Chapter 9! I think I'm just about half way through now. This chapter is a bit short but I needed the cliffhanger so I couldn't join two chapters up. It includes an idea that ive been thinking about for a while but have been yet to find a character to pull it off... until now. Enjoy!

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Chapter 9: No Greater Feeling

13th May 1619

Izzy had never exactly been a fan of hunting when she was alive but even she had to admit, that watching Hal hunt was truly something to marvel over. Of course, his quarry wasn't boar or deer and he didn't do it in a forrest, it was people and he hunted in plain sight.

Tonight it was one of the servants, a girl named Eleanor, she was only fourteen, too young, Izzy thought but she knew it couldn't be helped, when Hal had chosen his feast then there was no stopping him. Gone were the days when she had been disgusted by what Hal did, she wasn't even squeamish anymore. She understood that he was a vampire and vampires drank blood. This wasn't to say that she had forgotten about Lady Jane Mawer, the dry vampire, but Izzy had sat in on everyone of Hal's "meals" since the Old Ones had left and the look of ecstasy on his face when he fed… there truly must be no greater feeling. The curiosity that had burned in her since the Old One's visit had become almost unbearable.

Izzy watched as Hal enticed a giggling Eleanor into a spare room, he wasn't going to take her back to his, it had already been redecorated too many times. Izzy couldn't help but think about how incredibly stupid these girls were, how they didn't see the threats in his compliments, the hunger behind his charm. Then she reminded herself, she had fallen for it too.

When Eleanor's ghost appeared, Izzy told her to avert her gaze from Hal and watched as she passed through her door. This was the other reason why she watched him kill: so she could help the ghost. She remembered how she had felt in the moments after her death, how confused she had been, she wished that someone had been there to explain it to her. And that, in a way, made the killing bearable, the fact that she was helping them, that they were going somewhere else, somewhere better, and they weren't stuck here like her. Although, being stuck here wasn't shaping up to be a particularly bad thing.

When the door closed and vanished Izzy turned back to Hal. He was still feeding, completely oblivious to anything that had just happened, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Izzy's hand twitched, she had just had an idea. Surely Hal wouldn't mind, he probably wouldn't even remember in the morning. She had been so curious and it had been so long since she had felt anything, especially something that felt as good as that clearly did. Surely a taste couldn't hurt.

When Hal awoke the following morning, Izzy was asleep on the bed beside him. Asleep. He didn't think ghosts could sleep, not properly at least. But there she was, eyes closed, deep breathing, peaceful. Something was wrong.

He sat up and called her name, snapping his fingers in front of her face. He had heard of ghosts feeling tired just before they faded and he didn't want her to fade. He was surprised at his concern, he hadn't felt concerned for someone over than himself in a long tim but he had grown accustomed to her presence, even when he was hunting it was somehow comforting to know that she was there. He didn't understand it.

She stirred. Her eyes flicked open and she smiled, lazily.

'Good morning' she sighed then rolled over and fell straight off the bed. Hal heard what sounded like drunken giggles coming from the floor. He got up, frowning, something strange was definitely going on.

'Izzy, are you alright?'

'Course I am.' she replied, getting to her feet, still giggling. 'Never better.' At this point she slipped in some of the remanence of...what was her name? Elizabeth? No. Elsie? No. Eleanor! That was it!

With his supernatural reflexes Hal reached out and grabbed Izzy's arm before she fell flat on her face. He looked into her eyes and found more reason to frown. They were black. Not the complete black orbs of a vampire but the sea green of her iris had vanished, to be replaced with darkness. It was like she had just fed, but that was impossible, wasn't it?

'Izzy, what's happened?'

She sighed. 'Okay, confession time. So you remember Richard?' she was slurring her words slightly and pacing, restlessly although careful to avoid the mess of congealed blood and body parts on the floor.

'That ghost who tried to kill me?'

'Yeah, well he taught me some… ghosty tricks, and one of them was how to taste.' Hal was puzzled. It must have shown on his face. 'so, basically,' Izzy explained, animatedly, 'if a ghost touches a person with a body and concentrates, then the ghost can feel what the person is feeling. It's quite fun actually. Anyway, last night, while you were "having fun" I saw Eleanor through her door and then… I may have…'

Hal watched her for a bit, cogs turning in his head while he put two and two together. 'Izzy, are you saying that you… tasted the blood through me?'

She nodded. 'Are you angry?'

Hal nearly laughed, she clearly was blood drunk, the Izzy he knew would never have shown such concern like this.

'No,' he replied, 'I just didn't know that ghosts could do th-'

'Is this how you feel all the time?' Izzy interrupted, she had obviously been wanting to ask him this since she woke up. 'Because, if it is, then you are completely forgiven for killing me and Maggie and anyone else because this… I feel amazing, I-I haven't felt anything in so long, apart from the occasional beer from a human in The Blood Barrel, I feel powerful, like I could do anything, like I could walk on water or move mountains. I feel like I could fly. And I feel like I want to do it again.'

Hal watched Izzy all through her speech, he remembered his first time, the sensation, feeling powerful, indestructible. He remembered Charles saying that Izzy was like a recruit, she really was living up to that description. She had the hunger now and in order to settle it she needed him, it was nice to be needed.

Once again, I'm sorry it's a bit short.

A few chapters ago I asked the question 'to Hizzy or not to Hizzy?' since then i have decided not to but I just thought id let you know that if I had decided to go ahead with it, then this chapter is where it would have happened, when Izzy was completely off her head, although I think they would have encountered a similar problem to Annie and Mitchell.

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