Reaper's Word

"She's waking." A man said and she tried to look around. Someone took her arm and was holding something in their hand. Clair felt herself being laid down on a hard floor. She was feeling very disoriented.

"This will keep her calm enough." She felt a sting in the crook of her arm and burning. She made a sound of pain and tried to jerk away. It felt a lot like a bee sting, what had happened again? Her memory started to come back slowly but now mixed with odd things. It was hard to tell how much time was passing.

"He's coming!" Someone shouted into the room. The needle in her arm was removed.

"We'll save the rest for later. Lock it and leave her we have to go. There is no time. He'll stop for her so we can scatter." Gustav said and there was a lot of movement in the room as at least four people scampered out. Clair was starting to feel very tired and everything was kind of far away.

It felt like she was just floating there on the floor. Her tongue glued to the top of her mouth, it wasn't so bad. Nothing seemed to really matter at the moment. She could just lay there and sleep. Sleep that sounded so good. She felt something though. Something angry and dark and it was coming toward her.

Not so good she needed to leave. It meant something to her, and so she moved to sit up and the room spun. She gave a hysterical laugh. Looking at her hands like they were new to her. Trying to clear her head, she moved to stand. She had to leave, she grabbed the bedpost her vision blurred and she was swaying on the spot. How did one walk again? Wow this was not fun, what had they stuck her with?

The door to the room opened and someone was standing in the doorway. She blinked trying to make the figure out. She moved her hand from the post to rub her eyes but that was a bad move and her legs gave out. The floor rushed to meet her, but she felt a strong arm catch her around the middle. She smelled spearmint. In her head where she seemed trapped she knew this was bad. It was only Isaiah that smelled like that.

and opened the door with his mind, and standing in the dark of the room was Clair. Not exactly the one he expected to be standing there. Which

others trying to get away as fast as possible. He smelled the scent of a drug in the room. Her arm that held the bedpost had blood trickling from it a clear needle mark. That was

the middle. He lifted her up as she couldn't possibly walk. He set her on the bed for a second in a sitting position. He made her look at him, but it was obvious that she couldn't focus long. The lights in the room went on and she winced, making an incoherent sound. Her eyes were dilated and she smelled of the

do you know where they went?" If she knew it

had no idea what she was trying to say, and he pulled the hair from her face. He could see red marks and the beginning of bruising on her temple and jaw. She took a deep breath and in a slurred

I didn't kill

just polluted Clair with drugs. He wanted to be able to taste her without such things. It was clear that she put up a fight and

back up carrying her to a bathroom. Setting her down, so she could lean over the bathtub. And none too soon, she was violently sick a few seconds later. Judging by her scent he didn't

to quickly flush it out, and she threw up twice more though it was mainly dry heaving. He turned on the water and let it run while he rummaged in the cabinet for something to use. He grabbed the cap of the mouth wash

her like this, but he had her now and that was bad luck on her part. He

He looked rather miffed and scented the air looking at them both. Isaiah was shown what happened, Clair