Alice whimpers as she carries the furred body of the kitty her hunger drove her to consume, and added him to the pile of other animal corpses in the decaying house that lead to the above ground entrance of the Necropolis.

She'd gotten carried away, in her desperation to prove herself an asset to the Clan she'd been neglecting her own needs.

'Never, never again.' was her mantra as she sees the blood matted fur. Rats were one thing, but a poor kitty.

She'd cooed when she saw Gilroy's sketches of what he hoped to turn the Caldarium into, and the young haunt began working as if someone was actually controlling her metaphorical strings.

The Caldarium deserved to be more than a cinder block bench and a floor lamp.

So night after night Alice used the key she'd been gifted, (and subsequently had strung around her neck upon a silver chain) to venture into the the budding Necropolis. Sometimes she would slip into the Dark Temple and just sit in front of the alter. Careful not the touch anything, basking in it's haunting beauty, but other nights she worked upon the Caldarium.

It was slow going, but this felt like it was worth the effort the marionette was putting forth. It was just so all consuming that when she ventured under the starlit sky once more she hardly had the time to process as the wraith seized control and in a flurry of fangs, and fur the blood of a poor orange tom cat coated her lips, and it's body lay limp in her white-white hands.

She could still hear his last yowl echoing within her mind. 'Never, never again.' she repeats, whiping the blood on the back of her hand after she placed the kitty in the pile.

Alice takes a moment to gaze upon the orange furred tom, 'He has-had a notch in his ear.' before she turned descending once more into dark. 'It had better be worth it. she thinks as she closes the door behind her.