Vidalia had been out the majority of the night. A man on her arm who took her to a nice hotel suit for the earlier hours before the sun rose. She left him dead in the shower, with the water running hot to wash away any evidence. She would not appear on the cameras so she had no worried that anyone would identify her that way. The only possible persons who rat her out where the hotel staff and fortunately for her most of the night staff were as dead as she was and would not tell a soul.<br/><br/>She arrived back at the condominium just as the sky began to lighten. The joggers were coming out for their morning run, they waved to each other knowing enough that they were neighbors of sorts; she believed they lived only a few doors down from her. A chill ran up her spine. There were eyes on her and she risked looking over her shoulder to see possibly where they could be coming from. Not the joggers, they were long out of sight around the corner now, leaving only a older couple sitting on their balcony looking at the sunrise and a man some ways off in the shadows....Not suspicious at.<br/><br/>She waved at him and smiled, sickeningly sweet. So that was her hunter, tall, dark and rather quite handsome. She walked into the condo's main entrance unhindered, but something was off. There was a salty smell when she reached her door. She touched it with caution and hissed under breath as it stung her fingers. "Of course he would go through all the trouble to put holy water on the door handles," she muttered under her breath. She pulled the sleeve of her coat down over her hands and opened the door that way.<br/><br/>Once inside she quickly closed all the blinds. She had already been spotted by the hunter, there was no escaping that now. But at least she could put off the sun getting to her. Her bedroom had dark green velvet curtains that blocked the light perfectly and her bed even had a canopy for a little extra protect, though these ones where sheer and a far lighter green. The entire apartment was themed black, green and white, but it wasn't extreme. Most was white because she was too lazy to paint, but shelves were black and green and some of the decal and the furniture was black and green. The curtains in the living room were a deep red though, a clashing colour for dynamic; for the hell of it really.<br/><br/>She slung the coat over the back of a chair in the dining room that was never used and wandered into the bedroom. No coffin here, no coffin ever. While some preferred the feeling of being enclosed, she liked to roll around and tangle herself in the silk sheets. She was also more easily alerted to an intruder. She slipped out of her black corseted dress and into an dark coloured negligee  reaching her mid-thigh and climbed between the sheets. She knew he would come for her, to slay her and she might as well look damn good for it when the moment came.