Reaper's Word

Isaiah felt a very strong desire to laugh louder. It had been a very long time since he'd done that. Her reaction was most comical. A little different than normal. She'd bolted instantly, where others that he'd done that to had stood there staring at him for a moment. Like they couldn't think.

It was always helpful to control those that you fed from. Especially when they could be very inventive in ways to attack you. He felt pain, more than a human would, he felt any physical sensation far more intensely than a human would. However, he was capable of pushing past it better too.

Even so he was never truly pleased, nor satisfied by anyone or anything, and he'd tried. Oh did he try. It was frustrating. Frustrating to have this human body and be unable to take care of every need, every desire, every pleasure to his inhuman body. Really his body was two. He had his human body and trapped inside was what he really was.

The part of him that didn't seem able to enjoy the same things that his human body did. Like right now, he knew that it would be simple to please his human side. His other half, not so much, it never was. There was a long list of rules and constraints on his other side. Only one time had it really felt sated. He just felt the faint smile he had starting to fade thinking about it. Also the reason he was stuck here.

Isaiah moved down a hall, to go to the west wing of the house. He wanted to go into the greenhouse there. The most interesting plants grew in there. One it was a good calming area. Two he felt a presence there that he could use. He was hoping to run across another human, preferably a woman. Having had Clair so close, his sex drive was revved up at the moment. Isaiah gave a sigh thinking.

He was stuck here until he got what he lost back. Which wasn't going to happen. What he lost was very specific and his captors, the Grietio family, were most determined to never let that happen. Their eldest son had a certain annoying talent, he was a rare psychic human. At least a true psychic, he could control his talents.

Michael was his name, and it was his father that had made the plan to get Isaiah trapped in here. Michael cross checked each human coming in the building. Made sure that none of them were truly psychic, in that way would cause a bit of a problem for them. Though a male psychic not so much. Isaiah had run across a couple male psychics over the years and they had lasted longer than the others, but no psychic females.

kept hoping that one would slip past Michael, but like Michael Isaiah was capable of sensing talent. No one was able to hide their signatures, it was an unheard of ability to be honest. Masking one's psychic

had been a psychic too. She was the reason he was stuck here. She'd been a very strong and powerful one, able to go into the minds of others and change their memories. That had been what had drawn Isaiah to her in the first place. However she was dead and he was stuck in here helpless to get at those that had stuck him in here. He hadn't even cared about the woman, just the thought of what she could provide. Yet here he was, chained

up every detail now and narrowed down the who, and what it would be. Definitely a woman, good, very good. He liked women, he didn’t respond to men. Men

the one he came upon now. There were a lot of good signs there, but he also wasn't in the mood to kill what was

holding a knife in her hand. There was blood on it, and by the smell it was Zeta's. She would be looking for this woman to come and kill

right there." She said pointing the blade out, she

will. You failed in our last meeting. I’m here to collect. I don't have to keep my word." He told her, no games for her this time. He had a few needs that had to be met right now and she was it. He was surprised by the sharpness of which he needed to feed. The fact that he needed a woman's body. It had been a long time since such a strong urge had struck him, but what did it

"You said..."

now." He moved toward her his eyes going solid black. His needs riding him hard. He didn't know if he could really control himself to not kill her

let me go." She said backing up and moving toward the exit of

She looked panic stricken now. Blood always tasted so much better with that spike of adrenaline running through it. It was such

with the knife, with a twist the bones snapped and she cried out in pain. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back through the room dragging her by it as she fought with him. He knew she was going to. She was going to try and