Alone - Part 2

Hands trembled violently, the suffocating tension in the atmosphere escalating to suspense by the passing second. Histoire's hands clutched the handle of the large kitchen knife, the only one that was left in the upper parts of the mansion as she had packed all the other sharp utensils and returned them to the basement. She would rather be the only one to carry a weapon on her, but she did not rule out the notion that Fiend would bring his own weapon along.

Histoire was seated on a chair in the foyer, intensely facing the front entrance and trying desperately to tune out the constant ticking of the clock overhead. Her ears were attuned to all other sounds in the large house, the clock being the loudest, and she jerked up to every one of them.