"Well well. Look at you. Only one night gone by and you think to still disrespect the head of this house? Perhaps my brother wasn't clear. You obey all of his and Demetri's rules. You will look the part unless told otherwise." clipped out his chilled tone, body leaning in to close the distance between vampire and prey. Another strike of misfortunate occurred as Alice, being her height, was forced to look heavenwards, the glimpse of Bishop's malicious smirk and glint of elongated canines burning their way into the maid's memory.
Come on, Alice...fight back for godsakes! demanded her conscious, obviously displeased at the small jolt of fear that racked her frame. A heartbeat passed before those retreated senses flooded back, each one practically resounding with the request's wishes. Trying to jerk her frail wrist out of his hold, the maid managed to hiss out, that terror mixed with seething almost palpable. [color=]"For...your information, Demetri never gave me explicit..orders to wear the full uniform! Neither did..your brother!"[/color] rang out her breathless reply, conflicting emotions proving it to be difficult to fully fight. "Don't forget my little one...your dear sweet sister belongs to me. You do anything to disrespect or in any way pose a threat to my brother, the one who will suffer in the end will be her. I may just...slip and break a rule of my own..or be too rough. I trust..we understand each other better now, hm?" floated out his reply, every word drenched with promise. Gaze still narrowed, Alice had to bite her tongue from letting out a sigh of relief as he dropped her wrist, body immediately retracting the abused limb to her chest. With an iced glare at his retreating figure, Alice softly hissed out her own promise. "Lay a finger on her...and you are dead, blood sucker."
After assuring that Bishop was fully gone, Alice turned back on her heels before slinking down the halls once more, intent on finding her sister. A sharp pang, however, made the eldest temporarily banish any notion of her mission as her focus shifted downwards. Rubbing the tender spot already forming, the maid gave a mental cringe seeing the inflamed redness already occurring, the traces of blues, purples and blacks ringing the edges. That's going to be painful tomorrow.. was her only thought as she observed Bishop's work, a heavy sigh emitted in response. With another firm shake of her head, the maid continued on.
Somehow, in her search, Alice had found herself stationed by the front door, eyes narrowed in on the heavy oak. Giving a quick scan of her surroundings, not a single vampire in sight, the maid took a half-step towards the barricade, eyes intensely glued to it. Staring at it brought to mind all sorts of various outcomes......including the one where she ran.