Chasing Wolves (completed)

Chapter 19 Isadora

Chapter 19

Isadora

I imagine that, to anyone who could see me now, perching on the warehouse's roof edge, I probably look like a ninja. I'm wearing all black and it's nearing midnight, so being able to see me... not at all likely. I've got my corset and daggers, just in case I run into trouble. Even though I highly doubt I will; it's not too terribly far to Rob's and I'll be traveling by rooftop!

Ooh, even the idea gets me giddy! This is the first time I'll have tried something like this (besides the tree running, but then if I fell I had other branches to grab. Here, I only have hard walls and cement) alone. I waited until Lin fell asleep to get dressed and sneak out.

Yeah, turns out if I focus I can be completely silent. Even my clothes didn't make a sound as I was putting them on. Super stealthay!

Okay, if I remember correctly, Lin turned that way and then took that turn... I start planning how to get to his house and nod to myself when I figure it out.

Breathing deeply, I take a running leap off the roof and onto the next, continuing until I get to a substantial gap between buildings where the street is. Backtracking a few steps, I spring over, somersaulting mid air for the heck of it. I land, giggling hysterically, on the other side and continue on my way. The breeze whips my hair, now nearly to my shoulders, and I luxuriate in the feeling as I free fall to the next (much shorter) building.

Unfortunately the next building is as tall as the last and I have to take the ladder (I can jump up about ten feet with a running start, but this is too tall), jumping halfway up it and then again to the roof.

In a few minutes (and honestly I'm surprised it took that long) I'm standing on Rob's roof, smirking to myself as I plan out how to do this. Gripping the brick wall with my fingers and toes (yes, I really did do that all barefoot), I climb down to his second-story window and slowly pry it up (he's made a habit of never locking it, just in case he wanted to sneak out or I wanted to watch movies with him in the middle of the night, for which he'd lower a rope so I could climb up). Slipping inside, I take in his room; it's exactly how I remember it, posters of cars and girls on his walls, a two foot layer of dirty clothes and motorcycle magazines all over the floor, and his freakishly old computer on his desk (also covered to nearly the point of being unrecognizable).

Just like I remember.

Smirking wider, I pick my way across the mine field that is his floor and to where his sleeping form lays sprawled across his bed. I cover his mouth with my hand, ensuring his scream won't wake up his mom... and tickle him.

In less than a second his eyes are open as he writhes uselessly against me, trying to escape. I feel his fangs sink deeply into my hand and curse myself for not realizing that he'd do that. Once he tastes my blood and starts sucking, however, I curse in reality.

No no no no! He can't do that! Don't let him do that! Think of Henry, that's how he died!

"Rob, stop, it's me. Rob! Stop!" He just continues to suck harder, his hands now over mine so I can't escape, and my fingers have started to feel like they're being stabbed with billions of needles as they lose blood.

When he still hasn't stopped and my hand is now numbing, I finally think of something. Unclamping one of the daggers, I run it across his cheek. He recoils in pain, letting go of my hand finally, and I let out a sigh of relief.  

He sits up, licking the rest of my blood from his lip (I should be absolutely revolted, but yet I'm too used to it to really notice) and watches me with wide eyes as I shake my hand to try to get feeling back into it. Its healed over ages ago but it's taking some time to get a blood flow going again, the needles only getting worse as blood slowly returns.

"Iz! But... Did I just... but isn't... shouldn't I...?" He keeps stammering, not able to verbalized a full thought, but I can understand what he means. 'Did I just bite you? Isn't your blood poisonous, shouldn't I be dead?'

"Honestly, I have no idea. I put gold into your blood stream-" I twirl the dagger for emphasis "-so hopefully it'll metabolize and you'll be fine. What made you think it would be a good idea to bite me?"

He shakes his head to try and clear it, "I have no idea. Something just smelled so good and I just..."

All I can do is nod. It wasn't such a terrible defense mechanism, after all, and we should be thankful it wasn't his mom to wake him up. When I tell him this he blanches, imagining it happening. "Why are you here, anyway?"

"To change you back to a human. I figured if I did it while you were thought to be asleep you'd wake up and no one would be the wiser as to what you were. I was just trying to wake you up, albeit in a very stupid way," I just shrug, there's not much more I can do.

He frowns, "but I didn't want to be turned."

I can't help but scoff at this, "please. What would you do if you stay a vampire? Eat alley cats, or start preying on humans? And what about your mom and Brit? Eventually they'd figure it out, if you didn't tell them first. I thought you were planning on asking Brit to marry you- do you expect her to just grow old while you don't, or were you going to change her, too, and make her eat alley cats with you?" I'm practically fuming now and I take a few deep breathes before continuing, "I know you liked the power that came with it, but you've got to think of the people around you, how it affects them."

He's silent for a minute, soaking it all in, and then he slowly nods. "You're right. Let's do it."

I can't help but laugh at that. "You silly goose, it's already done. I'm surprised you haven't passed out from the pain already."

"Oh." It takes a second but then his eyes widen as he grinds his teeth in pain. There it is. "Why did you have to mention the pain? I was distracted before but now that I think of it it's unbearable." He can barely keep his eyes open and I smile- if he somehow stayed awake through it he'd wish he were dead.

Another second passes and he's already asleep. Leaning forward, I kiss his forehead quickly before making my way back to the window and back to our warehouse (where, luckily, my print is now recognized by the scanner).