Alice blinked at the sudden knock, startled from her haunted thoughts. She had not thought of dress making all day. It had been a torture to simply lay here and listen to the hum of the hospital's traffic. To feel wrack after wrack of pain and torment slip through her body. If only she could get her hands on a pen and pad of papers, or perhaps a needle and thread. Add a bit of color to the drab sheets. Alice had dozed and sobbed through out the day. The latrer only when she felt for sure she was alone. Tucking her hands in her lap, the woman eyed both men with clear distrust as the officers entered. It wasn't that she had a thing against police officers, but rather strange men were something she was a tad leery of. Understandable since her dinner partner had attacked her. Wincing at the young officer's harshness, Alice bit her lip. "I-I'll sound crazy." She whispered, her hands fidgeting with the sheet over her legs. As if she was trying to find a place to put the needle and start the design. Her eyes filled with grief and fright as she began. 

"I had just gotten a bridal party= lots of works those. I work as a tailor, you see. They left quite the mess behind them and I had just finished cleaning." Her hands gripped the sheet tightly as she grimaced. "Then [i]he[/i] came in looking for a long, plain black coat of the style I excel in. I had the coat- it was a beautiful thing. Black and long with silver trim and the fabric had a hidden silver sheen to it. A pattern that would only come out in the right light. Just as a he specified, save that I had to change out the black velvet buttons to silver." Alice shook her head giving a bitter smile. "I thought he was a model. He wore it like a glove and paid my asking price in cash." She then described the jazz cafe she had directed him to when he took for her for their 'drink'. Describing Liam to the two officers, while she bit down on her trembling lip. "I thought he was going to kiss me... I thought- He said he was a surgeon. B-But he-he-" Alice trailed off. Her arms wrapping about herself. Swallowing several times to keep back the horrified sounds though the tears feel from her cheeks. "He did something- I don't know what... Not really. But his mouth was on my neck- then- I- It was nothing but blood. Blood everywhere." Laying a hand over the bandages, Alice whimpered and shook with sobs as she bit into her fist to muffle the cries. "H-he was talking crazy." Alice sobbed out, her voice hoarse. "He was saying my blood was succulent- the best he ever had." Wiping futilely at her tears, the tailor dissolved into a shell of herself. Her eyes red with the tears, her arms wrapped tightly about her knees as she bit back the cries of pain she wanted to let loose as a wave of pain swamped her body.