Victoria jumped as Vail’s voice came from the side of her as he quite literally just appeared from out of nowhere. It made her completely drop the boxes on the floor. Luckily, they didn’t break and spill everywhere. She let herself get caught off guard. She cursed herself as she quickly stepped out of the way of the box from hitting her feet and breaking any toes. “Jesus wept!” She gasped and held her hand to her chest as she turned to face Vail. “You scared me!” She told him off as she caught her breath. 

She then bent down to pick up her boxes of ammo. “You’re quite the nosy one, aren’t you?” She asked him back playfully. “But to answer your question. It is for my fiancé. And the rest of them if needs be.” She revealed with a low growl beneath her breath. “He is not getting my estate…” She sighed and lifted the boxes up with a deep exhale and keeping her back straight. She brought them into her chest more. She was too pre-occupied to notice Vail’s feral eyes flicker. She continued her walk home. 

“Out hunting, are we?” She enquired in a quiet voice to the vampire beside her. Was her blood not able to sustain him longer than a week? Was he out looking for just any prey or was he specifically after her? Either way, a hungry vampire, was to be wary of. But he needed to be wary of the silver she was packing. She knew he wouldn’t react well to silver in any form. “Didn’t get enough last time?” She asked him with a slight grin. “Or you just here because you missed my company?” She asked with a hint of sarcasm.

She glanced the alleyways and decided she ought to warn him. “In any case, I’d stay clear of me if I were you. There’s a Saint sniffing around nearby…in fact he helped me purchase my new toy today.” She mused about the new gun in the box as she gestured toward the box. She didn’t want to give Vail eye contact to draw herself into his charms. Even if the Saint wasn’t nearby it may be enough to ward Vail off her for a while. Or if he really was persistent, she would find out just how much he desired her blood. A part of her was foolish enough to think he liked her company but as with any vampire, it was just her blood they wanted. Whether it be a Spencer, Hygrace, Godding and however they dressed it up. They were all the same. She thought Vail might be different, but he was still the lion and she the zebra. He couldn’t change any more than a leopard could change its spots. Perhaps though, if he really, really wanted it, she could strike a bargain with the vampire. If he wanted to use her, she could use him back. Or namely his family’s connections.