<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/c7cf7f788162cd4890e2b0ba975b1d3d/tumblr_msee3pteoA1srylwzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cassidy Coldwell<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Own Bedroom<br/><strong>Music: None<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/27400000/Maria-Brink-maria-brink-27444898-426-720.jpg)<br/></strong><hr/><br/><br/>Cassidy retreated to her room. To sulk, to brood, all the things she had been known to do. It wasn't what she had pictured, her undead life with Erica. She frowned visibly and paced back and forth in her room. Alfred had gotten under her skin. She felt like she could lose herself in him. His blood, his eyes, his taste. Cassidy stopped pacing. She was feeling the hunger inside her. She had hardly been sated.<br/><br/>She turned to look at her bedroom door. This was suppose to be her sanctuary. her place where no problems could occur, yet here she was, obsessing over the man who held Erica's heart. She growled and fell back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She needed a way to get rid of Alfred, and to do so without Erica suspecting her....