Vivian Carr paused, examining the crystal. The glow illuminated the stone floor, reflecting in the carved pumpkins nearby. She reached out, fingers brushing against its cool surface. A faint pulse emanated from within, a rhythmic beat echoing the slow drip of something dark staining her dress. It was almost… comforting. Tonight, she would offer it to him. He always did appreciate a good display. The roses felt heavy on her head, but she didn't dare move them. They were part of the presentation, after all. A final check of the arrangement, and then, she waited.