go on, kill me (isabelle)

[purpose]

Todd was over his sadness for Hiroku's death. He was fond of her, may had even loved her. But any future together was ruined, thanks to that terrible vampire hag. He was bitterly angry now, but knew revenge wouldn't come. He was a pitiful mortal, she a strong, devious vampire. She could easily take him down. And if that meant being with Hiroku, he'd let her kill him, torture him, feed from him. And he wasn't planning on doing much fighting either. After months of work, Todd had finally found a place that Isabelle went often, looking for prey. Knockturn Alley. His connection, a Death Eater, had shaken his head, chuckling at Todd's stupidity. But it didn't matter. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..." he hissed under his breath, wand in hand.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle watched as the young man wandered into the alley, his pulse quick. A gentle look at his mind told her that he was looking for her- apparently Hiroku Hermasaki had been a lover of his. Her lip curled in delight, he didn't smell particularly appetizing, but she already knew what she would do. She would wound him, but not kill him. Instead give him all those years of agonizing about a lost love. It was perfect. "Tisk, tisk," said Isabelle from her spot in the shadows, "you shouldn't go looking for trouble, you might find it." She stepped out from her hiding place into the moonlight, blood red eyes gleaming.

[purpose]

Todd smirked when her chilling voice cooed from over his shoulder. His eyes shifted towards the sound, but his body stayed quite relaxed, surprisingly. "But, isn't that the purpose of looking?" he retorted, smirk still planted on his face. He didn't dare move now, there was no point, really. Todd pocketed his wand in one swift motion, chuckling lightly to himself. This new air about him, it was unusual. He wasn't one to be so dangerous, so reckless. And Todd was loving every minute of it, even if he knew it'd end up painful.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle cocked her head to the side, watching the young man with a sense of disgusting excitement about her. Was he really just going to let her kill him? This was making her plan seem all the more rewarding- perhaps she might just render him unconscious and leave. Isabelle was tiring of killing people that were nothing more than young people, without much power. "Why go through all the trouble to track me down? Surely it would have been a lot less effort to jump off a bridge," said Isabelle. She sntached his hand, quickly bending back his pinky as far as she could make it go.