Izabelle's Story

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Izabelle smiled to herself looking very comfortable with herself as she sat tall on a stool inside the Zodiac downing her drinks as they came. She'd had a terrible day so far. Some highwayman of a vampire tried to mug her on her way here and the damn bloodsucker and taken a nasty slice of her skin with him. The back of her right hand possessed a long deep cut from the bloodsucker's knife but she knew deep down the win had been hers. She'd whipped his face with all her might and seen the cut with her own eyes, she'd found it amusing until he sliced at the top of her exposed hand and that's how she ended up here. Angry and in slight pain. As Lusse she knew it'd soon heal over- same for the vampire but whilst it was still fresh and an open wound it was making her bitter and sarcastic.

She looked around herself taking in all the familiar sights. Creature after creature limped, crawled, marched, stormed and some even flew through the door all dying over the same thing. A reviving sip of alcohol. She watched each one with strong brown eyes burying deep into their souls splitting the weak from the strong. Izabelle was an intelligent girl and had a nack for being able to predict the strength a person would have against her in combat and it often amused her at times like this to go ahead and make her bets.

She requested another drink quitely and when the brown alcoholic liquid in a sphere shaped glass was placed infront of her she sipped it silently admiring the burn on her throat. Her lips twitched into an addictive smile and she took a bigger gulp tilting her head back ever so slightly.
LUCAZ KIYAZ
Lucaz was too in a very bad mood. Some little b- had whipped his face raw. He had a feeling she'd been a Lusse but he wasn't too sure because the Lusse were very very rare species and the chances of one living in such an exposed and dangerous area was unlikely if they had any respect for the survival of their race.

So he decided she was probably some form of Hybrid unaware of how wrong his conclusion was.

With a moan and groan he decided to go to the Zodiac even little b-es like her wouldn't go there most of the time. So holding his face the whole way he started hiking towards the smallest slice of joy you'd ever get in CoLA.

He saw his reflection in a glass window and shook his head ashamed to be seen looking so weak and because of a stupid female hybrid as well! He growled and swore until he finally sulked his way through the Zodiac door and the first thing he saw was brown hair and brown eyes and yet another curse croaked out his throat as he pushed his way around the Zodiac desperate to sit as far away from the woman as possible. He saw her amused smile though but thought better then to react...one bleeding cheek was enough for one day.

Nothing came lower in Izabelle's book then strippers. She snorted in disgust as some feline girl started dancing on a pole. She pushed her brown hair out her face because since putting down her drink it'd fallen forward again. As the alcohol got to work she felt the pain in her hand less and less. Through her tired eyes she noticed a fox sat on the stool beside her and she considered sparking a conversation but then again most creatures in CoLA didn't take warmly to Lusse because of the repritation they had built as race for too many years.

She looked at him for a moment then turned her head sending her long dark her in a flurry of a flick as she turned to check her glass was still exactly in the same spot on the bar. She had to be careful here god knows what people put in drinks here. She tightened her hand around it's curling sides and pulled it back to her lips downing the last mouthful. She swilled the tiny spot of whiskey left in the glass her wrist slack and loose. That's the problem with round glasses, they always retain one drop in the smooth curves.

She watched the fox next to her in the corner of her untrusting eye for she wasn't trusting him not to either do something to drink she was about to order or drag a knife against her neck, after all this is CoLA.


Lucaz gave a smirk when a pole dancer came on the stage, maybe this would perk his bitter mood. He watched with clear amusment which someone like Izabelle would find disgusting and wrong but to most people in the Zodiac it'd be casual, standard behavior.

He got himself the strongest drink he could pronounce the name off and sipped it giving a sigh of relief when the burning liquid stung his tight throat.

Lavigne smiled as she plunged the silver dagger deep in the vampire's throat slicing it open visciously.
"Sorry babe, it's nothing personal, I'm just running the family business." Lavigne chuckled before she ripped the knife out the bleeding wound letting the body slide to the cold hard ground.

A shadowy man stepped out the shadows clapping sarcastically.
"Beautiful show Lavigne, just beautiful...." He praised smirking at the dead beauty queen who's hair was sprawled across Lavigne's black combat boots. Lavigne smiled boredly and held out her long pale hand and flicked her fingers in gesture which meant 'pay up'. The man sighed croakily.

Lavigne's eyes narrowed angrily. "Pay up Sandre." She growled her hair growing paler which only happens when her wolf is nearing the surface and that only happens when she's pissed.

"I was hoping you'd forget that bit..." He moaned but he dumped a see-through packet in Lavigne's palm and a handful of the victim's expensive belongings.

Her palm closed tightly and disappeared into her pocket as Lavigne chuckled mindlessly. "Good boy..." She gave him a salute and started walking away as she shouted "'Till next time my least favourite client." Sandre was actually probably one of her favourite clients as he paid the highest and gave her the most jobs but she liked to pretend she hated him which was only half a lie...He did kill her sister after all.

She started walking around the city but in reality she had two choices. The Strip Theatre or the scummy old pub. She didn't take long in getting her answer. Her close friend Izabelle was often found in that scum of a pub so she'd go there- plus they sold cheap whiskey and that's exactly what Lavigne needed before she opened her confidential packet of heaven.

She marched into the bar and spun herself onto the seat next to Izabelle that wasn't occupied by a fox. "Hello Izabelle."

Izabelle grinned as her dear shape-shifter friend Lavigne appeared on the scene. "Hello Lavigne... she said with same enquiring tone.

Her head turned when the fox shifted and dressed them both with curiosity. She smiled "Hello, to you too.". Izabelle replied with her sticky-sweet Lusse smile. She made an examination of his face with her bright eyes but she came to a conclusion that the man was a total stranger. Izabelle thought about luring her into her perfect little demonic trap but figured she was too tired and not quiet sober enough. She could think straight and move and everything but her persuasion and magic go static and malfunction.


Lavigne grinned and ordered two drinks of whiskey for her and Izabelle and slid one across the bar into her friend's hand.
She could hear Izabelle talking to a man neither girl knew so she sat and watched mostly after saying "Hello."

Lavigne is very blunt with words and her greetings are often short and quick like that. She prefers to get straight to the conversation and skip the how do you dos. She smiled politely however and played with her drink swilling it around in the glass before taking a mouthful away enthusiastically.

LUCAZ KIYAZ
He grew bored of watching the dancer at about the same time as a woman sat next to him. He laughed a little but his cut cheek moving tore his laughter apart. He swore quietly and then apologised. "My name is Lucaz and I am quiet comfortable with all my clothes on." He replied. His reply turning blunt from his injuries.

It’s pathetic... Izabelle thought as the fight broke out. Pointless damage that didn’t need doing, which may possibly be rich coming from something as destructive as Lusse. She looked at Lavigne but she just seemed amused- of course she’s amused....She’s an assassin!
Izabelle and Lavigne had been friends from the start. They met when Izabelle freed herself from her ‘captor’. Izabelle and always felt like a hostage but she’d been as free as she liked to be but she felt living under someone else’s roof she’d never be truly free. So obviously she beat up her guardian and ran away that’s when she met Lavigne.
Lavigne had been fighting in alley way and appeared to be losing and her opponent must of been 100s of years older than the young girl fighting. Lavigne had been a fist away from death when Izabelle’s whip stroked the attacker’s face leaving a deep bleeding gash. Then it found his neck and curled around in a devilishly knot and then flicked away again for the third attack. Then Lavigne’s hands found his neck and she pushed her thumbs in on his neck bone twisting and snarling until it sucked his face white and his neck was stained with her fingerprints. The man died and Lavigne was Izabelle’s debt. Izabelle refused anything Lavigne offered and after years of trying to repay her, the assistance is almost forgotten but not by Lavigne. Lavigne knows she owes Izabelle her life and that can’t be on the only time.
Still Lavigne grew stranger until her abilities matched her saviour and they still grow but together like sisters.
”I guess there is something amusing to it...” She muttered to Lavigne almost smiling.
She looked back at the fox but assuming she’d gone unheard shrugged it off and didn’t bother repeating herself. She sighed hollowly and then looked at the unconscious angel. She raised an eyebrow but gave very little thought on the matter away.

Lavigne smiled shallowly when the fight finally ended with an unconscious body, Finally, a little peace around here! Lavigne did take amusement in people fighting but that was simply ridiculous. She shook her head and took a gentle sip of Whiskey watching the fox-man and various other people around her carefully and surely not wanting to miss something that might be important. Lavigne checked her pocket for her packet and when she felt the plastic material relaxed a little. Good...good... She thought to herself and then she turned to the sound of her close friend’s voice.
”It’s amusing, until their ‘pack’ or ‘choir’ or something get involved then it’s just damn right annoying! Lavigne replied with a hiccup. I need to stop drinking before I go to work.... Lavigne thought darkly then she looked around her again taking in every little thing. She didn’t trust anyone in this room except Izabelle but then again she knew Izabelle.

LUCAZ KIYAZ
Lucaz watched the girl leave not overly bothered at all. He still had a drink and his thoughts so he occupied his mind by cursing the wretched ***** that whipped the flesh of his face. He could spy her in the corner of his eye talking freely to another girl in a comfortable friendly manner. The two girls gave off a sisterly vibe together but they looked nothing a like so Lucaz was quick to rule out any possible relations the girls could of shared.
Hr grumbled and mumbled and downed a few more mouthfuls of his drink before starting to get up to leave, for the dead guy needed air.
Lucaz didn’t breath but he took comfort in feeling the wind breeze on his flesh but it hurt when he was bleeding but then again what didn’t hurt? Even positive and happy things like love hurt one day. Lucaz was drunk and Lucaz was never himself when he was drunk.
Lucaz is normally a cheerful person and quite the flirt but when he gets too much alcohol in his system he becomes sour and less cheerful like an old man. He finds the negatives to everything and won’t glance at anyone for more than a split second. He just grunted and growled until he stumbled home to sulk alone. He pushed his fingers against his temples and stood just outside the Zodiac door muttering.

Lavigne and Izabelle
"I'm sorry?" Lavigne asked with a blunty icy voice. Then the chair came and Lavigne jumped up and let it crash into the bar behind where she had been previously sitting but her dear friend was a little too drunk to move quick enough and it split a small red line into her shoulder.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She screeched. She was already on edge from fighting some cocky b_____ of a highway man and was not in the mood for this, drunk or sober. The Lusse girl's hand jumped to her side where her whip was coiled around her belt loop but Lavigne stopped her by wrapping he ice cold fingers around her wrist.

"He's not worth it sister." Izabelle's eyes appeared to be changing colour slightly but she calmed slighty at her good friend's words. Izabelle and Lavigne have no biological relation just a simple complicated bond of friendship which had made them share a bond stronger then sister's. They cared for eachother and felt eachother's pain (not literally by the way) and Lavigne could feel Izabelle's anger but she knew better then to let her go ahead because the Lusse would have the bar burning to ash. "He's not even worth arguing with..." Admittedly Lavigne would loveto fight this guy alongside Izabelle but she didn't want her only source of socialization burnt to ash either so she sucked in a deep breath and glared.

"Look sir, My friend as you may have guessed has had a really roughd ay so if your sober enough to understand me. I'd scram now before she bloody gives you a little taste of hell." She warned carefully. Lavigne had seen Izabelle angry and drunk before and even angry-drunk and she had learnt the hard way to back down and fear a drunken Izabelle on rage and didn't seem fair to let this guy take all the heat of Izabelle's day for one mistake- then again he did just brake the laws of neturalization by attacking her.

Lavigne and Izabelle
"So we have ourselves a lightweight hey?" Izabelle chirped amused. "Hey, Lavigne can you get me a drink please?" she asked fighting the desire to spit at the fool of an angel. She didn't because she was better then that but the idea of sucking his life away amused her but no way was she going near...that again.

Lavigne smiled smufly and went to order Izabelle her typical gin and tonic blonde hair bobbing as she muttered to herself about angels and foolishness.

Izabelle watched Dante's unconcious body with clear amusment and kicking him slightly as she turned to retake her seat muttered something harsh and unpleasent under her breath. When Lavigne came back with the drinks the clipped their glassses together and announced it to be their last night and then Izabelle and Lavigne would split up and go do their jobs. For Izabelle that'd be flirting a man to death and Lavigne simple cold-blooded murder. Both girls posessed strange smiles as they took a deep mouthful of gin.

The gin warmed Izabelle's throat calming her nerves and that's when she became a little bit of a tipsy drunk laughing at simple things. Lavigne wasn't really drunk yet but she found amusement in her friend's laughter even if it was mild and shy. The laughter seemed to be a little contagious because after a few minutes Lavigne herself released a light soft laugh.

Lavigne and Izabelle
The girls gave a giddy laugh and continued their conversations. "So who's the target sister? Izabella asked in a hush whispering voice. Lavigne smiled deviously and with a waggle of her eyebrows whispered a name.

"Caorte." She whispered as quite as a mouse. Lavigne's eyes glowed weird colours as if her eyes were blushing. She was excited and she loved her job but the best part of it was working with her sister. Their pair tatic never changed. Izabelle would flirt and tease their way into the home the two girls shared and then on single Lavigne's knives flew to the neck and Izabelle would claim his soul whilst they bled away. It was twisted and didn't sit well with the light hearted but the girls were made of iron or should you say diamond? Diamonds are stronger then iron.

The girls gave the other a knowing smile their minds razor sharp like a diamond. "Let's work this bi___" Izabelle chuckled. The girls downed the last acid burning whiskey and dropped the glasses on the bar and with a sarcastic but echoing goodbye marched out the bar linked at the arm. Lavigne led the chase though ushering Izabelle through alleys and streets until they were in an alley spying on a man trading suspiciously under a street lamp.

Izabelle hitched her skirt and then when the second man walked away she strutted out into the street. The man- Daemon Carote looked at her with amusment and met her half way up the path. "Well what do we have here?" He asked in a creepily off putting voice.

"A girl and a boy.." She said stepping a little closer closing the small space between them.
"Why don't you come with me?" He asked suggestively.
"Or you could come with me." She wasn't asking a question and the fool of a man followed her through the streets.

Lavigne followed in the distance watching their every move with the occasional gag.

When they got to the house the man was on Izabelle in a split second pushing her into the wall. Just as his greedy hands got busy Lavigne's hand flicked and the man's eyes rolled as he fell. Izabelle pushed the body off her in disgust...That guy had almost got...She shivered and then placing a finger on his lips drained everything away her eyes closing in pleasure. She was like a demon...but worse. She wasn't doing it for a master...she was doing it for entertainment and Demons only did it as duty.

"That guy was a pri___" Izabelle muttered stepping away. The girls picked up the body and dragged it into the garden and then threw it over the fence and followed after it.

They walked about half a mile then they dumped the body on the floor and Izabelle tossed a lighter behind their turned bodies and the body began to crack and smoke. The girls raised their hands to meet the others in an an echoing high-five that didn't even require a glance. The girls had been doing this too long. They were too in sync and too...comfortable?

"Ok...we rushed that a bit too much..." Lavigne complained a few minutes later.
"Easy for you to day! You weren't pinned to a wall but a pervert." Izabelle snapped in reply. Lavigne giggled amused but even she'd admit that was probably the worst they had ever dealt with and they ahd dealt with some real ass-holes in their time. Dark eyed and bored the girls jogged the way back their hair floating behind them in fine glossy blankets reflecting the moon's stolen light as it beamed down on the back of their invisible frames. The girl's figures were a shadow of black amoungst a sky of dark purple and the only colour was the reflection of the moon on their hair and backs.