Alice frowned at the ticking clock. Seven days made up a week and while it had been a informative week, Alice was getting rather bored. She had repaired all of Liza's clothes and adjusted them so they fell on the woman's frame perfectly. Something to keep her hands busy while the woman explained the world of vampires and drinking blood. While her strength and speed hadn't exactly been a blessing for the tailor, but she had worked her way back to the delicate touch she had with the needle and thread. One good thing about being a vampire, threading a needle was far easier. Liza had explained the benefits of being stronger and faster, as well as jumping further. Something Alice hadn't really tested out, being more concerned with the delicate control she was learning over her overly powered body.

Giving a sigh as she tied off the rough braid of her raven hair, Alice rolled her tongue over her fangs. Wincing at the lousy taste of mouse blood. Using the ability to tap into the minds of animals from time to time, the woman had tried to get a taste for animal blood luring mice and rats to her in the alleys. Leaving the bats, cats, and dogs alone. Especially the bats, disgusting creatures. She shivered, at the thought of bats. They were truly disgusting and a documentary she had watched informed her they were the only species to carry rabies without a symptom. Alice had been paranoid about them ever since much to Liza's most likely amusement and displeasure. Flickering her eyes to the waning sun, Alice gave a groan and laid her head on the desk impatient for the day to be done and the night to begin. Adjusting her scheduled was hard, but worse was the fact of what it would do to her shop. The late hours might just attract some customers, and trouble wasn't something she would probably have to worry about what with a vampire's weakness being beheading or a tap to the heart. Things she could avoid. If she cared to.

For all the worry in her life, Alice still longed for her shop. The coloring books, sketch pads and magazines were scattered about her as she chewed at her thumb. A horrible habit she had rid herself of years ago, only to resurface in the currently stressful time. Immortality didn't help as that possibility loomed on the horizon. She had wanted to ask, but feared the answer. To live forever? It was daunting. Giving another sigh, the tailor sketched mindlessly at a possible design. Whimsical and springy.