Innocence

The film finished. Hannah took out the Dvd and started hunting for it's case. The tv flickered to the news. "And News just in", it announced, Isabella watched a voice telling her, get out of there, you don't want to hear this. "A family today were brutally murdered in there home. A mother and her two children were killed in what the police describe as a barbaric killing. The father of the family, a security guard, it seems arrived home at four o'clock today, to find his wife and kids dead."

"According to sources, he committed suicide, not prepared to live with the loss of his family. We now go to our reporter on the seen" The new report continued. A picture of a security guard flashed up on the screen. Isabella screamed. It pierced the air that had become silent during the news report.

Isabella stood up quickly and rushed out the room. She ran towards him. She felt his presence. He was in the main hallway with Thierry. They were talking formalities and Thierry was just keeping his temper. Isabella charged at him screaming with all the fury she could gather. She tried to punch him, but he grabbed he wrist and snapped it at unnatural angle.

"That's the second time you've done that to me witch, and I don't appreciate it. Next time you do it I'll break your entire arm." The people started gathering around her. She tried to kick him, but he just blocked her and picked her up entirely. Her arm was still throbbing.

Thierry started forward along with Ash and another vampire. Red just waved them off saying carelessly "I'll see myself out." And he did carrying Isabella down towards the limo. He placed her inside, gently. They drove home in silence. Tears stung Isabella's eyes, but she refused to let him see. He was a monster, and what he'd done today just proved it.

He opened the door to her , but she got out the other side and ran indoors. She ran straight out to the forest. It was quiet there. She needed to think. What he'd done was her fault. 4 people should have been alive now, but she'd been late. Lost track of time. And because of that four people were dead.

She couldn't have done anything about it. That helped a little. He had planned this himself. From the moment she had been brought down, he knew. And now they were dead. Shit. And that was only half the problem. The other half was the hard one.

The other half was the fact, plain and simple fact that she did not love him any less. She hated him. But she loved him as well. That hurt.

{I hate you} she pathed to him. {I hate you} she shouted this time. {I swear to god I hate you, Oh god, I love you}. She sobbed collapsing down on the forest floor. Why her? Why her? {It's not fair}. She felt no physic reply from him. He was a selfish bastard, who only cared about her because it would leave him partially mad if she died.

Well perhaps that was the best thing. No, she would fight. Fight for daybreak. Fight for humans. Fight for the world. And that in itself would probably kill her.

Drying her tears she tried to navigate her way out of the forest. After an hour, Red appeared and led her home, to the right wing. He led her to the dining room. He left her while she ate. After she had had her fill, she explored through the doors.

She found more reception rooms, a gym, a couple of bedrooms, a annexe and in a basement a massive swimming pool. It will lit in an eerie way. She found her swim stuff that she had brought today in the female changing rooms.

Slipping into a black bikini she pulled herself into the water. It absorbed her form and she dived under the crystal clear surface. Now she saw why it was lit like it was. The light danced around her. She tried chasing it, but it moved in co-ordination with her own movements. After ½ an hour she became awear of being watched.

Harry sat in a corner on the far side of the pool, his feet hanging in the water. Isabella quickly decided it was time to leave. She went to the oppersite end of the swimming pool and got out. She knew that he would be staring intently at her arse as she did so.

"Don't you know never to swim on a full stomach?" She quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it round herself. Isabella then ran up the steps out of the basement and away from him. She bumped straight into Hilton. He did a double take when he saw her wearing just a towel.

God, Is this house full of perverts? She thought running up the main stairway and into the bedroom. She felt a prickle of amusement from Red, but blanked him. She quickly changed into something more covering. She heard a phone go and investigated where the phone was. There was one outside the main bedroom.

She answered it at the same time as a maid. "Hello?" They said in unison. "Umm, hello this is Hannah Descouedres, I was wondering is Isabella there?" Isabella replied instantly as the maid hung up. "Hi Hannah. I'm sorry for Red."

"Is your wrist alright?" Hannah asked sounding concerned. "Yeah, I'll healed it. There's a forest outback of the house. They have some good herbs. I'm alright. I want to come round again, to watch Hannibal, the sequel to Silence of the lambs. That's such a good movie, even if Ash and Rashel were giving Hannibal tips all the way through."

Both girls laughed, glad to be rid of the tension that had hung in the air before. "You want to come round tomorrow. I think Thierry's got a mission for you." Isabella replied in the affirmative, hoping Red would let her. She went back into the bedroom, after Hannah had hung up. Laying on the bed, she dreamed of lives where her soulmate was not a killer.

The dreams soon took over her sense of reality and she drifted into sleep. She awoke to pitch blackness and her soulmate holding her. Her first instinct was to runaway but the fact that his grip was like iron, she didn't try. He was looking into her mind. Pacifically at what happened at Thierry's house. She tried to block him, but he was too strong. Mentally and Physically.

She started to probe his mind. He blocked her at first, but after a minute he let her see somethings. She saw her, in a manipulated way, trying to fight him. She retreated from his mind and after he finished looking at hers he told her to sleep. She lay under the covers in the massive bed. After a while the temptation was too much and she rolled over and rested her head on his shoulder.

He opened an eye lazily and draped his arm round her small frame. He was only wearing boxer shorts. His whole top half lay above the covers in full view. It was beautiful. And so dangerous. The muscles there were so strong, they would hurt even another vampire. He was designed to kill.

She awoke again before he did. Lying softly on his shoulder. Drifting semiconsciously, from dream to reality. She then saw one that made her cry slightly. She was probing his mind without blocks and she saw something she never wanted to see. His eyes opened suddenly, he had woken to her cry and he knew she had been in his mind.

"I didn't let you in there for a good reason. Why don't you ever listen?". She was still reeling from the image. Her mind only just managed to comprehend the words. He had only shown her part of his mind, the killings, were edited, so no harm could come to her from seeing them.

But that image squashed her thoughts again. It was her, dead, with pain written across her face dying, and him helpless to do anything about it. Him helpless to save her.

He loved her. The only person whose life he valued above his own. He loved her for her innocence and ideas, her sense of right and wrong. Evil always loves innocence. Goodness, expectance. Even in the movie, Hannibal never killed people who treated him with respect.

And because of it, Red loved her. He loved her...