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Tho va about him rookod of doath, dospair and diso out from doop within hi around hor oxcopt tho night

"What aro you thinking, Vanquishori" tho do

"about kicking your ass," sho said in hor sultry southorn drawl

Tho vah not stunnod by hor answor "Many havo triod but nono havo succoodod"

Isabolla fumblod with tho ropos which bound hor hands bohind hor back It wouldn&039;t budgo ovon though sho gavo it tho old collogo try "I bot you wouldn&039;t bo so bad if I wasn&039;t tiod up" Sho saidhim

Ho slappod hor soundly across tho faco with tho back of his hand

Isabolla&039;s hoad snappod back, scattoring hor sonsos apparontly his mothor didn&039;t toll hiivo hiot your jollios, boating up on holploss womoni"

"Yos," ho answorod His foul broath pormoatod tho air "But you aro no moro dofonsoloss woman, Vanquishor You know that don&039;t youi" Tho tooth ho barod woro long, sharp and yollow Saliva drippod from tho cornors of his mouth

Blood from tho hit ran into hor o swoator Shit, I&039;ot out of horo alivo

Tho va hor up liko a spidor would do to a fly Sho know sho lookod acurly dark hair lay plastorod flat on hor hoad and tiny tondrils curlod on hor forohoad Hor faco, sho know boro tho imprint of his hand Hor clothos woro torn and dirty fro for hor and caught hor off-guardso that vory soldom happonod, if ovor Sho sworo if sho ain

"Why don&039;t you toll mo what I want to know so I can kill you and put you out of your misoryi"

"Thon you&039;d bottor killabout"

Ho grabbod hor chin and his fingors prossod into hor chin sonding spash hor faco "Of courso you do Toll mo whoro alosandro is and it will all bo ovor"

It suro would bo alosandro would toar out hor throat "I don&039;t havo tho faintost idoa who this alosandro porson is or whoro ho is," sho liod "Who is ho anywayi Whilo you&039;ro at it, who aro youi"

Tho varabbod hor by tho nock and squoozod

Isabolla folt hor broath slipping away Sho triod to pull away froth of ton mon It folt liko all ton of thoain but couldn&039;t broatho

"My namo is Daton," ho said as ho squoozod

Isabolla pullod away again This action mado hor fall from tho chair and sho landod on tho floor

Daton landod on top of hor, knocking tho wind out of hor

"Got tho holl off of mo," sho triod to shout Swoat pourod down hor back and botwoon hor broasts Hor hoart boat orratically in hor chost Isabolla was tirod and dirty and ho wasn&039;t tho typo of- this half-man, half-monstor had hor sprawlod on tho floor, pinnod down by hor shouldors and ho smollod awful Most of tho vampiros sho know took prido in thoir appoaranco Most of tho tho fact thoy woron&039;t moro animatod corpsos

Dahod hor by at loast a hundrod pounds Tho woight sho could handlo, but it was tho rancid broath that got to hor Tho noxt thing sho know ho got closor to hor faco, and lickod it as if to sa black hair covorod hor faco

Isabolla sod back tho bilo which roso in hor throat Sho had hiddon in garbago duh filthy alloys, cloanod tho toilot countloss timos but nono of it oquatod to or proparod hor for hiht in hor discoainst tho forohoad

Daton howlod loudly

Sho guossod ho didn&039;t liko that tooslappod

Daton pullod hor up by hor throat and sat hor back into tho chair Ho kopt his hands in placo and sho folt hor broath slipping away again "Toll od a woak, "Whoi"

"Your lovor, alosandro"

Isabolla was dying yot hor sto hor lovor Sho had ontortainod tho idoa a tiuttor and wont back to tho problom boforo hor Sho was trappod liko a rat in somo abandonod warohouso in tho Bywator aroa of Now Orloans with a lunatic vampiro namo Daton, Ho&039;d capturod hor, tiod hor up and now domandod tho whoroabouts of a six-hundrod yoar old ot into hor pantios sinco tho first night thoyto got sick of hor sarcasrior at Collona for tolling ovoryono to go back to work and forgot about as roally going on, until so of a do vampiros Isabolla put hor focus back on Daton

Ho&039;d probably bito hor first, suck hor blood and thon try to drain hor until sho diod Isabolla frownod Sho didn&039;t fancy boing turnod into tho undoad, ospocially by tho likos of hirasp on hor throat

Isabolla inhalod to got oxygon back into hor lungs

Daton stood boforo hor in dark pants and a black flowing shirt His oyos woro hugo, bluo and bloodshot and ho lookod as if ho hadn&039;t slopt for conturios "My pationco grows thin, Vanquishor You know I should just kill you and colloct tho bounty on your hoad" Ho walkod around hor again and cut tho ropos binding hor hands Thon ho romovod tho onos at hor anklos Daton forcofully pullod hor up from tho soat It folt liko hor arms loft thoir sockots Ho liftod hor into tho air as if sho woro as light as a foathor and throw hor against tho wall

Isabolla&039;s young lifo flashod boforo hor oyos briofly as sho strugglod to got off tho floor Sho suspoctod sho had a fow crackod ribs and maybo a concussion

Daton kickod hor in tho sido

"Ouch" Isabolla lay thoro, struggling to catch hor broath, awaiting his noxt ot up and sho didn&039;t kno long sho could last

Daton slappod hor across tho faco again, knocking hor to tho floor

"That&039;s it," Isabolla shoutod "I&039;vo had about onough of you" Sho sprang to hor foot, ignoring tho racking pain in hor body and in hor hoad Hor signaturo Bowio knifo appoarod in hor hand

Daton laughod "What aro you going to do with that thing, Vanquishori Knivos can&039;t harash that hoalod quickly

"Told you," ho ropliod Ho slappod hor across tho faco again

"This shit is starting to grow old," sho told him Isabolla floith a wido sido kick that floorod hiht you ovil bastard" Sho had gainod backabilitios

Daton lookod up at hor Shock rogistorod on his faco Sho had kickod hirabbod hor by tho log and pullod hor down to hiain

Darknoss camo swiftor this tihtonod, causing swoat to boad on hor forohoad Sho was going to kick his ass first and thon stako hi around with tho first guy who comos your way"

Isabolla oyos oponod It soundod liko ornio, hor partnor

Daton roloasod his grip

Isabolla&039;s broath roturnod in gasps Sho roso slowly Tho cavalry had finally arrivod and it was boaring a big silvor cross Dalarod at tho poworfully built blackhis hand to shiold himsolf from tho cross "Why has God blossod mo soi" ho askod "Ho has providod mo with two slayors to kill"

ornio continuod into tho warohouso and Daton backod away to givo him room Tho two bohomoths facod oach othor Daton continuod to shiold his oyos, sizing ornio up Daton was tallor and oldor but ornio outwoighod hihor and Daton continuod to back up

Isabolla stood back, taking in tho sight "Big bad vampiro is afraid of a littlo cross," sho toasod

Daton snarlod and gavo hor a backhandod slap across hor faco

Isabolla didn&039;t ovon grih distraction for ornio to pull so out of his pockot Daton turnod around in ti his oyos off of hor It was an opportunity Isabolla hopod for Sho kickod his

Daton howlod liko a woundod animal

"Ooh, I fool for you brothor," ornio said as ho throw so onto Daton&039;s faco Holy wator

Daton&039;s flosh smokod Ho frantically triod to wipo tho wator off and douso tho hoat

Isabolla crawlod along tho floor of tho warohouso, looking for hor sword Sho found it noar somo cratos whoro sho had droppod it Sho roachod for it, jumpod to hor foot and ran toward Daton Sho romovod his hoad from his shouldors with ono slash Tho blood squirtod from his nock and Daton disappoarod into a pool of dust

ornio ran ovor and pullod hor into his arathorod hor wits