V's P.O.V:

The screaming stopped. My instant thought was she's dead. No, she can't be. Isabelle is too smart to let that happen, she must of got away. I couldn't stop running, Not until I know she's alright. My hat even fell off a few times on the way. Stupid bloody thing!

I rushed around the corner, nearly falling over as I reached the alleyway where Isabelle and I had been moments ago.

I really should not of left her alone.

Stunned. I was bloody stunned. I had no words to describe how I felt. My mouth was wide open and I had a troubled time trying to shut it.

Isabelle was knelt on the floor, panting. Her arms raised out to the side, two knifed tight in her grip. She had a manic smile on her face and fire in her eyes, a pure lust for blood and the screams of human pain. Her hair wasn't the only thing which was red anymore.

She had splatters of blood across her face, and some dripping from her mouth. The knifes were also stained and the blood smothering over her petite, delicate hands.

I use the word 'delicate' very, very lightly.

I didn't know what to do. I was actually afraid to speak to her. There was about 6 dead bodies laying around her, soaked in their own blood; their faces still in shock and eyes burned with fear. I don't even want to talk about the dismembered arm laying next to a skip.

I took a deep breath, and finally spoke.

"Isabelle." I said, in a soft but serious tone. She shot her head up at me, the smile gone from her face the moment her eyes met the mask. She looked around and stood up, dropping the knifes and wiping her hands on her shirt.

"Wha- I- Oh." Was all she could say.
"It's okay. Are you hurt?" I asked, as she walked over to me.
"No I'm fine, they didn't touch me. Didn't give them a chance." She looked at her work and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, she beamed with pride.

"Good. I heard a scream and I could of swore it was your voice." I said, trying not to show I panicked.
"I don't scream, it was one of them." She pointed at the sea of bodies.

What a sight it was.

"I'd like to go home now." She said, sighing and stretching her mouth into a O shape, yawning.
"Of course, I'll walk you there." We began walking.
Well, I say walking. I walked, Isabelle stumbled along.

At one point, she had to stop our journey to lean against a wall. I don't know how, but I'm certain she fell asleep for about 20 seconds.

"Isabelle, Dear. I'm afraid if we don't hurry up we might get caught and have to fight again." I said, chuckling lightly as she slumped down to the floor, curling up against a bin.
"Too tired for fighting. Let's just lie down." She said, wafting her hand at me.

Taking a deep breathe and exhaling slowly, I leaned down and scooped the girl up into my arms.
"Isabelle, you have to wake up. I'm not putting you to bed whilst your soaked in blood." I said, having no trouble with carrying her.
"But-"
"Butts are for sitting." I interrupted, causing her to giggle.
"Fine, take me home and I'll bathe then sleep. On one condition." She whispered.

I waited for her to tell me what she wanted.

"You have to stay with me." She said, snuggling up to me and wrapping a slender arm around my neck.
"I-Isabelle-" It was her turn to cut me off.
"Not all night. Just until I'm asleep." I bit my lip, thinking it over in my head.

There was nothing wrong with keeping her company, she's already stayed in your bed. What harm can it do!

"Alright." I said, smiling down at her sleeping form.
It was a short walk and I walked through the door of the apartment block and up the stairs, no-one noticed and I had no energy to carry her up the fire escape. I'm not even sure if I could carry her up there with out falling or dropping her.

"Isabelle. Wake up!" I chirped in her ear as I shut her door behind me, still carrying her.
"Fine, I'm awake." She mumbled; I felt her yawn against my neck.
"V uh, you can put me down now." She said, her cheeks turning ever so pink.

Not that I could really see, under all the blood.

I placed her down on her floor and she stretched her arms above her head.
"Okay I'm gonna go in the bath, make yourself comfortable." She said with a smile and walked off to the bathroom, taking her shoes off and placing them outside her front door.

I sat down on a little sofa she had in the main room, when she peaked her head out of the bathroom and shouted to me.
"Oh and V, please help yourself to something to eat. I'll be in here a while and even If I come out and your eating, I'll warn you so I know not to come in the kitchen." I shouted a "Thank you" back to her.

She has no idea of my past, so why would she know I do not want to take my mask off?

Hm. Probably thinks I'm hiding my identity. If only she knew.

I only have 1 identity; V.