CHAPTER 11

"Good evening." Isis greeted the next night, walking into the kitchen already dressed and ready to go hunting.

"Morning." John and Jaden greeted, exchanging looks.

Isis halted, looking up at the ceiling corner where Jaden was sitting Indian style in the air. "Nice… when'd that happen?"

"Last night."

"Hmmm… Mark will be down soon, ya'all going into the city with us?"

"Yes!" They both shouted, neither eager to drink any more of Mark's bottled blood.

Isis grinned.

"Hey John, Hey Ja-" Mark frowned, looking around. "Where is that little trouble maker?"

"Right here." Jaden dropped down onto his shoulders, her legs hanging down his chest. "Just call me Tinkerbell cause I can fly."

"How long does it take to eat?" John asked quietly, waiting with Jaden and Mark at a corner for Isis.

"She hunts alone." Mark said, just as softly, watching the alley way she had disappeared in with sharp eyes.

Jaden leaned against a window, watching mortals walk by, some occasionally looking at the three, as if trying to figure something out only to look away, shaking their heads. She had to smile, they were so funny.

Then a specific human caught her eye. Frowning, she tried to recollect where she had seen this woman before. "John, don't we know her?"

John followed her gaze across the busy street to the woman who was standing directly under a streetlamp, staring across at the three. "Yeah… she's that woman who owns the hobby shop back in Montana." His eyes narrowed angrily. "She's one of those crazies who were going to come kill you all."

"Oh no…" Jaden whispered. "They must've followed us."

They had attracted Mark's attention by now, he was staring at the woman as well. "Well well…" He murmured.

"Think it's just her?" Jaden asked.

"Probably not."

"Um… isn't that Isis?" John's blue eyes strayed behind the woman to where Isis was walking up, right behind the shopkeeper.

Isis had recognized this woman's scent and was furious, she didn't appreciate this little zealots intruding on her family's happiness. She knew there were more then just this woman, Martha, around. "Lookin' fer me?"

Martha slowly turned around, her face going ashen. "You!" She quickly crossed herself and began praying.

"I thought we covered this already," Isis sighed, rolling her eyes. "Your god doesn't frighten me!"

Martha whimpered as Isis' hand shot out, wrapping around her thin neck, dragging her backwards into a side street, wondering why nobody thought this was strange.

"Probably cause they don't pay attention…" Isis whispered.

"You're not going to kill her are you?"

Isis looked up to find Mark, John and Jaden standing there. "Why not? She's over causin' us trouble."

"She does have a point." Jaden conceded, eyeing the woman coldly, baring her fangs when Martha started praying even louder.

Mark stepped forward, looking amused when Martha began naming different saints, calling on them for salvation. "I'm an athiest." He said almost apologetically.

"John," Martha said desperately. "You know me… you…"

"Sorry." John stepped back, holding up his hands. "I thought I knew you."

"Look what they've done to you though!" Martha cried, tears rolling down her face and off her quivering chin. "They've made you into… into one of them!"

"Yeah, so?" He shrugged.

"You're a monster!"

John's face hardened, the first true sign of anger he had ever really shown, his eyes tinting red. "A monster? Let me fill you in on a little secret, every night I'm out here doing what I do, these people are a little safer for it. The true monsters are the ones I feed off of."

"Spawn of the devil…" Martha whispered, none of his words affecting her.

"Ah hell… kill her."

"I intended on it." Isis smiled, licking her lips. "The rest of the gang is here too and them sonbitches know where we live."

"What's a vampire gotta do to get a little peace?" Jaden joked, almost taking pity on the poor mortal in front of her. Almost.

"Yea though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow Of Death…"

Isis sneered. "She's takin' the fun outta this."

Mark watched Isis quietly, seeing for the first time how cruel she actually was.

"I will fear no evil." Isis was mocking Martha, crossing herself before reaching out and pulling Martha towards her. "You ready to meet your maker?" She whispered.

"Sweet Jesus…" Martha gasped, watching as Isis' eyes turned blood red and her fangs grew even longer.

"Mmm… you the sweet right…" Isis breathed, inclining her head towards her victim.

Martha went rigid went she felt the two dagger like teeth pierce her throat, unable to say anything as she felt her life being literally sucked away. Finally she closed her eyes, going limp in her killer's arms.

Isis moaned in ecstasy, swallowing draught after draught of rich, sweet blood. She only pulled away when there was barely any left, letting Martha's body drop to the ground. After taking a moment to clear her head, she raised her foot and brought it down on the dead woman's neck, crushing it.

She turned to find Jaden watching with raised eyebrows, John looking mildly alarmed and Mark, Mark was blank faced. She tried to read his mind only to find a wall. Her eyes narrowed. "What?"

"That was… a bit much, don't you think?" Jaden asked slowly.

Isis shrugged, looking at the corpse. "Not really, she deserved it."

Isis was all for hunting down the rest of the zealots that very night, preferring to clear out the city as soon as possible.

Jaden agreed, looking forward to some open sky flying. John was game as well, thinking this would be a good way to end his boredom streak. Mark remained silent on the whole issue though he followed when they began the hunt.

"All right, I'm off. Isis, you can keep me in touch." Jaden said, concentrating for a moment before disappearing in the night sky.

[Keep away from airplanes if you please.]

[Of course, I prefer not to be a bug on somebody's windshield it it's all the same.]

"Jaden's good," Isis announced, looking at the guys. "We ready to go hunting?"

"Hell yeah." John grinned, looking rather feral.

Mark just nodded.

Isis frowned slightly, having noticed his sudden quietness but shrugged it off, instead gearing herself up. She realized this was the sort of thing she had been needing for awhile. A good hunt.

[So where the hell am I looking?]

Isis winced at the volume. [Tone it down girl, I ain't deaf… yet.]

[Sorry, wind is rushing by and it's hard for me to hear my own thoughts.]

[Head south, I'll let you know when I can hear them…]

[All right…]

Isis was silent as she led the way, occasionally getting a brief message from Jaden, normally along the lines of 'flying is so fucking cool!', which made her slightly jealous, but… She grinned, sending a mental of John walking in front of her, making sure Jaden got a nice view of his ass.

[Don't be all up on my man now woman!]

Isis started laughing. [Just thought I'd let ya know what yer missing.]

[Hmm… you have no idea.]

It was another ten or twenty minutes before Isis halted, gazing up at some cheap motel. "This is the place." She murmured, quickly relaying the location to Jaden.

Jaden grinned, turning around and heading back towards the motel. She loved this new… mutation… for lack of better term, that and saying power would be like calling herself an X-Men or something. She loved the feel of the wind in her hair, though it did sting her eyes somewhat.

Though when she seen what was coming at her, she changed her mind about flying altogether.

"HOLY SHIT!"