Post by Moridanu on Nov 14, 2014 17:12:49 GMT -5
Isabella's Lament
by Moridanu on Sat Apr 05, 2014 10:54 am
*The ground seemed to shift unevenly beneath her feet as she ran through the thick, dense forest. A smile creased the corners of her full lips as she ran, the damp earth feeling heavenly between her toes as she leapt lightly over gnarled, twisted roots that threatened to trip her up with each new step she took; expertly manoeuvring through the thick forest of long, sharp branches that stretched out to tear at her skin as she exhaled loudly and picked up the pace. Foliage of various shades of green and gold blended together as she ran so fast, she left a gust of wind in her wake. With her heart pounding in her chest and her breath coming in deep, even inhalations, Isabella had never felt so alive. Her feet were moving so fast they were a blur against the earth and she fell quickly into the zone that only other born runners understand. Everything else disappeared apart from her heartbeat pounding in her ears and her breathing falling into that even pattern of in - in – out, in – in – out, as she slowed down enough to match her pace with her beating heart. She ran for miles, a dark blur against the golden green in her black drawstring pants and matching singlet until the agonising sight of the mesh chain link fence appeared in the distance. Seeing that fence was like a stab in the heart, causing her to physically bend over and interrupt her breathing pattern. Immediately she began gasping for breath and had to stop jogging completely, her hands on her hips as she walked, breathing deeply and willing her heartbeat to slow down. The shock of even HAVING a heartbeat was still something that caused her to forget the hard work she had put in over the past six months at the Compound and made her want to kill everyone and everything in sight. It had been a rollercoaster of fear, hunger, rage and agony, but she had made it. She had even made such good progress that her trainer had agreed to release her for an afternoon run after hours of pleading with him and reassuring him she was ready. Once she had stepped foot over that threshold and made her way through the corridor of chain-link fences and on to the forest, Isabella had felt free for the first time in months. It had only been when that horrible perimeter fence had appeared that she realised she was not running free through the forest and in fact remembered where she was – on the edge of the Compound’s hundred acre property. *
*She caught her breath far more quickly than she let on, her violet eyes scanning the perimeter with her peripheral vision as she still walked, slightly hunched and sucking in breath she no longer needed. Straightening up now, she stretched her arms over her head, quickly glancing to take in the sight of the guard’s tower in the far Eastern corner. She already knew that another guards tower was positioned just North of the fenced corridor that led into the main dormitory and she had heard talk in the yard that there were more towers in each corner of each perimeter fence. Her fellow inmates had been hazy when she had asked how many fences there were in total but she knew through her own training sessions outside that there were at least four different perimeter fences, each encompassing the last. Ducking her head just in time to avoid making eye contact with the large guard who stood rather despondently at his post, Isabella continued to play the role of the exhausted jogger by stretching all her limbs and taking turns to fold each leg up and under her ass. Out of the corner of her eye, she scanned both fences on either side of the tower, but if another tower was nearby it remained out of sight. Turning on her heel, Isabella flicked her long jet black ponytail over her shoulder and jogged back into the dense forest.
Her run back to her dorm was far less invigorating as her mind was racing faster than her feet; thoughts, questions and the beginning of a plan to escape tumbled through her harried mind and before she knew it, she was back at the gated corridor. Glancing up at the guard in this tower, she blinked in surprise to see him smile and nod in greeting. Returning the smile with a grimace of her own, Isabella walked slowly through the large gate that led through to the corridor. As the gate slammed shut behind her, she slowed her pace even further as the large and rather oppressive building loomed ahead. This place had been her saviour in the beginning and she shuddered to think what would have happened if Rose hadn’t brought her here, but now…. Now it felt more like what it actually was – her prison. Her lessons and training sessions had been going well and there hadn’t been any deaths in over a month. Well.. there was that janitor… but nobody had found the body yet so Isabella figured it didn’t count. She knew she wasn’t 100 percent ready to live out in the real world and that she still had a lot more to learn about her “condition” as they kept calling it, but Isabella also knew that if she stayed here much longer she was in danger of becoming just another lab rat for those annoying pricks in white coats. Almost as if she had summoned one by thought alone, the heavy front door opened to reveal Dr. Alistair framed in the doorway. She noted his relieved expression to see her return so quickly and in one piece before he stepped inside to allow her to pass. ~How was your run Isabella? I trust you ran as far as you could?~ Refusing to even acknowledge the asshole who has fed her mice to eat in her first week here, Isabell fixed her usual look of pissed off indignation upon her beautiful face as she breezed past him and continued down the soft lime green hall. Passing Dontaye’s cell, she paused briefly and considering going in to tell him her latest suspicions but as the front door clicked shut behind her, she glanced back to see Dr. Alistair watching her intently. Rolling her violet eyes to the ceiling, she huffed slightly in frustration before heading down to her own cell at the end of the hall. The minute she entered, she could smell that someone else had been in her room. Purple eyes scanned the interior of the small, cramped room, searching for the latest bug and camera they had tried to install in here. She located both within minutes and had great delight in flushing both down the small toilet which was hidden behind a cupboard at the back of the room. Her joy was shortlived however when her stomach growled and she realised how long it had been since she had last fed. As her breath came in short, jagged gasps, Isabella’s eyes began to burn a deep feral golden colour as her long dark nails grew even longer despite her digging them into the rich wood of her cupboard as she held onto it tightly, willing the craving to pass. Her mouth went dry as her canines elongated, causing her to close her eyes tightly and bite down hard on her bottom lip. It was only when her sharp fangs pierced the soft flesh of her lip and dark blood began to drip down her almost porcelain like chin that she was able to get herself under control. Glancing at the clock that hung above the door, she saw that it was almost 6pm. Almost on cue, there was a single knock and then a large blood bag of 0 positive was shoved through the small hole at the base of her door. Falling onto the bag, she quickly ripped open the valve and raised it to her mouth, drinking greedily from the rapidly depleting bag of precious blood.
Her sustenance was gone far too soon and she threw the empty bag across the room in frustration. Who the hell were THEY to think that she could live on six blood bags a day?! She was a vampire queen for fucks sake! Well.. at least.. she HAD been. And now with her “condition” she should be more feared than ever before. Yet here she was, living on rations behind locked doors and guarded fences, performing tricks for dickheads in white coats with sharp needles. Deciding to let out some of her frustration at the gym (and maybe get a little taste of someone at the same time), Isabella approached her door just in time to hear the key turn in the lock.
~No!~she shouted, rushing forward to pound on the thick, reinforced door. ~Curfew.~ Came the short, mechanical response. ~Bullshit!~ she yelled. ~It’s only 6pm!~ Silence ensued. ~OI!!~ she screamed, pounding on the door. ~Let me out you piece of shit!~ After minutes of fruitless pounding and screaming, Isabella backed off and threw herself onto her narrow bed, crying in frustration. Sobbing into her pillow, Isabella sent out a mental message to Rose, telling her to come and let her out. ~Please Rose..~ she sobbed quietly, over and over again. ~Let me out..~ *
Re: Isabella's Lament
by Moridanu on Tue Apr 08, 2014 10:48 am
( A huuuge thanks to my beautiful girl Poe for playing with me for a few hours today: )
8:54 AM [Rose] ~Having arrived at the compound while Isa was out for her run, drawn there earlier by keen instincts she'd have been unwise to ignore, she swept restlessly through he halls as though she owned the place and everyone in it. Radiating such a naturally commanding air the staff. human or otherwise,inclined their heads and scampered out of her way, murmuring nervous greetings and apologizes if they'd been within a mile of in her way. Though not all those terrified of her were to blame for the recent changes she'd seen transforming the mood of the institute from voluntary research center to a locked down prison ward, she spread the responsibility for it over every last employee and would see them all suffer unimaginable agony if things did not improve soon. In a crinkled rayon dress of deep purple with embroidered bell-sleeves, black tights and knee-high suede boots in the same rich shade as the dress, she looked little like te rest of the staff in their linen scrubs. An ID badge dangled from a coiled red cord which was snapped on to her lab coat, though she spent enough time here and had given enough of the staff reason to fear for their lives that she hardly needed it. The badge provided her access to all of the locked down areas and it was the only reason she wore it, especially given her plans tonight. She sensed Isa's pain through their bond and she clenched her jaw, her fangs extending as her eyes flashed red-tinged black in barely contained fury. She picked up her pace and moved to the hall outside Isa's “cell” with all the seed of a vampire her age, ignoring the people she startled into fleeing or screaming along the way. She let herself into the room, tossed Isa the jacket she'd brought for her and glanced back into the hall to ensure it was clear.~ I have tests yet to do today. We'll need to go out for awhile. Put that on, it's more than just a coat. Say nothing, our time is limited. ~She flashed her sister a mischievous grin, then her pale, <c>
8:55 AM [Rose] pretty face went solemn again as she waited for Isa to pull on the coat. Though Isa wouldn't notice, the coat would change her appearance to all to see her so long as it was zipped. She would take her arm in one hand, a clipboard prop in the other hand and would lead her off the compound, compelling her way right out to her vehicle which was parked along the edge of the woods.~ I hope you're hungry. Keep that on for now. Security to get through yet at the gate. ~Once she was in, she would get them through security easily enough, though a mile away from the gate she pulled over and instructed Isa to stay put. She left the car and was back before the door even had time to close fully, carrying the keys of the vehicle that was tailing them. It was now down in a ditched with a bound and unconscious security guard in the trunk. Back in the vehicle, she slid the keys under her seat and drove towards their destination.~ <d>
*Isabella’s dark hair had become wet from her tears and hung in long, sticky strands over her flushed face when she finally lifted her head and looked back towards the door as the sound of a key in the lock reached her ears. Blinking back the last of the tears, Isabella swung her long legs over the edge of the bed, wincing slightly as her bare feet touched down upon the cold, tiled floor of her cell as she looked up at Rose with a look of utter relief and gratitude. Nodding quickly, she followed Rose’s instructions to the letter, zipping up the jacket and following Rose out of the room. Walking down the long corridor to the front entrance seemed to be a never ending realm of lime green walls, white doors and a long white tile floor that stretched on forever and she expected to be stopped at any time. Somehow they made it out and as she settled herself comfortably against the passenger seat of Rose’s car, she shot her sister an arched brow. ~Some “Rehabilitation clinic for the supernaturally challenged”.. hmmm? More like a freaking prison to me! I highly doubt Benito would have signed me up for this shit had he known I would be a prisoner fed on fucking blood bags!! I’m starving Rose!! I need to hunt.. and soon!!~ The open window of the speeding car provided a cool gust of wind which quickly dried her damp hair and blew her long dark mane behind her as she glanced out and up at the night. Trees arced overhead but she was still able to make out a few random stars peppering the inky indigo sky above. Staring at those stars with the wind blowing through her hair and her beloved sister beside her, Isabella finally felt free. Groaning in protest when Rose brought the car to a stop within minutes of leaving the compound, she soon grinned as Rose continued with the keys of their tail. ~Well played..~ she grinned, before casting her eyes back outside. The wind brought with it a myriad of scents, several of which belonged to live beings. Placing a slender hand against her stomach, Isabella laughed at how loudly it growled. ~Rose.. I need to stop. I need to hunt.. now!~ Doubling over in sudden pain, she yelled ~Holy shit.. that’s one hell of a hunger pain..~ Panting, she looked back over to Rose. ~Please.. stop the car right now!~ Without even waiting for the car to come to a complete stop, Isabella was out of the car and disappearing into the woods. As the thrill of the hunt descended over her like a dark, warm cloak of desire and hunger, Isabella was surprised to hear a deep purring reverberating from within her own chest. Her nails elongated which – truth be known – hurt far worse than she could have ever expected, while every muscle in her legs and torso tightened and stretched as she seemed to grow another two inches. Although she remained upright, she found that she had to resist the urge to walk on all fours which was a sensation that would require some getting used to. Shrugging it off, Isabella focused on her surroundings and immediately sensed several squirrels, two birds, a feral cat and something larger… possibly a mountain lion or something similar. Deciding to go for the larger mammal, Isabella slipped into hunter mode. She had always had good vision as a vampire (particularly at night) but she found that she could now zoom in on her target instantly while naturally calculating the best and quietest way to approach before ripping its throat out. This hunting style was very different from her own of luring the victim to their death but she thought that, in time, she would learn to use this new skill to her advantage. This was the first time she had hunted since the “transition period” had been completed. The lab idiots had fed her live mice and expected her to “hunt them” so they could monitor her brainwaves and physicality for any changes during this phase but without that actual “THRILL”, it could barely be called a hunt. She had almost been as disappointed as the doctors, surprised to find that she had been looking forward to see what effect the wolf side would have had on her hunting abilities. Now, she was finally finding out what it meant to be a hybrid. Every sense was heightened as she locked in on a large cat that seemed to be enough for one meal. Normally repulsed by the desperate action of settling for animal blood over human, Isabella surprised herself by licking her lips and relishing the anticipation of the sweet blood AND pelt. She was poised, ready to attack when her heightened senses revealed the sound of two large bodies approaching. Smelling the air, she turned her head away from the cat and peered deeper into the forest. A large man in red and black flannelette was carrying a large shot gun while a junior version of him was walking beside the man, clad in his own flannelette of green and yellow. A sick grin creased her lips as Isabella’s eyes glowed a deep, feral amber. As the purring turned into a deep growl, Isabella dropped down on all fours to study her quarry more carefully. One ear was tuned to Rose, waiting for her approach before she fed. As hungry as she was, Isabella doubted she could eat them both herself so it was only polite to give Rose the boy. Shifting her attention back to the man, Isabella grinned as she took in the bulging belly and beefy legs. Licking her elongated canines, she glanced back over her shoulder to see where Rose was.*
10:25 AM [Rose] ~She would lead Isa out in stony silence, the frigid mask of irritation enough to send them scattering from out of her way which is precisely what she was aiming for. Quiet and calmer than most of the vampires the staff of the facility was used to, her temper when it came to the treatment of her sister or when anything concerning Isa was done any way other than the one Rose approved had become legendary and built up a healthy fear in those who saw her about in one of her moods. To the people they passed, the charmed coat gave her the appearance and scent of one of the orderly-types who worked on the premises and it would appear that the unfortunate soul had crossed Rose on the wrong day, giving the rest of the lesser help good cause to get the hell out of her way lest they incur her wrath as well. She maintained her silence, keeping up the illusion that the one trailing her was about to get the telling off of their lifetime, until they were in her car and through the security checkpoint. Her gift with compelling was known to those in the family and it worked so well on the two pudgy, bored men manning the exit that as far as they knew, Rose had driven off alone in what appeared to be a hostile mood. They didn't know that she knew a tail sent out to follow her was procedure each time she left and her sudden stop threw the unfortunate man off a step, just long enough for her to race back to the car as little more than a shadowed blur. He never got out a single sound before he was unconscious and bound in the trunk, but at last they were free. She reached over and touched Isa's arm after climbing back in the car with her concern obvious on her face now.~ We're headed towards dinner now. That compound has outlived it's usefulness, I can do more for you alone now than I could there and their motives are not as pure as they led Benito to believe. <c>
10:26 AM [Rose] ~When Isa suddenly launched herself from the car with a growl, Rose pulled the car into a cluster of trees so it wouldn't be visible from the road and followed her sister with the natural silent grace of a vampire, while maintaining the calm that had always been part of her personality and was a sharp contrast to the wild nature Isa had developed since the change. Without a sound she appeared beside Isa, her voice soft and comforting in her sister's ear.~ Take your pick, sister. It has been too long. I will take the other. ~Rose's eyes, now fully black, lacked the red tinge that generally came with the change in order to keep herself hidden from their sight. They were aware of Isa's presence, but would get the very ugly surprise of meeting her sister when they least expected it. She wanted Isa to get off some of the extra energy that had been building from being contained and whether the institute under it or not, hunting was the best way to keep her healthy and happy.~
9:58 PM [Isabella Senfetti] *A knowing smile was bestowed upon her sister, before the grin slipped from her lips as they turned into a snarl while she focused on her prey. The eldest of the flannelette clad duo was also the fattest, and Isabella baulked slightly as she heard her starving stomach emit an almost deafening rumble at the thought of ripping through all that flesh. On all fours and with her pert ass lifted high in the air as her extended limbs quickly grew accostumed to supporting her weight in this position, Isabella began to creep forward, her glowing amber eyes locked on her target. As she grew closer, she could hear the pudgy son complaining about the trek while the fat father clapped a meaty hand on his son’s shoulder and told him “The trek is part of the hunt.. how can you expect to kill your prey if you aren’t prepared to stalk it?” Chuckling softly, Isabella purred ~What wise words for a fat little piggy..~ as she revealed her presence by stepping out of the shadows and into the clearing where the men stood. The son let out a shriek that sounded embarrassingly like a young girls at the sight of the strange woman, crouched on all fours with glowing, feral eyes. ~Run little piggy..~ she called, taking great delight when he turned and did just that. ~He’s all yours Rooooooossseee…~ she sung, before lowering her head and grinning at the man. ~Heeeeeerrre little piggy!~ She began to fall into her old pattern of stalking and taunting her prey but the blood lust quickly became too great and she was upon her victim in seconds. Tearing out his jugular, she drank deeply; toes curling in ecstasy as the warm blood trickled down her chin. Before she knew what was happening, her long claws began to tear at the body, quickly removing the disgusting flannelette to rip large chunks of flesh from the body. Once he was completely drained of blood, she turned her bloody mouth to his chunky torso, biting off manageable chunks and purring deeply as she settled down over her kill. Hearing a twig snap behind her, she uttered <c>
9:58 PM [Isabella Senfetti] a feral growl as she shifted her body more possessively over the body, blood and entrails quickly staining the coat Rose had given her. Silence descended quickly over the forest as Isabella lay and enjoyed the best meal she had had in years. By the time Rose would return, she would find Isabella laying atop a carcass that had been almost stripped to the bone. *
10:13 PM [Rose] ~She watched with fascination as Isa assumed the form of her new hunting style, still finding it hard to believe she could know a woman that long and be relearning everything about her. Whoever her sister became, they were sisters for life, so she would get to know the changes as well as she had the “Old Isa”. The longer she spent in that hellhole, the less she believed in a full cure, though she didn't break that unhappy news to Isa. On her own she was perfecting better treatments for the condition, but some changes were likely going to be permanent so long as she kept Isa alive through them. She smiled at Isa's delight, letting her have her fun in her own way and hanging back until she was needed. She stayed cloaked to the pair even after Isa had announced herself, smiling and rolling her black eyes in amusement as her sister called to her. She was on the boy in an instant, crushing his windpipe to spare her any noise while she pinned him to a tree and fed neatly. She stepped back from the boy when she was finished, letting him crumple to the ground at her booted feet and smoothed her dress. She'd saved some in case Isa wasn't full, but she winced when she saw what little remained of the body and decided it wasn't likely Isa could stomach any more without tearing her own stomach out.~ You've got a little someone on your...everything. Good thing I brought a back up outfit. Kind of wish I'd also brought a hose...
10:31 PM [Isabella Senfetti] *So engrossed in her meal was she, that it took several moments for Rose’s words to register. Slowly chewing her last mouthful, she sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her equally bloodied hand as she turned to look at her sister. ~Backup.. huh?~ she asked groggily, blinking rapidly to stop the world from looking so strange. Every colour was intensified to a hue that it hurt her eyes and as she struggled to her feet, she felt bones breaking and reforming as her muscles stretched and contracted back to their normal “Isabella” size. Crying out in pain, she dug her bare toes into the earth to ground herself while the transformation completed itself. Another few moments of intense vision, angry sound and horrifying sensations throughout her entire body, Isabella finally stood before Rose with a wry look upon her blood smeared face. ~So… that was interesting..~ she quipped, tossing her dark, blood matted hair over one shoulder and stalking back to the car. Forcing an attempt of bravado, she made several jokes with Rose; trying to keep the mood light so they didn’t discuss what had just happened. She couldn’t bring herself to turn around and glance over her shoulder at the sight she left behind. The vampire inside of her, whilst normally enraptured with any form of bloodletting or torture, actually found the whole thing rather gruesome and as she thought of the entrails she had gobbled up like sausages she even found her full stomach start to heave. Reaching the car, she looked at her sister over the roof of the vehicle with a look of utter disgust. ~What the fuck have I become Rose?~ she asked despairingly, before climbing into the passenger seat and slamming the door shut behind her. ~I need a drink.. actually I need a lot to drink to erase that sight from my vision… I heard the guards talking about a tavern not far from here.. they said it’s more of a “Creep and weirdo” kind of place than their preferred watering hole, so it sounds like just the place for us…. Further down this road
10:32 PM [Isabella Senfetti] I think.. ~ Glancing at herself in the side mirror, she grimaced. ~Ohhh.. I see what you mean.. I look terrible! … you said something about a backup outfit?~ Grinning at her sister hopefully, she arched a slender brow in her direction. ~… and something about a hose?~ *
10:52 PM [Rose] ~She stood patiently waiting for Isa's body to shift back, cringing at the sound of her bones breaking even when she knew they would heal quickly. That didn't stop it from hurting and she found her own skeleton radiating sympathy pain. She was by her side in an instant to help her to her feet, ignoring the blood and gore on her as she steadied her gently and moved with her back to the car. She let Isa guide the conversation, letting her talk about what best suited her and joking as needed. She kept her concern off her face and out of her voice, finding a cheerful tone that she didn't completely have to fake. They hadn't been hunting in ages together and regardless of the method, a hunt was a hunt was a hunt. Everyone was full, at least. If Isa could ever eat again it would be a miracle. At the car she sensed Isa's dilemma and met her gaze over the roof, offering an honest, if one-armed, shrug.~ What the fuck are any of us? You're Isa. A little different than we remember, but it's not forever and we can live with it. Point is you ate. Drinking sounds hellishly wonderful. I'm in. But we're going to have to get you changed or we're going to attract all the wrong kinds of creeps and weirdos. ~She went around to the back and came out with some wet naps, a bottle of water, a towel and a fresh outfit.~ Regretting the lack of a hose, but it'll do. Maybe we could dump the water over your head? If that doesn't work, I'm finding a lake and throwing you in and you'll like it, because you look even crazier than normal. And as I know you quite well, that's saying something.
11:18 PM [Isabella Senfetti] *Climbing out of her seat, she obediently followed her sister around to the back of the car where she was promptly presented with wet naps, a towel, some water and a new outfit. ~ You never cease to amaze me Rose..~ she murmured, tipping the water over her dark head just as Rose suggested it. Using the wet naps to clean up most of the blood and gore off her face, she quickly shrugged out of the blood soaked coat and glanced down in wonder to see her black sweat pants and singlet were relatively gore free down to her knees where the coat had covered her. Unfortunately from the knees down, not so much. ~Yuck..~ she groaned, wrinkling her perfectly pert nose as she wriggled out of her sweats and panties. Of course she didn’t really need to remove her underwear at all, but she was Isabella. The minute the cool night air hit her bare ass, Isabella laughed and whipped off her singlet and bra. Standing naked in the moonlight, half clean and half gore covered she grinned at Rose. ~ A dip in the lake sounds brilliant! Meet you there!~ And with a maniacal laugh, the naked vampire took off and raced through the forest. She was unaware of dropping to all fours and running like a wolf over gnarled tree roots and moss covered rocks, and it was only when she reached the lake that she finally stood upright, stretching her long arms overhead and grinning up at the moon. ~Fuck, I feel fantastic!!!~ she yelled to the neighbouring mountains, barely able to refrain from letting out a howl. Running down the shore, she dived into the freezing water and swam all the way to the bottom of the lake. Taking a moment to marvel at the sight of the moonlight shining through the otherwise murky water, Isabella’s dark head finally broke the surface in time to see Rose arrive with her towel and outfit. Slicking her long dark hair back off her face, Isabella Rose and walked out of the lake, tiny beads of water dripping off her flawless body that seemed to glow in the moonlight. Grinning at Rose, she took the offered towel and dried off <c>
11:18 PM [Isabella Senfetti] before dressing quickly in the skin tight jeans and baby blue cashmere sweater that clung to her damp body like a fuzzy blanket. ~You never cease to amaze me dearest Rose..~ Glancing down at herself, she beamed. ~Just what I would’ve picked.. don’t suppose you have …boo..?~ she trailed off and grinned as she saw a pair of black patent leather boots in Rose’s left hand. ~You are a fucking legend, you know that?!~ With violet eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed from the recent kill and bracingly cold water, Isabella shook out her long dark locks and linked her arm in Rose’s. ~The tavern is just open over that hill. Let’s get a drink!~ *
11:45 PM [Rose] ~More used to Isa's nonexistent modesty than perhaps anyone, she didn't even acknowledge the sight of her sister stripping in the moonlight as out of the ordinary. Just part of the fun that was Isa. She looked in distaste at the stained clothes and kicked a bit of dirt at them.~ We'll be leaving those. I've seen more of that man than I ever cared to and I don't need any him around in the car to remind me. ~She blinked in surprise at Isa's unexpected response to her joke about the lake and before she could stop her, the nude woman was tearing off into the darkness.~ And she's streaking. So much for needing a drink. It's already a party. ~Rolling her now green eyes skyward with a sigh, she closed the trunk and jumped into the car to follow her lunatic sister through parts unknown to the lake. She had a very vague idea of the area from this part of the road and took a few off-road shortcuts, finding her way with stubborn determination and the growing need for her own drink. She exited the car with a towel over her arm and the outfit under her arm, the boots clutched in her hand.~ Your towel, m'lady. You're looking refreshed. ~She smirked at the comment and tossed her currently gold curls back over her shoulder gracefully.~ Yes, I'm a wonder. I know. I never cease to amaze anyone. I'll be even more amazing after a drink, promise. Now that you look more hot babe than psychotic killer, I believe you promised me alcohol. Shall we? The answer you're looking for is yes and if it isn't, so help me Isa, I'll take you back and it'll be nothing but bagged blood for a month. ~She grinned at the reply.~ That's precisely what I wanted to hear.
12:01 AM [Isabella Senfetti] *Rose’s dry wit never failed to amuse Isabella, and tonight was no exception. A throaty laugh bubbled forth as she half dragged Rose up the hill towards the tavern. ~Remember this place? We came here to watch that meteor shower… it was so beautiful.~ Leading Rose to the very place in the garden in which they had laid and watched the sky explode, Isabella grew somber as the mood of that moment so long ago, quickly descended upon her. Thoughts of Benito crept into the dark edge of her mind and she quickly shook her head back and forth to force him from her head, her long dark hair whipping around and almost striking Rose beside her. It was only the noise coming from the trio near the tavern that snapped her out of her mood. Arching a slender brow at Rose, she let go of her sister’s arm and stalked over to where what appeared to be two women standing on the porch. A hooded man was shouting and growling at the women as Isabella approached and she offered the hooded being a grin before looking up to the women. Quickly ascertaining that the “women” were perfectly capable of handling this situation, Isabella offered the hooded man a mock salute before breezing past him. ~Now now, children.. play nice and I will buy you all a drink!~ Skipping up the stairs, she pulled open the heavy wooden door and after waiting for Rose to join her, slipped inside. Dancing over the bar, Isabella marveled at how fantastic she felt. ~Remind me to eat fat flannelette piggies more often Rose… they definitely agree with me! What shall we drink? Something….~ her eyes raked over the many bottles on display behind the bar. ~…. Exotic…~ *
12:20 AM [Rose] ~She did indeed remember this place and she nodded slowly, recognizing the exact spot she'd thrown half of her supplies. If she breathed deep she could still kind of smell the herbal mixtures she'd thrown to the ground in a temper. Noting Isa's mood dipping, she nudged her with her elbow just as the chaos on the porch caught her sister's fruit-fly-like attention. Abandoned as she went on ahead, she hung back to watch from further away. Isa had always been more curious about the world than her and that had only gotten ten times worse since her condition shifted her personality to even more of a go-getter. Rose wanted to be firmly out of any situation that wasn't drinking heavily. She arched an eyebrow as Isa breezed through the trio, offering to buy them all drinks if they behaved. She swept after her, a quick flash of purple that caught up to Isa quickly at the tavern's entrance.~ You mean I'll buy them all drinks, don't you? Unless you're wearing some money under those clothes I just gave you. No? I didn't think I saw any while you were streaking towards the lake. ~She vanished inside having given the hooded man no more attention than she did the two women he was engaged with. Not her issue. Isa may charge in, but as far as she was concerned she wanted a bottle of her favorite red wine and a quiet corner to enjoy it. She'd already saved one person tonight and so far that had turned into quite an ordeal. She wasn't saving anyone else.~ You know me. I'm not all that exotic. I'll take my usual. And you'll get it, since I did all this nice stuff for you that I'm too polite to list.
[Grrr. Lost part of one.]
[Isabella]….grabbed Rose’s arm, her eyes shining with excitement. ~Let’s go and mess with those guards at the compound! The way I feel I could jump up to their guard tower in a single bound and rip their throats open before they had time to scratch their ass! ~Giggling like a giddy school girl, she tugged on Rose’s sleeve. ~Let’s go!~ Without waiting for an answer, she kicked back her chair and leapt to her feet, tearing out of the tavern and racing out into the night. *
12:39 AM [Rose] ~She eyed the bottle skeptically, noting it wasn't her kind or her year, but it wasn't a bad kind or year, so it would do. She'd only just gotten it uncorked when Isa put five shots of Bourbon away and was instantly intoxicated from the glassy look to her eyes. She'd only just tipped the wine to her glass when her sister spouted off about terrorizing the guards at the Park, then sprang to her feet in a loud clatter of wood on wood and tore out of the tavern. She stared after her, the bottle still mid-pour.~ I'm in Hell. It's come to Earth and it's found me. I hate her. I don't say it enough Isa, but I hate you. ~Springing to her feet, her eyes narrowed to slits and her face dark with that hate, she snatched the bottle up at the neck and swept after her, taking a hit right off the bottle as she stormed remarkably lightly across the porch and back down the steps.~ I will hold you down while they tranq you. I swear I will. I will hold you down and tranq you for this. Do all werewolves have ADD or just mine? ~Gritting her teeth so hard they ached, she wandered back in the direction of the car in no particular hurry. If someone else found her first and sedated her, she may actually come out of it in better shape than if Rose herself for her hands around that hyper-active lunatic's neck.~
Re: Isabella's Lament
by Hex on Mon Sep 29, 2014 3:52 pm
5:57 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *When Rose eventually emerged from the tavern, she would find Isabella leaning against the car, long jean-clad legs crossed at the ankle and picking lint off her blue cashmere sweater. Looking up as she heard her sister arrive, she grinned and flashed her indigo eyes at Rose. ~About time! Hurry Rose, I want to go and rip the head off at least one of the guards before this buzz wears off. I was gonna just run there myself but for some reason my heads nearly as fuzzy as this sweater and I got all disorientated during my run to the lake.~ She grinned and held up her hands as she saw the look her sister was giving her. ~Oi, what’s eating you? Or should I say who? Has ANYONE been… ya know.. “looking after you”… while I’ve been inside? Maybe that’s why you look so cranky, hmmm? Haven’t seen any action for a while? ~ The incessant chatter went on as Rose finally unlocked the car so she could get inside. Settling herself in her passenger’s seat, Isabella continued once Rose started the car. ~I haven’t had any action since Benito dumped me in that hell hole! One of the guards took a shine to me and tried to have his way one night. He still limps, but I’m surprised he still comes back to work every day. Fair enough, he swapped my cell with a skinny bitch with pink hair who would rather have phone sex with her boyfriend called Sven than check in on me…but still, man’s got balls… well.. only one now..~ Finally pausing for breath, Isabella reached over to grab Rose by the arm. ~Say… they must have one of those places… you know… where stupid men go for a screw… whatdoyacallit… a whore house!!! Yes! They must have whore houses for men right? I mean.. full of men ready to screw? Let’s go get you one of those! Hell, lets get ME one of those!~ Her heart panged in guilt as Benito’s handsome face swam before her and she almost ripped her own eyeballs out of her face to make it disappear. Falling silent, Isabella gazed out the window, allowing her tears to fall silently and secretly as she waited for her sisters response*
6:19 PM [Rose] ~Descending the front steps so lightly someone sitting on the porch wouldn’t even hear her cross, her emerald gaze found Isa lounging restlessly against the car and she had to smile. The changes in her were not so much changes as a heightening of her natural personality traits and Isa had been a whirlwind drug trip as long as she’d known her. If nothing else, it kept Rose busy. Busier now that she was out. The wild pile of golden curls contained atop her head were escaping their clip, allowing several to frame her face while the rest began to tip bit by bit to the side. As Isabella’s chatter turned to getting laid and male whore houses, she smirked and rolled her eyes skyward as she hunted for the patience to keep up with her hyperactive sister. Unlocking the car, she gave her door a harder yank that it needed and came very close to tearing it off. When she released it, the imprint of remarkably delicate fingers was crushed into the metal.~ Get in, you. We’ll find you something to kill. It’ll make us both feel better. My sexlife is just fine. I just seem to have higher standards than you. So high that most men cannot live up to them. ~Dropping into the driver’s seat, she managed to get the ailing door shut with an extra hard pull that echoed around the tavern. Once Isa was belted in, a rule she insisted on to prevent Isa from crawling all over the car to get into things, she exited the parking lot a more normal way than she’d entered it.~ I don’t think they make houses for precisely what you’re looking for. I believe the term for a male whore is “jiggalo”. There’s also clubs where beautiful gay men dance mostly naked while pretending to be straight, though they’re never any fun to drink as they’re all full of steroids. That first plan of yours, the guard killing…any killing… much easier.
6:39 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *~”Jiggalo..~ Isabella rolled the word around her tongue, marvelling at the sound. ~That’s what they used to call Benito before I met him. Everyone said he was this big shot European playboy… a jiggalo. That all changed when he met me of course…~ As it always did, the subject of Benito had a strange effect on her and Isabella found herself quietening down. When Rose nixed the idea of going to find a jiggalo in favour of hunting and killing a guard as she had first suggested, Isabella merely shrugged and murmured ~k…~ before turning her dark head to look back out the window. She had had no word from Benito in almost five weeks. His last email had said he was making progress in Africa and that he was travelling to the Amazon to continue working with a Shaman on a cure for the werewolf bite. He had told her about a bunch of developers who were trying to steal the ground out from under certain tribes who didn’t speak any English and had therefore employed Benito to be their translator. It had been easy to read between the lines to see Benito’s excitement at being back in the midst of a hostile takeover of sorts and she wasn’t surprised to see the cure take a back seat as the rest of the email had waffled on about the delights and terrors of the jungle. He had closed by saying he would call her on Friday for their weekly phone chat and she planned on telling him to get her the fuck out of the hell hole he had dumped her in, but Friday came and went with no phone call. She had emailed him during her IT time but had received no response. Fearing the worst, Isabella had sent one of Benito’s boys to find out where he was but apart from a few progress reports of his own trip, he had nothing to report on his boss so far. Frustrated, scared and trying to ignore the deep, painful pangs in her heart, it took a few minutes for her to realise Rose had turned off the main road and was now heading down a long, dark road. ~This isn’t the way to the guard stations…~ she muttered quietly. ~They are peppered <c>
6:40 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] around the edge of the compound.. near the fence.. I thought you knew…~ She trailed off as her violet eyes absorbed the sight in front of her. The long road was now fully illuminated in vintage style street lamps which cast everything in a soft yellow glow. Isabella’s heightened gaze could make out posters for pie drives, bake sales, glee club and a Capella try outs. Continuing down the long road, Rose pulled into the first carpark and Isabella grinned as she saw the sign in front of them: Alpha Beta Gama. Turning to her sister, Isabella laughed. ~Not exactly a male whorehouse but I see the resemblance. Lots of boys to screw and kill I’m sure. Nice choice!~ Exiting the vehicle, Isabella took a long deep breath, inhaling all the delicious scents of this new hunting ground. Licking her lips, she leaned against the car and grinned over the roof of it as Rose emerged on the other side. ~I always wanted to get a college education…~*
7:17 PM [davoren] Weaving in and out if the nights traffic he grined to himself as the air whipped past him as he sped down the roads. finding himself further away from where he had intended to be having missed a turn time miles back he shrugged to himself and continues on. roaring onwards he passes several signs for diners and turned of the sliproad and continued onwards. it wasnt long before he returned to a more build up area, the houses becoming more prevelant. pulling over to check his cell he sees the car containing to two enter the carpark of a large house and get out. Raising a brow his curiosity getting the better of him he decides to linger a little longer and see what was going on.
7:00 PM [Rose] ~As she knew her sister better than anyone, probably even Isa herself, she reached over and gave her arm a comforting squeeze without taking her eyes off the road when Benito’s name came up again. Her expression turned hard briefly, but she’d abandoned the clip holding it back from her face so it fell in a curtain of gleaming curls to hide it from Isa until she could hide her rage from her sister. The long, slow, excruciating death Benito had waiting for him on his return would be her little secret. She didn’t want to have to fight her way through Isa to get at him and as much as he’d hurt Isa, her sister still carried the torch. The only torch Rose carried would light his sleazy ass on fire. She’d worked in the hellhole Ben had dumped Isa in and their motives were their own, but they had no intention of curing her. He probably knew all along. Hell, they weren’t even treating her. The only treatments administered had been created by Rose’s own hand and given to her sister personally. The rest was just for show to make Isa think they gave a damn and to keep her too uncoordinated to escape them. She wasn’t taking Isa back and though she hadn’t mentioned that, she suspected Isa would like her plan. Either way, she was going to follow it. She smiled to herself as a confused Isa began looking around, trying to figure out where they were. When it finally sank in a full smile curled her lips and she slammed an elbow into her door to get it open so she could climb out.~ These guys will hump anything even remotely female. When they get a load of us we’ll be fending them off with sticks. Not very often they get a piece of ass as perfect as yours. ~Raking her long, slender fingers through her hair, she gave it a bit of a toss to smooth out and organize the curls that fell nearly to her waist and grinned at her sister over the car, her fangs gleaming in the harsh yellow light of the street lamps.~ If we take our time and drain every last oe of them, we might get half of one. Keep in mind that frat houses are usually the drunk, unedicated ones. Either way, they have the right equipment for what you’re craving and afterwards they’ll make a fine meal. Could you ask for more? <d>
7:46 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *Nodding absently at her sister, Isabella heard and processed Rose’s words while her violet eyes scanned the soft shadows of the dimly lit campus. Large aluminium encrusted lamps; those that most of these college kids referred to as the “white lights”, were placed at seemingly strategic places to ward off the shadows and prevent the encroaching darkness from bringing with it opportunities of nasty high jinx and depravity, though these lamps were few and far between. The resulting ambience was deep pools of shadow, bright beacons of light and a myriad of dark pathways and empty halls. For a college campus, the area was surprisingly quiet and devoid of life, at least at first glance. Tilting her head to the right, Isabella tuned in her hearing and automatically began to search for any frequency she could hear. Within seconds the unmistakable riff of a Jimmy Hendrix classic reverberated within her eardrum and she turned to face the direction of the music. Above the music, she could hear a multitude of heartbeats; smell the pungent aroma of young, horny adults sweating and grinding up against each other as the blood rushed through their veins; the sound of the pounding blood almost deafening Isabella as she reigned her senses in and turned back to Rose. ~There’s a party in the next block.. a big one…. ~ Her gaze shifted back to the dorm building in front of them. It was dark in all the windows apart from two, where a bright white light shone, courtesy of the standard fluorescent lamp that came attached to the desk of any dorm room. Isabella heard only three heartbeats in the building, and judging by the ragged pace of two of them, it was clear that they had one couple and a single… probably some nerd not invited to the party who decided to stay home and study to keep her scholarship or some other trivial bullshit. It didn’t matter who or why they were here, it just mattered that they were. She heard another heartbeat behind her and turned around to see a rather nice looking bike parked on the other <c>
7:47 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] side of the car park. Locked up in her stupid cell, Isabella had been saved from insanity by the ability to watch cable and she had quickly succumbed to the seduction of a well written and brilliantly acted television show that featured a motorcycle club called the Sons of Anarchy. Admiring the bike, Isabella then shifted her attention to its rider. He was close enough to smell and he smelled delicious. Glancing over to see if Rose had noticed him, she drawled ~What ‘ave we here then?~* <d>
8:14 PM [Rose] ~Not that she cared to look nice for the horny, young frat boys they were about to descend upon and massacre, but because she didn’t get the mail or take a jog looking anything less than her very best, she used the rearview mirror to perfect her golden mane and touch up the minute amount of make-up she wore, which was a faint swipe of blusher on the cheeks to hide her snowy complexion, the exact shade of purple eye-shadow to match her crinkle dress, and a layer of tinted lip gloss. She needed no foundation or any of that other crap human women slathered on to look younger, for she’d died and been reborn as a young woman and would never age a day. She adjusted her breasts to show just enough cleavage in the v-neck of her outfit and smoothed a few bits of grass from her knee-high suede boots that she’d picked up chasing Isa through God only knew where. The young, drunk men inside didn’t even deserve to look upon much less touch her, but if she could find one recently showered and not too hard on the eyes, she might have herself a bit of fun before she ate him. She was sure, if asked, the man would say he’d be happy to die just so long as he got to hit that. Or close to it. She followed Isa’s gaze from the lit windows of the dorm to the bike that pulled in behind them, raising an eyebrow at the strange hour for visitors. She could hear the faint thud of music in the distance and knew there were others inside, but this one had pretty much faceplanted in their laps. If he was going to make it that easy, she saw no reason to eat him first. Yet, anyways. Isa’s recent appetite didn’t include being picky about what she put in her mouth, but she’d chased down one drunk, sweaty, boar of a man tonight and one was enough. She’d had to gargle six times to get the taste of him out of her mouth. With an absent shrug, she brushed back the silken waves of her hair and grinned over her shoulder at her sister.~ Would be rude of us not to at least say hi. I like his bike. How do you feel about an appetizer before the main course? Race you… ~Flashing a playful smile at Isa, she sauntered towards the biker with the fluid movement of an experienced runway model. Her green eyes glittered in the yellow light, but she was careful to hide her fangs as she smiled shyly at the man.~ Nice bike. Are you in this fraternity? <d>
8:25 PM [davoren] Watching the two from the other end of the carpark, his bike idling between his legs he smiles to himself and removes his helmet so he can get a better look at the two. with his face revealed the first thing that they would notice about him are the unusual colour of his eyes rather then the normal run of the mill colour that shone a bright almost lilac purple. His skin was paler then normal and his hair was a grey white colour and hung down about his face. Putting his cell away he reached into his jacket for some smokes and lit one then returned the pack to his jacket. Seems he had found something intresting tonight after all. Watching the women exchanges glances at the dorm and over to him and at each other he took a draw on his cigarette and exhaled slowly into the air above him as the two made their way over towards him. The was something off about these two he could read that much for certain but had no idea what so he would be expecting trouble if any arose. seeing them eye his bike he smiled as he eyes took them both in. he wasnt blind and as by no means a celibate so his eyes would be hitting the usual areas of the two of them then shook his head at their question. "Cant say i am ladies just pulled over to check my cell, besides i think im a little old be a fratboy."
8:36 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *Isabella nodded with a smile as the man quipped that he was too old to be a frat boy. ~Age is but a number…~ she purred, marvelling at how alike his eyes were with hers. ~I must say… I have never seen another with eyes the same shade as mine… perhaps you are my long lost brother I never knew I had?!~ she quipped, her own violet eyes flashing as she took a step closer to him. Glancing at the cell in his hand, she tilted her head towards it, her long dark hair tumbling over her shoulder. ~Those things give you cancer…evil… evil things..~ Taking another step, she seemed to glide towards him, her eyes now a deeper, darker shade of purple as they locked on his. It would be minutes before he realised his cell was gone from his hands and by then it had long disappeared into a nearby bush. Taking one final step up to the man so that she was now close enough to kiss him, Isabella offered a deep, throaty chuckle before she whispered in a husky voice ~You smell good enough to eat…~ Her wet, warm tongue flickered out to lick the corner of his lips before she turned to Rose. ~It almost seems too easy… ya know? Like… I feel insulted in a way…~ Laughing like a loon, Isabella glanced up at the full moon above her before turning her feral, golden amber eyes upon the man before her. ~I like your bike..~ she purred, licking her lips and revealing her fangs that glistened in the soft, yellow light. ~I want a ride.~ *
8:50 PM [davoren] Catching sigth of her eyes he raised a brow seeing the similar hue of her eyes but he knew that he she would either be wearing fakes of would be a supernatural unlike himself. "for some reason miss i very much doubt id be your kin. plus it would be a cruel joke if you where." He knew at once his cell as been taken but didnt act on it. he doubted he would have to. As she drew close to him he breathed in her scent and smiled a thin smile. On seeing the fangs he drew back not out of fear but to try and put some distance between them. "Now i cant be just giving rides out to every pretty girl who asks me now can i when i dont even know their names"
9:06 PM [Rose] ~With his helmet off she got her first good look at him, her vision in the darkness even better than that in the light, and she recognized the violet shade of his eyes, so similar to Isa’s, and the pale gray tone of his face-framing hair. His naturally fair skin might have made him a vampire had it not been for the heart beating inside him and if she breathed deep she could scent the blood pumping through his veins. She’s eaten a few hours before and wasn’t ravenous, so she was able to hide the visible signs of hunger. Her laugh in response to the comment about his age was soft and sultry and her intense gaze shamelessly took him in, including the bike that purred quietly under him.~ I’ve met a number of frat boys. Many of them spend enough time drinking and partying that they get to retake their entire class load for every semester a few times each. Nothing surprises me. One thing I am sure of is that you’re younger than me which is all I need to know. ~She flashed a coy smile and tilted her head, coiling a golden curl around her index finger absently. Her vivid green gaze shifted to Isa who’d joined the group and dived right in, but it was so nice to see her sister having fun that it was a welcome sight. They’d been sharing all of their lives and she would be happy to share an appetizer with her, though perhaps this time she’d talk Isa into wearing a bib. Or a raincoat. They’d have to burn the last clothes she wore while feeding. That much blood didn’t come out. She watched the scene play out and saw the biker’s phone vanish into a bush. Her smile widened and she stood across from Isabella, keeping the man on the bike between them. With her sister keeping him busy, a delicate hand would move over the bike as if admiring it and she leaned in, her hair curtaining what her hand was about to keep him from seeing as she suddenly pulled the key from the ignition. He’d likely notice when the bike turned off, so she would take a step back, her arms behind her and a playful smile curving her full lips. This time her fangs were visible and she did nothing to conceal them. She dangled the keys for Isa to see and winked at him.~ Lucky man. She wants a ride. That said, she never said you had to go on it with her…Perhaps not so lucky after all.
9:34 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *Her interest was piqued as he mentioned what a cruel joke it would be if they were indeed kin. Arching a slender dark brow, she gnawed on her bottom lip absently as she studied him further while he spoke. Strange little one… she thought, shooting a look over at Rose who was quickly removing the key from the ignition just as the man was asking for her name. Throwing back her dark head to laugh up at the stars, Isabella’s eyes were vast, endless pools of indigo scattered with a thousand points of bright light reflected in their dark depths as her arms stretched out either side of her in a sign of reckless of abandon. ~What are names but titles that bind?~ she quipped, before spinning around and around, her eyes fixed on the stars above. Her previous kill had more than satisfied her bloodlust and hunger this eve and she felt rather content to just enjoy the moment. The stars sparked their usual magic within her and when she finally stopped spinning and came to a stop, she had moved slightly to the left and away from the bike. Rose was now closer to the man who, if she squinted, kind of looked like Jax Teller leaning against his gorgeous bike. Mentally programming herself not to miss the next episode of her favourite show, Isabella simultaneously snorted in derision at herself for being so pathetically “human”. The institution had done nothing to cure her, or even attempt to slow down the effects of the wolf bite. If anything, they had seemed only curious as to seeing what impact it would have on a previously strong, healthy vampire. While Isabella hated those lab coats more than anything else in the entire universe, she too shared their curiosity as to what would happen next as the venom from the bite took full effect on her body. Making up her mind then and there to never return to the compound, Isabella wrapped her arms tightly around her lithe frame and looked over at “Jax”. ~Bobby and the boys coming?~ she called, as she leant against a nearby lamp, crossing her boot clad feet at the ankles. <c>
9:34 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] With her dark, glossy hair and pale, porcelain skin almost hidden by her powder blue cashmere sweater and skin tight jeans, Isabella looked warm and fuzzy and anything but the sadistic killer she truly was as her eyes fell upon her sister. Rose was dangling the keys to the bike before the man and Isabella jumped up and down on the spot as she laughed and clapped her hands. ~Nice one Rose.. dinner AND a show! Bravo!! I always wanted a bike like that.~ * <d>
9:54 PM [davoren] To anyone else it would have been to much, his bike practically stolen, his phone tossed and these to vampires playing with him but just smiled and moved a hand to the side of his bike and pressing a button beside the seat a metalic clunck sounded and a small glowing ball of what looked like green glass was ejected from the bikes fuel port. "Well ive your going to steal a guys ride make sure its got a fuel supply." Smiling again he kicked the stand down and left the bike. "If your thinking of a snack id rather it wasnt me, i very much doubt youd be able to stomach it im not exactly your run of the mill human. The names Davoren just so you know." Moving with predenatural speed he attempts to move around to Rose and retreave his keys.
10:17 PM [Rose] ~She didn’t dare take her eyes too long off their prey, but Isa seemed to be experiencing an episode of some sort and it was hard to look away. The bite had changed her, as had all the treatments they’d tried to contain the damage, but every now and then she acted so strangely Rose wondered if she’d ever get Isa back fully. Not that she wasn’t fun to play with no, she just didn’t always seem to be there. Who Bobby and the boys were was beyond her and she glanced at the biker to see if he knew what she was talking about. She had no reason to think Isa knew the man, but from the way she spoke to him she was starting to wonder. She saw the man’s hand shift, her keen eyes having kept locked on him for any movement that would produce a weapon. The clunk of metal sounded and her gaze turned briefly to the area from which the noise had come from. On guard from the instant he stood, she was ready for his attempt to go for his keys and she darted like lightning out of his range, twirling away gracefully, drawing back her arm and heaving his keys with all of her strength. They sailed the length of the parking lot and vanished into a stream running along the edge of a wooded area. Turning back, a fanged grin on her pretty face, she shrugged.~ Oops. Butterfingers.
10:28 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *Laughing, Isabella let out a long wolf whistle and fist pumped the air above her. ~Really Rose! You must get those fingers of yours looked at by a qualified medical professional! ~ Feigning an apologetic smile, Isabella shrugged and moved closer to the pair. ~So sorry Devereux.. Dartanyan… whatever the hell your name was.. my sister is well known for those butterfingers of hers. So… buttery…. Vanilla… mmmmm ~ Smiling prettily at her sister, she batted her lashes as her pupils visibly dilated. ~I wasn’t lying about wanting a ride ya know? I thought you got me a present! Won’t work without a stupid key!~ In a second Rose was at the stream, wading thigh high in the gurgling water, the man and the carpark behind her all but forgotten as she searched for the key…. To something. She had forgotten what the key was for and now her head was starting to hurt. The cool water soaking through her jeans was a welcome relief to her hot, flushed body and she quickly decided to forego any search in favour of a swim. Diving under the shallow waves, Isabella quickly leapt up and peeled off her soggy sweater and jeans. Devoid of a bra and panties, she giggled as a sound beside the stream caught her attention and she looked over at Rose with a grin. ~Boys!!!~ she squealed and lunged out of the stream at them. The sound of a man yelling ~What the….?!~ was cut off as another yelled ~Holy shit!~ and then there was silence. The only sound in the carpark was a slight humming sound that at first was difficult to determine but soon became obvious as the deep, low rumble of a contented animal purring. *
10:36 PM [davoren] (gah cant even think of an exit for dav im so tired lets just say he pervs on isa then leaves wishing them a good night for a long walk home lol)
by Moridanu on Sat Apr 05, 2014 10:54 am
*The ground seemed to shift unevenly beneath her feet as she ran through the thick, dense forest. A smile creased the corners of her full lips as she ran, the damp earth feeling heavenly between her toes as she leapt lightly over gnarled, twisted roots that threatened to trip her up with each new step she took; expertly manoeuvring through the thick forest of long, sharp branches that stretched out to tear at her skin as she exhaled loudly and picked up the pace. Foliage of various shades of green and gold blended together as she ran so fast, she left a gust of wind in her wake. With her heart pounding in her chest and her breath coming in deep, even inhalations, Isabella had never felt so alive. Her feet were moving so fast they were a blur against the earth and she fell quickly into the zone that only other born runners understand. Everything else disappeared apart from her heartbeat pounding in her ears and her breathing falling into that even pattern of in - in – out, in – in – out, as she slowed down enough to match her pace with her beating heart. She ran for miles, a dark blur against the golden green in her black drawstring pants and matching singlet until the agonising sight of the mesh chain link fence appeared in the distance. Seeing that fence was like a stab in the heart, causing her to physically bend over and interrupt her breathing pattern. Immediately she began gasping for breath and had to stop jogging completely, her hands on her hips as she walked, breathing deeply and willing her heartbeat to slow down. The shock of even HAVING a heartbeat was still something that caused her to forget the hard work she had put in over the past six months at the Compound and made her want to kill everyone and everything in sight. It had been a rollercoaster of fear, hunger, rage and agony, but she had made it. She had even made such good progress that her trainer had agreed to release her for an afternoon run after hours of pleading with him and reassuring him she was ready. Once she had stepped foot over that threshold and made her way through the corridor of chain-link fences and on to the forest, Isabella had felt free for the first time in months. It had only been when that horrible perimeter fence had appeared that she realised she was not running free through the forest and in fact remembered where she was – on the edge of the Compound’s hundred acre property. *
*She caught her breath far more quickly than she let on, her violet eyes scanning the perimeter with her peripheral vision as she still walked, slightly hunched and sucking in breath she no longer needed. Straightening up now, she stretched her arms over her head, quickly glancing to take in the sight of the guard’s tower in the far Eastern corner. She already knew that another guards tower was positioned just North of the fenced corridor that led into the main dormitory and she had heard talk in the yard that there were more towers in each corner of each perimeter fence. Her fellow inmates had been hazy when she had asked how many fences there were in total but she knew through her own training sessions outside that there were at least four different perimeter fences, each encompassing the last. Ducking her head just in time to avoid making eye contact with the large guard who stood rather despondently at his post, Isabella continued to play the role of the exhausted jogger by stretching all her limbs and taking turns to fold each leg up and under her ass. Out of the corner of her eye, she scanned both fences on either side of the tower, but if another tower was nearby it remained out of sight. Turning on her heel, Isabella flicked her long jet black ponytail over her shoulder and jogged back into the dense forest.
Her run back to her dorm was far less invigorating as her mind was racing faster than her feet; thoughts, questions and the beginning of a plan to escape tumbled through her harried mind and before she knew it, she was back at the gated corridor. Glancing up at the guard in this tower, she blinked in surprise to see him smile and nod in greeting. Returning the smile with a grimace of her own, Isabella walked slowly through the large gate that led through to the corridor. As the gate slammed shut behind her, she slowed her pace even further as the large and rather oppressive building loomed ahead. This place had been her saviour in the beginning and she shuddered to think what would have happened if Rose hadn’t brought her here, but now…. Now it felt more like what it actually was – her prison. Her lessons and training sessions had been going well and there hadn’t been any deaths in over a month. Well.. there was that janitor… but nobody had found the body yet so Isabella figured it didn’t count. She knew she wasn’t 100 percent ready to live out in the real world and that she still had a lot more to learn about her “condition” as they kept calling it, but Isabella also knew that if she stayed here much longer she was in danger of becoming just another lab rat for those annoying pricks in white coats. Almost as if she had summoned one by thought alone, the heavy front door opened to reveal Dr. Alistair framed in the doorway. She noted his relieved expression to see her return so quickly and in one piece before he stepped inside to allow her to pass. ~How was your run Isabella? I trust you ran as far as you could?~ Refusing to even acknowledge the asshole who has fed her mice to eat in her first week here, Isabell fixed her usual look of pissed off indignation upon her beautiful face as she breezed past him and continued down the soft lime green hall. Passing Dontaye’s cell, she paused briefly and considering going in to tell him her latest suspicions but as the front door clicked shut behind her, she glanced back to see Dr. Alistair watching her intently. Rolling her violet eyes to the ceiling, she huffed slightly in frustration before heading down to her own cell at the end of the hall. The minute she entered, she could smell that someone else had been in her room. Purple eyes scanned the interior of the small, cramped room, searching for the latest bug and camera they had tried to install in here. She located both within minutes and had great delight in flushing both down the small toilet which was hidden behind a cupboard at the back of the room. Her joy was shortlived however when her stomach growled and she realised how long it had been since she had last fed. As her breath came in short, jagged gasps, Isabella’s eyes began to burn a deep feral golden colour as her long dark nails grew even longer despite her digging them into the rich wood of her cupboard as she held onto it tightly, willing the craving to pass. Her mouth went dry as her canines elongated, causing her to close her eyes tightly and bite down hard on her bottom lip. It was only when her sharp fangs pierced the soft flesh of her lip and dark blood began to drip down her almost porcelain like chin that she was able to get herself under control. Glancing at the clock that hung above the door, she saw that it was almost 6pm. Almost on cue, there was a single knock and then a large blood bag of 0 positive was shoved through the small hole at the base of her door. Falling onto the bag, she quickly ripped open the valve and raised it to her mouth, drinking greedily from the rapidly depleting bag of precious blood.
Her sustenance was gone far too soon and she threw the empty bag across the room in frustration. Who the hell were THEY to think that she could live on six blood bags a day?! She was a vampire queen for fucks sake! Well.. at least.. she HAD been. And now with her “condition” she should be more feared than ever before. Yet here she was, living on rations behind locked doors and guarded fences, performing tricks for dickheads in white coats with sharp needles. Deciding to let out some of her frustration at the gym (and maybe get a little taste of someone at the same time), Isabella approached her door just in time to hear the key turn in the lock.
~No!~she shouted, rushing forward to pound on the thick, reinforced door. ~Curfew.~ Came the short, mechanical response. ~Bullshit!~ she yelled. ~It’s only 6pm!~ Silence ensued. ~OI!!~ she screamed, pounding on the door. ~Let me out you piece of shit!~ After minutes of fruitless pounding and screaming, Isabella backed off and threw herself onto her narrow bed, crying in frustration. Sobbing into her pillow, Isabella sent out a mental message to Rose, telling her to come and let her out. ~Please Rose..~ she sobbed quietly, over and over again. ~Let me out..~ *
Re: Isabella's Lament
by Moridanu on Tue Apr 08, 2014 10:48 am
( A huuuge thanks to my beautiful girl Poe for playing with me for a few hours today: )
8:54 AM [Rose] ~Having arrived at the compound while Isa was out for her run, drawn there earlier by keen instincts she'd have been unwise to ignore, she swept restlessly through he halls as though she owned the place and everyone in it. Radiating such a naturally commanding air the staff. human or otherwise,inclined their heads and scampered out of her way, murmuring nervous greetings and apologizes if they'd been within a mile of in her way. Though not all those terrified of her were to blame for the recent changes she'd seen transforming the mood of the institute from voluntary research center to a locked down prison ward, she spread the responsibility for it over every last employee and would see them all suffer unimaginable agony if things did not improve soon. In a crinkled rayon dress of deep purple with embroidered bell-sleeves, black tights and knee-high suede boots in the same rich shade as the dress, she looked little like te rest of the staff in their linen scrubs. An ID badge dangled from a coiled red cord which was snapped on to her lab coat, though she spent enough time here and had given enough of the staff reason to fear for their lives that she hardly needed it. The badge provided her access to all of the locked down areas and it was the only reason she wore it, especially given her plans tonight. She sensed Isa's pain through their bond and she clenched her jaw, her fangs extending as her eyes flashed red-tinged black in barely contained fury. She picked up her pace and moved to the hall outside Isa's “cell” with all the seed of a vampire her age, ignoring the people she startled into fleeing or screaming along the way. She let herself into the room, tossed Isa the jacket she'd brought for her and glanced back into the hall to ensure it was clear.~ I have tests yet to do today. We'll need to go out for awhile. Put that on, it's more than just a coat. Say nothing, our time is limited. ~She flashed her sister a mischievous grin, then her pale, <c>
8:55 AM [Rose] pretty face went solemn again as she waited for Isa to pull on the coat. Though Isa wouldn't notice, the coat would change her appearance to all to see her so long as it was zipped. She would take her arm in one hand, a clipboard prop in the other hand and would lead her off the compound, compelling her way right out to her vehicle which was parked along the edge of the woods.~ I hope you're hungry. Keep that on for now. Security to get through yet at the gate. ~Once she was in, she would get them through security easily enough, though a mile away from the gate she pulled over and instructed Isa to stay put. She left the car and was back before the door even had time to close fully, carrying the keys of the vehicle that was tailing them. It was now down in a ditched with a bound and unconscious security guard in the trunk. Back in the vehicle, she slid the keys under her seat and drove towards their destination.~ <d>
*Isabella’s dark hair had become wet from her tears and hung in long, sticky strands over her flushed face when she finally lifted her head and looked back towards the door as the sound of a key in the lock reached her ears. Blinking back the last of the tears, Isabella swung her long legs over the edge of the bed, wincing slightly as her bare feet touched down upon the cold, tiled floor of her cell as she looked up at Rose with a look of utter relief and gratitude. Nodding quickly, she followed Rose’s instructions to the letter, zipping up the jacket and following Rose out of the room. Walking down the long corridor to the front entrance seemed to be a never ending realm of lime green walls, white doors and a long white tile floor that stretched on forever and she expected to be stopped at any time. Somehow they made it out and as she settled herself comfortably against the passenger seat of Rose’s car, she shot her sister an arched brow. ~Some “Rehabilitation clinic for the supernaturally challenged”.. hmmm? More like a freaking prison to me! I highly doubt Benito would have signed me up for this shit had he known I would be a prisoner fed on fucking blood bags!! I’m starving Rose!! I need to hunt.. and soon!!~ The open window of the speeding car provided a cool gust of wind which quickly dried her damp hair and blew her long dark mane behind her as she glanced out and up at the night. Trees arced overhead but she was still able to make out a few random stars peppering the inky indigo sky above. Staring at those stars with the wind blowing through her hair and her beloved sister beside her, Isabella finally felt free. Groaning in protest when Rose brought the car to a stop within minutes of leaving the compound, she soon grinned as Rose continued with the keys of their tail. ~Well played..~ she grinned, before casting her eyes back outside. The wind brought with it a myriad of scents, several of which belonged to live beings. Placing a slender hand against her stomach, Isabella laughed at how loudly it growled. ~Rose.. I need to stop. I need to hunt.. now!~ Doubling over in sudden pain, she yelled ~Holy shit.. that’s one hell of a hunger pain..~ Panting, she looked back over to Rose. ~Please.. stop the car right now!~ Without even waiting for the car to come to a complete stop, Isabella was out of the car and disappearing into the woods. As the thrill of the hunt descended over her like a dark, warm cloak of desire and hunger, Isabella was surprised to hear a deep purring reverberating from within her own chest. Her nails elongated which – truth be known – hurt far worse than she could have ever expected, while every muscle in her legs and torso tightened and stretched as she seemed to grow another two inches. Although she remained upright, she found that she had to resist the urge to walk on all fours which was a sensation that would require some getting used to. Shrugging it off, Isabella focused on her surroundings and immediately sensed several squirrels, two birds, a feral cat and something larger… possibly a mountain lion or something similar. Deciding to go for the larger mammal, Isabella slipped into hunter mode. She had always had good vision as a vampire (particularly at night) but she found that she could now zoom in on her target instantly while naturally calculating the best and quietest way to approach before ripping its throat out. This hunting style was very different from her own of luring the victim to their death but she thought that, in time, she would learn to use this new skill to her advantage. This was the first time she had hunted since the “transition period” had been completed. The lab idiots had fed her live mice and expected her to “hunt them” so they could monitor her brainwaves and physicality for any changes during this phase but without that actual “THRILL”, it could barely be called a hunt. She had almost been as disappointed as the doctors, surprised to find that she had been looking forward to see what effect the wolf side would have had on her hunting abilities. Now, she was finally finding out what it meant to be a hybrid. Every sense was heightened as she locked in on a large cat that seemed to be enough for one meal. Normally repulsed by the desperate action of settling for animal blood over human, Isabella surprised herself by licking her lips and relishing the anticipation of the sweet blood AND pelt. She was poised, ready to attack when her heightened senses revealed the sound of two large bodies approaching. Smelling the air, she turned her head away from the cat and peered deeper into the forest. A large man in red and black flannelette was carrying a large shot gun while a junior version of him was walking beside the man, clad in his own flannelette of green and yellow. A sick grin creased her lips as Isabella’s eyes glowed a deep, feral amber. As the purring turned into a deep growl, Isabella dropped down on all fours to study her quarry more carefully. One ear was tuned to Rose, waiting for her approach before she fed. As hungry as she was, Isabella doubted she could eat them both herself so it was only polite to give Rose the boy. Shifting her attention back to the man, Isabella grinned as she took in the bulging belly and beefy legs. Licking her elongated canines, she glanced back over her shoulder to see where Rose was.*
10:25 AM [Rose] ~She would lead Isa out in stony silence, the frigid mask of irritation enough to send them scattering from out of her way which is precisely what she was aiming for. Quiet and calmer than most of the vampires the staff of the facility was used to, her temper when it came to the treatment of her sister or when anything concerning Isa was done any way other than the one Rose approved had become legendary and built up a healthy fear in those who saw her about in one of her moods. To the people they passed, the charmed coat gave her the appearance and scent of one of the orderly-types who worked on the premises and it would appear that the unfortunate soul had crossed Rose on the wrong day, giving the rest of the lesser help good cause to get the hell out of her way lest they incur her wrath as well. She maintained her silence, keeping up the illusion that the one trailing her was about to get the telling off of their lifetime, until they were in her car and through the security checkpoint. Her gift with compelling was known to those in the family and it worked so well on the two pudgy, bored men manning the exit that as far as they knew, Rose had driven off alone in what appeared to be a hostile mood. They didn't know that she knew a tail sent out to follow her was procedure each time she left and her sudden stop threw the unfortunate man off a step, just long enough for her to race back to the car as little more than a shadowed blur. He never got out a single sound before he was unconscious and bound in the trunk, but at last they were free. She reached over and touched Isa's arm after climbing back in the car with her concern obvious on her face now.~ We're headed towards dinner now. That compound has outlived it's usefulness, I can do more for you alone now than I could there and their motives are not as pure as they led Benito to believe. <c>
10:26 AM [Rose] ~When Isa suddenly launched herself from the car with a growl, Rose pulled the car into a cluster of trees so it wouldn't be visible from the road and followed her sister with the natural silent grace of a vampire, while maintaining the calm that had always been part of her personality and was a sharp contrast to the wild nature Isa had developed since the change. Without a sound she appeared beside Isa, her voice soft and comforting in her sister's ear.~ Take your pick, sister. It has been too long. I will take the other. ~Rose's eyes, now fully black, lacked the red tinge that generally came with the change in order to keep herself hidden from their sight. They were aware of Isa's presence, but would get the very ugly surprise of meeting her sister when they least expected it. She wanted Isa to get off some of the extra energy that had been building from being contained and whether the institute under it or not, hunting was the best way to keep her healthy and happy.~
9:58 PM [Isabella Senfetti] *A knowing smile was bestowed upon her sister, before the grin slipped from her lips as they turned into a snarl while she focused on her prey. The eldest of the flannelette clad duo was also the fattest, and Isabella baulked slightly as she heard her starving stomach emit an almost deafening rumble at the thought of ripping through all that flesh. On all fours and with her pert ass lifted high in the air as her extended limbs quickly grew accostumed to supporting her weight in this position, Isabella began to creep forward, her glowing amber eyes locked on her target. As she grew closer, she could hear the pudgy son complaining about the trek while the fat father clapped a meaty hand on his son’s shoulder and told him “The trek is part of the hunt.. how can you expect to kill your prey if you aren’t prepared to stalk it?” Chuckling softly, Isabella purred ~What wise words for a fat little piggy..~ as she revealed her presence by stepping out of the shadows and into the clearing where the men stood. The son let out a shriek that sounded embarrassingly like a young girls at the sight of the strange woman, crouched on all fours with glowing, feral eyes. ~Run little piggy..~ she called, taking great delight when he turned and did just that. ~He’s all yours Rooooooossseee…~ she sung, before lowering her head and grinning at the man. ~Heeeeeerrre little piggy!~ She began to fall into her old pattern of stalking and taunting her prey but the blood lust quickly became too great and she was upon her victim in seconds. Tearing out his jugular, she drank deeply; toes curling in ecstasy as the warm blood trickled down her chin. Before she knew what was happening, her long claws began to tear at the body, quickly removing the disgusting flannelette to rip large chunks of flesh from the body. Once he was completely drained of blood, she turned her bloody mouth to his chunky torso, biting off manageable chunks and purring deeply as she settled down over her kill. Hearing a twig snap behind her, she uttered <c>
9:58 PM [Isabella Senfetti] a feral growl as she shifted her body more possessively over the body, blood and entrails quickly staining the coat Rose had given her. Silence descended quickly over the forest as Isabella lay and enjoyed the best meal she had had in years. By the time Rose would return, she would find Isabella laying atop a carcass that had been almost stripped to the bone. *
10:13 PM [Rose] ~She watched with fascination as Isa assumed the form of her new hunting style, still finding it hard to believe she could know a woman that long and be relearning everything about her. Whoever her sister became, they were sisters for life, so she would get to know the changes as well as she had the “Old Isa”. The longer she spent in that hellhole, the less she believed in a full cure, though she didn't break that unhappy news to Isa. On her own she was perfecting better treatments for the condition, but some changes were likely going to be permanent so long as she kept Isa alive through them. She smiled at Isa's delight, letting her have her fun in her own way and hanging back until she was needed. She stayed cloaked to the pair even after Isa had announced herself, smiling and rolling her black eyes in amusement as her sister called to her. She was on the boy in an instant, crushing his windpipe to spare her any noise while she pinned him to a tree and fed neatly. She stepped back from the boy when she was finished, letting him crumple to the ground at her booted feet and smoothed her dress. She'd saved some in case Isa wasn't full, but she winced when she saw what little remained of the body and decided it wasn't likely Isa could stomach any more without tearing her own stomach out.~ You've got a little someone on your...everything. Good thing I brought a back up outfit. Kind of wish I'd also brought a hose...
10:31 PM [Isabella Senfetti] *So engrossed in her meal was she, that it took several moments for Rose’s words to register. Slowly chewing her last mouthful, she sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her equally bloodied hand as she turned to look at her sister. ~Backup.. huh?~ she asked groggily, blinking rapidly to stop the world from looking so strange. Every colour was intensified to a hue that it hurt her eyes and as she struggled to her feet, she felt bones breaking and reforming as her muscles stretched and contracted back to their normal “Isabella” size. Crying out in pain, she dug her bare toes into the earth to ground herself while the transformation completed itself. Another few moments of intense vision, angry sound and horrifying sensations throughout her entire body, Isabella finally stood before Rose with a wry look upon her blood smeared face. ~So… that was interesting..~ she quipped, tossing her dark, blood matted hair over one shoulder and stalking back to the car. Forcing an attempt of bravado, she made several jokes with Rose; trying to keep the mood light so they didn’t discuss what had just happened. She couldn’t bring herself to turn around and glance over her shoulder at the sight she left behind. The vampire inside of her, whilst normally enraptured with any form of bloodletting or torture, actually found the whole thing rather gruesome and as she thought of the entrails she had gobbled up like sausages she even found her full stomach start to heave. Reaching the car, she looked at her sister over the roof of the vehicle with a look of utter disgust. ~What the fuck have I become Rose?~ she asked despairingly, before climbing into the passenger seat and slamming the door shut behind her. ~I need a drink.. actually I need a lot to drink to erase that sight from my vision… I heard the guards talking about a tavern not far from here.. they said it’s more of a “Creep and weirdo” kind of place than their preferred watering hole, so it sounds like just the place for us…. Further down this road
10:32 PM [Isabella Senfetti] I think.. ~ Glancing at herself in the side mirror, she grimaced. ~Ohhh.. I see what you mean.. I look terrible! … you said something about a backup outfit?~ Grinning at her sister hopefully, she arched a slender brow in her direction. ~… and something about a hose?~ *
10:52 PM [Rose] ~She stood patiently waiting for Isa's body to shift back, cringing at the sound of her bones breaking even when she knew they would heal quickly. That didn't stop it from hurting and she found her own skeleton radiating sympathy pain. She was by her side in an instant to help her to her feet, ignoring the blood and gore on her as she steadied her gently and moved with her back to the car. She let Isa guide the conversation, letting her talk about what best suited her and joking as needed. She kept her concern off her face and out of her voice, finding a cheerful tone that she didn't completely have to fake. They hadn't been hunting in ages together and regardless of the method, a hunt was a hunt was a hunt. Everyone was full, at least. If Isa could ever eat again it would be a miracle. At the car she sensed Isa's dilemma and met her gaze over the roof, offering an honest, if one-armed, shrug.~ What the fuck are any of us? You're Isa. A little different than we remember, but it's not forever and we can live with it. Point is you ate. Drinking sounds hellishly wonderful. I'm in. But we're going to have to get you changed or we're going to attract all the wrong kinds of creeps and weirdos. ~She went around to the back and came out with some wet naps, a bottle of water, a towel and a fresh outfit.~ Regretting the lack of a hose, but it'll do. Maybe we could dump the water over your head? If that doesn't work, I'm finding a lake and throwing you in and you'll like it, because you look even crazier than normal. And as I know you quite well, that's saying something.
11:18 PM [Isabella Senfetti] *Climbing out of her seat, she obediently followed her sister around to the back of the car where she was promptly presented with wet naps, a towel, some water and a new outfit. ~ You never cease to amaze me Rose..~ she murmured, tipping the water over her dark head just as Rose suggested it. Using the wet naps to clean up most of the blood and gore off her face, she quickly shrugged out of the blood soaked coat and glanced down in wonder to see her black sweat pants and singlet were relatively gore free down to her knees where the coat had covered her. Unfortunately from the knees down, not so much. ~Yuck..~ she groaned, wrinkling her perfectly pert nose as she wriggled out of her sweats and panties. Of course she didn’t really need to remove her underwear at all, but she was Isabella. The minute the cool night air hit her bare ass, Isabella laughed and whipped off her singlet and bra. Standing naked in the moonlight, half clean and half gore covered she grinned at Rose. ~ A dip in the lake sounds brilliant! Meet you there!~ And with a maniacal laugh, the naked vampire took off and raced through the forest. She was unaware of dropping to all fours and running like a wolf over gnarled tree roots and moss covered rocks, and it was only when she reached the lake that she finally stood upright, stretching her long arms overhead and grinning up at the moon. ~Fuck, I feel fantastic!!!~ she yelled to the neighbouring mountains, barely able to refrain from letting out a howl. Running down the shore, she dived into the freezing water and swam all the way to the bottom of the lake. Taking a moment to marvel at the sight of the moonlight shining through the otherwise murky water, Isabella’s dark head finally broke the surface in time to see Rose arrive with her towel and outfit. Slicking her long dark hair back off her face, Isabella Rose and walked out of the lake, tiny beads of water dripping off her flawless body that seemed to glow in the moonlight. Grinning at Rose, she took the offered towel and dried off <c>
11:18 PM [Isabella Senfetti] before dressing quickly in the skin tight jeans and baby blue cashmere sweater that clung to her damp body like a fuzzy blanket. ~You never cease to amaze me dearest Rose..~ Glancing down at herself, she beamed. ~Just what I would’ve picked.. don’t suppose you have …boo..?~ she trailed off and grinned as she saw a pair of black patent leather boots in Rose’s left hand. ~You are a fucking legend, you know that?!~ With violet eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed from the recent kill and bracingly cold water, Isabella shook out her long dark locks and linked her arm in Rose’s. ~The tavern is just open over that hill. Let’s get a drink!~ *
11:45 PM [Rose] ~More used to Isa's nonexistent modesty than perhaps anyone, she didn't even acknowledge the sight of her sister stripping in the moonlight as out of the ordinary. Just part of the fun that was Isa. She looked in distaste at the stained clothes and kicked a bit of dirt at them.~ We'll be leaving those. I've seen more of that man than I ever cared to and I don't need any him around in the car to remind me. ~She blinked in surprise at Isa's unexpected response to her joke about the lake and before she could stop her, the nude woman was tearing off into the darkness.~ And she's streaking. So much for needing a drink. It's already a party. ~Rolling her now green eyes skyward with a sigh, she closed the trunk and jumped into the car to follow her lunatic sister through parts unknown to the lake. She had a very vague idea of the area from this part of the road and took a few off-road shortcuts, finding her way with stubborn determination and the growing need for her own drink. She exited the car with a towel over her arm and the outfit under her arm, the boots clutched in her hand.~ Your towel, m'lady. You're looking refreshed. ~She smirked at the comment and tossed her currently gold curls back over her shoulder gracefully.~ Yes, I'm a wonder. I know. I never cease to amaze anyone. I'll be even more amazing after a drink, promise. Now that you look more hot babe than psychotic killer, I believe you promised me alcohol. Shall we? The answer you're looking for is yes and if it isn't, so help me Isa, I'll take you back and it'll be nothing but bagged blood for a month. ~She grinned at the reply.~ That's precisely what I wanted to hear.
12:01 AM [Isabella Senfetti] *Rose’s dry wit never failed to amuse Isabella, and tonight was no exception. A throaty laugh bubbled forth as she half dragged Rose up the hill towards the tavern. ~Remember this place? We came here to watch that meteor shower… it was so beautiful.~ Leading Rose to the very place in the garden in which they had laid and watched the sky explode, Isabella grew somber as the mood of that moment so long ago, quickly descended upon her. Thoughts of Benito crept into the dark edge of her mind and she quickly shook her head back and forth to force him from her head, her long dark hair whipping around and almost striking Rose beside her. It was only the noise coming from the trio near the tavern that snapped her out of her mood. Arching a slender brow at Rose, she let go of her sister’s arm and stalked over to where what appeared to be two women standing on the porch. A hooded man was shouting and growling at the women as Isabella approached and she offered the hooded being a grin before looking up to the women. Quickly ascertaining that the “women” were perfectly capable of handling this situation, Isabella offered the hooded man a mock salute before breezing past him. ~Now now, children.. play nice and I will buy you all a drink!~ Skipping up the stairs, she pulled open the heavy wooden door and after waiting for Rose to join her, slipped inside. Dancing over the bar, Isabella marveled at how fantastic she felt. ~Remind me to eat fat flannelette piggies more often Rose… they definitely agree with me! What shall we drink? Something….~ her eyes raked over the many bottles on display behind the bar. ~…. Exotic…~ *
12:20 AM [Rose] ~She did indeed remember this place and she nodded slowly, recognizing the exact spot she'd thrown half of her supplies. If she breathed deep she could still kind of smell the herbal mixtures she'd thrown to the ground in a temper. Noting Isa's mood dipping, she nudged her with her elbow just as the chaos on the porch caught her sister's fruit-fly-like attention. Abandoned as she went on ahead, she hung back to watch from further away. Isa had always been more curious about the world than her and that had only gotten ten times worse since her condition shifted her personality to even more of a go-getter. Rose wanted to be firmly out of any situation that wasn't drinking heavily. She arched an eyebrow as Isa breezed through the trio, offering to buy them all drinks if they behaved. She swept after her, a quick flash of purple that caught up to Isa quickly at the tavern's entrance.~ You mean I'll buy them all drinks, don't you? Unless you're wearing some money under those clothes I just gave you. No? I didn't think I saw any while you were streaking towards the lake. ~She vanished inside having given the hooded man no more attention than she did the two women he was engaged with. Not her issue. Isa may charge in, but as far as she was concerned she wanted a bottle of her favorite red wine and a quiet corner to enjoy it. She'd already saved one person tonight and so far that had turned into quite an ordeal. She wasn't saving anyone else.~ You know me. I'm not all that exotic. I'll take my usual. And you'll get it, since I did all this nice stuff for you that I'm too polite to list.
[Grrr. Lost part of one.]
[Isabella]….grabbed Rose’s arm, her eyes shining with excitement. ~Let’s go and mess with those guards at the compound! The way I feel I could jump up to their guard tower in a single bound and rip their throats open before they had time to scratch their ass! ~Giggling like a giddy school girl, she tugged on Rose’s sleeve. ~Let’s go!~ Without waiting for an answer, she kicked back her chair and leapt to her feet, tearing out of the tavern and racing out into the night. *
12:39 AM [Rose] ~She eyed the bottle skeptically, noting it wasn't her kind or her year, but it wasn't a bad kind or year, so it would do. She'd only just gotten it uncorked when Isa put five shots of Bourbon away and was instantly intoxicated from the glassy look to her eyes. She'd only just tipped the wine to her glass when her sister spouted off about terrorizing the guards at the Park, then sprang to her feet in a loud clatter of wood on wood and tore out of the tavern. She stared after her, the bottle still mid-pour.~ I'm in Hell. It's come to Earth and it's found me. I hate her. I don't say it enough Isa, but I hate you. ~Springing to her feet, her eyes narrowed to slits and her face dark with that hate, she snatched the bottle up at the neck and swept after her, taking a hit right off the bottle as she stormed remarkably lightly across the porch and back down the steps.~ I will hold you down while they tranq you. I swear I will. I will hold you down and tranq you for this. Do all werewolves have ADD or just mine? ~Gritting her teeth so hard they ached, she wandered back in the direction of the car in no particular hurry. If someone else found her first and sedated her, she may actually come out of it in better shape than if Rose herself for her hands around that hyper-active lunatic's neck.~
Re: Isabella's Lament
by Hex on Mon Sep 29, 2014 3:52 pm
5:57 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *When Rose eventually emerged from the tavern, she would find Isabella leaning against the car, long jean-clad legs crossed at the ankle and picking lint off her blue cashmere sweater. Looking up as she heard her sister arrive, she grinned and flashed her indigo eyes at Rose. ~About time! Hurry Rose, I want to go and rip the head off at least one of the guards before this buzz wears off. I was gonna just run there myself but for some reason my heads nearly as fuzzy as this sweater and I got all disorientated during my run to the lake.~ She grinned and held up her hands as she saw the look her sister was giving her. ~Oi, what’s eating you? Or should I say who? Has ANYONE been… ya know.. “looking after you”… while I’ve been inside? Maybe that’s why you look so cranky, hmmm? Haven’t seen any action for a while? ~ The incessant chatter went on as Rose finally unlocked the car so she could get inside. Settling herself in her passenger’s seat, Isabella continued once Rose started the car. ~I haven’t had any action since Benito dumped me in that hell hole! One of the guards took a shine to me and tried to have his way one night. He still limps, but I’m surprised he still comes back to work every day. Fair enough, he swapped my cell with a skinny bitch with pink hair who would rather have phone sex with her boyfriend called Sven than check in on me…but still, man’s got balls… well.. only one now..~ Finally pausing for breath, Isabella reached over to grab Rose by the arm. ~Say… they must have one of those places… you know… where stupid men go for a screw… whatdoyacallit… a whore house!!! Yes! They must have whore houses for men right? I mean.. full of men ready to screw? Let’s go get you one of those! Hell, lets get ME one of those!~ Her heart panged in guilt as Benito’s handsome face swam before her and she almost ripped her own eyeballs out of her face to make it disappear. Falling silent, Isabella gazed out the window, allowing her tears to fall silently and secretly as she waited for her sisters response*
6:19 PM [Rose] ~Descending the front steps so lightly someone sitting on the porch wouldn’t even hear her cross, her emerald gaze found Isa lounging restlessly against the car and she had to smile. The changes in her were not so much changes as a heightening of her natural personality traits and Isa had been a whirlwind drug trip as long as she’d known her. If nothing else, it kept Rose busy. Busier now that she was out. The wild pile of golden curls contained atop her head were escaping their clip, allowing several to frame her face while the rest began to tip bit by bit to the side. As Isabella’s chatter turned to getting laid and male whore houses, she smirked and rolled her eyes skyward as she hunted for the patience to keep up with her hyperactive sister. Unlocking the car, she gave her door a harder yank that it needed and came very close to tearing it off. When she released it, the imprint of remarkably delicate fingers was crushed into the metal.~ Get in, you. We’ll find you something to kill. It’ll make us both feel better. My sexlife is just fine. I just seem to have higher standards than you. So high that most men cannot live up to them. ~Dropping into the driver’s seat, she managed to get the ailing door shut with an extra hard pull that echoed around the tavern. Once Isa was belted in, a rule she insisted on to prevent Isa from crawling all over the car to get into things, she exited the parking lot a more normal way than she’d entered it.~ I don’t think they make houses for precisely what you’re looking for. I believe the term for a male whore is “jiggalo”. There’s also clubs where beautiful gay men dance mostly naked while pretending to be straight, though they’re never any fun to drink as they’re all full of steroids. That first plan of yours, the guard killing…any killing… much easier.
6:39 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *~”Jiggalo..~ Isabella rolled the word around her tongue, marvelling at the sound. ~That’s what they used to call Benito before I met him. Everyone said he was this big shot European playboy… a jiggalo. That all changed when he met me of course…~ As it always did, the subject of Benito had a strange effect on her and Isabella found herself quietening down. When Rose nixed the idea of going to find a jiggalo in favour of hunting and killing a guard as she had first suggested, Isabella merely shrugged and murmured ~k…~ before turning her dark head to look back out the window. She had had no word from Benito in almost five weeks. His last email had said he was making progress in Africa and that he was travelling to the Amazon to continue working with a Shaman on a cure for the werewolf bite. He had told her about a bunch of developers who were trying to steal the ground out from under certain tribes who didn’t speak any English and had therefore employed Benito to be their translator. It had been easy to read between the lines to see Benito’s excitement at being back in the midst of a hostile takeover of sorts and she wasn’t surprised to see the cure take a back seat as the rest of the email had waffled on about the delights and terrors of the jungle. He had closed by saying he would call her on Friday for their weekly phone chat and she planned on telling him to get her the fuck out of the hell hole he had dumped her in, but Friday came and went with no phone call. She had emailed him during her IT time but had received no response. Fearing the worst, Isabella had sent one of Benito’s boys to find out where he was but apart from a few progress reports of his own trip, he had nothing to report on his boss so far. Frustrated, scared and trying to ignore the deep, painful pangs in her heart, it took a few minutes for her to realise Rose had turned off the main road and was now heading down a long, dark road. ~This isn’t the way to the guard stations…~ she muttered quietly. ~They are peppered <c>
6:40 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] around the edge of the compound.. near the fence.. I thought you knew…~ She trailed off as her violet eyes absorbed the sight in front of her. The long road was now fully illuminated in vintage style street lamps which cast everything in a soft yellow glow. Isabella’s heightened gaze could make out posters for pie drives, bake sales, glee club and a Capella try outs. Continuing down the long road, Rose pulled into the first carpark and Isabella grinned as she saw the sign in front of them: Alpha Beta Gama. Turning to her sister, Isabella laughed. ~Not exactly a male whorehouse but I see the resemblance. Lots of boys to screw and kill I’m sure. Nice choice!~ Exiting the vehicle, Isabella took a long deep breath, inhaling all the delicious scents of this new hunting ground. Licking her lips, she leaned against the car and grinned over the roof of it as Rose emerged on the other side. ~I always wanted to get a college education…~*
7:17 PM [davoren] Weaving in and out if the nights traffic he grined to himself as the air whipped past him as he sped down the roads. finding himself further away from where he had intended to be having missed a turn time miles back he shrugged to himself and continues on. roaring onwards he passes several signs for diners and turned of the sliproad and continued onwards. it wasnt long before he returned to a more build up area, the houses becoming more prevelant. pulling over to check his cell he sees the car containing to two enter the carpark of a large house and get out. Raising a brow his curiosity getting the better of him he decides to linger a little longer and see what was going on.
7:00 PM [Rose] ~As she knew her sister better than anyone, probably even Isa herself, she reached over and gave her arm a comforting squeeze without taking her eyes off the road when Benito’s name came up again. Her expression turned hard briefly, but she’d abandoned the clip holding it back from her face so it fell in a curtain of gleaming curls to hide it from Isa until she could hide her rage from her sister. The long, slow, excruciating death Benito had waiting for him on his return would be her little secret. She didn’t want to have to fight her way through Isa to get at him and as much as he’d hurt Isa, her sister still carried the torch. The only torch Rose carried would light his sleazy ass on fire. She’d worked in the hellhole Ben had dumped Isa in and their motives were their own, but they had no intention of curing her. He probably knew all along. Hell, they weren’t even treating her. The only treatments administered had been created by Rose’s own hand and given to her sister personally. The rest was just for show to make Isa think they gave a damn and to keep her too uncoordinated to escape them. She wasn’t taking Isa back and though she hadn’t mentioned that, she suspected Isa would like her plan. Either way, she was going to follow it. She smiled to herself as a confused Isa began looking around, trying to figure out where they were. When it finally sank in a full smile curled her lips and she slammed an elbow into her door to get it open so she could climb out.~ These guys will hump anything even remotely female. When they get a load of us we’ll be fending them off with sticks. Not very often they get a piece of ass as perfect as yours. ~Raking her long, slender fingers through her hair, she gave it a bit of a toss to smooth out and organize the curls that fell nearly to her waist and grinned at her sister over the car, her fangs gleaming in the harsh yellow light of the street lamps.~ If we take our time and drain every last oe of them, we might get half of one. Keep in mind that frat houses are usually the drunk, unedicated ones. Either way, they have the right equipment for what you’re craving and afterwards they’ll make a fine meal. Could you ask for more? <d>
7:46 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *Nodding absently at her sister, Isabella heard and processed Rose’s words while her violet eyes scanned the soft shadows of the dimly lit campus. Large aluminium encrusted lamps; those that most of these college kids referred to as the “white lights”, were placed at seemingly strategic places to ward off the shadows and prevent the encroaching darkness from bringing with it opportunities of nasty high jinx and depravity, though these lamps were few and far between. The resulting ambience was deep pools of shadow, bright beacons of light and a myriad of dark pathways and empty halls. For a college campus, the area was surprisingly quiet and devoid of life, at least at first glance. Tilting her head to the right, Isabella tuned in her hearing and automatically began to search for any frequency she could hear. Within seconds the unmistakable riff of a Jimmy Hendrix classic reverberated within her eardrum and she turned to face the direction of the music. Above the music, she could hear a multitude of heartbeats; smell the pungent aroma of young, horny adults sweating and grinding up against each other as the blood rushed through their veins; the sound of the pounding blood almost deafening Isabella as she reigned her senses in and turned back to Rose. ~There’s a party in the next block.. a big one…. ~ Her gaze shifted back to the dorm building in front of them. It was dark in all the windows apart from two, where a bright white light shone, courtesy of the standard fluorescent lamp that came attached to the desk of any dorm room. Isabella heard only three heartbeats in the building, and judging by the ragged pace of two of them, it was clear that they had one couple and a single… probably some nerd not invited to the party who decided to stay home and study to keep her scholarship or some other trivial bullshit. It didn’t matter who or why they were here, it just mattered that they were. She heard another heartbeat behind her and turned around to see a rather nice looking bike parked on the other <c>
7:47 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] side of the car park. Locked up in her stupid cell, Isabella had been saved from insanity by the ability to watch cable and she had quickly succumbed to the seduction of a well written and brilliantly acted television show that featured a motorcycle club called the Sons of Anarchy. Admiring the bike, Isabella then shifted her attention to its rider. He was close enough to smell and he smelled delicious. Glancing over to see if Rose had noticed him, she drawled ~What ‘ave we here then?~* <d>
8:14 PM [Rose] ~Not that she cared to look nice for the horny, young frat boys they were about to descend upon and massacre, but because she didn’t get the mail or take a jog looking anything less than her very best, she used the rearview mirror to perfect her golden mane and touch up the minute amount of make-up she wore, which was a faint swipe of blusher on the cheeks to hide her snowy complexion, the exact shade of purple eye-shadow to match her crinkle dress, and a layer of tinted lip gloss. She needed no foundation or any of that other crap human women slathered on to look younger, for she’d died and been reborn as a young woman and would never age a day. She adjusted her breasts to show just enough cleavage in the v-neck of her outfit and smoothed a few bits of grass from her knee-high suede boots that she’d picked up chasing Isa through God only knew where. The young, drunk men inside didn’t even deserve to look upon much less touch her, but if she could find one recently showered and not too hard on the eyes, she might have herself a bit of fun before she ate him. She was sure, if asked, the man would say he’d be happy to die just so long as he got to hit that. Or close to it. She followed Isa’s gaze from the lit windows of the dorm to the bike that pulled in behind them, raising an eyebrow at the strange hour for visitors. She could hear the faint thud of music in the distance and knew there were others inside, but this one had pretty much faceplanted in their laps. If he was going to make it that easy, she saw no reason to eat him first. Yet, anyways. Isa’s recent appetite didn’t include being picky about what she put in her mouth, but she’d chased down one drunk, sweaty, boar of a man tonight and one was enough. She’d had to gargle six times to get the taste of him out of her mouth. With an absent shrug, she brushed back the silken waves of her hair and grinned over her shoulder at her sister.~ Would be rude of us not to at least say hi. I like his bike. How do you feel about an appetizer before the main course? Race you… ~Flashing a playful smile at Isa, she sauntered towards the biker with the fluid movement of an experienced runway model. Her green eyes glittered in the yellow light, but she was careful to hide her fangs as she smiled shyly at the man.~ Nice bike. Are you in this fraternity? <d>
8:25 PM [davoren] Watching the two from the other end of the carpark, his bike idling between his legs he smiles to himself and removes his helmet so he can get a better look at the two. with his face revealed the first thing that they would notice about him are the unusual colour of his eyes rather then the normal run of the mill colour that shone a bright almost lilac purple. His skin was paler then normal and his hair was a grey white colour and hung down about his face. Putting his cell away he reached into his jacket for some smokes and lit one then returned the pack to his jacket. Seems he had found something intresting tonight after all. Watching the women exchanges glances at the dorm and over to him and at each other he took a draw on his cigarette and exhaled slowly into the air above him as the two made their way over towards him. The was something off about these two he could read that much for certain but had no idea what so he would be expecting trouble if any arose. seeing them eye his bike he smiled as he eyes took them both in. he wasnt blind and as by no means a celibate so his eyes would be hitting the usual areas of the two of them then shook his head at their question. "Cant say i am ladies just pulled over to check my cell, besides i think im a little old be a fratboy."
8:36 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *Isabella nodded with a smile as the man quipped that he was too old to be a frat boy. ~Age is but a number…~ she purred, marvelling at how alike his eyes were with hers. ~I must say… I have never seen another with eyes the same shade as mine… perhaps you are my long lost brother I never knew I had?!~ she quipped, her own violet eyes flashing as she took a step closer to him. Glancing at the cell in his hand, she tilted her head towards it, her long dark hair tumbling over her shoulder. ~Those things give you cancer…evil… evil things..~ Taking another step, she seemed to glide towards him, her eyes now a deeper, darker shade of purple as they locked on his. It would be minutes before he realised his cell was gone from his hands and by then it had long disappeared into a nearby bush. Taking one final step up to the man so that she was now close enough to kiss him, Isabella offered a deep, throaty chuckle before she whispered in a husky voice ~You smell good enough to eat…~ Her wet, warm tongue flickered out to lick the corner of his lips before she turned to Rose. ~It almost seems too easy… ya know? Like… I feel insulted in a way…~ Laughing like a loon, Isabella glanced up at the full moon above her before turning her feral, golden amber eyes upon the man before her. ~I like your bike..~ she purred, licking her lips and revealing her fangs that glistened in the soft, yellow light. ~I want a ride.~ *
8:50 PM [davoren] Catching sigth of her eyes he raised a brow seeing the similar hue of her eyes but he knew that he she would either be wearing fakes of would be a supernatural unlike himself. "for some reason miss i very much doubt id be your kin. plus it would be a cruel joke if you where." He knew at once his cell as been taken but didnt act on it. he doubted he would have to. As she drew close to him he breathed in her scent and smiled a thin smile. On seeing the fangs he drew back not out of fear but to try and put some distance between them. "Now i cant be just giving rides out to every pretty girl who asks me now can i when i dont even know their names"
9:06 PM [Rose] ~With his helmet off she got her first good look at him, her vision in the darkness even better than that in the light, and she recognized the violet shade of his eyes, so similar to Isa’s, and the pale gray tone of his face-framing hair. His naturally fair skin might have made him a vampire had it not been for the heart beating inside him and if she breathed deep she could scent the blood pumping through his veins. She’s eaten a few hours before and wasn’t ravenous, so she was able to hide the visible signs of hunger. Her laugh in response to the comment about his age was soft and sultry and her intense gaze shamelessly took him in, including the bike that purred quietly under him.~ I’ve met a number of frat boys. Many of them spend enough time drinking and partying that they get to retake their entire class load for every semester a few times each. Nothing surprises me. One thing I am sure of is that you’re younger than me which is all I need to know. ~She flashed a coy smile and tilted her head, coiling a golden curl around her index finger absently. Her vivid green gaze shifted to Isa who’d joined the group and dived right in, but it was so nice to see her sister having fun that it was a welcome sight. They’d been sharing all of their lives and she would be happy to share an appetizer with her, though perhaps this time she’d talk Isa into wearing a bib. Or a raincoat. They’d have to burn the last clothes she wore while feeding. That much blood didn’t come out. She watched the scene play out and saw the biker’s phone vanish into a bush. Her smile widened and she stood across from Isabella, keeping the man on the bike between them. With her sister keeping him busy, a delicate hand would move over the bike as if admiring it and she leaned in, her hair curtaining what her hand was about to keep him from seeing as she suddenly pulled the key from the ignition. He’d likely notice when the bike turned off, so she would take a step back, her arms behind her and a playful smile curving her full lips. This time her fangs were visible and she did nothing to conceal them. She dangled the keys for Isa to see and winked at him.~ Lucky man. She wants a ride. That said, she never said you had to go on it with her…Perhaps not so lucky after all.
9:34 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *Her interest was piqued as he mentioned what a cruel joke it would be if they were indeed kin. Arching a slender dark brow, she gnawed on her bottom lip absently as she studied him further while he spoke. Strange little one… she thought, shooting a look over at Rose who was quickly removing the key from the ignition just as the man was asking for her name. Throwing back her dark head to laugh up at the stars, Isabella’s eyes were vast, endless pools of indigo scattered with a thousand points of bright light reflected in their dark depths as her arms stretched out either side of her in a sign of reckless of abandon. ~What are names but titles that bind?~ she quipped, before spinning around and around, her eyes fixed on the stars above. Her previous kill had more than satisfied her bloodlust and hunger this eve and she felt rather content to just enjoy the moment. The stars sparked their usual magic within her and when she finally stopped spinning and came to a stop, she had moved slightly to the left and away from the bike. Rose was now closer to the man who, if she squinted, kind of looked like Jax Teller leaning against his gorgeous bike. Mentally programming herself not to miss the next episode of her favourite show, Isabella simultaneously snorted in derision at herself for being so pathetically “human”. The institution had done nothing to cure her, or even attempt to slow down the effects of the wolf bite. If anything, they had seemed only curious as to seeing what impact it would have on a previously strong, healthy vampire. While Isabella hated those lab coats more than anything else in the entire universe, she too shared their curiosity as to what would happen next as the venom from the bite took full effect on her body. Making up her mind then and there to never return to the compound, Isabella wrapped her arms tightly around her lithe frame and looked over at “Jax”. ~Bobby and the boys coming?~ she called, as she leant against a nearby lamp, crossing her boot clad feet at the ankles. <c>
9:34 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] With her dark, glossy hair and pale, porcelain skin almost hidden by her powder blue cashmere sweater and skin tight jeans, Isabella looked warm and fuzzy and anything but the sadistic killer she truly was as her eyes fell upon her sister. Rose was dangling the keys to the bike before the man and Isabella jumped up and down on the spot as she laughed and clapped her hands. ~Nice one Rose.. dinner AND a show! Bravo!! I always wanted a bike like that.~ * <d>
9:54 PM [davoren] To anyone else it would have been to much, his bike practically stolen, his phone tossed and these to vampires playing with him but just smiled and moved a hand to the side of his bike and pressing a button beside the seat a metalic clunck sounded and a small glowing ball of what looked like green glass was ejected from the bikes fuel port. "Well ive your going to steal a guys ride make sure its got a fuel supply." Smiling again he kicked the stand down and left the bike. "If your thinking of a snack id rather it wasnt me, i very much doubt youd be able to stomach it im not exactly your run of the mill human. The names Davoren just so you know." Moving with predenatural speed he attempts to move around to Rose and retreave his keys.
10:17 PM [Rose] ~She didn’t dare take her eyes too long off their prey, but Isa seemed to be experiencing an episode of some sort and it was hard to look away. The bite had changed her, as had all the treatments they’d tried to contain the damage, but every now and then she acted so strangely Rose wondered if she’d ever get Isa back fully. Not that she wasn’t fun to play with no, she just didn’t always seem to be there. Who Bobby and the boys were was beyond her and she glanced at the biker to see if he knew what she was talking about. She had no reason to think Isa knew the man, but from the way she spoke to him she was starting to wonder. She saw the man’s hand shift, her keen eyes having kept locked on him for any movement that would produce a weapon. The clunk of metal sounded and her gaze turned briefly to the area from which the noise had come from. On guard from the instant he stood, she was ready for his attempt to go for his keys and she darted like lightning out of his range, twirling away gracefully, drawing back her arm and heaving his keys with all of her strength. They sailed the length of the parking lot and vanished into a stream running along the edge of a wooded area. Turning back, a fanged grin on her pretty face, she shrugged.~ Oops. Butterfingers.
10:28 PM [Isabella_Senfetti] *Laughing, Isabella let out a long wolf whistle and fist pumped the air above her. ~Really Rose! You must get those fingers of yours looked at by a qualified medical professional! ~ Feigning an apologetic smile, Isabella shrugged and moved closer to the pair. ~So sorry Devereux.. Dartanyan… whatever the hell your name was.. my sister is well known for those butterfingers of hers. So… buttery…. Vanilla… mmmmm ~ Smiling prettily at her sister, she batted her lashes as her pupils visibly dilated. ~I wasn’t lying about wanting a ride ya know? I thought you got me a present! Won’t work without a stupid key!~ In a second Rose was at the stream, wading thigh high in the gurgling water, the man and the carpark behind her all but forgotten as she searched for the key…. To something. She had forgotten what the key was for and now her head was starting to hurt. The cool water soaking through her jeans was a welcome relief to her hot, flushed body and she quickly decided to forego any search in favour of a swim. Diving under the shallow waves, Isabella quickly leapt up and peeled off her soggy sweater and jeans. Devoid of a bra and panties, she giggled as a sound beside the stream caught her attention and she looked over at Rose with a grin. ~Boys!!!~ she squealed and lunged out of the stream at them. The sound of a man yelling ~What the….?!~ was cut off as another yelled ~Holy shit!~ and then there was silence. The only sound in the carpark was a slight humming sound that at first was difficult to determine but soon became obvious as the deep, low rumble of a contented animal purring. *
10:36 PM [davoren] (gah cant even think of an exit for dav im so tired lets just say he pervs on isa then leaves wishing them a good night for a long walk home lol)
