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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

there was a space in the wall here, the mirror wasn't full length but he lifted his

said when he felt a

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

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

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

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