The desk were she worked was strewn with scraps of paper,some with mere doodles on, others with formuales frantically written only to be scribbled out so hard that the paper had ripped.

The microscope stood central of the desk, as did a small rack with vials of the viscous red liquid that she so loved to study that it had become an obsession to her, it had taken over her life.....but wait did she have a life? was what she was doing merely an existence...throwing herself into her work, barely sleeping...never to his knowledge socialising. As he stood leaning against the door jamb of the laboratory watching her she looked up from what she was doing and without turning his way spoke to him.

[i:6e806b2a97]" Are you going to stand there staring or are you go to make yourself useful and clear up some of this mess I seem intent on making....you are my lab technician....are you not?[/i:6e806b2a97]

It was uncanny how she could do that .....seem to know he was there even when he had been as quiet as a mouse entering the room, it was like a sixth sense with her.

[i:6e806b2a97]" Uhuh....I do believe I am although you have called me far worse"[/i:6e806b2a97]


Isabella only nodded at his words and got off the stool she sat on to allow him to clear up her desk. What was it about her.....her fashion sense was virtually zilch.........but whatever she wore she looked great in........she hardly ate.....but never lost weight...and her sleep patterns well they were.....

[i:6e806b2a97]" Do you think you could keep your mind on work .....and then maybe you might actually get something done"[/i:6e806b2a97]


And then there was that ......how the hell did she know what he was thinking?



(it's a start....i know where Im going with her its just being a damn long time since i wrote

It had been an age since she had first encountered it.....what could she call it but the curse...althought she looked like a mere 30 year old she was far far older, older than she would dare to admit. Althougth she had mixed with the "others" she had loathed to embrace the curse, her very waking hour was spent on trying to cure her blood of the evil that ran like wild fire through her veins.

The blood that she drunk was found through legal channels....althought the yearning in her to actually take blood from an open vein was growing in her daily and yet again she upped the dose of drugs. Was it better to be a drug addict or to actually admit to the need to drink blood? Should she go to a drug addicts session and say[i:1c35f9af99]" well actually if you let me drink fresh blood I will be able to give up the drugs"[/i:1c35f9af99]

The need in her was so strong...it gripped at her insides and squeezed so tight, her skin felt like it was burning from the outside in as she fell out of bed and crawled towards the bathroom, the moonlight illuminated the sweat that glistened on her skin ans she struggled to take a deep breathe and collapsed as a spasm of pain hit her entire body.


Summer......ah summer......to feel the heat of the sunlight on your body without having to shy away from it in pain.....winter........the bliss of winter....the coldness.......wouldn't it be good to actually feel the coldness seeping into your bones?


[i:24cfd0b836]" Izzy? Izzy? "[/i:24cfd0b836]

Did she call out to him in her mind.....what was it that brought him to her when she needed him the most?

He had the syringe ready in his hand and he plunged it deep into her thigh, he was used to it by now , he wondered how many people knew that Miss Isabella Garrett, world renowned professor in blood disorders was in fact a drug addict....herion to be exact.

Did she know that it was him that came to her when she needed help the most....that it was him that helped her back into bed....that it was him that cradled her in his arms till she fell asleep, that it was him that wondered why the hell heroin sent her to asleep, when most people would be high for hours on it ?

Did she know?
Did he know?
Was he scared?
yes goddamn it he was scared.

(( It's a really nice read, keep on writin'! ))

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" If you would just like to sign here Miss Garrett the transaction will be complete, all legal and correct i think is the correct expression"

Her elaborate signature soon adorned the thick cream vellum paper and the deed was done, as the odious little man kept informing her.

" You have made a wise choice Miss Garrett, the city is currently having an upward trend in real estate and new business is booming you really have...."

His voice was cut short as she raised her hand as if to dismiss him.

" made the right choice....I do know what I am doing Mr.Entwhistle....Do you realise what you are doing now?"

He shook his head absently as she held his gaze, her eyes seemed like endless dark pools of the darkest blue he had ever seen.

" You Mr Entwhistle are now encroaching on my very precious time, I have much to do and as we have no more business to discuss ...well need I say more"

She simply looked towards the open door and he need not be told twice, a cold sweat broke out on his back as he stood up and proceeded to pack documents into his briefcase. In his line of work he dealt with many things legal and indeed the odd few that were'nt, but never had he felt the cold clammy hand of dread creep over him as it did now.

" Why Mr. Entwhistle, your skin looks positively clammy, are you sickening for something? maybe its the heat, it is stifling at this time of the year"

He mumbled something about feeling unwell and quickly fastened his briefcase and walked to the door without a backward glance.

posted by Isabella Garrett and moved from old forum:

A look which you could only liken to one of a cat that is just about to pounce on its prey covered her face and as he went to step through the threshold of the doorway,she did just that.

" perhaps you should sit down for awhile"

He gasped as he felt the coldness of her hand seep through his cotton shirt as she guided him towards a chair.
Still not one word passed from his lips, his body felt as it was moving in syrup, his movements were slow and languid and he seemed to be struggling to stay awake.

" Are you hungry....I am .....ravenous in fact....I've not eaten in days"

Her voice compelled him to look at her and as he did his eyes widened in shock, her eyes were now flecked with green and as her red tongue ran along her lips he saw them....the small white fangs.

" You see Mr.Entwhistle....when I am hungry I cannot just go to Mc Donald's and grab a burger...oh no.....life would be so easy then"

He tried to get up but she pushed him back down into his seat and leaned over him till her lips were on his neck. The need in her was growing by the second and she moaned as she let her teeth nick his skin and she tasted him.

" oh you taste good...a little too much fat in your diet I'd say but other than that ...you taste good"

After an appetiser she now wanted starters, main course and dessert all at once and she couldn't stop herself as she pressed her lips into his neck and bit.


" Isabella!!!"

Why was she so damn impatient, Ewan strode across to her and glowered, no longer was he scared of what she was, he had known fully for over 5 years now and although he had been disgusted at first he had grown to accept what she was and promised to protect her, but then she did stupid hairbrained things like this.

"Izzy!!


She sighed as she heard his deep booming voice, and as quick as she had latched onto the food source....she let it go and Mr.Entwhistle slumped into the chair.

(Rl keeps interrupting lol

[i:4352d864e1]"Ewan ....good afternoon, have you come to join me for an early dinner? I have already started without you ...you must forgive me for my manners, main course is slightly bland and is lacking a little kick , perhaps you have something more appealing for me ?"[/i:4352d864e1]

Ewan sighed inwardly as he walked towards his boss......and passed her the fine leather case which held what she desired the most....heroin laced with blood of......well maybe its best you don't know.

Isabella took the case and glanced at the prone body of Mr. Entwhistle. The very thought of taking someone like that made her sick to the stomach at times...but sometimes the need overwhelmed her, she blamed it all on Ewan of course.....and he would be the one left to dispose of the evidence so to speak.

[i:4352d864e1]" well chop chop Ewan......we have things to do ...I will just go powder my nose...then we can begin .....we have a database of would be clients to build up and then of course we will have to think of some sort of marketing plan"[/i:4352d864e1]

Without another word she left the room to attend to her needs and left Ewan to clean up .

Ewan had spent hours scanning the local electoral roll for would be privileged customers and he leaned back now as he watched her perusing the list of the cities elderly but rich residents.

[i:39b9aef301]" and they are all women....I think that is where we should begin"[/i:39b9aef301]

A simple nod was all that she required, no verbal input, actions spoke louder than words in her book.

[i:39b9aef301]"The establishment is all fully fitted out now....all except the specialist equipment, we don't want to raise eyebrows with certain items.....not this early, I would actually like to remain in one place for quite awhile, maybe if "we" are careful we can"[/i:39b9aef301]

The comment was aimed at Isabella and her often erratic behaviour once the need took hold of her.

[i:39b9aef301]"Ewan really ....must you refer to my little mishaps with such regularity, really I find you quite offence at times"[/i:39b9aef301]


[i:39b9aef301]"I think the people you meet may well think the same about you Izzy"[/i:39b9aef301]

He ducked as the glass paperweight that she had been toying with flew towards him, his hand reaching upwards to catch it.


[i:39b9aef301]" We or rather I need to meet the others of the city, as much as they cause bile to rise in me, it is something that I must do, formalities and the such, have we any word on who is actually here?"[/i:39b9aef301]

[i:817dea7cc2]" It is such a delight to come to your clinic Miss Garrett, tell me what is your secret.......Im being silly how would you make your money if you told every Tom Dick and Harry"[/i:817dea7cc2]

Incessant chatter.....she was sick of it .
A false smile spread across her face as she approached the very overweight old woman ....thats what she was ....there was no disguising the fact.

[i:817dea7cc2]" Izzy....be nice...think off appearances and the money"[/i:817dea7cc2]

there he was at her side as always ......but then where would she be without Ewan.

[i:67162ea814] "Miss Hertwhistle what a pleasure as always! How is Dookey? I do hope his trip to the vets wasn't too stressful for him"[/i:67162ea814] Isabella's voice oozed sincerity but they both knew that she didn't care about the woman's damn dog.......but they did care about her money....her vast amount of money....and no family to leave it to .......life was so cruel at times.....apparently dookey was going to be a very rich little dog though .....how Isabella loved that dog.....

[i:67162ea814]" and its as you say ....if I told you my secret I would be out of business....now what have you to tell me this week ?"[/i:67162ea814]

AS Ewan prepared Miss Hertwhistle for the transfusion Isabella listened to the gossip of the rich and famous of cascadia, nodding in the right places...smiling when appropriate.... but all the time taking in who had money ....who had not ...who was seeing who ....and who was attending the parties to be seen at.......collecting.....all the time collecting ...information was the key ....you could never have too much information.

[i:67162ea814]" They are part of the night crowd......never seen throught the day too busy sleeping of the effects of the night before I shouldn't wonder, very pale looking bunch as well .....would do them good to have a day in the sun I'd say so .....but then Im an old woman who am I to tell the young ones how to live"[/i:67162ea814]

Isabella had just begun to be bored with the woman's chatter...until then ......night crowd......it would be them .....the night walkers.......her own kind......friends ....or foe?