((Will fix text color when I'm home..posting from my cell.))<br/><br/>Cabiria is about to answer her new ...companion, but just as she opens her mouth a voice rings out in the hotel. It's hard to discern where it comes from exactly, but It's even harder to ignore.<br/><br/>"Well...that puts a rush on things doesn't it pet..." The vampiress face is slightly crestfallen, as it seems she had -something- elaborate planned- as she usually did in these situations.<br/><br/>The taking of a 'slave' was not a task Cabiria took lightly. She'd kept an eye on her current subject for quite sometime before deciding the girl would suit her needs adequatley. This was a bond of trust after all. A power exchange of sorts. The older woman tried her best to act as if it was nothing, but it harkened back to her own embrace...and why she bothered with this 'task force' to start with.<br/><br/>Frankly, if humans were starting to get the upper hand..so be it. Most of her kind were lazy, and cared little for showmans ship, or effort. Cabiria had no time for these fools, and if it was fates will that her kind's time had come..so be it. However, she couldn't sit idly by while the murder of her dearest friend roamed free. While she couldn't be sure the other members of the council that had been murdered didn't deserve it, she could attest that Yves didn't deserve his fate. And she'd be sure to avenge it.<br/><br/>But..back to the task at hand. "Well...we best get going." Cabiria leans back, and quickly shuffles to her feet, scampering around frantically to get dressed. After a solid hour, the englishwoman comes back to the bed, dressed in a fine evening gown straight out of the era of her birth, yet modernized enough for practicality. Blood red velvet drapes from her hips, with masterfully woven golden inlays, and a tight black leather corset binding her chest. Her skin is ghastly white, and her eyes are lined with thick coal black liner, while her cheeks and lips are painted red, giving the illusion of life. Her short cropped blonde hair is covered with a elegant red hued wig, cascading curls meander from the elegant buns atop her head, falling over the golden hair ornamentation,  onto her supple neck and Elizabethan collar. She is the essence of the Elizabethan lady, and she is certain she looks as good as she felt.<br/><br/>It was rare she was able to dress so flashy...so tonight felt oddly like a homecomming of sorts."Right..." she starts, rubbing her hands together as she licks her pointed teeth. "This won't hurt a bit...well..won't hurt much."<br/><br/>With out another word, Cabiria grabs Alices wrists, unshackling her, before bringing the girls right wrist to her mouth and sinking her teeth in. The warm viscous liquid doesn't taste of copper to the vampire, but of life itself. She moans in approval, and with all the grace and poise of a coke addict, she unlatches her lips after a few moments, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Anxiously looking around. "Well dear..." she starts, as she stands and stretches, acting as if nothing happend, but feeling far better then she had in years. "Are you ready? Er...we..might want to get you some clothes...."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>