Isis sniffed her cup and winced. It stung her nose; there were Vampire prints smeared all over her glass. We’ll what could she expect, she was currently seated in The Planetarium- haven for the undead. “Wooo…” she let out a breath, pinched her nose, and downed her drink. Isis purred; the drink had managed to curl her toes and give her a split second of goose bumps. Pretty good, she thought to herself. Isis looked up and met Ricky’s gaze. Poor kid, he was dead on his feet.
Isis ran that boy thin sometimes; she had to constantly remind herself that he was a human and had a hard time keeping up. Rolling her shoulders back she nodded towards Ricky and then the door to indicate their departure, when he approached. He must have been standing there for a good minute before he started speaking, but the way her skin crawled and her temperature rose, she didn’t have to look at him to know what he was.
"Excuse me, ma'am." He said, politely. "You wanna hold it down to a dull roar over here? Our insurance doesn't cover patrons falling off of barstools due to improper usage."
Her lips quivered as her blood began to boil. Werewolves usually run on a higher temperature than the average human, so it takes a lot to get one inebriated. Before the Vamp addressed her directly, Isis had been riding on a nice little buzz. But her temperature rose so rapidly that all the alcohol in her system singed away in an instant; and now she was riding on pure rage. The beast started to peel its face back, and reveal it self...slowly.
Everything slowed down around her. The thief was snatched mid air, and the Vamp’s hand had slid uncomfortably close to her left cheek. The human’s back arched un-naturally when he was slammed against the bar; the slow crunch confirmed a few ribs were broken.
One, two,…threeto be exact.
The Vampire’s knuckle curled stretching the skin until it became translucent. She could count the veins on his fist. The thief’s mouth barely formed a word before his lip was sliced open by his own teeth. The skin on his face curled around the Vamp’s fist in a nauseating fashion. Finally, blood shot into the air, and everything sped up to its normal speed again. And the thief was escorted out of the building.
The crowd parted and Isis was faced with the head bouncer. Her eyes trailed up his body, as his mirrored the same primal habit: size your enemy up. When their eyes met, the air ignited with unseen electricity that shocked the both of them. He shivered and she did the same.
They were instinctively programmed to naturally repel each other.
Then he walked away.
Isis stood and began to walk forward until an arm encircled her waist and pulled her back. Ricky. “Let. Go.” She hissed. Her body was shaking intensely. She had been restrained way too many times this evening, and at this point she didn’t know if she would be able to control herself around Ricky.
But he must have known, because he released her. Stepping forward her boots thudded against the floor; this evening was over. She passed the Vampire bouncer and restrained the growl rumbling in her chest. “Leeches…” she muttered as she stepped out of the club. It had stopped raining, but the remains of the evening’s rainstorm dropped from the tops of the Arai Prime.
She circled the building, her head tilted back, eyes closed, letting the drops trickle onto her face. Shaking her hair loose, a wet strand stuck to her forehead and cheek. Her heart rate raced against her chest. There was no way she could go home like this…especially with Ricky sleeping in the next room.
Licking her lips she tasted the air…blood. Her ears twitched, in the distance she heard the shuffling of feet against slick gravel, and a whimper. Immediately her head snapped towards the source and her eyes narrowed into slits. The thief.
She didn’t even have to think, or stop herself, it was instant. All the pent up rage that had accumulated through out the evening erupted in a howl that shook the garbage dumpsters and froze the man in his tracks. He paled and slowly turned his body around. His eyes lifted and were only met with darkness…framed by a fence of sharp teeth.
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Isis sat nude in that alley way, her body shook from the normal tremors that always came after an intense transformation. Her soft skin glowed softly and her mind drifted in lazy waves. She was satisfied.
Her eyes roamed up and down the brick wall and she noted the shadows shifting on the ground. Dawn was approaching, she noted. Isis titled her head back and looked up, her wet lashes blinked when a small piece of paper landed on her cheek. Peeling it off her face, she immediately recognized it. She had about two at home, this was number there. This one said: “Does the sun still shine?”
These messages fell from the sky randomly. It had no name…just a faint scent. And with that scent, she identified with the anonymous author.
Pressing both palms against the wall behind her, she gave herself one quick push and she was up on her feet. Arching her back she stretched and rolled her shoulders back. Stepping lightly over the puddle and bloody tissue left at her feet, she grabbed the thief’s coat and swung it around her. It had a few tears and stains, but it was enough to keep her covered on her walk back home. Turning she slipped on the man’s boots, and exited it towards the street, rolling the small note between her fingertips.
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