Simon stood on the doorstep of the Institute. His stomach jittered in ways he hadn't felt in months. He looked down once more at the crumpled note in his hand, Isabelle's delicate handwriting and the subtle 'x' scribbled on the end was enough to tug at the corner of his mouth. He could still smell her sweet, musky scent lingering on the paper. He sighed, pushing the note into his back pocket and hammered on the large, wooden door. Seconds later it swung open and there she stood, in all her glory.

She was wearing a red satin top that ended just short enough to show a strip of white, marked skin above the low hung hem of her black skin tight jeans, balancing on the suggestion of hip bones under her silky skin. "Hey…" Simon stuttered, knocked breathless, which was hard to do taking all things into consideration. "You wanted to see me?"

Isabelle smirked and sidled out the door, closing it slowly behind her and leaning against it. "Take me somewhere." She said.

Simon's insides jumped. "Where do you want to go?"

Simon's flat was quiet. Jordan was out with Maia for the day. He closed the door and turned around to find himself face to face with Isabelle, staring into her deep, black eyes. "Kiss me." She whispered.

He did. Her lips were burningly warm against his, her hands gripped his neck as she pulled him closer and closer. He could smell the excitement rolling off her body under the salty smell of sweat and blood and… Something else. Something he didn't quite recognize but he knew that it made him want her even more. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, she moaned quietly into his mouth before breaking away, panting. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him in the direction of his bedroom, he trailed willingly behind.

The bedroom door slammed shut behind them and Simon let himself be pulled onto the bed. He could feel Isabelle's heart beating wildly, spreading sweet blood all over her body. With a sudden prick of pain, he felt his fangs slide out and pierce his lower lip.

Isabelle didn't even falter. She licked the oozing blood off his lip and shifted so her mouth was right at his ear. "Bite me." She murmured.

Slowly, Simon moved down her neck, gently grazing his teeth along from behind her ear down to her collar bone, which he nibbled carefully before pulling her crimson red shirt over her head. He continued to move over her ivory, marked skin while his nimble hands moved around her back and found her bra clasp. Undoing it skilfully he slipped it off and lay her gently back down on his bed. Her ebony hair fanned out around her making her look like a goddess of darkness and beauty. His hands moved quickly over her body as she squirmed underneath, he lowered his face slowly to her neck, kissed it and then slid his fangs in in one fluid motion. Isabelle gasped and arched, grabbing the lanky boy's head and pulling him closer. Simon felt the warm liquid fill his mouth, he swallowed and sucked as she panted and cried out in pleasure. When he thought the time was right he pulled out, liking off the beads of blood that were left on her neck. Isabelle sighed and slouched back onto the bed. He lay down beside her smiling, she grinned back and reached down to lace her long fingers through his own. They lay there in silence, absorbing each other's presence before falling into a blissful sleep together.