Reaper's Word

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.

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.

where his eyes were solid black. Where the fuck was she hiding that she could see these things? He turned to look around the

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

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

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

up to the

the mirror wasn't full length but he lifted his leg up

He said when he felt a slight

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

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

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

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,