LadyRunic

~Nyte Bloods~

@Mister Thirteen Did a little bit of updating to my posts. Apologies for that! It was irking me like a bad itch. I normally don't write so badly. Sadly I suspect this is how Alice feels looking at that man's outfit.

Samhain Intrigues

@FallenTrinity Yes you will!

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice gave a slight sniff as the man drew even closer. Vampire. She was still skeptic of the entire thing. But she had drank blood. That man, the insane one, mind. Enduro as well, they both seemed hung up on the blood thing. But as the cross bow was raised, aimed inches from her chest. Alice flinched back.

She was young. A tailor. Her life was making pretty clothes and happy customers. Enduro's voice that was giddy from her blood echoed to her. Words she wanted to forget so badly. Words that had damned her quite literally. "At least I won't be his feeding concubine." Alice whispered, trying to smile and failing miserably. Tears tracking down her cheeks. She wanted to run but she was just so tired. "I didn't want to know what that meant." She whispered, her voice shaking. Alice is it didn't have the strength to resist, to fight. Everyone was insistenton killing her. "Please don't make it hurt." The tiny voice wavered in fear. Alice truly didn't want to die. But what could so do? He was so very close. Too close. She could scream- lot of good it did her last time. She could run- though that was unlikely. That bolt would pierce her first.

Sniffing, Alice dabbed at a eye. "And get some better clothes than that." She advised. If she was going to die she at least was going to give a bit of fashion advice before hand. "You look like a bad excuse for a vampire hunter costume convention. I mean really." Her voice quavered as she criticized the horrible outfit. "Slim it down, perhaps more sleek- then you won't have to deal with all the strange stares you must get." Her lips trembled as she wiped at her eyes again.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice blinked slowly at the man. Her thoughts freezing in place as she grasped for reality that wasn't there. "Vampire-?" She whispered, the terror in her voice was obvious. Her eyes wet from tears of confusion and terror. "Vampire." She stated again, sitting down hard on the ground. The alley was disgusting and grimy but the tailor was beyond caring. The poor lass stared in shock at the man. "Liam Enduro- He was a vampire-? But they don't exist. Their myth- I don't like myths." Alice whispered, pleading for this nightmare to be over. To wake up in her lovely bed.

As the man took those dreadful three steps forward, Alice flinched back into the brick wall. Having been attacked twice- cornered three times. She was stressed, on edged and terrified of practically everything. Did she drink something? Yes, yes she did. But the question was if she dared tell this stranger that it was so. Would he believe her? Would he call her mad? Vampire- blood drinker. Blood sucker, as the man called Liam. "The bastard." She whispered, "H-He called my blood ambrosia. I drank something. Don't know what." She admitted, a hand straying up the where the wound on her neck had been. "I- Please-" She looked up at the threatening figure, "Kill Liam Enduro?" Alice covered her mouth with a hand. She had asked for a death of another person. But that man- that man had tried to kill her! She was horrified by what she had asked, but she also truly wanted it. Though she would never be able to do it herself.

~Nyte Bloods~

The tiny tailor blinked her emerald orbs. "Nightborn-?" She whispered, confused. What was he talking about? Cleansing? Was he some strange church nut, unlikely with the crossbow. "Cleansed-?" But it was his words afterwards that floored her. She knew him? Absolutely not with that horrible fashion. If he came within a mile of her shop, she would have fixed it. "Alley like before-?" She whispered, peering a bit further out from behind her cover. Lured by the possible knowledge of what was going on.

Was he the one who took her to the hospital? Who saved her from the maniac date she had? For essentially that was what it had been before the creep had tried to kill her or whatever. "You took me to the hospital-? You saved my life?" Alice asked, looking curiously at the shadowy man. "I- Please?" She begged weakly. Her voice breaking as she pleaded for answers. "Do you know what's going on? What's happening-?" Alice didn't really care about running- she doubted if she could. But answers, she needed those. Alice wrapped her arms tightly about herself as she leaned against the wall. "Please, I just need answers. I need to know what's happening. What did Liam do, and why me! What is so special about my blood!?" She sobbed, stress eating away at her.

~Nyte Bloods~

And of course it got worse. Supposed date turned cannibal, a crazed false cop who tried to murder her from drinking blood-never mind the fact she had done so- and now there was some strange man who really needed to take better care of his clothes. Alice shrunk back against the wall, tucking herself in closer to the dumpster. Like that would help, her cynical thought was bitter. Why was all this happening?! And more than that, why was it happening to her. Alice had never done anything to anyone, aside from maybe be a tad bossy about clothes. Trembling, Alice closed her eyes tightly.

He was looking right at her, she couldn't ignore that. Of course he had a weapon, which only meant she should comply. The alley wasn't a dead end, but that crossbow bolt looked like it would hurt going in. Standing, she peered out from behind the dumpster. Her hands up slightly as she wished she had a heavier dress to hide her shaking legs. From fear or cold, it didn't matter. Both were viable. "D-Don't shoot, p-please?" Alice whispered, eyeing her escape and knowing it wasn't likely. She looked like hell, felt like hell- mentally at least- and the poor lass just wanted to end all of this madness and wake up from the nightmare. "I don't have any money, I'm not a threat. What do you want-?" Her voice cracked as she tried to muster a glare at the mysterious figure. He really needed some fashion tips.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice shivered and sat against the cold brick wall. Why was everyone out to get her? The raven haired tailor shook her head in frustration. Even those thoughts made her sound crazy! Alice pinched the bridge of her nose. She didn't want to move from her hiding place, but she did need to move didn't she? To go back to the hospital, hope the man was gone. That was risky. To go the police was risky as well. Though her scream, the broken glass, and a crazy man after her. Her green eyes closed tightly.

She was nuts. The horrifying incidents were making her seem like a schizophrenia patient. "I just want a normal, quiet life." She whispered, curling into a ball. Her hands running through her hair as she combed out the tangles. A pointless task in a filthy alley. What to do? What could she do? Go back to the hospital? Or the police? Or home? Home was risky. She didn't want to lure the man to her beloved shop. "What is going on? What do I do? What did I do to cause this?" Alice whimpered weakly. Chewing her lip, the tailor wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks. "What the hell is happeneing?!"

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice had stumbled and fallen as she landed, giving a sharp cry. Looking up sharply in fear that he had some form of gun or something worse, Alice breathed a sigh of relief as she realized the man was withdrawing from the window. Had someone heard and come? Dare she hope? The answer was no. No, she did not. That man could very well be on he way down to finish her off, though she knew not why. Why did she suddenly start attracting the crazy folk of New York? It was New York, and thus there were very crazy people if the last two nights were anything to go by.

Fear made her blood run cold as she thought of the night and the crazed man. Of Liam standing over her. She couldn't stay here, he'd find her. Either one could find her. All the crazy man had to do was come down the stairs and then be ready to take potshots at her! Standing, Alice blessed the nurse who had given her an actual gown and not just the lace up the back kind. Moving carefully out of the glass, the woman bolted down the street. She would worry about figuring out where she was later, now she needed to run. The hospital didn't apparently have help available, so where did? Her home? Absolutely not! The police? That was more likely if she could find them! Though they would probably think her crazy. Alice considered herself crazy for jumping. Dodging into an alley, Alice took another turn and tucked herself behind a dumpster. Wincing at the dirt and grim. Flithy. But it was better than dying!

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice coughed and gasped as she lay on the floor. That... No one had attacked her like that before! Not even the strange Enduro! Green eyes looked up in blurred confusion as she saw the man pull out a stake and giant knife. The latter was more terrifying. A person with a knife, it was a personal weapon. Closer quarters and Alice shuddered as she spied hatred on the man's face. He truly meant to use that on her!

Bolting to her feet Alice did the worst possible thing. Her access to the door was blocked and thus not viable. While the tailor did possess a sharp tongue and dangerous needles and pins. Those thing were not as effective as that knife would be. So turning on a heel, missing proper shoes horribly. Alice jumped out the window. Hurling herself through the glass and to the ground below. Praying this wasn't a suicidal option. She was trying to avoid death after all!

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice shivered as this man pointed out that this hospital had no security. That scared her, though it leaned towards confirming he was not a officer of the law. Her mind still shrieked over the fact that this hospital had no security. Like, seriously! Didn't they even have a single emergency guard or whatever?! What if something happened, like this? It was negligent! "S-so what if I am a picky eater?" Alice's voice quavered as she fisted her hands to stop them from shaking. This intruder was truly scaring her. No, terrifying would be a better word.

And he was between her and the door. Color drained from Alice's face as she considered her options. The only escape route was out the window and that wasn't a very good idea! "I-I don't drink blood!" She declared, denying the truth of it. Reasoning for the moment she hadn't drank it but rather licked it. "That's just sick." She whispered, and it was sick. The sweet richness of it. She wanted more just as much as she wanted to flee from herself and her wants. But then the man whirled around looking half-crazed. Alice felt her heart stop in terror as she drew in a breathe and let out a shrill scream. It was her only defense, she wasn't a fighter! If he lunged the woman was preparing to leap over the bed and circle about him for the door. From there, it was anyone's guess what she'd do aside from run. Run far, far away and then summon the police to help her perhaps? Alice wasn't thinking that far yet, the screaming part seemed more important.