Patriarch of the notorious pureblood vampire family.
A prime target for the hunters for many years.
He was ruthless.
An overall psychopath.
He had recently managed to worm his way into the good graces of the two most powerful vampire families.
The Redfern and Blackwell's.
Which was really bad news for... well... anyone that wasn't a vampire.
The slayers know that their plan was to eradicate any other supernatural species so that they reigned supreme.
Which was fine, saved the slayers a lot of work in a way, but they then wanted to enslave humanity.
Literally use people like cattle; maybe keep some as servants to them.
That was what they were fighting hard to stop.
Bringing down Cassius Lockwood could be the first move in knocking down the Redfern and Blackwell families. Cassius had more influence in the human world, as he has business deals left, right and centre with different politicians and influencers the like.
The other two families were... let's say, a little less social with the creatures they saw only as a food source, so Cassius would be a great help in their plans.
Which meant he knew their plans or at least parts of them.
That's why her mission wasn't to kill the evil bastard, it was to capture him.
Something she had never had to do before.
She had had plenty of training on how to do so but never had to put it into practice.
Isabelle spent the longest time pouring over the documents, again and again, trying to memorize every last detail about this guy.
She studied his picture over and over, trying to analyse every aspect of him.
Cassius didn't look a day over thirty, not bad for a guy who was centuries old. There were small signs of age on his near-perfect face, but these were so small that you wouldn't notice unless you were looking for it.
He had striking steely grey eyes, that seemed to penetrate her soul, even from just a photo. He had a tussle of dark hair on top of his head that looked silky soft and always seemed well-groomed. A light dusting of facial hair patterned across his chiselled jaw line.
He was an attractive man.
Well, all vampires were really attractive, it was a predatory trait to draw in humans, but Cassius seemed even more so.
If he wasn't a hundreds of years old vampire, then she may have been a little flustered, but she knew the truth and his beauty just repulsed her.
"Disgusting parasite," she muttered to herself, finally putting the papers down and grabbing the wine she had poured but neglected for over two hours.
She'd only managed to sleep for a few hours, the new assignment was still reeling in her mind. She really couldn't believe she'd been entrusted with this. It was exciting and overwhelming all at the same time.
She woke up at noon, got dressed, poured some wine and made herself a sandwich and then sat down with her paperwork and she'd been there since, and it was now three in the afternoon.
The sandwich and wine had been neglected as she'd thrown herself straight into the research, but now she was all burned out.
She gulped down her wine and demolished her sandwich within just a few minutes.
She washed her plate in the kitchen and then went to safely put away the paperwork for the day. She'd done enough and after last night she deserved a day off.
She needed to go shopping for some more food as she'd been neglecting her household duties and she had to do a load of washing and try and get the bloodstains out of her cocktail dress.
The store was quiet as she wandered through the aisles pushing her trolley. She took her time, dawdling on the aisles, browsing things she knew she wouldn't buy, but enjoyed looking at them anyway.
After half filling the trolley with food, mostly of the junk variety, she wandered over to the clothing department. Again, she had no intention of buying anything, but it was always fun to look.
The selection was less than impressive. It was the middle of summer so little breezy dresses and short were in. Izzie really wasn't a fan of them, she much preferred her tight dark jeans and jumpers.
Not exactly summer wear, but it was what she was comfortable with. She wore the same style year-round. You'd never catch her in shorts and a crop top showed off too many of her scars during the day. Thankfully in the nightclub they weren't too noticeable, especially when she opted for tights with her cocktail dress, she also covered the ones on her arms chest and back with foundation.
She wasn't ashamed of her scars, they were her medals from battles won, but other humans were not so understanding and asked way too many questions. On the flip side, a target may become suspicious if they were to see them. All in all, it was better if she just kept them covered as much as possible.
Finally, she came across a cute bra and panties set that did take her fancy.
She lifted it off the rack and held it up.
It was a cute light blue lacy set, there was a little padding in the cups to give a nice bit of cleavage and the fabric was lovely and soft.
She found a mirror and held it up against herself, seeing if it matched her skin tone.
Was the colour right for her?
Did she really need another set?
She turned and looked over and over, debating whether she wanted to waste money on it.
It was cute though, and she could never have too many in her line of work.
Still, it was a little pricey.
"Go on," she heard a male voice behind her, "Treat yourself."
She used the mirror to glance behind her and spotted Jake smirking at her.
She rolled her eyes at him and proceeded to throw the set into the trolley.
She was going to treat herself, but not because Jake said so.
She was still a little pissed at him, but a lot of her anger had waned.
He made his way over to her casually and leant on the front of the trolley, stopping her from moving.
"Listen, Izzie," he said, a little more solemn now, "I'm sorry about what I said this morning, I realise now how it sounded."
Izzie nodded, she couldn't stay mad at him forever, "Apology accepted," she told him, still sticking him with a cold look.
The cold look began to defrost into a smirk when she saw him giving her the puppy dog eyes.
"Stop!" she nudged the trolley into him, the smirk breaking out fully, "You know that's cheating."
A smile touched his lips too as she nudged him, "Movie night?" he inquired, holding up a bag of popcorn he'd pulled from her trolley.
"Of course," she smiled fully now.
She just couldn't stay mad at this guy, deep down she knew he didn't mean what he had said earlier, but still, she needed to make the point.
Then he pulls the sad eyes, knowing that she crumbles every time.
They chatted idly as they made their way to the self-scan and Jake started scanning things through as she was unloading the rest onto the conveyor belt.
Suddenly the beeping stopped and Izzie glanced up to see Jake stood frozen in place.
"Jake?" she asked with a frown, concerned for her friend, "Jake, are you alright?"
"Look," he breathed, his voice barely audible.
As instructed Izzie followed his gaze and was shocked by what she saw.
The dark hair.
The eyes like steel.
That perfect face.
Cassius Lockwood was five self-scans down from them, scanning through a couple of bottles of what looked like whiskey.
Was in a supermarket.
Using a self-scan.
So many things were wrong with that.
Cassius was always escorted by at least two guards, always.
"Stop staring," Izzie hissed, hoping her voice was low enough that Cassius couldn't hear them.
She averted her gaze as well, focusing her attention on getting everything scanned through.
Thankfully Jake listened and dropped his gaze down and moved from scanning to packing the shopping bags with her newly purchased food.
Izzie kept glancing up occasionally, keeping an eye on Cassius, assuming his guards were waiting in the wings or something.
It was disproven when he grabbed his bag and made his way towards the exit. No one joined him, not once.
She then watched his retreating form through the windowed front of the store.
Still, there was no one around him.
Eventually he stopped by an expensive-looking car, it was too dark for her to see exactly what the car was, let alone the licence plate. He threw his bag in and then hopped into the driver's seat and drove off.
Even as he was pulling out of the car park he was still alone. No other cars pulled behind him.
"What the hell just happened?" Jake asked as they both watched the taillights disappear.
"He was right there!" Izzie exclaimed as she popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth.They'd made it back to her place, and were sat on her couch with their movie time snacks. The movie was yet to be picked but the snacks were going down well. "I know he was," Jake sighed, dunking a marshmallow into his hot chocolate and letting it sit to melt, "But why? Why was he right there? Where were his guards? Why the hell was he shopping for himself?"The questions were valid, and there didn't seem to be a logical answer to any of them.Izzie didn't understand any of it. His presence at the supermarket went against nearly everything she had read about in his paperwork.He was far too rich and powerful to be going out anywhere without guards, let alone to a lowly supermarket."I don't know," she said, with the excited glint in her eye that he knew all too well "but we're going to find out." "Well, we aren't right now," he argued, "What film
"Sorry, sir," Darius held up his hands and rose from his seat, motioning for his guards to move away, "No disrespect intended."Then he walked away.He fucking walked away!They were so close to the plan coming together.Izzie swung around, ready to clout whoever it was right in the face.She froze as her eyes locked with the eyes like steel.Cassius Lockwood stood before her, towering over her, and looking less than impressed.Her target.Was right here.Looking her in the face.His face was hard and unreadable as he looked over her.Then without another word, he turned and walked away.Now her own target was walking away!What the hell was happening?"What's going on? Where did he go?" she heard Jake's voice come through the earpiece, shocking her with its sudden intrusion.She didn't respond.She was very aware that she could possibly be being watched.She glanced across to wh
"What the hell happened?" Jake hissed angrily as she caught up with her outside the entrance to the club.Izzie just shook her head.She supposed she should feel guilty for getting distracted and just leaving Jake, but it was for good reason. She had thought she had her target... she had also thought wrong and made a huge mess of things.Beloved.The word just seemed to circle her mind, popping up in every thought she had.It couldn't be true.He was just trying to get himself out of a bad situation, and it had worked.He'd gotten away.No one had ever gotten away from her.Never.She always prided herself on that fact.Now in one single night, she had lost two targets in quick succession."Izzie!" Jake pretty much shouted and she realised he'd still be speaking but she hadn't heard a single word of what he was saying.They were walking back to the car."Sorry," she mumbled, feeling a little guilty,
A few days had passed since Izzie and Jake's conversation.The whole Beloved thing was still playing on her mind, but not as much as it had been. She had spent the last few days at home, catching up on sleep and re-reading Cassius Snr's file. She also had taken the time to get her much needed housework done. She had been neglecting it for work, but with laundry piling up and a sink full of dirty dishes she had decided it was time she tackled that.She had done her best to keep her mind off of Cassius, but he kept sneaking back in when she let her guard down.Why did he hav
Everything seemed to happen at once.The far window of the living room shattered, showering the room in glass as a black figure dove through, rolling to an elegant crouched stop on the floor. Izzie was already moving away from the wall, out of reach, drawing both her daggers from their sheaths and dropping into a defensive position.She met the gaze of her intruder. Two murderous red eyes locked with hers. His face was twisted into a gruesome snarl as he bared his
The drive to Jake's wasn't exactly long, but it felt like an eternity as she kept watch out the window, looking for any lurking glowing eyes.All of the stuff she felt she needed was packed up in a single suitcase in the back, along with her trusty weapons bag.She'd only packed clothes for a few days tops, one pair of pyjamas and a few essential toiletries.She didn't exactly plan on moving into Jake's house, so she packed light.Jake had tried to convince her to br
A few days had passed and she had settled in well living with Jake. It was actually quite nice living with her best friend, the only argument they'd had was what they were going to eat each night.Though Izzie had been adamant about only stays for a few days, she didn't exactly feel ready to go home just yet, so had asked Jake if she could extend her stay for a few more days.He had been ecstatic and agreed almost immediately.She got the feeling that Jake was quite lonely, which saddened her. "Hey Jake," she tried to sound as normal as possible as she turned away from Cassius, "What's up?""Just double checking
Beloved Huntress Chapter 11
"Hey Jake," she tried to sound as normal as possible as she turned away from Cassius, "What's up?""Just double checking