A/N: I know, its been forever since I have written for this story, sorry to all you who have been waiting for so long, here is FINALLY FINALLY the second chapter…! R&R
Isis jerked away in disgust, looking at her arm like it was poison to her, unknown.
What just happened was forbidden to her, nothing like this was ever supposed to happen, never, as long as she lived would she have wanted this is happen.
The boy looked shocked too, shocked and horrified at the same time.
"What are you?" He asked in confusion, tilting his head to the side.
Not who are you, Isis though, but what are you.
"I am hell, and you are unfortunate to encounter me under any circumstances," she said, smiling a wicked grin.
The boy however, did not looked frightened he only stood on the gravel, twirling his keys on his index finger and staring at Isis, all traces of horror gone, and left in its place curiosity.
"What did you do to me?" He asked, keeping a level gaze.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Isis growled, annoyed that she was carrying on a conversation with a vermin.
I can't touch him again, she thought, it will happen again, it will happen all over.
Isis stared at him intently in the eyes. "Forget this night."
The boy slumped against the fence and fell into a deep sleep, one he would walk up from in less than an hour.
With no more than a disgusted look Isis stole away into the night, hunting her next prey.
* * *
Justine paced the empty warehouse nervously, trying not to wake Duke who was still sound asleep….even thought it was almost twelve in the afternoon.
There had been no traces of Isis since she woke up and she had figured that she had gone in the night. Isis was usually like this, she would leave for days sometimes weeks before returning, other times it was for minutes, sometimes hours, and so Justine knew she shouldn't be worried but she….felt something. Something wasn't right.
"Duke," Justine said, walking over to the couch that served as Dukes bed. "Duke get up," she said more forcefully. She kicked the coach as hard as she could, and still nothing.
Finally, Justine decided that she had to use something else to get Duke up ---- magic. Smiling a secret smile she put her hands together and closed her eyes. This was one of the simple spell all witches learn, one that did not require any herbs or magical spell books.
She closed her eyes and concentrated, radiating all of her energy into the palms of her hands, forcing her mind to expand out and spark….
Her palms began to heat up and she felt the familiar feeling of magic running through her veins…when she opened her eyes she held a little spark of fire in her palms that were cupped together to keep the flame in. She didn't want to burn Duke to a crisp, just startle him enough to jump off the coach.
With a surge of energy she blasted the tiny little spark of fire onto Dukes right leg. As soon as it made contact with his flesh he bolted up from the coach, howling in pain and jumping around the room, cursing.
Justine couldn't control herself and started giggling as Duke gave her a stern look.
"What was that for?" He cried, sitting back down on the coach.
"It's Isis, I'm worried about her," Justine replied as she started to pace the room again.
Duke rolled his eyes and any concern he had for the situation melted from his face.
"Come on Justine, you know Isis, she'll be back when she wants to be back.
He mumbled something else Justine couldn't understand before laying back down again.
"Don't make me throw a fireball at you," Justine threatened, placing her perfectly manicured hands on her hips.
"Ughhh," Duke moaned, getting up, "you owe me from this."
"I don't owe you anything, now get your butt out that door and find Isis!" Justine growled, getting upset, and Justine was not one to get upset with anyone.
As Duke turned around to go out and hunt for Isis he rolled his eyes, making sure Justine couldn't see.
* * *
Duke had been running through the dense forest for almost two hours. He held up his nose once more to try and sniff Isis out. His fur was blowing in the slight breeze and his sharp nails extending out of his paws dug into the dirt with frustration. He howled up into the air, knowing no human would be able to hear him from this far away.
The warehouse was situated deep inside an old forest, and Duke was miles from it and still no signs of Isis, yet he smelled her scent so strongly….she had left a confusing trail, it winded through the forest in odd patterns and at some point there had been trees knocked over, bushes ripped apart, if he didn't have such a strong nose he was sure he would have still been able to find her somehow, the path of destruction was bound to lead to her.
The particular tree he was at held her scent the strongest and he ran, his four legs giving him extra speed and soon he had broken through the dense forest and was in a wide clearing….with Isis sitting against a tree in the middle of it.
She did not acknowledge the fact that he was there, instead she stared blankly ahead looking confused…an expression Isis never had on her face. But deep inside the confusion Duke saw hatred and anger. For someone else? Or for herself?
Duke let his werewolf form fade away and he approached Isis as a man.
"Isis?" He asked no hint of teasing or sarcasm in his tone.
That's when Isis snapped out of her blank stare. Like she had been in a different world and now she was back. At that moment she saw that Duke was with her and she jerked up from her sitting position, all types of emotions gone from her face and in its place her hard mask.
"What are you doing here?" She hissed, taking steps away from Duke.
"Justine sent me out to look for her, she was worried," Duke replied.
"Well, don't, I'm fine, as you can see," Isis cried. She couldn't let him or Justine know about what had happened to her last night, it had to be forever kept a secret.
Isis thought she had been fine when she had erased the vermin's memory but in her uncontrollable rage that night she had ran at an impossible speed through the forest, ripping at anything she could get her hands on and screaming the loudest she could, before, in a daze, she had found herself in this clearing, and now Duke was suddenly looking at her with worry written all over his face.
"Isis, are you okay?" Duke asked, frown lines appearing on his forehead.
For a second Isis was genuinely touched that Duke actually cared about her ---- but it had only been for one second.
"I…I just have to be alone for a while…tell Justine I'm fine…I just have to…I'll ne back soon," Isis mumbled, surprised at herself. She was never like this, never in her life had she stumbled across something she could not handle, and never had she had a situation in which she was terrified, never. She was Isis, all powerful, all knowing, she was hell and no one should be happy to encounter her under any circumstances.
But now? Her world has tilted and her thoughts were jumbled up.
"Isis are you…" Duke started but he was quickly cut off.
"Just tell Justine I'm fine and I'll see her soon."
That was the last thing Isis said before she disappeared into the forest.