Oh, how she wanted what he offered. But Liam would give her nothing without strings she wasn't willing to agree with. Irritated and annoyed Alice was loosing her edge as she  felt her back hit the railing as Liam towered over her. Her crimson eyes gleaming withe rage as she wrung her hands hopelessly. "No!" The tailor hissed between her fangs. "You took my life and shop. There is no way you can return them. Them and not some second rate copy!" The raven haired vampire moved suddenly her hand striking across her creator's face with a ringing slap. Her nails having been dragged across his face. Temper and power had been behind that blow and using it as cover Alice darted to the side. Attempting to put more distance between Liam and her.

Furious and close to breaking her emotional walls again. Alice focused on trying to get around Liam, to the safety of lights and people. Even if she wans't one of them. She was a vampire and horror of the night. But she wasn't the worst thing out there. Liam saw them as prey. As something to quench his thirst and be used for his entertainment. That wasn't her, that wasn't Liza. They saw themselves as apart of humans but still close to them. Or so Alice thought.