<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>Penthouse - Recording room<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 was lost in her own world of music and writing. When there she produced some of the greatest hits that her band was known for. But the gift of such creativity came at a price. It made her withdrawn, quiet and distant. She would spend hours, or days locked away, not see from anyone. Hell, she would sometimes forget to eat after three days.<br/><br/>She strummed a few chords on her acoustic guitar, her voice playing along to the lyrics she wrote. It was enchanting, if not a bit somber. Perhaps drawing upon old deep forgotten feelings of depression. She stopped playing abruptly, having a new idea for a song. So she went back to her computer, trashed the song and started anew.<br/><br/>Such had been Cassidy's life, years before she met Erica or Alfred. She had been living alone, only traveling with her band during tours. She had withdrawn from the world, and focused on her music. She only interacted with the 'kine' if she needed to eat, or the occasional fuck. It had changed when she met Erica. Oh sweet Erica, the one bright spot in her miserable undead life. She loved the girl, so why then did she feel the primal urge to hurt her? To fuck with her mind and turn her against Alfred.<br/><br/>Cassidy frowned. Alfred. He was a thorn in her side. A nuisance. Some how she knew Erica would bring him here and it would fuck up everything she built over the past year. Unconsciously Cassidy growled under her breath. He trotted around because he knew Erica loved him more. He was nothing to Cassidy. Just a walking bag of blood, and a cock to fuck.