Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing, just the dribble that passes as a plot.

A/N: Souless, Bound By Blood started out as just a short story back in 99-00 and then progressed into a series actually. There's a total of four in the series at the moment and the fifth one is a WIP, lol. And I'll be posting them chapter by chapter because they need edited! Bound By Blood 2 was written in 2006, so there's a major leap from the first to this one and once again, you'll see a difference in writing styles.

CHAPTER 1

"I think he's gone mad." Isis commented softly, watching as Glenn weaved in and out of the dancers.

Mark stared at his friend, his brilliant green eyes luminous in the dim streetlights.

Glenn was in the middle of a crowd of men and women, all of them thrashing about to some punk music, Glenn moving quicker and more exaggerated than the rest.

"Mark, get him out of there a'fore he…" Isis trailed off as Glenn titled his head back, letting his fangs slide down his gums. "Too late."

Mark was on his feet and already making his way through the dancers, fury coursing through him at Glenn's lack of discretion.

Glenn's blue eyes opened, immediately focusing on Mark. His lips curved into a knowing smile as he slipped behind another group of people, his expression teasing Mark.

Isis watched as the men played cat and mouse with each other, shaking her head. She stood up, ignoring an offered hand of a young man inviting her to dance and slowly wound her way through the bodies, inhaling the almost overwhelming aromas the people gave off.

Mark snarled in rage when Glenn suddenly disappeared from sight, whirling around, red hair flying. "Isis!" He shouted, not bothering to keep his voice at a level tone, knowing the music would keep most from really noticing how loud it was.

Isis twirled, looking for Mark, wishing immortality would have come with more height. She hesitated when Glenn stepped directly in front of her, the glint in his eyes confirming her earlier observation. "We have to leave." She said evenly, her entire body tensing in anticipation of an attack.

Glenn smiled, extending his arm. "Then come on darling, let's go."

"Where's Mark?"

"He'll be here shortly." Glenn tugged her away from the dancing.

Isis struggled in his grip, fairly certain that if it were possible, her wrist would be nothing but a massive bruise. "Glenn, let me loose! We gotta wait for Mark!"

Glenn sneered down at her, not letting up nor slowing down. "He'll catch up."

Isis sighed, resorting to the last thing she wanted to do in the public view. She bit him, extending her fangs into his arm.

Glenn paused, staring down at her with quirked eyebrows, this was normally a pleasurable thing.

Isis started gnashing her teeth, ripping the flesh from his arm.

"Bitch!" He roared, backhanding her away from him.

Isis didn't stumble, instead allowed the force to carry her back towards the dancers, towards Mark. Once her feet hit the pavement, she ran, running smack into Mark's chest.

He caught her, holding her against him. "Isis, where is he?"

"He took off." Isis frowned, staring up at him. "I was right, he's done lost his mind."

"Come on," Mark wrapped an arm around her shoulder, shielding her from view. "You've got blood all over your face, what happened?"

"I bit him." Isis licked around her lips. "He was tryin' to drag me off."

Mark quickly led her away, slipping down an alleyway to avoid running into anyone. "Why's is he losing his mind Isis? What's happening to him?"

"How should I know? I've been a… this way for about as long as you." Isis sighed deeply, leaning into him.

They had been roaming the world as vampires for over a year now, discovering and testing their newly found limits.

Glenn it turned out was the stronger of the three, being able to go the longest without feeding; able to run faster and longer and had more strength than either of them.

Isis and Mark were on the same level, as they called it, though they were more attuned with each other than Glenn was with either of them. That they credited to them being lovers.

"Where do you think he'll go?" Isis asked finally, breaking into his thoughts.

"I'm not sure, but it's almost dawn so we need to head home."

'Home' was a high rise apartment with the best security money could buy. They slept in a room with no windows so the sun wasn't a big concern. Glenn was the concern.

Once inside, Isis punched in the security code on the keypad while Mark searched the apartment for Glenn or at least signs that Glenn had been there.

"Anything?" Isis asked, wrapping her arms about herself, feeling vulnerable.

"No, everything is as it should be." Mark gently pulled her into their bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind them.

Though the room was pitch black, they saw each other clearly, as if it were day.

Isis smiled at him, beckoning him with a crooked finger as she backed into the adjacent bathroom.

Returning the smile, he followed her.

***

Isis woke to an empty bed. Frowning, she sat up, automatically knowing the sun had gone down. "Mark?" She called, rising from the bed and slipping into her black silk robe.

No reply.

Cautiously, she opened the bedroom door, stepping into the hallway, the moonlight streaming in through the open curtains. She inhaled deeply, catching Mark's scent mixed with something else, something she identified as anger and disbelief.

Isis walked quietly to the living room, finding him standing in front of the television, fangs bared as he watched the screen. She stood beside him, wondering what had attracted his attention so. "What is this?"

A man wearing a red and black costume with a matching mask was slowly walking down some sort of ramp, every inch of him exuding poise and barely leashed power.

"That, my love, is Glenn." Mark said in a toneless voice.

"Huh?" Isis did a double take.

"We were wrestlers, remember?"

"Yeah." Isis groaned, curling her hands into fists. "The damn fool, he's gone back to wrestling! He'll kill somebody."

"We need to get to that arena." Mark stated, looking down at her. "It's not too far from here, go change."

Isis nodded, hurrying to their bedroom. She quickly dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black tank top, deftly braiding her hair into two plaits. She slipped on a pair of tennis shoes and walked back out to the living room, accepting a bottle Mark held out to her.

"We don't have time to stop and feed." He said apologetically.

Isis nodded, downing the blood, trying not to think of how disgusting it was cold. She handed back the empty bottle, shuddering.

His green eyes wrinkled as he smiled suddenly. "I love you."

"I love you too." She stood on tip toes to kiss him. "Now let's go find Glenn."