Isaiah moved down the hall and Beta came toward him. He stopped his nose going up and his ears
perked up in a very canine manner.
"Hear something?"
‘A voice, female.’ Beta's mental voice said. Isaiah came toward him curious. He didn't hear anything.
However he thought that perhaps there was a soft click of a door. Beta moved toward a door not ten
feet from him. Isaiah opened it with his mind for him.
Beta went in with an easy stride and by the time Isaiah came to the door he had a black canister of
some kind in his mouth. It smelled of Clair, the room did. She'd been in here and not long ago, minutes.
He glanced around, she must have heard them and left quickly. Which told him there was a
passageway in the wall in this room he didn't know about. She must have left in haste leaving this
behind.
He opened the canister and moved to the large glass table in the room. He looked inside and saw
paper. Her favorite pastime and he was interested to see what she had drawn this time.
"What do we have here?" He asked and Beta gave a whine and mental question.
"Drawings." He answered Beta's question for him. He was in dog form right now. It was just after
sunrise and the sky was cloudy so the light didn't bother him so much yet. Not in this form. He pulled
out the three drawings. The top one was of the house.
He touched it. He could barely remember what it looked like he'd been inside so long, but this looked
very close if not perfect. He moved it to the side and froze, not breathing as he saw the next one. It was
him holding the silver knives, his arm extended. Anger was plain on his face. The muscles in his arm
defined and the blade just an odd blur in the air. He moved it away and he found that he didn't really
care for the fact that she seemed to be able to watch him without his knowledge. That she was doing it
constantly and she was avoiding him so well.
He looked at the floating glass. His eyes were closed in this picture unlike the last one where his eyes
were solid black. Where the fuck was she hiding that she could see these things? He turned to look
around the room. He moved toward the wall. There was a passage here and he knew it. He wanted to
find it and look around them.
He felt the wall but it was unblemished, nothing to tell him that it would open. He moved along it
looking. He took a deep breath, her smell was here so close but it ended at the wall. She'd become
scared and that made her scent disappear. What a unique defense mechanism. It made him question
her capabilities, but he'd had his hands on her. She didn't give off a psychic vibe, what a
disappointment.
He stared at the picture and then to the mirror tapping his finger against his chin. His eyes were solid
black but it wasn't anger he was feeling suddenly thinking. The eye color always happened with
extreme emotions. No it was desire, he wanted what he seemingly could not have. It was starting to
drive him insane. She was always so damn close yet far away it would seem. He just wanted to catch
her and play with her. It was hard to decide if he wanted to just end this cat and mouse game with her,
or let it keep going.
"I'm not sure that I will have much time to play with her when I catch her." He said to Beta who blew air
out of his nose. He was thinking that perhaps they should wait to catch her till after the moon. It was
only five days away, but Isaiah wanted. So he would take. It also meant that he personally had three
days before the change started and his memory seemed to suffer.
"There are fifteen left in the house. We will leave them all for the change. I want to catch her before that
happens, understood?" He gave a head bob and left the room. Isaiah walked up to the mirror looking at
his reflection and then put a finger to it. There was a passage here, and he was going to get into it. His
intuition told him the mirror was one way.
The glass cracked and then shattered to the floor, there was a space in the wall here, the mirror wasn't
full length but he lifted his leg up and managed to get into the crawl space putting the mirror back
together so it would mend faster.
"Sorry." He said when he felt a slight annoyance, and pressure from the house.
"You are helping her." There was no answer and he clenched his jaw. He moved down the passageway
and out into the hall. He went to every room he knew she had seen him in, drawn him in. Two had one
way mirrors. Isaiah knew he'd heard her that night in the hall. Was she just following him around?
That made a kind of sense, she had to be monitoring his movements so she could learn to avoid the
places he frequented. He hadn't seen her near the piano room and those that surrounded it since the
dance. He hadn't scented her either. Then again she seemed to have a natural defense that made her
near invisible. It had happened before with a human, but not so well as it did with Clair. He just walked
slowly down the halls but no sign of her. Of course, so he stopped thinking.
He stood looking out a window as light flakes fell down the grounds were covered with the white snow.
He was thinking about different things and the one occupant who was extremely elusive to him. Which
was curious, he was trying to decide just what he was going to do about this. Good entertainment was
hard to come by lately. However his ability to deny himself what he wanted was really hard too.
Maybe one task when he caught her the first time. Then let her run again, the last catch well that one
wasn't going to be a nice one for her. That was probably a good way to do it. The most amount of
entertainment while still getting what he wanted. There was a whisper of movement to his left, but he'd
been aware of the approach long before.
"If you throw that at me I will not take kindly to it." He said, turning his head to see a man standing there
holding a large blade. His grip on the knife was like a death grip. He clearly meant harm but it wasn't
going to kill Isaiah. He read the man, they could play a game. See if this one was as witty as his
favorite hidden human. Most likely not.
"Do you have good aim?"
"Not bad." Isaiah looked in the man's mind. He did have good aim. He could also do a few interesting
things with a blade too. Well if he couldn't have what he most wanted, then he'd have something else to
occupy his time.
"I'm looking to be entertained. I'll make you a deal if you wish. A chance to live past the next five
minutes." The man cleared his throat. The man didn't like hiding and running. He wanted to kill Isaiah
or die trying. Guess which one was most likely? The thought made Isaiah smile.
"Does it include those things? You made a promise to Jeff then one of those things got him. Right
outside the room." The man's voice was gruff and had the edge that a smoker did to it.
"I'm feeling charitable at the moment. One day free of the four of us."
"Okay." He said, the man was grubby looking with a beard. Isaiah moved toward him.
"Follow, and don't get any ideas. It'll just piss me off. If you want to know what it's like to have every
bone in your body broken before you die then be my guest and try to stab me in the back." He
motioned and the man followed him. They both knew the man wasn't going to get away. The human
was tired of it anyway. If he’d come to search out his death, Isaiah was not going to deny him. Isaiah’s
eyes slid black with a smile.
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