The ripping of flesh silenced the whimpering of the woman. Alice heard the [i]plop[/i] but it was a distant sound that merely was registered as she folded like a limp doll. So many said she resembled a doll. That she was just as fragile and delicate. But she had brushed it off so lightly. Perhaps she was not so unlike the china dolls one sat upon the shelf. Though as green eyes gazed up at the nightmare that towered over her. The red eyes- those red eyes- the clearest thing in the darkness. She would not forget those red eyes. Her body was unresponsive when her mind shivered in revulsion as Liam knelt next to her with those horrid fangs.

Alice would have wept at his words. At his cooed voice as though she was some fine rose to be plucked for his wanting. Though she supposed she was. How could she stop him? Her blood dripped onto her face as he stared down at her, speaking such wonderful words about so horrid a thing. The woman was unaware of the tears that still slipped from her eyes that still ran down her cheeks as he seemed to muse to himself over something she had no knowledge of. But he seemed to reach a decision. Which Alice thought was good. Perhaps then, she would be spared from the agony that made her weep. Her vision blurred as she felt her jaw opened and liquid fall into her mouth. She felt helpless as it ran down her throat. She wanted to whimper, to scream, to rip the cloak from him. But she was just so very tired. So very weak and so very ready to be done. Her vision was fading, and Alice gave in...

But she would remember. She would remember that coat of hidden silver, and the man of handsome nature and hidden horror.