Eric lazily leaned against the wall nearest to the door. As each guest entered the building, he took note of how they dressed, walked and spoke to each other. Then he felt a pull on his chin, as if the wind itself was tugging at it. His eyes were forced upon a blonde woman in a long, red silk dress. Allison, once again, decided to over dress for a night club. But it was nothing new...although the long cut that ventured from her ankle to her hip was always a nice touch. Her fair skin was flawless, and the mere sight of it drew attention - especially from men.<br/><br/>But that wasn't why he was forced to look over at her. She simply gave him a nod and went back to her conversation at the bar, Eric's blood pack sitting cozily in her purse. With the signal, Eric brought out his phone and found Kamryn's number.<br/><br/>'They're here.'<br/><br/>The phone slipped into his pocket, his eyes still focused on the door. "You got it?" Eric asked his co-worker, Wallace.<br/><br/>"Yea. I'm fine."<br/><br/>Eric didn't offer a reply, he just walked further inside, slouching at the bar next to Allison. "My present wasn't enough? I can't have you here tonight. The Boss says she's gettin' rid of people and I don't wanna be on that list - and you're my biggest distraction. Get me?" The truth was, Eric knew what was going on here tonight. He knew that Allison only wanted to blend in an enjoy her eternal life. She didn't want to answer to any covens or higher ups. She only wanted to be free, and Eric was only looking out for that.<br/><br/>Allison sipped on her drink, not making eye contact with Eric at all. "I just wanted to finish my drink, hun." With a large smile and an even bigger attitude, Allison briskly walked out the back door. For her, the few seconds it took her to reach the roof was as easy as a human walking three feet. The cold of the night didn't bother her, but the loneliness did. And so she sat alone on the roof, listening to the muffled music from down below. She fumbled around with the blood bag in her hand, debating between saving it for later...or drinking it all right up. She had heard rumors that her 'fellow' vampires could feel and experience what another was doing.<br/><br/>She wondered if past experiences could be somehow infused with her current actions.<em>They would tear you apart if I thought of all the silly things we did together. Especially if they get a hint of what your sweet, sweet blood tastes like.</em>