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AlteredTundraAlice reeled sideways into the balcony as Liam shoved her out onto the darkened platform. Gripping the railing, the tailor whipped her head around as the vampire strode forward. Looking far too keep and pleased for Alice's comfort. Fear tingled down Alice's spine as she bared her fangs at the bastard across from her. Her own eyes gleaming red coals behind the mask of green and black. "Pleasant would be our meeting if you hadn't taken my life from me." The tailor hissed, her gaze darting around for escape. She was in over her hear and Alice knew it.
But that kernel of anger snarled and roared for what had been lost. She wanted to rage and snarl and rip his head from his shoulders. Something Alice wouldn't normally even consider. But Liam had that effect on people, or so the tailor was starting to piece together. But still, why not give him what he wanted? Why not lure him into giving her what she desired for attaining what he wanted? Darting a step back, Alice glowered at the one who had ruined her life. "I don't care so much about you turning me." Alice noted with a sorrowful note in her voice. It was a lie, she did care. But there was more at stake. "But you took my living, my shop from me! You made the police and hospital think I was mad!" Her voice was a whisper only her kind could hear, after all humans over hearing this would cause problems. "I. Want. My. Shop. Back." Each word was a forceful sentence. Her eyes burning with rage over that particular fact. "You say we have a relationship? That you wish to pick up where we left off? Then I want to be able to return to my shop. Without the police or hospital looking for me. Without them thinking I'm mad or insane or pulling my name through the mud with this scandal that you caused. It's put quiet a damper on things." Alice noted with a sour note in her voice.
"You've seen what I can do with cloth. You want more of that, you want more of this." Raising her finger to her mouth she bit down on the flesh letting the scent of more blood float on the wind. "I won't give you a single drop unless you give me what you took. It wouldn't do for there to be hard feelings between us, would it?" Another lie, but Alice doubted she could kill him. Hurting him was on the menu however. She would never help him willingly, but she did desire her beloved Timeless back and her in her proper seat on a old stool behind a counter or at a sewing machine. For that she would bargain with this devil.
But that kernel of anger snarled and roared for what had been lost. She wanted to rage and snarl and rip his head from his shoulders. Something Alice wouldn't normally even consider. But Liam had that effect on people, or so the tailor was starting to piece together. But still, why not give him what he wanted? Why not lure him into giving her what she desired for attaining what he wanted? Darting a step back, Alice glowered at the one who had ruined her life. "I don't care so much about you turning me." Alice noted with a sorrowful note in her voice. It was a lie, she did care. But there was more at stake. "But you took my living, my shop from me! You made the police and hospital think I was mad!" Her voice was a whisper only her kind could hear, after all humans over hearing this would cause problems. "I. Want. My. Shop. Back." Each word was a forceful sentence. Her eyes burning with rage over that particular fact. "You say we have a relationship? That you wish to pick up where we left off? Then I want to be able to return to my shop. Without the police or hospital looking for me. Without them thinking I'm mad or insane or pulling my name through the mud with this scandal that you caused. It's put quiet a damper on things." Alice noted with a sour note in her voice.
"You've seen what I can do with cloth. You want more of that, you want more of this." Raising her finger to her mouth she bit down on the flesh letting the scent of more blood float on the wind. "I won't give you a single drop unless you give me what you took. It wouldn't do for there to be hard feelings between us, would it?" Another lie, but Alice doubted she could kill him. Hurting him was on the menu however. She would never help him willingly, but she did desire her beloved Timeless back and her in her proper seat on a old stool behind a counter or at a sewing machine. For that she would bargain with this devil.
