Liza stopped drawing abruptly, the scratching of her pencil ceasing. She turned her head over her left shoulder to look at Alice, her amber eyes burning across the room at her.

"If you mean a Vampire, then yes, I am."

She turned back to her drawing, the soft scratching of lead on paper returned.
Without looking back, she spoke again,"And no, I won't feed from you. In fact, I don't even feed from humans. The blood I have stored in my fridge [b]is[/b] human blood true enough. But it's from a blood bank."

Liza stopped drawing and lowered her pencil, she reached for a pink eraser and began quickly scraping away her paper, sending a flurry of eraser shavings across her paper. After softly blowing them away she continued,"I have a friend who's a nurse at a blood bank. She keeps me steadily supplied with freely donated blood. No need for killing when I have to feed."