Isabella

The girl was going to pass out. She was absolutely sure of it. So much blood, in her mouth tasting like rusted pennies and all over her body. She was attacked and left for dead in a alley. Through the light of the streetlamps two figures approached her.

She tried to slide backward but her muscles refused to work. As if she had been dancing for hours and her joints gave out. The figures drew closer and finally were close enough to identify. Two pale blondes, one male one female. The male squatted beside her and she looked into his face.

Two eyes, shining as red as rubies, stared back at her. She screamed and kicked but he just stared.

"Now.Are ya finished with the dramatics?" He spoke with a twangy voice she hadn't heard in England. Not in 1934. She slowly nodded and he smiled at her.

"Now I'm Peter and over there's Char. We're gonna take real good care 'a you. Okay?"

Once again she nodded. "Imma need some words Lil Bit." she cleared her throat,

"Okay."

"What's your name?"

"Isabella,"

"Okay, Bella, I can call ya that right," she smiled weakly, the pain taking over her body.

"Bella, Char's gonna come other here and she's gonna take your hands." Char was immediately at my side.

"Don't scream too much if you can help it, Sug." she begged and sunk her teeth into her left wrist released venom and repeated with the right.

Bella's body convulsed as Peter lifted her bridal style.

"Looks like we found her right on time." Char commented and they started to run.

"So true Darlin. So true.'"