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Record of Committal to Mississippi State Asylum

Date: August 10, 1936

Case #: 534 X-237

Subject: Mary Alice Brandon

Date of Birth: March 20, 1921

Consulting Doctor: Dr. Stephen Patton

Notes:

It has been one year since Miss Brandon's admittance here, and she shows no sign of improving, despite our best efforts. Repeated rounds of electroshock therapy do successfully calm her, however it does not seem to affect the number of episodes she encounters. Many of the orderlies are afraid of her, and her "visions" due to her uncanny ability to predict their futures, or tell secrets about them. I tell them it is only due to her high powers of observation and the obvious and routine nature of their work. For example, she warned a janitor to pay extra care with his mop in the south wing and that afternoon while he was cleaning he accidentally tripped one of the doctors on his rounds and the unfortunate man fell and broke his neck. The janitor, while not blamed for the incident, thereafter refused to enter the same wing as Miss Brandon, and had to be released from service.

We have been attempting a new treatment with Miss Brandon recently with some modest success: Sensory deprivation, where the patient is kept in a dark, quiet room for much of the day. Isolation from the orderlies and other people seems to calm her episodes, though she remains frightened to this day of the "man with red eyes" who she believes is after her – a symptom of her continued paranoia. I believe a new round of electroshock therapy coupled with intensified sensory deprivation may be the key to ridding her of her troubling delusions and episodes.

It is the strong opinion of this doctor that Miss Brandon continues to be a threat to herself and should remain in the care of the Mississippi State Asylum until she shows marked improvement.

Signed,

Dr. Stephen Patton

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- 1941 -

My first year passed quite quickly. I kept away from humans, only coming in to contact with them when I needed sustenance. I was often tempted to take more, and more often… but the visions inevitably came, warning me away from excess. So I stayed away, and on the move.

I didn't just move out of necessity to feed and stay hidden, something was driving me. A demon rode my back, a demon with blonde hair and golden eyes. Although I had trouble thinking of him as a demon, more like an angel. Either way, I was forced to keep moving, always moving, searching.

I felt completely empty.

I kept being drawn to bright lights and activity. I could see just as clearly in the dark still woods as I could midday in an open field, but something didn't sit right with me with being alone in the dark. As the year progressed I found myself being drawn to human habitation, not just for the sustenance of blood, but because of the activity and energy inherent in human activities. I loved the bright colors of the clothing, the chatter of voices and the sweet sound of laughter. I found I could find more control as time went on, and could spend longer in the presence of humans without having to feed.

One day, or rather night, I found myself on the outskirts of a big city. The lights from the skyline sparkled in the distance, and I could hear the bustle of humanity moving through its streets. I followed the sounds until I was in the middle of it all, a square in the very heart of the city.

It was dazzling! Every color I'd ever seen and more that I hadn't, flashing and blinking in a cacophony of light. I spun in a circle and felt the strangest sensation building within me. A laugh burst from my lips. I clapped my hand over my mouth, surprised, but I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my face. I threw back my head and let out a peal of laughter as I twirled around again.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm, stopping me mid spin. I turned, snarling to confront my attacker but was stunned to find myself staring into a pair of ruby red eyes. It was a woman, considerably taller than me, with wavy brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She wore a white dress with a wide red belt, red shoes and a wide brimmed red hat. She was spectacular. I felt my mouth drop open.

"What are you DOING?" she hissed at me. When I didn't answer she shook me slightly. "You are bringing too much attention to yourself. Do you WANT the Volturi to come down on this city?" I looked at her blankly. I had no idea what she was talking about. Until this time I thought I was alone in this world, but here was another. Eyes as red as mine, without the slightest scent of humanity about her person, just a hint of jasmine and honeysuckle. She rolled her eyes and huffed impatiently. I looked at her in amazement. She was acting so, well, human!

"Come with me." She ordered and dragged me away from the square. I followed willingly enough, but as we passed the plate glass window of a storefront I stopped dead, breaking her grasp. I could see all of myself for the first time and I stared in shock. My short hair was matted and wild. The dress that I had put on nearly a year ago was frayed and torn in places and very dirty. My skin was filthy and I was barefoot. I slowly lifted a hand to my face, watching as my doppelganger followed my every move. I cocked my head and was suddenly struck with a forceful vision of myself wearing a gorgeous deep purple dress. It was knee length with long sleeves and a high neck. It was gathered with sown-in pleats starting at the neck which wrapped their way around the bust, hugging my curves to end at my right hip, where they opened up, filling out the skirt. A diamond clasp held the dress together at the neck. The vision expanded slightly and I saw the red-eyed woman standing next to me, nodding in approval. The vision faded and I spun towards the woman, clapping my hands together in delight. The woman actually looked a bit frightened. "What ARE you?" She hissed. I shrugged, still delighted with my vision. "Never mind, we have to get you out of here before more people start to notice." She grabbed my arm again and led me quickly down the street, though not nearly as quickly as I could have gone on my own. Was she slow? It dawned on me then; she was trying to look human. "I've worked too hard to be able to live in the city like this to have you ruin it for me." She muttered as we walked, though I could hear her clearly.

She led me into a dimly lit back alley and up a metal fire escape to a small room. There was no light in the room at all, but of course it didn't bother either of us. " Now, do you want to tell me what you were doing making a spectacle of yourself in the middle of Times Square?" She asked sharply. I just shrugged again. I hadn't noticed it against all the distractions of the square, but her voice was smooth and melodious. "Can you even speak? Just my luck to find the first dumb vampire in history." She grumbled.

"Vampire?" I asked. My own voice startled me. It too was pure and sweet, but more like the tinkling of bells to her soothing harp. The word made little sense to me.

"Yes, you little git, vampire. As in what you and I both are, though I'm starting to wonder about you." She eyed me carefully. "what do you remember of before?"

"Before what?" I asked, confused again.

"Before you were turned. I know the memories are usually quite weak, but do you remember who turned you? A man or woman, like us, with red eyes?"

"Turned?" She rolled her eyes, but before she could speak again I cut her off. "The first thing I remember is …" I almost said "The face" but something stopped me. "A dark room with no windows. It was on a hallway with locked doors. Behind one of the doors was a woman." I paused. "She called me an angel." I paused again, remembering, "She tasted sweet. I know what an angel is, but I don't know what a vampire is." I looked at her. "I know I'm not an angel."

She looked at me quizzically. "No, you're not. You are a vampire. A creature of darkness who must drink the blood of mortal humans to survive. You are immortal and unchanging." She quirked an eyebrow. "Stuck forever with that unfortunate hair cut. What did they do, use pruning shears?" She looked at me sharply. "You don't remember the change, the pain?"

"No." I said simply.

"Lucky." She said quietly and was lost to her own thoughts.

"Why did you take me off the street?" I asked, breaking the silence, hoping to keep her talking. I was reveling in this conversation, this connection.

"The number one rule for all vampires is: Keep the Secret. You must never let humans know of our existence; your life depends on this."

Several questions popped into my head at once. "Who sets the rules? Life? I thought you said I was immortal? Then why do you live here?" I babbled out, one thought tripping over the next. I only stopped because the air I was holding in my lungs ran out.

She looked at me in surprise. "Even for a vampire you talk fast! One at a time, and slower, please."

I took a breath and started over. "Who sets the rules?"

"The Volturi, a coven of extremely old vampires based in Italy."

"Who enforces them?"

"The Volturi's guard, the most elite of all vampires, each with a special… talent. If you break the rules they will track you down and tear you limb from limb, burning the remains. And they wouldn't just stop there. They would destroy any other vampires unlucky enough to be in the area, as a lesson to the rest of us not to break the rules." She shuddered. "I LIKE New York. There is art, and fashion, and an endless supply of my men to please me in every way. Men who no one notices go missing." I suddenly got a vision of her, naked body tangled in satin sheets, sinking her teeth into a man's neck as he arched his back and gasped in release. The vision faded, but I was left with an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. She was staring at me again. "What is wrong with you?"

I shrugged. "I just saw you, biting a man. You were both naked."

"You saw me?"

"I see things, sometimes, about the future."

"And they always come true?"

I shrugged again. "Generally, though they are usually about me. If I see myself getting into trouble I can change what I am doing and avoid it. This is the first time I've had a vision about someone else."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Describe the man for me."

"Taller than you, but not by much, brawny build, curly bright red hair, cut short. His eyes were closed, so I can't tell you what color."

She sighed. "Charles. The man I was SUPPPOSED to meet tonight. Before I ran into you that is." She gave me a little glare.

"Well, there was daylight coming through the window in the vision, so maybe you'll see him tomorrow?" I suggested.

"hmm… intriguing." She suddenly got a sly look across her face. "Tell me, can you force the visions to occur?" I shrugged. She walked to a table set against a wall and picked up a deck of cards. "Try this. What card will I reveal when I cut the deck down the middle?"

I thought about it briefly. The image of the six of clubs flicked across my mind. "Six of clubs." I told her confidently. She split the deck and held it up for me to see. She smiled triumphantly, "The six of clubs it is!" She pursed her lips. "This could be interesting." She eyed me. "You are a bit small, but I think we can work something out."

"Work what out?"

"Why, getting you cleaned up and out of that filthy rag you are wearing!"

"Why are you doing this for me?" I was growing a bit suspicious, and I eyed the window.

"I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for me… can't be drawing attention to you, now, can we? Both of us would suffer. Also, I think I can make use of you." I didn't like the sound of that at all, but was loathe to leave after so much time alone. The empty feeling was still there, but it was marginally buffered by the company and conversation. "I'm Sonya, by the way."

"Alice."

"Well, Alice, why don't we find something for you to wear?" She pulled a silk screen aside to reveal several racks of clothing. She pulled a simple dress off a hanger and held it up to me. On her it would probably be knee length, on me it was a little lower than mid calf. It was a simple cotton material, nothing as fine as what she was wearing, or what I saw in my vision I sighed but held out my hand for it. "Now wait, Alice, we can't have you putting on clean clothes while still so dirty, can we? Unfortunately I'm all out of water up here." She gestured at an empty bowl and pitcher on the table. "There is a public bath down the street, but it costs money…. You don't have any money, do you Alice?" She looked at me speculatively.

I shook my head. Money was one of those things. I knew what it was, without ever having seen it. It was frustrating having no memory. She looked disappointed. "Anything else of value?" I thought for a second and then opened the handbag I had tied around my waist with a bit of string. I held out the ring.

"Will this do?" Her eyes lit up.

"Just barely, but it will do." She agreed, barely able to contain her excitement. I knew I was being played, but I was interested to see where this was headed. I felt with my visions to guide me, I could stay out of too much trouble. She snatched up the ring and looked it over carefully before secreting it away in her own handbag. She gave me a pair of heeled shoes, which were much too big, but she stuffed cotton into the toes. It would have been awkward and uncomfortable except I couldn't feel any pain, and my balance kept me from falling on my face. Carrying the dress, she led the way back out the window and I followed her down the street. "You're lucky, you know." She said, conversationally as we walked. "These baths were extremely popular at the turn of the century, but there aren't too many left now."

We came to a large brick building with "Public Baths" written across the front. She paused before the door. "Hold your breath." She warned. I nodded and stopped breathing. We went in, surprising the sleepy clerk behind the desk. He shied away from Sonya's red eyes, but accepted her pennies and handed her two rough pieces of sack cloth. We walked through the door marked "Women" and into a large changing area. I stripped and looked around for what to do with the dress and my bag.

"Here, we'll throw that horrid thing away. And don't worry; I'll watch your bag for you, though we'll have to replace this as soon as possible too." She wrinkled her nose as she took the dress and bag from me. "I'm surprised! This dress is silk!" She exclaimed. She tsked. "We'll have to teach you how to take proper care of clothes." She led me into the bathing area, a series of small pools of water. "There is a bigger pool for the men, where they all jump in together, but the ladies section is more proper." She told me. She hadn't gotten undressed, and sat herself primly on one of the long benches along the wall.

I stepped into the water. It was cold, but it didn't bother me. She kicked a rough chunk of soap someone had left behind to me, and I used it to scrub all over. I had been dirty for so long, I now knew how good it felt to be clean again. She handed me the pieces of sack cloth to dry off with and looked me over critically. "Well, there isn't much we can do about your hair, but the rest of you will do." She dropped the dress over my head and sighed. "I hope you have more where that little bauble came from, because we are going to have to go shopping for something that fits you better!" Shop? Something about that word made my insides tingle… kind of like the feeling I got during the vision of Sonya and her man. Not quite, but close.

"Look, Sonya. I might not have any memories, or know as much as you about the ways of the human world, but I do know that the ring I gave you is worth a lot more than the few pennies it took to get in here." I took a breath and fought back the burn that lit in my throat from the human sitting in the entryway. "I do have more, as you know… I saw a vision of you going through the purse when I handed it to you. You can have it all if you just take me shopping." She looked startled, then laughed.

"Well Alice, it is a bit late tonight, but if it is cloudy tomorrow I will take you shopping to your little dead heart's content! Tonight, I have other plans for us. Come with me!"

She led me out to a busier street and hailed a cab. She explained her plan on the drive. "There is a gentleman's club that I frequent in Uptown. I am well known there, so I don't bother any of the usual patrons, but it is perfect for snatching up the men who are just passing through town, and have a few bills in their pockets to make it worth my while. There is a back room for gambling, and between my charms and your visions, we can make a killing!" She giggled, "In perhaps more ways than one."

"In exchange for your 'baubles' I will loan you fifty dollars. Don't win every time, or they'll know you're cheating, and throw me a bone every now and then too. Got it?" She looked me in the eye. I nodded. "Good. One last thing." She reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of blue tinted glasses. "These will help keep your eyes from being too conspicuous, luckily I always have an extra pair." The cab stopped and we stepped out on the curb. There were several people making their way up into the well lit club, and I cautiously breathed in. The fire reignited in my throat and I let out an involuntary growl.

"I don't think I can do this," I told Sonya. She looked at me sharply, then gripped my arm as I took a step forward towards the man who had just brushed past us. She quickly scanned the area and led me down the street. We soon left the brightly lit areas and she told me to wait in an alleyway. I concentrated hard on not running back to the crowded club. Within a few minutes I heard giggling and sloppy, heavy footfalls.

"Come on, right this way… you know you want it." Sonya's voice was alluring, I found myself wanting to follow it. She led a very drunk man into the alleyway. He was most assuredly not one of the patrons of the club, he was unwashed and wearing threadbare clothing.

"Heh, heh… two of you?" he asked, swaying back and forth. I sniffed and even though his alcoholic stench and putrid breath were almost overwhelming, there was still the sweet scent of blood underneath it all. I leapt, cutting off his startled "Hey!" with my teeth. When I was done, Sonya helped me drag him back a bit further in the alley. She dropped the bottle she had been teasing him with at his side and briefly brushed off any possible debris that might have stuck to her dress.

"There now, feel better?" She asked me, as she carefully straightened my dress. She laughed again. "I love this town! Where else can you just leave a body in an alley way and no one will lift an eyebrow? They won't even notice he's missing blood! And no one will notice him missing, there are thousands like him in this city." She brushed a speck of dirt off my shoulder. "Actually it is too easy… and not nearly as much fun as playing with my men!"

She led the way back to the club and we entered without a fuss.

The night actually turned out to be a lot of fun for me. I lost just often enough not to raise suspicion, but won a substantial amount of money. Sonya gambled only a little, preferring to be the center of attention of her little flock of men, accepting little "gifts" of chips from them, as well as drinks that she never drank. Men approached me as well, but it made me uncomfortable. I supposed I was attractive, but it didn't matter to me in the slightest. None of these men matched the face in my mind, and held no interest for me. While I enjoyed the buzz of activity in the club and the feeling I got every time I won, I still had that empty feeling inside, and my demon, or angel, was telling me to get out of town. I decided that after shopping I would leave New York. I had learned a lot in a very few hours, not the least of which was that I could handle being around humans for a length of time, and that I rather enjoyed pretending to be one of them.

We left the club just as dawn was breaking, and walked slowly back down town, enjoying the cloudy morning. It was late summer, and the trees were starting to turn as we walked through the park. Sonya regaled me with stories of her "conquests" as we walked, and I laughed and enjoyed them all. She was only about 50 years old at the time, young in Vampire years, and had been the mistress of a high powered man in Boston. Her love of clothes, money, and men, followed her into her vampire life. She was turned by a 500 year old Vampire, who had once been a courtesan in Venice. The Succubus saw something of herself in the young Swedish immigrant and thought she would make a good companion. However, the older Vampire found she did not have the patience to stay away from humanity for the year it took for her young apprentice to get over the worst of the blood lust, and wandered back to civilization and her men. Sonya had looked for her maker for a while before settling down in New York, happy enough on her own.

"I don't know why I'm telling you all this." Sonya confided in me. "But it does feel good to talk. I'm glad I met you, Alice."

"And I you, Sonya. Thank you." I said sincerely. By that time the shops were opening and she held the door to the first one wide for me, a gleam in her eyes.

"Shopping" was everything the word promised and more. Every pair of shoes I tried on, every handbag I picked up, gave me that tingle in my stomach. I wanted them all, but realized that if I was going to move on, I couldn't carry everything. I sadly limited myself to two pairs of shoes, three pairs of silk stockings, and a new bag large enough to carry them in. We looked through several dress shops, and I quickly replaced Sonya's old brown dress with a simple blue dress made of a new fabric called "Rayon" that Sonya was crazy over. She found a dress she claimed was the spitting image of one someone named "Mary Astor" wore in "the Maltese Falcon" which was apparently a "movie," a form of entertainment I promised myself to explore. Sonya "borrowed" money from me to purchase it, since she had already spent her winnings, claiming I didn't help her often enough. I didn't care, I had plenty.

But I didn't see anything that matched my vision of the purple dress. For the first time I actively tried to bring back a vision. It came readily enough, and this time I tried to expand it, to see if there was anything that could give me a clue to the location. I concentrated very hard and willed the image forward, and watched as Sonya and I left the store, a plain storefront with a small plaque by the door with the word: "Mimi's". "Alice, Alice!" I came to and found Sonya waving a hand in front of my face. "What did you see?!" She asked.

"We have to go to Mimi's!" I told her. "Where is it?" I was almost frantic.

"Mimi's? How do you know about that? Oh never mind, your vision… we can't just waltz into Mimi's, you know… it is only the most fashionable boutique in all of New York, and you have to make an appointment, usually a month in advanced. Mimi gets all her designs from Paris… smuggled out because of the war, you know, and has a small army of highly skilled seamstresses to do them up for her."

"Sonya, I simply HAVE to go there… you know where it is, right?" She nodded, a little frightened by my intensity. "Take me there!" She agreed, a bit reluctantly, but led the way. As we walked I tried hard to find a vision that would help me gain entrance, and more importantly, get that dress! Unfortunately all the blanking out was making walking difficult, so Sonya was forced to grab my arm and steer me forward.

As we neared the shop, I started to panic, nothing showed how I got in, but the fact that I was in, and wearing the dress, stayed the same. At the last second I had it. I gasped in relief, then walked boldly forward and knocked on the door, a specific pattern of three short knocks, a pause, four short knocks, a pause, and then one short knock. The door opened and a young woman looked quizzically out. "You aren't Miss Cook!"

"Susan, what is going on? It is much too early for Mademoiselle Cook." We heard the heavy French accent near the door. Suddenly it was thrown all the way open and a very large woman was staring down at us. She had been an opera singer, and it showed. She towered over Sonya and I found myself looking at her naval from the step below the door. Not only did she have size, but she had presence. She wore a floor length silk gown in a slightly off-white color, elbow length gloves and a fur stole graced her shoulders. A large emerald winked at her neck, and a single peacock feather rose from a matching comb in her elaborately styled hair. A cigarette, held at the end of a nearly foot long ivory holder drifted lazy curls of blue smoke around her head. She looked as if she was dressed for an evening out, even though it was only early afternoon.

She sniffed down at us. "How did you get Mademoiselle Cook's knock? I warned the little git not to tell!"

She was intimidating… or would be to a human. I, on the other hand, was no human, and I turned on my new found vampire charm – obtained from close study of Sonya in the gambling hall – full force.

"Madame Mimi, what matters is that I am visiting out of town, I have limited amounts of time and OBSCENE amounts of money to spend. I asked my friend where the BEST place in town was to obtain the latest fashions, and she steered me to you." She narrowed her eyes and seemed about to say something, but I knew how to shut her up. "Miss Cook gave me the instructions and a note for you; let me see where I put it." I pretended to fumble with my purse, and let it fall open, giving her a clear view of the large role of cash. Her mouth closed with a click, and a calculating look grew in her eyes.

"This is somewhat unorthodox, I must say, but if, as you say, you only have limited time here… Come in, come in." She waved her cigarette holder, causing the thin tendril of smoke to dissolve into a small blue cloud, and stood aside for us to pass. "Tell the girls to get ready. The fall line." She whispered to the girl who was still standing by the door. She ducked her head and scurried off. "Come this way." She told us. She led us into a large parlor with comfortable chairs set in a u-shape at one end. I was fascinated by the furnishings and window dressings, and more than happy to let Sonya take over from me. She introduced us as Sonya Lutz and Alice Smith, and proceeded to apologize for our unorthodox entry and praise the French woman for her unparalleled style and taste. Madame Mimi ate it up. Sonya exuded the same attractiveness as I felt the previous night in the alleyway. I could never match that, but I did listen in to learn more about interacting with humans. We were offered tea, which Sonya accepted. I mimicked her miming sipping, but my stomach revolted the thought of even trying to get some past my lips.

Finally we got down to business. A line of girls, each wearing a different outfit, came in and walked back and forth in the U of chairs, modeling the clothes.

It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I found myself asking Mimi a string of questions, about cut, and color, and stitching, and trim, and length, and style. All of which she gladly answered. "I'm pleased to find a kindred spirit." She told me during one of my few pauses. "I see you too have the passion for fine clothing, as do I. Come, I have something special to show you." She led the way out of the parlor, and I followed eagerly behind.

We entered a room that was filled with clothes. All those beautiful fabrics and colors! I felt myself go weak at the knees, and my stomach was clenched tight. This was better than any of the other shops we had been in before. "Here," she said, pulling aside a drape. "This was made for Lady Hutton, based on her own seamstress's specifications. Apparently the woman has been eating like a pig since she arrived in New York since she would never fit into this now. It is one of a kind, based on a design smuggled out of Paris, just last week." I barely heard her… it was the dress in the vision, even more lovely in person. I slowly walked forward, lifting my hand as if in a trance, to barely brush the fabric.

"It's perfect." I whispered. She smiled, like a cat that had just caught a mouse.

"Of course, it is quite a bit more expensive, with the work and diamond clasp, but well worth it, non?" She was stroking the fabric herself. I fought with myself not to jump on her and rip her throat out. "But I think it will fit you perfectly. As you can see with the detail work, this dress can only be made individually, if it were taken in you would ruin the design. Come," she snapped her fingers, and two girls jumped forward to carefully remove it from the manikin. They led me into an adjacent changing room and helped me disrobe and slip it on. It fit like a glove. I admired myself in the mirror, spinning slowly. My hair was not at all a popular length, but I held my chin high and found I liked it just the way it was. I stepped out of the dressing room to the appreciative coos from Mimi and Sonya.

"Madame Mimi? I believe you have just made a sale." I told her, and her grin spread to that of a cat that has just eaten the mouse, and her eyes sparkled.

I made Mimi a very happy woman that day. I bought the dress (of course) as well as one other, and a few accessories including hair combs and hats smuggled out of France. All of it was obscenely expensive, which even I realized with my limited experience with money, but I didn't care. After talking with Sonya, I had already decided to visit a few race tracks to win back everything I spent. All of my purchases did not fit in the bag I bought, but I didn't care either. I was finished with living in the woods. Sonya had opened my eyes to new possibilities in my life. I still felt the incessant need to move, to find whatever it was I was looking for, but I could do it in cities and towns.

I bid Sonya farewell once we left Mimi's. She seemed upset, but I knew she was not cut out to be with someone else. She was self sufficient. "I'm glad I met you, Alice." She told me quietly as I climbed into a cab. "I never expected to enjoy the company of another vampire, especially a female!"

I laughed. "And I am very grateful you found me! You have taught me much, Sonya. Oh, and if you return to Time Square in the next half hour you will be able to pick up where I so rudely broke you off yesterday." I winked.

"Remember to be careful." She warned me and shut the door.

"Take me to Penn Station." I told the driver, and he headed off. I didn't look back, only forward.

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A/N:

This one is quite a bit longer than expected… It was just going to be a filler chapter, but it got out of hand a bit! You know how the characters are when they have a story to tell, and Alice didn't want me to skimp on her first shopping experience!

Please review; let me know what you think. I know I could stand to have a Beta, I should look into that…

I'll put a link to Alice's new dress on my profile. There's also a link to some photos of old NYC public baths, and the movie poster for the Maltese Falcon, in case you are interested.

And yes, Sonya is also a Succubus… though not as "moral" as Tanya and her sisters.