Theo left Isabel's apartment, returning to his office for half two to make sure that he was back in time for the daily delivery of his departments paperwork, using his spare time to give his office a quick tidy up.
Chuckling to himself he mused over what happen in Isabel's apartment, especial cute she became when she begrudgingly give into him, and let him look after her, eating and drinking what he brought her and promising to get some rest. There was just something about her that made him feel almost protective over her, even if she was twice his age, completely outranked and not to mention could probably put him through the ground at full strength.
It seems when it comes to Isabel, he, Theodore Warren, was going soft...
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Isabel just lay her bed, glaring at the ceiling and grumpily grumbling about the annoyance that had just left... him and his damn persistence on treating her like a damn invalid! Pretty much ordering her to stay in bed under threat of being forced to stay home for the rest of the week and announce that he would be back to check on her whenever he next took a break to make sure she was doing as she was told.
She moodily turning on her side, thumping her pillow into shape a little too aggressively then needed before closing her eyes, out of necessitate rather when willingness to follow bossy bear's orders. Relaxing into a dream of finding a wand and turning Theo into teddy bear with a stitched up mouth...
Well until she reacted a deeper sleep that is, when her memories played havoc with her dreams, much like they always did when she was suffering weakness from her still healing wounds.
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Upon awakening, Isabel's eyes scanned the room for the time, finding it had gone past 11, meaning she had been out for at least 8 hours, which was backed up by the grumbling in her stomach. Pulling herself out of bed, she headed into the bathroom, her body grumbling as she bent over the bathtub, turning on the taps, sorting out all the toiletries she required, setting them out and taking a seat on the side of the bath watching it fill up.
Once filled, she undressed, slipping into the hot water with a sigh, relaxing and closing her eyes, letting the water soothe her pained, aching body, troubled mind and heavy heart.
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Feeling a presence enter her apartment, she begrudgingly pulled herself out of the soothing waters of bathtub, wrapping herself with a towel, ringing out her hair to stop it leaving drip trails. A first she thought it was just Theo, back to mollycoddle her some more, but as she closed in, she realised that it was eerily familiar...
It wasn't until the being slammed her into the wall, she finally came to grips with who it belonged... Matthew, someone that she just knew would come back to taught her after she allowed her weakness for him cloud her judgement upon finally capturing him.
He pinned her to the wall with his body, holding her wrists over her head with one hand while the other slipped behind her, firmly resting on the small of her back. "Still as gorgeous as ever I see" he purred into her neck, fangs grazing her jugular, making her shudder.
Opening her mouth in effort to make a snappy come back, but no words would come... she cursed him for knowing exactly what to do to leaving her absolutely helpless in his grip...
"See not everything about me has changed" he purred, kissing her neck "I'll give you one more chance, come with me... leave this place, and we can truly be together forever" he proposed, nuzzling her softly.
"My answer has not changed either, I can't be with someone that could killing their friends so thoughtlessly and for their own selfish purposes..."
Matthew moved so they were nose to nose "You and your damn morals, if you had just surrendered we wouldn't have to have tore into you like we did, and you wouldn't have to suffer like this..." he stated simply, reaching out and stroking her cheek gently.
Isabel's lip curled in anger, as she moved far as she could from his hand "And what allowed you to massacre all those unsuspecting innocents? I think not, they may have been lazy, incompetent at times and infuriating, none of them deserved to die like that!" she retorted sharply back at him.
"They are hardly innocents, these so called 'death gods' look down upon humans, even though most of them used to be humans... they think themselves above judgement... they disgust me so deeply" He replied, his words dripping with contempt and loathing.
"Then why are you here, if my kind disgusts you so deeply? Why come back for me?"
"You are different... you are one of the very few, that has remained humble... brilliant, beautiful, empathetic you." he purred,
"Do you really think that little of me, that you expect me to willingly follow you after a few strings of flowery words? You made your choice Matthew, as I have made mine..."
"it really does seem a shame to have to watch you slowly die..." he whispered stroking her face, his hand gliding down her neck, over her shoulder before he scored across her chest with his long nails, drawing fine lines of blood on her pale skin. He lapped the blood tentatively "I see... you are hiding the true secret of your survive, and here I was thinking that you kept yourself alive by your stubbornness alone."
"I had no choice, my healers did what was necessary to keep me alive until the neighbouring branch arrived to patch up my less life threatening wounds."
"Obviously those healers had nothing to do with the reapers, otherwise they would have executed you after they had finished with you."
"I know nothing of them, apart from them being a neutral group that come across the scene before the reapers came to clean up your band of demons and your mess, investigating the attack on headquarters and eventually your betrayal." she shrugged nonchalantly, well as much as she could under his hold that is.
"I think I know who you mean, and it seems likely that they wouldn't discriminate against what parts they use to revive you, even if that so happens to be demon." he mused thoughtfully, "You have demon blood running through your veins, begging for blood and that's why you keep getting sick, isn't it? Come with me... let me show you how to deal with it..."
"Never... I would rather suffer, then have to rely on you!" she spat angrily at him, "if you really cared about whether I lived or died you would never tried so damn hard to kill me! Stop toying with me!"
"You denied me, so of course I'm going to try to kill you, I got myself into the 'if I can't have you, no one else can', very clichés but alas my mind wasn't exactly working at full velocity back then." he explained, as a wicked grin pulled at his lips as he pinned her to the wall with his body "Oh love, believe me, I've only just started to toy with you..."
"Back off... or I swear I'll..." she growled, just to be silenced by his thumb pressed to her lips...
"Or you'll what? Pout those delicious lips at me some more?" he purred, forcible taking her lips stealing a rough kiss "You should know by now you can't defeat me, I'm far too strong for even you to achieve such a feat"
"Bastard..." she growled, before head butting him as hard as she could muster...
Matthew sighed deeply "need I teach you a lesson love? So you come to realise that no one here will ever understand you... what about I leave you to bleed out, so you attack that grey hair manager next time he comes to visit?"
"I dare you, for if you do that I will not refrain from ripping you apart with my bare hands..." she threatening, baring once hidden fangs...
"A risk I am willing to take to make you come around to my way of thinking" he purred, licking her neck "and your fangs are showing, meaning your starting to how you true colours darling... it only take a little blood letting to reveal the rest." he added slowing cutting into the flesh of her under arms with a finger nail...
Isabel hissed as her struggles where refreshed in effort to get her sensitive flesh away from his razor sharp claws... fear starting to grip her at the concept of loosing control to the blood of the beast used to save her life, with the repercussions of cursing every breath that it inspired her lungs to take.
Smirking at her, he repeated the action on her other arm, licking her blood of his fingers before moving down, cutting across her cheek, across her shoulders, the top of her chest, cutting into each section of flesh careful, only creating superficial damage. Well that was until he started to get impatient, it was taking too long for the blood escape, he wanted her to be his right now! His slave, his companion, his lover, his equal, just like how they used to be. His desire unfurled as he slashing her stomach and thighs deeply just to get it other with...
She clenched her fists, feeling as her blood pumped through her damaged veins, the hot liquid rolling over her skin, dripping onto the tatter towel, that was still held on by the pressure of the wall on her back, and creating small pools on the wooden floor.
Deep within the dark recesses of her mind, the mental padlock of iron cage holding the beast within shattered, leaving the swing open of it's own occurred... the beast snarling, and sniffing the air before lunging into the freedom...
Her body started to weaken, all the muscles that had tensed in his sudden appearance going limp, the only reason she was still in place was due to Matthew's body pinning her there. The moment he stepped back to fully witness the extent of what he had done, she fell forward, crumpling on the floor, greatly hushed, faint whimpers leaving her lips.
Unbeknown by the otherwise occupied duo, their little gathering was no longer private as someone had entered the room, but it wasn't until he made his move did he attract the attention of either of the present party.
Theo quickly went onto the offensive, knocking Matthew away from Isabel and forcing himself between attacker and victim, "touch her again, I will cut off the offending appendage..." he growled, summoning his scythe and pointing the tip at Matt's throat, his sharp eyes watching his every move.
Matthew raised an eyebrow as he eyed the blade momentarily before smirking "aww ain't you a brave little fuzzy soul~" he stated patronizingly, "but I really ain't the one you should be worried about right now, when my darling fiancé awakens"
Theo tilted his head "Fiancé?" he questioned, his eyes widening...
Matt's smirk grew "did you actually think she was into you?" he asked, with a slight contradictory tone... crossing his arm smugly.
"Well... I..." he mumbled looking at the ground, his grip on his blade faltering slightly...
Meanwhile, the change gripped onto Isabel body, the recycled limbs starting to react, the skin fading to it's original dark grey... her left arm flexing uncontrollable, her nails leaving groves in the wood work, her torso jerking, the tremors moving down her legs and her right Sclere* turning black as the iris swirled into a bright gold.
Animalistic growls coming from her lips as beast forcibly took over the controls, taking back what was giving to it by it's kin, and clawing it's way up to her feet, gripping onto the wall.
"Hello love" Matthew purred,
Isabel glared through her lose hanging hair at him, her demonic iris glowing as her lip curled, flashing sharp looking, double fangs, snarling back at him.
Theo looked back, his eyes widening as his eyes locked onto her, receiving at blank angry stare, and a dismissive shove out of the way, his scythe was sent clattering to the floor and narrowly escaping the fate himself by securing his footing at the last moment.
Licking her fangs she eyed up Matthew like a tasty little morsel that she just couldn't wait to devour, "Traitor..." that single word emerged from her lips as a throaty growl...
"But I did it for us love, you even said it yourself that the reapers are oppressive and judgemental... so I destroyed them along with our shackles, we could have been free and together forever, we still can"
"Silence... ignorant child!" she snapped, grabbing his throat with a precise, viper like strike, slowly crushing his windpipe in her unforgiving grip "Worthless... greedy and... self obsessed... lump of flesh..."
"Please... Melaine " Matthew choked, grabbing her wrist with both hands "Don't do this... I just want you by my side..."
She snarled pulling out a dagger, shoving it through the soft flesh behind the jaw bone and twist it, shutting him up, "dinner was no right to speak" she growled, before letting go of his neck and yanking his head forcefully to the left and biting his neck, viciously ripping into the flesh...
Matthew fought hard to free himself, shoving her off him, sacrificing a considerable chuck of flesh for his freedom, and stumbling back against the wall...
Isabel took the opportunity to land a skull cracking hit, taking hold of his head, fingers wrapped round the sides of his temple as her palm rested on his forehead, slamming his head back into the wall, grinning at the sickening crunch that the action caused... and beginning to rip into her prey savagely... until the point he was no longer distinguishable.
Theo found himself unable to do anything other then watch this disgusting display of merciless vengeance, the immense fear running through his veins chilling him to the core, stopping him from moving a muscle. No matter how much he tried to tell himself that it wasn't her, it couldn't be his friend, he couldn't stop the niggling little voice tell him that trying to convince himself otherwise was futile, since it was indeed Isabel.
Having finished playing with her food, ignoring the mess, Isabel turned her attention to the other being in the room, who was quite nicely glued to his spot on the polished wooden floor, making his capture especially simple. She had him pinned to the wall by his throat within a blink of the eye, her feast energising her previously lacking skills and abilities, when he finally seemed to snap out of his stupor and proceeded to wriggle round like a worm on a hook.
"Isabel" he gasped, gripping her hand with both of his, attempting to break her grip but she was too strong... her iron grip slowly tightening around his throat, to the point that he could feel the blood rushing through his veins on his neck.
To be continues... Muwahaha~
So I finally bring you the little twist to the story~ so what do you think of this new development?
A/N: * The Sclera is the outer white part of the eye that you can see. It provides protection and structure for the inner parts of the eye.