<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<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/>Honestly, Cass was a bit taken back that Alfred was still here. She had assumed the man would have been scared off and ran back home, but to his credit he stayed. Perhaps he wasn't as weak as Cassidy had first assumed. She stood there, crossing her arms under her chest.<br/><br/>"I trust you slept soundly." Cass said, rather flatly and without much emotion. The sound of Alfred's heart was like a Siren's call, begging to be taken and raped of all nutrition.<br/><br/>She smiled, a fake one of course, but none the less it brought some life to her cold expression. Her fangs were briefly seen before she continued on. "Erica will not be joining us right now. She was up most of last night securing me food. We will have to entertain ourselves."<br/><br/>She then pulled her phone out and made a few texts, and busied herself with some pesky social media issues. "I have to meet my producer and then head to the recording studio. You will come with me, and not bother Erica? May give us time to even bond..." she said, but the last part was more of a teasing stab then an actual sincere comment.<br/><br/>Cassidy then looked back down at her phone, securing a limo for the evening....