He had seen Erica angry only once or twice in the time they had been together, and neither of those times compared to what he just saw. Needless to say, he steps away from the two, watches them go off, and does his best to listen. He settles on the couch, sitting rather than laying on it.<br/><br/>He'd never seen her be so possessive, either.  Part of him loved that, perhaps the part of him that was her vitae. Part of him was worried.  Especially if she ended up cut off, he wasn't sure what they could do. He didn't know if he'd still have the new place to go back to, given the way in which he just disappeared.  And he certainly couldn't bring the vampired Erica off to live with his parents, like he'd done the last time he had lost everything.<br/><br/>"Fuck. What the hell have I gotten myself into?" It was very, very rare for Alfred to ever outwardly project his thoughts like this. it's quiet, but the two vampires could still probably hear him, just barely, like how he could just barely hear that whisper from his love. He sighed heavily. What could he do to make this all work out?