Waking a Kindred you put into Torpor. Not a pleasant or easy task.
Waking a Kindred you put into Torpor who was starving? Fucking insane.
And this was the task Ale found herself with. Waking Alice.
Two things would be critical. Restraints, and blood. Alice would need to feed, and if the Savage didn’t have a food source handy, she’d be the target. Well, she could still easily be the target, there was just no way of knowing how this would go.
So she spent some time collecting rats and stuffing them into a duffle bag. In the duffle bag was a glass, which she was going to put some of the rodent blood into. Maybe the smell of the fresh blood would be a deterrent to the Haunt attacking her. Maybe. But that’s what the handcuffs and rope were for, Ale intended to restrain her as safely as possible.
Walking to Alice’s office, her eyes fall upon the still form of her Coterie Mate, the Seneschal, and her friend. She closes the door behind her, locking it if there was a lock. Though she knew a lock wouldn’t stop a frenzied vampire. She lifts Alice and sits her in a chair, using the rope to tie her waist, chest and feet to the chair. Her arms were then brought behind her back and handcuffed. Ale intended to feed Alice the blood of the rats until she was certain Alice was herself, then would remove the restraints.
The bag was carefully opened and rats removed. A knife was used to open their necks, the blood pooling in the glass. When she was sure there was a good amount in there, she looks up at the stake. Pushing her own blood into her body, she steels it against a possible attack. Her guns sat in her holster, safety off, ready to go.
Standing, she reaches out and removes the stake, not placing it far in case she needed it again. And waits, body tense eyes carefully observing Alice, glass held close to her lips.
Saber Sloth Alice Hart