Alice shrank back against the wall, flinching as a shredding noise cut through the end. Was that what death sounded like? It didn't hurt either. But there was the problem a bolt going through her heart surely would hurt. No two ways about that. Opening one emerald eyes as keen ears picked up the splash of water. Alice soon was staring with a mixture of desire and horror. For that was not water, but blood. The delightful scent filling her senses.

As the man fell at her feet, the tailor flinched back from the corpse. The three slash marks showing how he had died. Though staring at the corpse Alice found it wasteful that that blood was just spilling out onto the street. Surely she could make better use of it... Unaware or perhaps uncaring of the fangs that now sprouted from her, the tailor eyed the corpse hungrily. Waste not, want not they said and surely this applied. Though her thoughts were paused at a voice. Looking towards the speaker. Alice flinched a step back from the corpse of the man, having been so intent on the possibility of feeding earlier. "w-who-?" Who had saved her? Why? "No, I am not." She whispered covering her mouth with horror at what she had been contemplating and about to do.