Vidalia hissed as he came at her and it was louder when the first stake entered her shoulder. It was like a flash of hot fire in her skin. Though it did no mortally wounding damage, it pained her. She felt the tip of the next on her chest and she raised her hand with the hat pin to strike down at him. Only to hit air. He had already dodged. A rumbling growl came from her throat as she tore the first stake from her shoulder and bared her fangs at him. She threw the bloodied thing to the ground. The closer he had come to her, the more she smelled the brimstone and ash. Only a few explanations came to mind, she decided to test him, draw it out a little longer.<br/><br/>"Well that explains that," she started, panting a bit from the pain and forcing a laugh. "Not only do you smell of sex, but you reek of ash too. And not the kind from cigarettes..." She could already feel her wound trying to heal around the splinters of wood. "What are you? And don't answer with 'human' because you're not. Not entirely anyways..." She shook her head. Had the hunters sent a demon after her? She hoped not, or else she really wouldn't be able to escape him. She took a few steps backward, toward the glass door that led to the balcony; prepared to jump through the window if she needed too.<br/><br/>She gulped. He would come at her again, with the next stake. She would duck and drive the hat pin into his gut is he tried again. There was no room for failure. Pity though, she would have loved to make a lover out of him. He sounded like quite the pleaser and he certainly looked her type. She wouldn't mind a little rough and tumble with him every now and again, but she would have to lament on that another time. Preferably when he wasn't trying to plunge a stake through her heart.