Erica couldn't believe that he still wanted her, was still pushing to know the truth, though, when she let herself think about it she realized that was just who he was, who he'd always been, and part of what she'd fallen in love with.  Alfred was always so caring, trusting, able to find the silver lining, and she...she needed that.  Now, probably more than ever.  She listened to his plea, wanting to answer him, wanting to confess everything, what had happened, how she'd changed, how scared she was without him.<br/><br/>"I..."  She turned to face him, looking down at the floor.  She took a deep breath, not that she needed it, but the physical sensations always seemed to help her prepare when she was under the most stress.  Concentrating slightly, she moved faster than his mortal eyes could capture, placing herself behind him, her hands gripping his head and wrenching his neck, leaving it exposed as she tried again to carry out her plan.  Her kiss hurt, though she did not yet break his skin, still savoring the warm flesh she'd missed so long.  Her arms wrapped around his chest, holding him close to her as she suckled along his artery, so deliciously close.  Eating beforehand had definitely been a wise choice.  Even sated she was tempted, but she held herself in check.  "Alfred my love...I'm not the same Erica you knew."