<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/c7cf7f788162cd4890e2b0ba975b1d3d/tumblr_msee3pteoA1srylwzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cassidy Coldwell<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Alfred<br/><strong>Where:</strong>On the Road<br/><strong>Music: </strong>here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AK1TnheTdww)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://m1.behance.net/rendition/modules/35924551/disp/ca0698b5ccf67f5600a70a0a4f3756af.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Cassidy smirked, finding it amusing that Alfred was so eager to offer the blood in some sort of self delusional importance. She could have anyone she wanted, by force or by consent. It rarely concerned her. Still, there was a hint of admiration in her tone when she spoke up. "Sure. Wendy's it is. You will want to eat first."<br/><br/>Outside the street lights cast an opaque yellow on the road. Tension hung in the air as they drove to their destination. It was out there now. Cassidy was going to drink from him. Pierce him and drain his essence. The anticipation would most likely make this trip all the more intense.<br/><br/>"It was at a coffee shop, I think..." Cass said, after they had picked up Alfred's foot and drove away from the restaurant. "She was cute. Wide eyed. I knew she was intrigued by me when I first walked in. She was some book and sipping a coffee."<br/><br/>Cassidy's words were soft and a bit more sensual than she intended, as she was reliving the memory. She could picture it clearly, recalling details of what Erica was wearing, and the faint perfume she wore. "I was only in two for a couple of nights, playing a concert. She was very pretty...your Erica. Young and sweet, and tasted wonderful."<br/><br/>Cassidy didn't say what she meant by 'tasted wonderful'. Maybe it was the blood, or maybe it was her sex. Either way she leaned back and recrossed her legs, looking out the window before fixing a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear.<br/>