She could hear his heavy footsteps, as he turned the corner and she took him in, her eyes flitting over his frame but she saw no need to look further, it would appear as if she was sizing him up. Keeping an open mind, she stretched her hands out to accept the pie, even though she would only throw it away, until he paused, before he walked past her, heading towards the trashcan. Perhaps he could tell, because as he moved past her, he stirred the air, and she caught his musk, bloodsucker and all. Alice smiled to herself before leaning back against the counter, and as the silence continued, realized she hadn't introduced herself, or said anything at all for that matter.
"Well I'm Alice Reed, and I welcome you into my.. humble home?" Gesturing around her, she paused mid-sentence, realizing that this mansion was not very humble at all, that her living here screamed wealthy and prissy. Oh well, it wasn't as if she cared what those thought of her living there, or of her at all.

Running a hand through her hair, she heard the tea kettle begin to whistle, quietly at first until it was a loud, piercing sound that cut through the temporary silence and she moved quickly to tend to the boiling liquid. Reaching for a teacup, she turned to where Erik stood, eyes questioning.
"Would you care for some tea?" And as she spoke her voice eased into her slight french accent, not as thick and unintelligible as it once was but it was there, only noticeable if you looked for it. Deciding to pour him one regardless, she filled the two cups with water, then steeped the tea, adding milk and sugar to hers, and leaving his plain, and the milk and sugar on the nearby table so he could add it in if he so desired. Sitting down at the smallish dining table, she sipped at her tea, the scalding hot tea not causing her to grimace in the slightest. Alice took another gulp before setting her cup down and glancing over at Erik, her face, for the most part, expressionless.
"May I ask, what's it like here? Are the townspeople... treating you well?" She spoke carefully, though she knew there was no need, but she did not want to be seen as a threat of any sort to his meals as well.

Though Alice did not need to feed everyday as newly turned vampires did, and when she did, she made sure she was not imploding on any other coven's territory or what not. She was a reckless newborn, to say the least, but with the help of her creator, she got the hang of things, and once she did, her creator saw no reason to stay and Alice was okay with that, but it did pain her to be apart from her creator, but that was only but expected. But that was then, and this was now, and instead of letting her thoughts wonder, she focused on Erik, a small smile putting a curve in her lips.
"So, tell me about yourself? Who is Erik Tolgan?"

Her smile widened, becoming more than just a courteous simper.


the pretty lies, the ugly truth
vampire - anacosta heights - 19 - bisexual