Isabel
Isabel adjusted her grip on the man's neck. In one smooth movement she slit his throat with her nail and elegantly dipped her head to drink from the fresh fountain of blood. She maybe living in a world full of human savages, but there was no reason for her to behave like one.
It had been days since she'd last eaten, or maybe weeks. At her age and with the state of this world there was no telling, but she was thankful for the control. This uncouth loud mouth hater was on the receiving end of centuries of Isabel's dislike for human's. Yes, she'd come along way since her days with Viktor as one of his coven members, but you can not change what you are, only your behavior. And since these nasty creatures had declared war on her kind and coven, well, Isabel would return the favor.
She drank her fill and tossed the body to the sewer floor, turning her attention to the well manicured nail that had opened up his life vein.
"This just won't due." She spoke to no one at all.
Pulling the dagger from the inside of her leather jacket, she cleaned the drying blood from just beneath the nail.
"No reason to act unladylike just because the world is falling apart."
With a tired sigh, she sheathed the blade and pulled the letter and photo from an inside pocket.
"Damn you Angelique, if I did not love you as much as I do, I swear I'd hate you. And I most certainly would not be playing your little hunter." She replied with a false exasperation.
Now, let's take another look at that beautiful young lady you gave me a picture of."
Isabel had begun to talk to herself as of late. It had been a year since hell had opened up it's gates to swallow their kind whole. Well, a vampire's version of hell...humans. They were being scattered like cattle, and slaughtered just about the same way. Now days it was safer to travel alone or in very small groups. Bloody humans.
Isabel shivered with a warm thrill and a chilling disgust. She'd spent so long sickened by the mangy dogs they called lycan's that she was now revolted by the feeling she got just looking at some of them. It was like her love hate relationship with Angelique, it thrilled and disgusted her at the same time.
Her long nail caressed the face of the young woman, or rather lycan she reminded herself.
"For gods sake Isabel, get a grip old girl. Have you been that long without company that you're drooling like a mutt after this little lycan girl?"
With another glance at the photo and another brief look at the letter, Isabel stored the items safely back in her leather jacket.
"I have to admit Angelique, this little girl you have me chasing after has done very well. Viktor would be rolling in his grave right now." Isabel laughed.
"Poor Viktor, I won't feel that sorry for you. You lucky bastard, you have no idea the mess your missing."
"Well, no rest for the wicked I suppose. Back to hunting your lost little ones, you owe me Angelique."
It had been a year after the massacre had begun. The compound that Angelique and many of her friends occupied had been raided. Many had died, and for the survivors it had become a year of living hell with no reprieve in sight. Families had been separated, children from parents, husband's from wives, mated couples, friends, it was a mess.
Checking her appearance as if she were going out to high society social, Isabel brushed the invisible dust from her leather pants and picked back up on the trail of the missing children.
"Well, young Anya, let's hope your luck continues to hold out with your little pack until I can get to you." Isabel said to herself.
"It would be such a shame to miss out on getting to know you." She finished as the sound of laughter unfitting for such a place echoed down the sewer tunnels.
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