Isabella Swan she thought with a smirk would never have dared to roll on the pair of skin tight faux leather leggings she was now attempting to pull up over her ass, but it had been a long time since she had gone by that name. For Iz Avery however, it was a typical uniform of the job. Looking at herself in the mirror she readjusted her tank so that it showed off a bit of her neon pink bra. She didn't have much cleavage, but her boobs were perky enough and she worked with what she had. Adding a final touch of a smoked-out eye and a generous coating of mascara she was done.
The look screamed come fuck me and that is exactly what she intended. She armed herself with the rest of her necessities before locking up her tiny loft apartment that sat above a pizza shop. It was a shit hole, but the landlord let her pay in cash and hadn't asked any questions when the 17-year-old with a broken leg had approached her about it. She hadn't intended to stay, but five years had passed and here she was still waking up to the smell of pizza wafting through her vents. She liked to think it was a nod to her Italian heritage.
The night was brisk, the fingers of fall just starting to take his grip on the city, so she walked faster to her destination. It wasn't far. Living in the shittiest part of town meant she only had to walk a five block radius to get to the scummiest clubs. Lucky Looks was her best hunting ground. The bouncer at the door didn't check for id's, instead looking to make sure you had cash to spend and no badge. She was somewhat of a regular at this point and having spent plenty of money on booze was allowed in without the interrogation. A junky selling who knows what kind of synthetic drug stood right inside the door, but she ignored him and took up a stool at the bar.
The music was too loud for talking in here, but it wasn't the type of place you came for conversation. She let her heart sync to the base of the music and allowed that thrill build in the pit of her stomach. Soon it was pumping through her blood and she was ready. The bar tender approached pulling her attention away from the woman in the corner giving a very obvious blow job to a lucky guy who was gripping on to the arm of the couch for all he was worth.
"Hey there Izzy. Did you come back to let me know that you are finally going to let me take you out on that date," He said.
"Imma let you keep on masturbating to that fantasy Alex. In the meantime, fuck off and get me a whisky coke," she said not feeling entirely hostile to the 30-year-old who made the best damn drinks in the city.
He just grinned at her, "I ought to kick you out for talking to me like that. But you keep the vermin at bay, so I'll get you that drink. One of these days you'll come to your senses and let me have a shot at you." She just rolled her eyes and pushed some bills his way.
With her drink in hand she headed down stairs where the kind of men she looked for lingered. She was glad her legs were covered when she sat down on one of the couches. If she was going to get pregnant it had better be from sex, not this stained black couch. It was too dark to see much more than silhouettes. Her eyesight had been sharpened and she could see much more than those around her. The only lights came from the strobe that matched the beat of the music. With each illumination she could make out the images lining the walls. Extremely close up photos of breasts, legs, and asses were displayed leaving the viewer wanting. She felt the need to see more of that sex appeal.
A couple sat down next to her. The man pressed up tight against her side with his partner working her way into his lap. They didn't know each other. If she concentrated hard enough she could hear his questions to her above the drum of the music. What was her name? Where did she get legs like that from? In between questioning and fondling the man looked over at her and winked. She didn't need to see the red in his eyes to know what he was. The burning from the scar on her hand had alerted her as soon as he sat down.
He was handsome. God, was he handsome. That pure white skin and those angelically perfect features was enough to lead someone to believe that god had graced this man. But she knew that the devil had much better taste. She needed the girl gone. She wanted him quick and wasn't in the mood for sharing. While this thin dark haired barely woman flirted and teased at his buttons Iz took the more direct route.
Leaning in she grabbed his already hard cock. He threw his head to rest on the back of the couch exposing his neck. She kissed it and fantasized about fangs seeking deep into the flesh. With lips still pressed to his neck she made eye contact with the girl. Shock and indignation. Didn't she know that she was saving her from trouble? "Leave now," she said to the girl who had no intention of leaving.
"Run along little kitten," the red eyed demon said to the girl. She pouted before standing up on her stiletto boots and strutting away. Iz took her place and straddled the man's lap. The whisky was helping to diminish her inhibitions. She leaned in for a test kiss. He deepened their kiss and she shifted her hips until she could feel him pressing against her. This sent him into a frenzy crushing their lips harder together. For a moment she allowed herself to think of Edward. Their first kiss was, in retrospect, embarrassingly bad. No passion all fear.
He pushed her back so that he could get to his belt buckle. She smiled, this was going exactly how she wanted it. Leaning back in she told him to go outside and where he could find the back door. He grabbed her butt and stood not willing to let her go. She wrapped her legs around him more firmly and paid homage to his neck. He walked with purpose, she might as well have been the weight of a doll to this man.
The back door led out to a cement drainage area. There were stairs you could take to get back up to ground level. The ally was clear and she went back in for his lips. His hands left her ass traveling up to the hem of her tank and then tugging it over her head. Goosebumps covered her skin and his did nothing to warm her. He ran his hands over the planes of her muscles before settling on the clasp of her bra. She pulled his hands back to her front and placed them over her bra. He immediately got to work massaging the tender flesh.
He was ready to fuck back in the club, so when he pushed her body back to work at his belt buckle she wasn't surprised. She gripped his waist harder with her thighs so she wouldn't fall. It was time. She shoved her hands deep into her leggings pockets. He probably thought she was going for a condom based on the smirk on his face. Instead she whipped out twin diamond daggers and with a x-motion beheaded the vampire. She released her legs from his falling body and landed win a crouch. This had been her cleanest kill yet and she was damn proud of herself.
Iz was slipping her tank back on when the backdoor opened and the girl from earlier walked out. "Holey shit balls that's his fucking head," she said looking at the once beautiful face that was now gnashing its fangs in a desperate attempt at survival. Iz kicked the head away. "This isn't what it looks like," Iz said.
The girl arched an eyebrow. "Oh really? Because it looks to me like you killed a vampire all on your own. What kind of fey are you?" the girl said obviously impressed.
Not knowing what the girl meant by fey she struck a match and looked at her. "None, just human. Now leave someone is paying me very well to dispose of the body and turn in the head." She said and then dropped the match on the still moving corpse. Vampires burned like old books. No need for lighter fluid. She then kneeled and carefully placed the head in a black sack she produced from her pocket. The girl was still watching.
"Ok, ok I sense that you are a little stand offish. I have a friend just like you. Sooo I'll introduce myself. My names Kenzi and we are on the same side, your boss isn't the only one who wanted this vamp dead." The girl said.
Iz looked at her searching for some sign of strength beyond her weak human form. "You were hunting a vampire. Are you a fucking moron? Do you even know how strong they are?" she was furious that this tiny girl, Kenzi, had been hired to kill a vampire.
"Chill sword lady. I had backup," Kenzie said and flipped her long black hair over her shoulder.
Iz narrowed her eyes. She leaned in and sniffed. Werewolf. How had the vampire not recognized the scent? He had to of been blood drunk. Kenzie was pretty much asking for him to kill her. She rubbed her face and then said, "look most people think vampires are solitary creatures, but they are not always. If this vampire had a mate and you and your backup killed him she would have hunted your asses down. You are not always under your backups protection. So, the next time your wolf wants to use you as vampire bate tell him no.
Kenzi gaped at her, but Iz was done chatting. She turned and headed towards her meet up. She could hear those stiletto boots chasing after her. "Yeah Dyson" she heard Kenzi say into her phone, "mission vampire bate was a fail. Uhh I wasn't his type. Gotta go. I'll fill you in later."