Snippet #1326267

Issac flinched when the saliva launched from Scarlet's mouth and showered across his face. He paused with his eyes closed, then he opened them. The red irises and slit-pupils were filled with a hatred and rage matched only by hell. It was a glare that would set other beings quivering with fright. However the look left and was now intermingling with a sadistic glee and anticipation, an even more terrifying look than the first. He stepped back from the chair, straightening his back and smiling as he wiped the clear ooze from his face.

"Freak?" He laughed quietly "Freak!? Is that the worst insult you have you sniveling little leech!? Alright, maybe I am a freak. But what would that make you? You who gave up your humanity for immortality, for strength, for blood." Issac growled.

"Tell me vampire, what are you? You can't abide the look of silver, you can not bear the cross, you can not pass over a running river, you can't gaze upon a sunset, you can't even live without taking the life blood of another." He growled "I might be a freak. . . but I'm better off than you, leech." He said pulling a small shard of sharpened silver from his pocket.

"Much. . . much better."

Issac lingered closer with the shard of silver, holding it menacingly close to Scarlet's face. Screams likely issued from the room a few seconds later.