Alice flinched at the word [i]'weak'[/i], her eyes dropping as she did not deny that fact. She had always run away from her problems. Her family for one example. Liam for another. "I'm not like you. Not like the other vampires." The tailor said in a quiet voice, her dark tresses falling about her too pale face. "I can't fight, and killing... It is abhorrent to me. I understand why it was necessary to kill the man in the ally." Her reference to when Liza had first taken the newly made vampiress under her wing. "But I don't have to like it observe it." Her voice never rose nor wavered. "When Aleera moved to kill Liam- yes, they could have- I declared I would have nothing to do with it."

Her shoulders hunched inwards on herself, as she regretted those words. Would they put Liza in danger now? "I said things that struck Dalton to the quick and distracted Aleera and Thomas- though that was not my intention. I merely wanted to be away. Something all three were against and Dalton was enforcing." There, the truth of it was out. Her green eyes grew damp as a old rage burned behind the angry tears. "Aleera spilled wine on my dress to try and get me to take my mask off. She offered vengence."

"I accepted. Merely asking for aid the return of my old life. To making people beautiful in my own way once more." Alice's voice sounded bitter to her own ears. "So I lured him to a balcony with the scent of my blood." Her sharp laughter was hard and very brief. "As if he could refuse. My blood is to him a lodestone. His desire for me drove him against two inquisitors, and now against two vampires and Dalton-? Is he a vampire or some other sort of 'Nightborn'?" Her gaze flickered sadly. "Yes, that is what the cruel bitch Aleera called us. Nightborn. I despise her. She ruined my dress instead of merely asking or taking a bargain. She shares my feelings for myself I believe." The woman admitted, her hands still wringing nervously. "The rest of my story is as I told you. Liam escaped... Much to my displeasure. Dalton was a friend whom I stung with barbed words I thought I had left with my family. And Now some Strumgeist loyal vampires are seeking Liam and I am all but caught in the middle!"

Alice dropped her face into her hands, unable to bear the strain any longer. "I am no fighter, nor killer. I was born to a political and industrial family. Who sought prestige in business. So when my fashion choices became so [i]odd[/i]... They gave the ultimatum of conformity or disownment. If I could not make it on my own in this world I would have to bend to their wills. But I did it. I made it. Only to have some mad vampire seeking me for bed and blood!" Alice gave a soft sob. "I run, I do not fight. For that is not my way! If I do not leave this city? What if Liam should come to you? Or you get pulled into the middle of this feud?!" Her dark hair flew as the tailor shook her head in the negative. "I could not bring such a fate upon you, when you have done naught but aid me. I would bear this guilt until the stars ceased or my life- or death- ended."