With a harsh force, Liam pulled backward from Alice, tearing a strip of hide from her neck, which flew from his own mouth into the air and onto the ground behind him with a sickening [i]plop.[/i]

He released her and let her crumble to the asphalt floor of the alley, her blood smeared across her neck and shoulder, as well as across his own mouth.
He now stood towering over her, his pale skin shining in the night, and his now red eyes glowing like balls of fire in the shroud of darkness. His gleaming fangs peeked out from his upper lip, which was turned up in a coercive smile with his lower lip. A simple yet cold-bearing smile of cruel intention, blood dribbled down from the fang tips and from the corners of his mouth.

He then knelt down next to Alice, his red eyes burned into her face, his cold smile unwavering and leaving his newly seen fangs exposed to Alice's view.

"Oh, sweet Alice," he cooed,"it took everything in my willpower to keep from draining you dry. Your blood is so...[b]succulent.[/b]" He practically hissed this final word.

He leaned down closer to her face, her own blood dripping from his mouth down onto her cheeks and forehead.
"I have never tasted such a sweet red honey, an ambrosia of the human heart," he said,"how I wish there were more like you, those with such a fine taste, like the best wines on the hottest day. I do hate that this must end, that I cannot treat myself to blood like yours regularly. How I wish I could..." His voice trailed off, his smile slightly fading, his lip lowering back over his fangs, covering up all but the tips.

[i]Of course![/i] his mind echoed, [i]I [b]can[/b] have her for always, I can savor her blood as often as I want, but.... no. It might be-....Dammit all!
I must have her, I will take her as my feeding concubine. But still, she...[/i]
He closed his eyes tightly, a smile curving back into the corners of his mouth.

"So be it." He said aloud to himself, his red eyes flashing back open.

He raised his right hand, lowering it just over Alice's face.
From his fingers protruded sharp, blade like claws, each at least an inch long. He raised his left hand and extended his index finger and, with swift motion, sliced the sharp claw of his pointer finger across the bottom of his wrist. Blood almost instantly came oozing out.

Liam then used his left hand and roughly prized open Alice's mouth, stretching her jaw downward. He then lowered his skit wrist over her mouth and arched back his hand, the pressure forcing out a stream of blood, which spilled into Alice's mouth and ran down her throat...