<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/c7cf7f788162cd4890e2b0ba975b1d3d/tumblr_msee3pteoA1srylwzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cassidy Coldwell<br/><strong>Who:</strong>No one - yet<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Penthouse, top floor.<br/><strong>Music: </strong>here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiK2JlBpzvI)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black and white checkered skirt, torn fishnet stockings, black boots, buttoned up black denim top.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Cassidy frowned. She didn't like being argued with in her own home. Especially with some fucking mortal who seemed to act like Erica's ass was all his. Still, the older Kindred knew that there was more than one way to get rid of pests without killing them. After all, patience was a Kindred's best weapon. She shrugged her slender shoulders and moved away from Erica and into the large living room. The two of them were welcome to join her.<br/><br/>"Tell, me Alfred. Do you find us glamorous? Are we erotic and intoxicating that you would so eagerly follow a Kindred to the ends of hell out of some per-concieved notion of love?" Cass said, sitting down in a soft plush chair and crossing her legs slowly. The black torn fishnets hugged the soft creamy white skin of her smooth legs, and the tartan skirt rode up just a bit to reveal more of her.<br/><br/>Her lips were still moist with blood and saliva, giving the luscious lips a shade of bright red. Her winter blue eyes locked onto the man as he would enter. The room had hardwood floors and well lit lightning fixtures. A large couch occupied the room and a polished oak coffee table rested in the middle. On the walls were numerous album records. Some gold. Some platinum. If Alfred was perceptive, he would notice that no windows were to be seen.