Once more Alice awaited her Coterie mate in the Caldarium.
This time her feet were not jerkily kicking in the water, in fact her feet were still encased in socks and worn leather boots. Her legs were not shown by the knee high hem lines she normally preferred. Covered by denim, and stained by blood. Her t-shirt was likewise uncommonly seen on the Haunt, and stained with blood.
A menagerie's, her's...
...and Bea's.
Above the collar of the t-shirt was Alice's neck, covered in lacerations, to the experienced eye they were definitely caused by a weapon shared by all kindred; their fangs.
The wound wasn't bloody, Alice wasn't consciously pushing Blood to it, nor was she healing it. Something that had her ghoul silently fretting, but Alice didn't feel like she should spare the Blood to heal just yet. Maybe after a better meal or several.
Standing in the space between pools, a pillar of inhumanity, never before had Alice seemed more like a vampire to Lyssa then she did in this moment.