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"I was sitting on top of a building, but I can't give you the name of the city or the exact place…," Isabel started her story. However, I do know it was in Germany. I was listening to the people that came and went, but one particular voice caught my attention. There was a woman, and she was telling her son a story about goblins and the way they come and take away bad children. I jumped on to the roof of the house and listened. She told the tale of a Goblin King, and how when someone said the right words, his goblins would come and take the child away from said person. Besides, he would erase the memory of every person who knew the child and turn it into a goblin. The boy stared to wail and beg its mom not to say the words.
Of course, this made me laugh. I scoffed, 'goblins, ha, I think I'd meet a Nephilim before a goblin.' Oh God, I was so wrong. So, so, so, so, wrong." Isabel's face showed no other emotion but shame. If they only knew that was the only memory of her actually feeling fear at the hands of another (other than her father!). Don't get me wrong, she had felt fear, but nothing as immobilizing as the Goblin King's anger.
"I learned that night that to scoff at the Goblin King was to ask the Grim Reaper to waltz. I had said the right words and was ambushed by a bunch of goblins and was brought to the Castle beyond the Goblin City, in the land of Fae, called Underground. Under normal circumstances, I would have been allowed to run his labyrinth for my freedom, but I was considered unholy. It was an automatic death sentence. If it weren't for my friend in high place to vouch for me, I wouldn't be here. I'd be sealed away. Thus, I had to work for him. He took my talents with combat and helped me hone them. I was under his service for 200 years. During that time, I saw 3 wars and gained a lot of power… Still, I don't have control over it, but I can suppress it, so it's not a danger," she reassured them.
"I came back around 1900, after finishing my service. I thought I would get back to my life before being taken to Underground, but the world had changed so much and I hadn't been there to experience it. I was almost tempted to go back."
"What happened?" asked Seras, catching Isabel off guard.
Isabel frowned and analyzed the new listener. "When did you get here?" she countered.
"Waltz with the Grim Reaper," she smiled and let out a chuckle under Isabel's hateful gaze.
"I was offered a job with the newly formed U.S.A. government." Isabel said nothing more; she just sat there in silence, and a nervous look on her face.
"Well, what happen to the bloody story you were supposed to tell us?" Integra said impatiently.
"We have kiddies in the room", Isabel said nervously as she threw her nose in the air. Seras looked offended. She did not like sharing her life story but she did not want to lose what she had here.
"Miss. Isabel how did you get involved the the U.S Goverment?" This time it was Walter's turn to ask a question.
"Another story for another time!" she somewhat yelled and stood up.
"Well aren't you going to tell us the Goblin King's Name?" Seras asked what she thought was an innocent question. Apparently, it wasn't. If anyone had the talent to kill with their looks, Isabel looked like she had had it in spades. The silence in the room was thick, until Alucard got a meaningful look in his eyes and a smirk on his face that told everyone in the room he was about to do something bad.
"Don't you dare!" Isabel hissed, figuring out what he was planning.
"Why not? If master wants to know something, and I have the knowledge… why shouldn't I tell her?" Alucard's smirk only grew.
"Because if you say his name, he will come and I don't feel like dealing with his arrogant ass right now!" Isabel regretted giving him that knowledge, for as soon as she said it she knew this would be his revenge. If only she had been more careful and kept him out of her mind!
"Jareth"
As soon as he said it, she wanted to shrink him down to a size where she could fit him inside a snow globe and shake it until he could no longer say something. Lighting flashed, and the wind blew so hard that the glass windows shook. One of the windows burst open with a 'whosh' and a burst of glitter. An owl entered and transformed in to a man with wild blond hair and incredibly tight pants.
"So you were the one talking about me?" Jareth smirked as he leaned against the wall. Isabel sat back down knowing that this was going to be a long night.
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