Reaper's Word

Chapter 27: Game of Cut-Throat

Isaiah woke to light streaming down from above and put a hand over his face. It was near midday. He let out his mind and felt that there were at least thirteen people in the house. That was a lot for being delivered during the moon.

He sat up and reached over one shoulder to scratch his back. The twin lines there were red with irritation and slightly scabbed over. He stood and grabbed a fresh pair of clothes. He felt really well fed which told him that he'd been more focused on that, then killing during the moon. Always a plus he'd rather kill them for substance than for the hell of it.

He also mentally felt to see if he could catch something from Clair. Of course he didn't but what was new? He'd been lucky the first day she'd come with the group to have felt her. He wondered what had changed in that time. Leaving the room he padded barefoot through the house moving toward the grand staircase. He could hear voices there. Curiosity led him to see what humans might entertain him.

"Smash it out."

"If you can't go out a door. How the hell can you go out a window?" A woman's voice said, it was a bit more high pitched. Kind of annoying really. Didn't really flow all that well.

Isaiah came down the hall and looked down the staircase. A blonde haired male was holding a chair and near him were two others. A light brown haired male and a dark haired woman. He had to do a double take because for an instant he thought Clair was standing there. There was a disappointment that he pushed away. He'd find her later.

"I'd prefer you didn't smash the windows in my house." He said. "You can't get out that way, but you should know that already." They spun around to look at him. The woman had been staring at the picture on the wall at the bottom of the staircase, Clair's picture of the caves. He was wondering where that ended up. He'd seen it moving around the house a few times along with other drawings she seemed to leave out. Like the house enjoyed them too.

"Who are you?"

"He's that thing that Clair told us about." Isaiah sighed inwardly. Clair would warn them, probably had helped a few hide. By now she should have learned to just look out for herself. That little female was a perplexing thing and it just added to her. That and a few other things he could definitely name.

"And where is Clair?" Isaiah asked.

"We haven't seen her since the night we got here." Isaiah came down the stairs. The three looked panicked as he was holding them to the spot. He was well fed and they had weaker minds that he just went into. He didn't want them to run yet, but it was draining. He was better at it in his other form. However if he changed he'd be feral. Fuck this place and the restraint it put on him.

There was a sudden flare from the woman. Like a sharp jab to Isaiah's mind. A defensive reflex from it and he immediately focused on her. His eyes narrowed and he pinned her with a harsh stare. He forced his mind into hers instantly searching it. For one second he'd had a sudden excitement and possible hope. She had a psychic signature, he however felt a curl to his lip for a moment.

She made a cry of pain as he tore through it tearing down her barriers. He let her go with a bitter disappointment. She was psychic alright, just not what he needed. She wasn't anywhere near the strength that he required and her blood type was wrong. Useless, fuck, he nearly walked over to snap her neck just for the fact for one second he thought Michael had failed. No, but she was useless. Her mind didn't have the capacity to expand and train her talent. She was just food.

If only he could take that signature and give it to Clair. He'd bet his fucking life if Clair was given a chance she'd learn. She'd get stronger, but she had no signature. However she had one hell of a mental block on her mind. Still if she was psychic she should have used it against him by now. Clair's blood type was right, he knew the moment he'd scented it. She had to be psychic or she would not survive what was needed. He pushed thoughts of her back. Clair was starting to come to his thoughts a lot he realized.

He more

"Leanne."

"Carlos."

"Giovanni."

you'll get out that way? Not worried even if you got out you wouldn't hit the ground a broken mess. Or one of

gaze moved over the couple and then back to Giovanni. Stupid, he wasn't getting out.

slight pressure from the house to stop? Of course not, humans were getting worse as the years progressed. However, Giovanni knew that Isaiah was being serious. He set the chair down as Isaiah was not in their heads controlling anything now. The three of them went very pale, as behind Isaiah two hell

a nod,

play pool?" Isaiah asked and the three looked very confused. He never got tired of that reaction. They always expected him to just jump on them and rip them apart. Listen, blood lust

"I don't know how." His gaze moved to the two men. He

the answer from

Follow." Isaiah looked over his shoulder. "Don't force me to make you either, or I'll let them have at you right now." They went down the hall to a set of stairs and went down. He waved his hand and a door opened. They went in and two pool

having been behind the humans forcing them forward. Zeta jumped up on the green one. Both of them in the form of dogs

are we doing?"

very bored in this house. Do you know how long I've been stuck in here?" He didn't wait for an answer. "A very long time, and I get little groups of humans to play with. I caught you and you belong to me now. You signed your life to this house, and to feed me and mine. You're going to play my game, refuse and I'll kill

us when it's done? What the hell's the point?" Giovanni nearly

asked, looking at

of you is going to feed Zeta." Zeta's head perked up and the humans were giving off so much fear it was feeding the three of them. Speaking to the predator in

that?" Leanne asked with a shaking

each other for it. Ever play cut-throat?"

it. No speaking what your numbers are to others."

she doesn't

and Carlos would be evenly matched, and Leanne was not good. However it would also be two on one. He didn't doubt that the couple would find a non verbal way of communicating. Leanne was an empath, he would find it

"This is twisted."

dire." The three of them grabbed a pool stick. Carlos handed one he thought would suit Leanne best. He quickly told her

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