Lydia had never done this before. The thought took quite some time to dawn on her as she kept her position, careful to keep her knees off of the dirty ground. In all of her years, Lydia had only seen the tail-end of a transformation, and that was only one time, by chance. Otherwise, she had never had any reason to even consider resurrecting a human as a vampire. She wasn't clueless about it (as there was plenty of time to read when one had an eternity to live), but what she did know was that every human's body would react differently to vampire blood. There was no way of precisely measuring how long it would be before it took effect. "Come on. Wake up," she ordered, speaking once again as if the woman would listen. She loathed the idea, but the truth was, Lydia couldn't force the woman - no, it wasn't that - Lydia couldn't force the<i>situation</i>into her control like she could with people. Instead, she had to be patient, to wait and let it happen.<br/><br/>The thought of 'letting things happen' irked her even further as she remembered the figure that had created this bothersome circumstance in the first place, leaving her stuck in an alley while her comrade chased him. Lydia didn't care about dead humans - a strange thought to have, as she coaxed one back into consciousness - but this vampire's shenanigans had crossed over into deeply personal territory, and on more than one level. Coven vampire or not, Lydia burned to see him torn apart.<br/><br/>With an uncomfortable groan, Lydia scanned her surroundings, then glanced back down at Alex's motionless face. For her own sake, Lydia hoped this would be over quickly; she wouldn't want to be caught dead in this position, hovering like some street rat over a naked human's body. In a motion that came as a surprise to Lydia, Alex's tongue flicked against her wrist. She wasn't sure if it was a sign that she was stirring or just a reflex, but she shook Alex with the arm that was wrapped around the back of her shoulders. "Hurry up, won't y-,"<br/><br/><i>"Stop what you're doing, vampire!"</i><br/><br/><i>Oh, fuck me.</i>Lydia seethed as she looked up, only to find two Enforcers approaching her. It was just her luck that something like this would happen. The man told her to put her hands up, but she made no effort to move. Alex made a quiet, muffled sound against her wrist. It was clear now that she was getting closer to waking, and Lydia was beginning to worry; if Alex started panicking, it would make Lydia look unquestionably guilty, given the circumstances. She wouldn't let it show on her face, though, if it was the last thing she did before getting pumped full of silver bullets. Lydia would just have to slither her way out of this as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>Part of the problem dissolved as Lydia realized that the female Enforcer was the one from that night at the club. It was almost hard to recognize the woman now that she wasn't dripping rainwater all over her carpet. Although Lydia had hoped that their encounter would be the first and the last one, if there was any Enforcer she wouldn't have hated to see at this moment, it was her. It wasn't like their brief interaction had sparked an alliance or anything like that, but the Enforcer - Morgan, she said her name was - seemed to be competent enough to not be a thorn in Lydia's side. That was a thought that the officer confirmed to Lydia herself when she relaxed slightly, then spoke.<br/><br/>"Lovely night for a stroll, isn't it?" she responded, tossing back a pointless comment of her own. Alex made another noise, and Lydia removed her wrist from her lips, then wiped away the excess blood, tracing the corner of her mouth with her thumb. "Hush now," she said, her voice falling into a soothing tone as she spoke to the semi-conscious woman.<br/><br/>It returned to its patronizing cadence in another instant. "Oh, put the guns down, I'm not going to hurt you." Lydia hooked her freed arm under Alex's legs and stood, scooping her into a bridal style hold in one swift, fluid motion. She preferred to stare people down at eye level; it wasn't as easy to be intimidating on her knees. Alex appeared weightless in Lydia's arms. "And I didn't do this to her, either," she continued, gesturing to Alex with a nod. She didn't care if all of the surrounding evidence seemed to point to her - she was telling the truth, so why waste time scrabbling to explain herself? As far as she was concerned, they were just going to believe her.<br/><br/>"Our little pest made another visit." Her eyes were locked on Morgan's as she spoke, and she paid no attention to the officer's partner. He wasn't the important one. "This time, it<i>was</i>one of mine. I liked this one, so I didn't want to let her go," she said, giving them a look of mock-mourning. The least she could do, when every ounce of control seemed to be slipping through her fingers, was mask it with condescension. "She'll be 'returning' to us shortly, so unless you want to deal with a hungry fledgling vampire, I suggest you go about your business." Lydia was bluffing; fledgling vampires were known to be ravenous, but without guidance, they would never learn how to properly wield their strength. Alex would be like a child all over again, and the two officers would make quick work of her.