This was wrong.
All wrong.
Perhaps she had given him the wrong signals.
Perhaps he'd ta
"So she said, 'over my dead body,' and I said, 'Oh, my dear, that can be arranged,'" Renee chortled.The usual obnoxiously snooty laughter graced the dinner table, becoming a competition of volume and pomposity as it always did. As if they hadn't heard this story a million times and counting.
It must have only been half an hour since sunset when Cassius came crashing through the door, his gaze zeroing in on Jake. She had never seen such rage on his face, not even with the first altercation he'd had with Jake. Jake had been sat beside her watching TV and had his arm around her which definitely hadn't helped matters. As soon as Cassius had arrived Jake had leapt from his seat and into a defensive position, preparing himself for the inevitable. Even though Jake was a seasoned slayer Izzie saw the flash of fear in his face before he e
"So do you think he'll buy the early recovery story?" Jake asked while stretching out across the couch.Jake had stayed over the past two nights that Cassius had been away, which Cassius would probably flip out about if he found out. It was a surprise that the two of them hadn't started sprouting given that they had been nothing but couch potatoes for the past two days, getting up only for, snacks, bathroom breaks and bedtime. It was really unlike them to be so lazy, but it had felt necessary.
“Ahhh! I love this song!” Izzie screamed to Jake, throwing back her fourth?... fifth?.. maybe eighth? shot. She grabbed Jake’s hand, dragging him through the throng of people to the centre of the neon, chequered dance floor. She ran her fingers out through her long brown hair, as her body began to sway to the beat. Bodies gyrated every which way as the squares on the floor below them lit up different shades of purple, bathing everyone periodically in its light and giving a sensual feel to the dance floor. Izzie felt good as
What the fuck was he doing here?This was some pretty suspicious looking 'family business.'Izzie kept blinking to try focus in on what the hell he was doing, but her vision annoying kept swaying and blurring and she inwardly cursed herself for drinking so much. He was up
Izzie just sat there motionless as she stared into the dark fabric of Brad's suit jacket. "I'm here for Cassius Lockwood," his words spun around in her mind, refusing to sink in. If that was the case then that meant that her assignment had been passed on to Brad. Francis had stepped it up to Elite level, but why?
“Izzie?” Jake’s anxious voice breathed down the receiver when she didn’t respond. The gravity of the situation bearing down on her more and more as her brain worked overtime to process his words. This was a vamp party. How had she not seen all the classic signs?
Before Izzie knew it she was flung around, coming face to face with a strange male vamp. His deep red eyes raked hungrily over her, drinking her in as he held her still. He was only a little taller than her, though that didn’t give her any sort of advantage.“Looks like I found the diamond in the rough,” he chuckled darkly. This repugnant beast reminded her exactly why she was a slayer, and why she loved her job so much. Ridding the world of vile creatures like him and saving innocent humans from being hunted like this. Witho