The kiss did the trick, Elizabeth was glad he didn't make another offer for her to spend the night, she didn't want a one night stand, just someone to curl up next to while she fell asleep. Though it probably wouldn't make her very happy in the morning, there was a reason she needed to quit drinking. Smiling as she was put in the passenger seat, she relaxed into the nice warm car and gave a small, sleepy laugh. "I might be asleep by the time we get there." She admitted a bit sheepishly as she fought to keep her eyes open. "I think we should hang out again. I'm free tomorrow night, we should meet up here again, it was fun." She admitted, though didn't have to lie even a little bit, despite what her job would make her do, at least she'd relaxed and enjoyed herself for a while. Tomorrow night she'd be a bit more careful.

For the first few seconds, she thought she was actually about to fall asleep, thankfully though she felt the car come to a stop and after a few minutes, though to her it seemed like just a few seconds, her eyes slid open and she looked at the apartment building with a bit of hatred. Her room was on the 3rd floor, she was drunk, tired, and in high heels. The heels she could eliminate, the other two meant that it would take her forever to get upstairs.

Smiling, she gave a small laugh, "So, let's pretend my rooms on the third floor and there's no elevator, think you could spare a few more minutes and help me out?" Part of her wasn't sure if she was stealing more time to get closer and find a way to get his guard down, or if she really was just too damn tired and intoxicated to care who helped her upstairs so long as she went to bed alone and woke up in one piece in the morning.

It was pretty easy to remember how to get upstairs, she had to pull her keys out of the pocket under her skirt to open the main door, and before they started on the stairs, she paused to pull her shoes off to help make walking a bit less awkward. "There, much better." She said with a happy sigh as she carried them in her open hand, her other arm around his waist to help him out with keeping her balanced.

At the third floor, she waited until her door, the last one at the very end of the hall was in front of them before stopping and smiling. "Well this one would be me. Do you need my number or something or can I just meet you at the bar tomorrow night?" She asked, turning so her back was to the door and she was facing him.

Elizabeth was caught off guard, she'd figured he was a sex or nothing vampire, maybe she'd accomplished getting on his good side more than she thought she had. At first, she bit her lip and seemed like she was going to just run away. Though that was mostly because he was a vampire, but part of it was simply because of how long it'd been since she'd been even slightly intimate with someone.

Her brain decided shooting him down for one simple kiss, would kill her chances tomorrow night, so before he could assume she didn't want to, he nodded. "Yeah, a ride home and a hand up the stairs, you can at least have one kiss goodbye..."

Despite expecting it, she still jumped a bit when he actually kissed her. She tried to fight of the effects she knew were coming, but it was a very futile attempt, if she was use to kissing, perhaps she'd have put up a successful fight, but her brain was too focused on that to deal with anything else. It took maybe half a minute, but her arm with the heels fell lazily at her side as her other rested itself on his shoulder, she'd kick herself later for being so weak, but for now the only thing she could do was enjoy it.

For a few seconds, she was terrified, her eyes snapped open wide, and she almost pulled the small blade her the sleeve on her left arm, but it was too late. If she fought now, he'd be suspicious how she was able to fight off a bite when she couldn't resist the kiss, the only reason people would fight is if they knew what he was doing.

Elizabeth hated herself for it, but she forced herself not to think about it, to picture him as just a human being playful and nibbling, it was difficult, but eventually she let down enough resistance that the drugging effect of the bite was able to do it's job and put her in a mindless bliss.

When she finally realized he was no longer attached to her neck, and was pretty sure he'd kissed her cheek, she let her eyes open, blushed of embarrassment, fumbled with her keys without looking behind her as she managed to unlock her door and push it open, walking backwards into her apartment. "Well then....good night." She said, waiting politely for his reply before shutting and locking the door. Elizabeth bolted for the bathroom, tossed her clothes on the floor and hopped in the shower, turning up the water as hot as she could stand it to help snap her out of the daze, and feel cleaner.

What bothered her was that she had enjoyed it, despite it being to keep her cover, she would be lying if she said she'd hated it. For a while she simply stood under the water, but finally she felt awake and sober enough to wash up. When she felt well enough, she tossed on a bathrobe, sent a quick message to her boss; lying and telling him there hadn't been anyone there; and then one more to the only friend she could trust with her job, Marcus, before falling into the bed and letting herself drift to sleep.

With her schedule, she normally slept late into the afternoon, but only nights she'd been drinking, any other day she could stay up till 5, wake up at 8 and feel just fine after a quick work out. However today, she slept till almost an hour before sunset, and wasn't the happiest camper when her phone went off, she answered with an irritated, "You better be dying."

"Well good morning miss queen of the dead, lazy ass who sleeps all day. You missed our jog, which means someone had fun last night and was a bitch who forgot to tell me. I'm downstairs with the spare, so you better have some damn clothes on when I get up there."

Before she could argue with him, Marcus hung up, and after mumbling out a few choice nasty words, she switched into sweat pants and a tank top, threw her hair in a ponytail, and was decent when he barged into the apartment.
"All right, now spill, and remember every time you try to lie is a new dress I'll order and make you wear for a day."

At first Elizabeth tried to sneak around the actual truth, but at three dresses she caved in. "Fine you stubborn jackass." She snapped out half way through their set up push ups. "I spent the night at the rave, drinking, and dancing with a guy. Which I wouldn't have bothered with him but he's a vampire..." When she explained the rest of the story they were done working out and he was just looking at her like he couldn't figure out if she was lying or not.

"But....you don't like kissing." She smacked him with a pillow.

"Don't be an ass, out of the whole damn thing, you really are only shocked I had a hypothetical nice first date, not about, oh I don't know, being food? I know you don't have an issue unless their murderers-" He cut her off

"Well he didn't kill you so..." And she cut him off with a very unfriendly glare.

"Because we were in a building with security, if something had happened the man at the front desk would've been able to remember him." Which probably wasn't likely, but the girl could hope. "It doesn't matter, I'm seeing him tonight, depending on how successful I was last night, I can set up a third night and be done with it."

Marcus sighed but shook his head, "Fine sweety." He looked at his watch, it'd been dark for about an hour, so he decided they'd eat dinner, and even though he argued, she picked out her own clothing tonight, fading blue jeans, Marcus guilt tripped her into a black and red corset, but she kept her sneakers. After last night, her feet refused to walk that much in heels again. After promising she'd check in with him as soon as she got home, which wouldn't be hard considering he announced he was staying the night, she made her way down to the club.

Elizabeth walked in, and it wasn't hard to figure out where Curry was at the bar, she made her way through the group of girls before she finally got to the bar. Unsure of what to say as a hello, she was saved by the new companion with him at the bar, the poor thing looked like he was going to fall over and die at any second. Though the ways the girls were staring made her fear he wasn't just a toy, he was another vampire. Letting a worried look come over her face she looked at the boy a moment before looking at Curry, "He really doesn't look so good. Why on earth is he out in a place like this? He should be resting."

"I really wouldn't have been offended if you'd postponed meeting to take care of your sick...brother?" She guessed, not really sure how the two were related, though she was a bit shocked to find he had more manners than Curry at the beginning of the evening. Taking his offered hand, she gave him a gentle shake, "Elizabeth, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said, though he was not her number one priority tonight. Looking that sick could only mean he hadn't feed in days, maybe weeks, and he could loose it and go on a blood lust rampage. Perhaps Curry was making sure that didn't happen, either way, she would have to actually make sure he didn't leave with anyone alone.

Elizabeth wanted to just take the sickly one and find some willing donor for him, but she wouldn't know the first place to look for someone to just jump into letting Mycroft kiss let alone bite them. While she was trying to think of something to say, her phone went off, and at first she was angry thinking Marcus just wouldn't let this thing go, but it was her boss. "Sorry, excuse me for just a second." She said before excusing herself to a quieter part of the bar.

"It's me. What's up?"

"We got some reports in, people think someone's been hurt a few blocks from the rave, but they're not calling it in, screaming vampires to me. Hightail it there and take care of it." He hung up, and she didn't even have time to see if there was anyone else he could have check it out because there was a starving vampire in the building with her.

Orders were orders, if anyone died a few blocks away she'd be to blame for not stopping them sooner. So she made her way back to the bar with a frown. "So much for my night off, got called in, looks like you can take him home and help him get better." Grabbing a napkin and borrowing a pen, she jotted down the number for her temporary cell. "Here, so we can reschedule for another night." She said hopefully before making her way out to go see who was causing such trouble.

All Elizabeth could here was the sound of her own breathing, heavy, labored, and she was walking somewhere. The adrenaline wore off and she was able to remember what had happened, she'd been jumped. Vampires were responsible, three of them, they were all dead now, but they'd beaten her up pretty well. Her cheek was cut, there were deeper cuts all over her arms, legs, attempted bite wounds at her neck, and it felt like someone had tried to crush her ribcage. She was taking the back streets to avoid police, she couldn't go to a hospital like this, she needed to get home, Marcus had patched her up on more than one occasion. However she had no idea where was, how long she'd been walking, or how much blood she'd lost in the process.