Satan's Powers

:Chapter 3:

:Isabella:

I was in the kitchen swinging a pen around. I was at the table doing homework. Many things raced through my head. Prom being one of them. Prom was coming in a few weeks. Was I going? I had no idea. 'I never had prom when I was human.' 'No duh you are old as dirt.' Satan made a face at me.

I didn't doubt Dalton would ask me to that. It just seemed like something he would do. What would I even wear? I mean Hot Topic had a Harley Quinn prom dress but that wasn't close to the theme of prom. Alana and Orchid would kill me if I showed up to prom with a DC dress. The theme I believe was a masquerade theme. If it wasn't I wouldn't hesitate to show up in that Harley Quinn prom dress.

'It's actually a formal dress.' 'Same thing!' 'No you wear it to formal events, anything formal not just prom.' Hmm. Maybe I could buy it for the upcoming hunter gathering. Sounds like a plan. Well outfit for that is planned. Now prom. This was gonna mess with my brain. No doubt about that.

I finished the last problem and put away my homework. I went to the cabinet looking for cocoa powder. I was gonna ask Flimur to make brownies. I gasped upon realizing it wasn't there. I looked at Flimur's house on the counter and rushed over. I knocked on the door and with grumbles Flimur came out.

"What are we missing for brownies. I'm craving me some brownies." I told him. 'Prepare for a list. He likes to make lists.' I watched as Flimur got a piece of paper and wrote on it. We were missing sugar, cocoa powder and vanilla extract. Easily replaceable. "Ryne! I'm going out to get something from the grocery store!" I yelled.

"Ok!" Ryne yelled back. It was our little communication system. Good thing our only neighbors were Kadan and his parents, then Derik and Lucas. Kadan gave me weird looks sometimes. But I'm pretty sure I scared him when Alana got pregnant.

"I'll be back." I told Flimur. I left and went to the living room. I grabbed the keys to my bike and helmet before going outside with my denim jacket. The air was warm for my bike now but a slight chill making me able to wear my jacket. But summer was coming. Flowers were blooming. 'It is such a lovely scene.'

Ok.

I went to my bike and got up on it. I slipped the paper in my jacket and got my helmet on. Clicking the helmet on I revved up my engine. 'Oh yeah.' I rolled my eyes as I took pushed on forward.
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I had one bag in my hand with all the needed supplies for brownies. My helmet was at my side as I went to my bike. I heard a motorcycle roar and looked to see like six bikes pull in. All in leather jackets with wolves on it.

Biker werewolves. I put the bag in the saddlebag and watched them warily. I had no problem with bikers. I met a few. They were older though. These ones were maybe Rodney and Rory age in their early twenties. 'I'm surprised you never hooked up with a biker. Seems your type besides Dalton.'

I rolled my eyes. I wouldn't hook up with a biker. I preferred riding on my own and away from people unless they are behind me. Even then depending on the person would I let you up. Just to my luck they pulled beside me a bike on each side.

I was flustered now as I put the brownie supplies away. 'The homemade brownies will be perfect.' Better be worth it. I blew a piece of hair out of my face as the engines died off. I glanced over just as the werewolf glanced over. He smirked at me.

I glared at him as I put away my things. "What's a little thing like you driving her own bike?" He asked. Keep it cool Isabella. Cool. No fights. No, no, we be cool. 'No fights keep it cool.' Satan chuckled evilly. I wasn't a little thing. Ok I was 5"1 but I grew two inches since I came here. I came here 4"11 now I was taller.

I mean I was no Orchid or Dalton. But I wasn't as short. I had a little more height with my combat boots. One of them laughed. "I was talking to you." He said. I glanced at him. He had his helmet off. Short brown hair fell down. Underneath was shaved but with hair falling over. A few tattoos swirled him. I had one but it was the hunters symbol and on my chest. My mark of Satan could pass for one. It only developed more colorful as I aged.

'Just a little bit.' "Yeah I heard you just could careless." I replied. One of them laughed earning a growl. I smirked at my bike. I was very seeable. A big black Harley with blue flames licking the side of it, spray painted on.

I shook my hair some. The air wavered as the boy went to hit my ass. 'It's going down.' That's what snapped my cool. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it. He let out a growl of pain and his eyes went gold and he stared at me. An attempt to terrify me probably.

The other werewolves were watching preparing to defend him. They have no idea what they are getting into. I had put my helmet down by then and continued to twist his wrist. He fought back and twisted mine with a sadistic smirk. I decided to play dirty.

I twisted a point making him let go. He got up and I got the dagger from my boot and pressed him back down with the dagger. The skin sizzled from the silver making me smirk. Now that made the other werewolves rise. He growled at me realizing I knew they were werewolves.

'Time for the real show.'

I pulled my shirt down the slightest showing the hunters symbol. Fear crossed his face then anger. "Back off." He told the werewolves. "Jonathan that crazy bitch got a fucking knife." One of them replied. "It's a dagger." I told him glancing at him bored.

"She's a hunter." Jonathan replied. I loved the fear the supernatural had of us. It was a fear of doing something wrong and both respect. We weren't one to be messed with. He glared at me. "I'm here on official business with Black Crescent Moon." Jonathan replied.

Dalton might be a little mad I burned his neck. Oops, oh well. "Maybe next time you'll keep your hands to yourself. Cause next time I'll do worse than break your wrist." I told him giving him an angelic smile. "It's called assault." One of them piped up. "I call it self defense." I replied shrugging my shoulders.

"If Black Crescent Moon hears about you threatening us." One of them piped up. "Tony got a point." Jonathan said with a smirk. Oh they had no idea who I was. So only the hunters knew of Dalton. Well gave me an advantage. 'It always does.'

"Oh go right on ahead and tell them. Tell them Isabella Knight held a dagger to your throat." I told him makin a pouty face. "We will." Tony snapped glaring at me. I put the dagger away and pulled my bike out of there. I got on it and put my helmet on. They were watching me.

I smirked at them before riding off. Oh Flimur would love to hear this story.

1269. Hey guys sorry bout the five day wait. But you got seven chapters before, well six in a day and then another one. But I have been busy. Hiking, prom dress shopping with my half sister and EOC testing. But I met the rudest lady yesterday. I got a service dog for autism. I was feeding her. No one has ever said anything to me. Then the old bat came up telling me that I can't feed her that I was violating a law and if I continued to feed her I would of to take her back and not ever come back there again. Bitch we paid seventy dollars for that meal and we just started to eat. It's illegal to kick us out next time you can talk to the cops about it. Out of all the people to talk to she chose the autistic one. Dumb ass. But until next time my cop marshmallows.