Alex had gone to work but had gotten pissed off and walked out before his shift was even halfway over. Fuck that place. And fuck those assholes that ran it. He'd find another job, no problem. And if not, well then fuck this city. He'd just go back to Tahoe. It wasn't like he really had anything keeping him here. Granted, he had friends, but it wasn't like he thought that they wouldn't understand. It was just a bad week for him, a really bad week, especially now that Serena was gone. He was going to miss her. He did miss her, no matter how pissed off he was.

As always, he had parked his Mia in the parking garage, out of harm's way, and was presently walking around to the front of the building. Had it not been for the yelling, he might not have even noticed what was about to happen. Or if he had, he may have thought it was consensual. But she did yell, and he did hear it, and he did recognize exactly what was about to take place. Yeah, no fucking way he was just going to let that happen, even if his awareness of what races lurked in this city made him wary of what he was going to be going up against.

Coming up from behind, the guy was distracted enough that it was pretty easy for Alex to grab him, turn him around, and punch him in the face. Blood, a crunch. He was human. Good for Alex, bad for him. "Didn't your mama ever teach you that that's no way to treat a woman, asshole?" He asked, and then again his fist connected with the guy's face. The guy lunged for him, but he was too drunk and Alex was too quick for him. He was met with a knee to the gut. Alex's hands entangled in the creep's hair, and he slammed his face down against his bent knee.

Blood gushing from his face, that was it, he was done, and the creep took off running, as best as he could in the state that he was in right now. Alex thought about going after him, taking out some more of that aggression of his on the mother fucker's face, but it seemed more important that he make sure the girl was okay and that she made it where ever it was that she was going with no further delay. "You alright?" He asked, a scowl finding his lips at the blood and bruising upon her face. "Looks like he cracked you pretty good. Might wanna get somethin' on that."