Alessandra was far from an athletic brawler but as her eyes wandered to the pool of my blood, every fibre in her body screamed to her to run in there. Her mind told her to be calm, told her that it looked suspiciously trap like. And yet somehow her slowly awakening motherly instincts won, releasing her from an almost freezed state.<br/><br/>Her sharp heels clicked against the hardwood floors, her hand grasping the doorknob and turning it before she could even stop to think. Her mortal seeming looked distressed but her fae mien was starting to get furious, her spindly fingers ready to claw out the eyes of anyone trying to hurt Melissa.