of a loner, wandering the corners of the earth disguised as a harmless and helpful young auror while searching for the one person that he believed to be his soulmate while harboring a stubborn determination to keep his distance from all others, something that he had managed to both succeed and fail at.

He had two donors that he had become dependent on. They held his life in his hands, provided him with the sustenance that he needed in order to survive and in turn he offered them protection and a lifetime of comfort for their services to him. He held a powerful type of infatuation for a young man that he had just met not too far in the past and because of this he found his thoughts and dreams often being swarmed with images of this man. Lastly there was his fledgling, a former donor of his named Hizaki that had managed to trick the vampire into giving him the gift of immortality. Now he had a auror trainee that he would be responsible for and he was more than eager to avoid becoming attached to the young man, so much so that he had made a promise to himself that he would make himself as unlikable as possible in order to avoid forging any other bonds.

He was to be a mentor, not a friend.

It was around dusk when his long day of self reflection had finally been interrupted by a firm knock on the front door. The sun had just set, the harmful rays fading into the darkness of the approaching night as the hour got later and later. Standing and straightening his clothes, the man moved with the fluid grace that came natural to him as he made his way to the door. The scent of exotic spices filled his senses, mixing with the unique smell of the Burman's blood and it helped the vampire confirm that his trainee was the one at the door. He could recall that scent from the year before during his patrols and he had long since connected it to the Hogwarts champion.

With a small smirk, the vampire threw open the door to his home staring down at him with his icy eyes that seemed to glow in the approaching darkness. He could almost smell the fear, the nervousness that radiated off of the normally arrogant young man and it was enough to make his eyes light up with amusement.

Oh this was going to be fun.

" Vell vell vell. If it isn't the notorious Xayden Andrews in the flesh. I have been vaiting for a chance to speak vith you since I've first laid eyes on you. Von't you come inside? Ve have a lot to talk about and so little time."