Erica's mind tumbled over itself alone in the apartment.  She imagined Alfred's face in hundreds of expressions from outright fear as Cassidy slew him, ripping him apart limb from limb and forcing him to watch as she licked his blood off his broken body, anger, as he and Cass tried to kill each other, Alfre desperately battling with his last ounce of strength, Cassidy easily besting him, a lascivious grin on her face as she returned and claimed Erica infront of him.  The one expression she never envisioned was the one Alfred had actually worn as he came inside her sire, not once but twice.  The connection between maker and childe was still strong enough that she would have known exactly what happened if they had been within the penthouse, but as her lover and her sire mated in the limo, she was oblivious.<br/><br/>She wandered the rooms, giving up her work quickly after she'd written the same opening paragraph three times for the same article.  She blew her auburn tresses out of her face and tied them up into a tightly restrained bun.  She changed clothes for the third time that evening, settling on some black faux leather pants and a mid-riff baring maroon knit shirt.  She ran her hands idly over her stomach and chest as she gazed into the darkness of the city, something Alfred would have recognized as a nervous habit.  She checked the refrigerator, making a shopping list of Alfred's favorite things and having one of the PAs set to deliver it tomorrow morning.  She knew Cass wouldn't have thought of such things.  Maybe he was out shopping?  She checked her watch again.  No.  He'd been gone too long, something was wrong.  As she threw on her coat and was just about to head out searching for him, they came through the door, together, flushed and smelling of sex.<br/><br/>Erica stopped dead in her tracks and stared at them with an open mouth.  "Uh.....hi."