Jasper POV:

WARNING: Some parts in this MIGHT be disturping for VERY weak stomachs!

"Your kiddin'." I asked, terrified. I knew from the emotions she was sending of everything she had said was genuine.

"I don't lie, Jasper. You of all people know that."

I sat there, unable to move. Shocked. I had never felt so much fear. So much awe. Such a power… isn't a gift. It's a curse. Worse then immortality. Worse then the damned life all live.

We sat there, in unusual silence as I proceeded what she said.

Finally I was able to speak. "You wanted us to chase down and drag her back here?! How in God's name did you expect us to do that?!"

She sighed. "Your Jasper fucking Whitlock, God of war and empath. I don't know. Use your imagination for it seems I lack in that department."

"What's the story? The full story." I asked after a few more minutes.

"Maria and I found her. She was wondering around the forest lost. She wasn't a newborn so Maria and I instantly thought she was a threat and tried to destroy her… as you can guess, that didn't work. Fuck her power! Anyway, we managed to persuade her to come to the camp. She was more then willing, not really knowing what else she could do. Her being mute made things difficult. She couldn't write or sign so it only made things harder. The only way we knew her name was by her necklace. After awhile, Eliza became restless. She was more ruthless in her killings, she made us proud... That is, until she started killing newborns off. No idea why. Maria confronted her about it. Eliza got angry at Maria and attacked her. It was a short battle with Eliza victorious. After that, Eliza fled. God knows where. After three years of loyalty she just vanished into thin air. I curse her inability to speak, if she had been able to do so then maybe I could have discovered her hiding places multiple times. We've tried to capture her many times since then, but to no avail. You can assume why."

I nodded. I was surprised that was all there was to the story.

"Lieutenant!" I heard her wanton bird, Derek call.

We turned to the opening and Derek walked in with a human male slung over his shoulder. I held my breath as soon as the smell of his blood hit my nose. Pearlie's eyes went pitch black with hunger and I can only assume mine were the exact same.

"What's that filthy human doing here?" she asked, annoyed.

"He was attacked and fed from by Eliza."

That peeked her interest. "What?!" she rushed towards the human and snatched him from Derek's arms. She carelessly dumped him next to me on the only bed… which happened to be a single.

She caressed his cheek lovingly but her emotions showed nothing of the sorts. "Who did this to you?" she asked him, her tone caring. I almost believed it. Almost. She glanced at Derek sideways and spoke to low for the human to hear. "Why isn't he turning? You said she fed from him."

"I sucked the venom out."

Her curiosity added, but the human started speaking. "Some demon woman… and an even more devilish man."

I could tell from Pearlie's emotions she really wanted to know more about the male vampire with Telekinesis but she refrains from asking.

"What were they?"

"Not human."

"Where did they go?" Pearlie asked, slowly drawing closer to his face to get better hearing since he was hardly mumbling.

The human mans eyes suddenly widened. His emotions were of recognition. "Your one of them!" he stammered trying to jump from the bed to escape.

Pearlie growled and pushed him back onto the bed mercilessly, his blood splattering on the bed sheets. "Tell me! What direction did they go?!" Pearlie asked, her temper lost.

"So you can regroup with those demons? Never!" the man yelled, spitting in her face.

Pearlie's eyes went darker if even possible and her eyes became the most inhumane thing I had ever seen. She smiled sickly and chuckled. "Then I guess I'll persuade you, then."

She grabbed his left hand and traced her fingers over his. "This little piggy went to the market---" She said, ripping of the nail from his thumb. He screamed in agony. "---This little piggy stayed home---" she sung, pulling off the next one, earning even more screams. "---This little piggy had roast beef---" another finger. Another scream. "---This little piggy had none---" the process continued. The man was in tears now, crying like a waterfall. "---And this little piggy went wee wee wee----!" she trailed off singing, ripping his final pinkie nail off and dragging it across his neck. She then used his pinkie and sliced his neck, shallow so he wont die, but enough to make him scream bloody murder. "---All the way home!" She sang gleefully.

"Ready to talk yet?!" She yelled, her playfulness suddenly gone.

He nodded his head viciously.

"Good." She smiled. "Where?"

"They headed towards the small town about a few hundred miles from here."

She cut another slice in his neck with the same nail, earning another set of screams. "Which town? Be more specific, you worthless cattle." she hissed.

"North-west." he choked out.

"That's all the information you have?" She asked sweetly.

He nodded, exhausted.

She smiled and turned to Derek. "Feed him to the newborns." she said loud enough for the human man to hear.

The man was suddenly not so asleep anymore. "Newborns? As in babies? Feed me them?! That's disgusting!"

Pearlie laughed sadistically. "You'll find out soon. Things aren't always what they seem."

With that, she throw him off the bed and into Derek's arms, who took him out to the newborns that hungrily awaited.

This was the lenient Pearlie. The man got off easy.