The thing that Alison would wake up to was laying in a nice soft bed, in an oddly cheery room, with her view being blocked by some vampire's pearly whites. "Aaaaaah" the vampire said, moving his tongue around, perhaps just to infuriate the man behind him. "Damnit Leo, move! I don't need her drooled on." Vincent grabbed his younger brother's head and shoved him aside. Leo laughed aloud; how he loved tormenting his brother. Vincent glared at him and shook his head, then turned back to the little damsel in his bed. "Sorry for the...unpleasant awakening. Would you tell me your name?" Leo chuckled behind him, "As if she'll last long enough for you to remember it." Vincent gave him a steely glare in return, shutting him up. At least, for the moment.