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.