Izzy watched the boisterous crowd jostling themselves around the carnival hollowly. No emotion ran through her mind as she stood up from the bench and advanced towards a small group of young teenage girls standing around a whack-a-mole game station. Standing silently behind them for some time, she watched the rhythmic appearances and disappearances of the purple plastic mole, and one of the girls feebly trying to smash the violet creature on its head. She missed frequently. Izzy hated this part of what she had to do to survive. Their faces looked like hers when she tore their flesh away from their throats, skulls, and occasionally, depending on how deep her bloodlust was running, their chests. The girls seemed oblivious to her very presence until one of them glanced behind herself. She was probably around fourteen, but then again Izzy was appalling at guessing people's ages, so she could have been twelve or so or maybe fifteen, but it didn't really matter. It wouldn't matter once she shepherded them into a nice, quiet place. It wouldn't matter then, so it shouldn't matter now.
"Are you in line?" Izzy was politely questioned by the center girl who was holding the hammer limply at her side.
"No. I'm just watching." She replied equally politely, and then she could find herself second-guessing what she was about to do.
"Oh, well that's okay, we're done anyways." Another girl responded quickly, her eyes wide.
"So soon? You were just getting warmed up, here, try it again." Isabelle handed the girl in the center a dime and gestured for her to put it in the slot and continue on in her game.
"No, no it's okay you don't need to-"
"Please play. You were getting so good…."
The girl fidgeted and looked nervously at Isabelle, a look of deep unease in her eyes. She screwed up her face and turned around, slowly inserting the coin and attempting yet again to smash the plastic figures. Her hand was trembling as she slammed down the hammer over and over again. One of the girls was looking past her towards a Ferris wheel full of couples. Isabelle turned around casually to see the young girl look at a figure a little bit farther away from the wheel. David. David was watching them intensely, a small, sly smile upon his currently human features.
"Hey. Who are you watching?" Isabelle used a friendly and slightly teasing voice for the young girl, who turned pink and quickly looked away. "Are you looking at him?"
"At who?" the girl was pretending, and that was slightly tiresome.
"At him. That person near the wheel, that's who." Isabelle smiled.
"I don't see who you are talking about. I got to get going now, bye guys."
Isabelle caught the girl by the arm with a stronger than normal grip and pulled her gently back to where she was standing.
"He's gorgeous isn't he?" Isabelle was grinning now. David was watching them with the same smile she knew and hated so much, for he used it when being seductive with humans. "He's checking you out! Go up to him, don't let this opportunity slip away, go on, Go!"
"He's not checking me out. I'm much too young anyways; he's probably looking right behind us. I got to go."
"Talking to him won't kill you." Isabelle almost cried/laughed at her own statement, because talking to him or to her would get you killed.
"Oh Jamie, he is gorgeous! She's right, go talk to him, go talk to him!" one of the other girls squealed. The last girl had given up the Whack-a-mole game and was watching David as well, but the unsettled look was still quite evident.
The other girl shoved Jamie forwards and ushered her friend on as she walked to, unknowingly, her death. Isabelle watched as Jamie eventually reached David, just to make sure that she had gotten there without bolting suddenly.
"He is so gorgeous." The other girl kept on murmuring to herself excitedly. "He is so gorgeous."
Isabelle watched as David turned his attention from them to the girl in front of him.
"Come on. We'll check up on her later on, let's go eat something. I'm starving." Isabelle walked away into the dense crowd and gestured in a pleasant sense for the other girls to come too. They followed, one dreamily and the other in a state of high anxiety.
They stopped at a cotton candy vendor and Isabelle bought them each a cone of the sweet smelling chemically goodness. Having never had eating it, she didn't really feel as if she was missing out on the food, and the satisfied quiet emanating from the two girls who were happily eating the floss, well, at least one of them was, made her concentrate on other affairs entirely.
The two girls were following Isabelle away from the crowds and the carnival itself and onto the windy beach. Isabelle's hair was blown away from her face, which was currently smiling, but her eyes told a different story. Her eyes told of the starvation she felt, of the disgust and of the self-loathing she experienced. Of the burning desire to murder and drink the fresh corpses dry of all their blood. Of the glee she felt, and of the exhilaration of leading her prey to their deaths. They followed her across the rocky beach, so far that the carnival began to just be a speck of light in the distance.
"Where are we going?" the once-giddy girl asked Isabelle. Isabelle stopped walking and sat down on a rock.
"We're going here. It's just so beautiful here. Don't you think?"
"Um, I guess it is."
"It is." Isabelle said this much more forcefully than she had meant to. "Sit down, we'll only be here for a little bit. Rest before we head back."
Isabelle stood up when they sat down, and she stood facing them blankly. Her eyeteeth were burning with impatience, and her whole mouth was full of excited energy. There was no warning. One minute, the nervous girl was sitting on a rock, the next minute, she was on the ground screaming with terror and pain. Tears were streaming down Isabelle's pale face as she laughed and drank and became euphoric and horrified with it all. The other girl was screaming as well as she ran down the grassy side of the beach as fast as she could manage, but she was not her main focus of the night, the bleeding girl in her arms was. Nothing else existed except for the blood, and Isabelle.