She folded her arms, watching the metal clang to the floor. Loving every wince he took. She loved his pain. She even envied his knife, wishing it was her driving it through his heart.<br/>"I suppose I should..." She smirked.<br/><br/>She got up from her chair, locking eyes with him as she did.<br/>"I can't help but think you are trying to aid me in an execution."<br/><br/>She walked to the desk, sitting on the corner that had the least amount of clutter.<br/>"Regardless, those shots were more warning shots. I couldn't have a vampire making a racket on my roof..." she laughed a little to herself, "But that does not mean, I will not kill you." She looked at him with a slight psychotic splendor, "In fact, it's all I have been thinking about for the past 7 years..."