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Alice's apartment (pictures to be added later)

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Ryder followed Alice to her apartment...

Alice dug through her pocket and pulled out her key. she unlocked the door and had to kick it to force it open.

Ryder watches her curiously, then steps in behind her. He sniffs the air, clean of any vamps or werewolves at least.

Alice closes the door behind him and locks all four locks. She felt kind of stupid because she was locking herself in with a vampire and she still felt paranoid about leaving the door unlocked. She sat down on the couch.

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Ryder looks at the locks for a second then follows her lead and sits down. "So you live here...?"

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"Yep" she shrugs and looks around. The place is nearly empty.

"Not much, huh? Where your mom?" Ryder sits pretty still but plays with his bracelets.

"I am an emancipated minor. I live alone."

"Oh... Alright then.." Ryder sighs, he was stumbling over words agin. Old habits died hard.

"I would ask you if you wanted anything to drink but I just realized how stupid that would be."

"Yeah... Unless you've got a fridge full of blood, I think I'm good." Ryder is actually a bit thirsty, but thinks he should be okay for now.

Alice got up shakily and walked back with a blood bag "perks of hanging out with a hunter" she holds out the blood bag for him.

"Holy crap, I was kidding. Would it be imprudent to ask for a cup?" Ryder snickers but sniffs it greedily.

"Not at all" so goes and takes a cup from one of the cabinets. She sits back down and hands it to him.

"Thanks." Ryder says and pours it in. Then he takes a sip and sighs, "Ahh."

Alice moves off the couch "I am going to go change". She was not quite sure why she was declaring it before she did change. She shook her head and went in her room.

Ryder shrugged and drank from the cup again. It wasn't nearly as good as fresh blood, but he was thirsty, so he didn't mind so much.

Alice quickly changes into loose cargo pants and a baggy t-shirt. She grabbed a juice box on her way back to the couch. She slumps down on the couch and sips her juice box.

Ryder finnishes off his own drink, "Who's the hunter?" He asks curiously.

"Me, or at least I used to. Not anymore" she shrugged.

"Why not? You seem capeable." Ryder wonders, slightly glad. He didn't want another stake in him.

"I was locked up, I was trying to separate myself from the job" she shook her head, trying to keep memories from flooding her head.

Ryder licks his lips and swallows again. "Okay, but why?"

"Because I don't like killing and things happened."

Ryder takes comfort in the fact that she didn't like killing; he was probably safe. After a few minutes of silence he continues the slew of questions, "How old are you?"

"Seventeen, I'll be eighteen in a week" she was glad he had not asked her what happened. She was so drunk she would probably tell him anyways.

"...and you were locked up for a year, right?" Ryder wasn't totally sure what he was getting at, but something.

"Yes" she said slowly. She was not eager to go into her year in a nut house.

"What I can't wrap my head around is why, exactly." Ryder sighs.

"I tried to commit suicide and they decided I was unstable when I started talking about vampires and werewolves. So they locked me up, ironically with a vampire."

"That is ironic." Ryder agreed, letting his thoughts wander. It could have been him.

"But you know that girl sort of fit there. I am surprised I still know how to talk in a sane way after my conversations with her" she stared at the wall that she had a great view of. It looked really dull, she noted she would need to do something with it.

Ryder bites his lip, resisting the urge to say something snide. Instead he says, "Why was she in there?"

"She lost control and killed her parents, when she saw their blood on her when she looked in the mirror she smashed the mirror. Now she thinks her vampirism is monsters in her head that make her kill people. She still carries mirror shards around. She almost killed me twice."

Ryder can't help but let his jaw drop, "Uh, wow? That is nuts." He looks around, no wonder he freaked her out so much.

"Yeah, I guess. She does still feel guilt though so she is not entirely crazy" she sighed.

"I guess that parts less crazy than me." He mutters.

"I-I didn't mean you" she corrected quickly. She sighed and quickly gave up "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Ryder tells her, not quite offended.

"I just meant she had not let go of her mind entirely, I didn't mean you" she sinks lower in the couch. She realized she should probably stop talking.

"Stop talking." Ryder advises.

Alice nodded. She pulls her knees up to her chest, and old habit from the asylum. She refrains from rocking herself and looking like a total nutcase.

Ryder runs out of questions and patiently looks at her. He shifts around and reclines some but doesn't blink.

Alice opened her mouth to speak but then she remembers she was supposed to be quiet and she quickly closed her mouth.

"You can talk..." Ryder tells her but adds, "Just stop comparing me to your crazy friend."

"I don't even remember what I was going to say."

"Nice." Ryder comments tiredly.

"Should I resort to small talk?" she realized she was probably boring him.