When Alice was alive, she had the world's biggest sweet tooth. Candy, was on thing, other than books, she could convince her father to indulge her on. Sometimes, he'd even sneak her out from under her mother's watching eye, and iron fist, for ice cream for an a while.

Right now Alice was craving something sweet. Almost enough to the point of actually eating candy...even with the messy aftermath.

Without even thinking of it really she'd even walked into a corner store but it was a flash of pink, and a memory that had her leaving the store empty handed.

She meandered by the glass door poking at her phone as her eyes sought the flash of pink in the yellow lit street. Ah there she is...Alice didn't even realize when she felt the icy trail of the Wraith within awaken, as her unreal amethysts lock onto the glimpse of pink.

Alice took off after the women making sure to stay behind her, but still keeping her in sight. She'd never done this before, found someone that she just fixated upon, determined to take what she wanted instead of as what she realized was a mirror image to the passive take to her Requiem. Waiting for the kine to come to her, or buy something small and cuddly. But how hard could it be?

Alice kept several paces behind the girl with the pink hair. The albino doll was nearly salivating at the images that the Wraith was so thoughtfully giving her. Would be be sweet, as she thought? Would she be a little sour? Cotton candy over sour watermelon slices.

The girl with the cotton candy hair leads Alice to a bus stop. A few flickering streetlights are nearby.

The girl with the cotton candy hair takes out a pack of cigarettes, and swears.

"Need a light?" Alice asks. She doesn't have a lighter, but it gives the haunt a reason to get close. Alice takes that step closer, and digs for the lighter she doesn't have, the wind gusts up, Alice's amethyst eyes follow her cotton candy hair as it lifts, revealing the sloop of her slim neck.

It was almost like an out of body experience, Alice was near frozen now, as she leans in and her fangs descend. Alice hums against her throat as she takes what she'd been craving. It hit the spot. Alice closes the wound, and leave the girl with the cotton candy blood on the bench weary and weak.

Alice skips away with her new natural, but too wide, too fake, stab-happy smile twisting her lips.