Liza sighed woefully, her pity for Alice throbbing within. How the young Vampiress before her reminded Liza so much of herself a decade ago. Lost, afraid, confused, this and so much more rended at Liza’s heart and mind all those years ago. But no longer, Liza had grown strong through the years, she had adapted, she had learned to survive. Granted Liza had always been strong-willed and gritty in her youth, a tomboy of a girl who had grown up in a broken home. Survival and being self-sufficient had always been part of who she was. Alice too it seemed had been on the outs with her family. But unlike Liza, it was clear Alice was the passive type, the type who would sooner cower in a corner and accept death over fighting for survival to the very end.
Confliction writhed within Liza, so much of Liza pitied Alice, it longed to help her and protect her. A smaller part within Liza mocked Alice, seeing her as pathetic and worthless of the life she would so easily surrender. This more sinister side burned deep within Liza, a side that had been kindled long ago.

Liza stood silent, arms at her side as Alice wept before her. [i]Like someone lost in the black depths of unsurity, or a weakling.[/i] Liza shook her last thoughts away, slightly ashamed at her leery attitude towards Alice. [i]Regardless of her method of reaction or handing things, she’s lost in a strange new world, strange people are after her, she needs help. I never had anyone to help me, even before becoming a Vampire. I guess that’s part of my problem.[/i] Liza thought bitterly.

Liza gently took hold of Alice’s left arm, holding firmly, and sat on the bed beside her. She spoke,”You asked about Dalton. Dalton isn’t a Vampire, he...he’s a [b]Werewolf[/b]. I’m assuming he didn’t completely change form at the ball, you probably just saw his eyes. Huh, good thing too. Werewolves are quite...[i]awing[/i] in beast form. Like in those cheesy black and white wolf-man movies from the sixties.”

Liza released Alice’s arm and placed her hands on her knees, looking around to Alice,”And as for ‘Liam Enduro’, I’m not worried about him. He wouldn’t be the first blood-slash-sex crazed Vampire I’ve handled before.” She ended with a joking smirk.

“Alice,” she continued,”if your solely worried about me don’t be. I can take care of myself. But, I can’t watch you twenty-four seven true enough. Your the one to be worried about, no offense. If you really, honestly think you’ll be safer from Liam by leaving the city, the state even, then I won’t stop you. But Alice, if you leave, you’ll be all alone. You’ll have no one to help you or watch your back. It’ll be you versus the world. [b]Both worlds.[/b] 
New York City is my home, I love my job, my coworkers are my mortal family, I won’t leave them or my home behind. Do you even know where your going to go?
Pittsburg? Boston? Saint Louis? Los Angeles?”