Vidalia after the first few minutes of waiting for him, she though perhaps he might not even come that night. Leaving her comfortable spot on her sofa, she hunted around her condo for things to do. Her laundry was done and folded in the basket, ready to be put away. There were never any dishes to be done. She could dust, but that was boring and there was certainly nothing on TV that she enjoyed. The books that filled the wall size shelves had been read a million time. Fidgeting, she came to the conclusion that the clothes were possibly the only things that could provide any distraction to keep her there, in her home, her lair. She would rather choose their battleground than be caught unawares on the street.<br/><br/>She had been putting her newly washed clothes away into the dresser, tucking them neatly into the drawers. She had a habit for making her living spaces orderly; not a thing out of place. She fixed the jewelry box on top of the waist high dresser, straightening it out to where she wanted it. Vidalia slipped on a gold and emerald ring, lamenting from the fact that emeralds looked far better when inlaid in silver, not gold. Then the chill ran up her spine, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she knew she was no longer alone in the rooms again. She didn't turn. Instead, she opened the jewelry box again and pulled out a long hat pin. It was steel, inlaid with crystals of green and white in the shape of a rose. A decoration for anyone else, but a weapon in her hands. Vidalia could definitely poke his eye out with it.<br/><br/>Now she turned to face her hunter. Had she a heart to flutter, it would have. Just to lay eyes on him was enough to stir her need for him again. It was rather annoying considering he was about to kill her. She pushed such thoughts from her mind for now. She needed to be serious this time, not playful and teasing. She played with the hair pin, spinning it between her fingers and flashed him a smug grin. "So here you are, my hunter...," she said, not a single taunting note in her voice. "Will tonight be the night you send me to hell?" She stepped away from the dresser, moving in a circle. She had no shoes on, preferring to go around barefooted in her apartment and she was sure her wedge heels would only make combat harder.<br/><br/>She didn't have a beating heart to pump the adrenaline but there was something rushing for sure, sharpening her senses. Her sight was sharper and her ears more sensitive; but it was the scent that caught her off guard. She couldn't keep a laugh from her voice, "You've gone and prepared yourself in every way. I can smell the cheap perfume, the sweat, and the sex." And brimstone. She hadn't noticed that before. Why brimstone, why ash? She looked him over more closely but there was little to suggest what she was thinking.