ISABELLA
Isabella crouched down low until she was completely hidden in the roseberry bushes. Her wooden stake was clutched tight in her right hand, the wooden hammer in the other. Slowly and quietly, Bella crept on over to the vampire, devouring up the middle-aged woman he picked up from the oub. Larry's Pub, to be exact. When Bella was positioned behind the vampire, she raised the stake up, and brought it down until it pierced through the vampire's right shoulder, blood squirting out. Bella kicked the shrieking creature to the side, the dead woman rolling away. She removed the stake, then sliced the creature's neck open with the stake.
After making sure the vampire was completely dead, Bella lit a rag damp with gasoline on fire and threw it on him. She stepped back as the vampire lit up, the flames dancing around his decaying body. She then began walking away, face and clothes covered in blood. Bella kneeled down in front of the lake beside the burnt bodies of the vampire and woman, and washed the blood off her face and hands. Tonight, she was heading to a new club. Where rumors were among the hunters that vampires were crawling all over the place.
Soon, Bella was home, walking in her small cottage. She knew that tonight she was going to be dangerous. For all she knew the club could be swarmed with vampires. It was truly a horrible thought for her.
Soon, when she was cleaned and dressed, Bella was heading to the new club. A dangerous one, too. The Black Rose.