The city should've been sleeping, but never would a place like this ever be silent no matter the time. Blinding lights from sky high buildings lit the sky far more than any star or moon could. It was alike to day to some one who had only witnessed the sun so long ago. The streets weren't pack, but there was the odd couple going home from a movie or group heading off to a club. Cars rumbled and trucks roared passed, their drivers seemingly oblivious to the dazzling lights of the city. It was cold as seaon was changing from fall to winter, but the few snow fall had not stayed. The only sign of the changing weather was the fog on breath and the frost on windows and the bitting cold that made people huddle for warmth under their coats.<br/><br/>Vidalia had dressed for the weather as even she was not immune to the cold; a light pea-coat in black with her hands shoved deep in the pockets and a green scarf. Her long skirt barely touched the ground and her boots tapped out her steps on the sidewalk. It was a mistake to wear them, she should be silent. After being couped up in her stuffy apartment all day; the heater was broken and constantly on high making it impossible to sleep. Just to be out of there made her feel better. The hunger gnawed at her stomach and she knew she had to feed soon. She wanted something quick and easy, no struggle, without resorting to a child. The homeless smelled bad and she didn't want that smell following her around. The elderly were already on their death bed and she didn't want to be their cause of death it she accidentally drank too deeply. Though they shouldn't be out in the cold that late anyways. To the bars it was then to look for an intoxicated innocent. The kind she could be a kind Samaritan too and 'help home'. The kind she could lure into the street and then to a dark alley and leave for some to find later. It was a simple, sure plan she had used several times before that worked to perfection. Only once had she failed to take into account a victim's friends and they had gone looking for her and her meal.<br/><br/>It was a small tavern like bar, were mostly college aged guys and girls went to hang out off campus. It wouldn't be long until they were gone back home for the holidays and thus her favourite targets would be gone for a time. It wasn't quite late enough when she arrived and sat herself the booth alone. Vidalia slipped out of her coat and placed it beside her and unwound the scarf so it hung down off her shoulder and pooled her lap. She had dressed herself in her usual, green corset with lace trim and and a long simple black skirt. The corset only amplified her natural hourglass shape and gave her what she figured was just the right amount of bosom to show; not enough to fall out, but enough to show off. Her slender arms were covered in lace sleeves. It was out of place for the bar, but she wasn't much for caring about fitting in so much as purposely standing out. She wasn't all lace and pale flawless skin though, her nails were sharpened to point and hidden behind her lips were fangs. Noticeable only if one knew what to look for. In her boot, there was strapped a thin bladed dagger in case some one was a...unfriendly with her, but she was sure she could handle a situation without having to resort to such a measure.<br/><br/>There were far fewer people than she expected. Vidalia wondered briefly if she should try elsewhere or wait a while longer and see what kind of crowd the later hours would bring in before closing time. If all else failed, there was always that yappy dog on the way back home that she wouldn't mind snatching up. Of course, then there was the disposal of the body and hiding it from its owners. She could always just throw it down into the sewers to rot.