"Twelve is young." Isobel sighed. "Or at least, too young for me to tell you what happened. Our visitor is a girl. She smells bout your age." She glanced in Arbella's direction. "Come out. I can hear your heart." The Vampire called.
Isobel rolled her eyes. "Our visitor should show herself if she wants to ask questions. I'm getting hungry, so I'll have to leave soon."
Isobel raised an eyebrow at the human's frown. "You can't feel pity for a Vampire, now could you?" She laughed, then sucked in a deep breath. That was not good. The honey scent of Willow's blood entered her body, making her head swim. Without thinking, the Vampire lunged at the girl's neck, pausing just an inch away. She tore herself away, and sprinted 10 meters away, her form blurring with the immense speed that she moved with. "Sorry," She called out.
