Reaper's Word

Clair stuck her head out of the vent looking. She saw a man with his back to her. A pillowcase on the floor he was looking through it. One of his guns behind him on the floor. Clair held out her hand and it zoomed to her noiselessly. She put the strap over her shoulder as she held herself there by her legs.

She climbed down to her little home and stored it there. Never know when one might come in handy. She went out the other side. There had been no gun fire for some time now and she was starving. She couldn't remember when she ate last. She knew that the fifteen minutes were well over. She just didn't know where Isaiah was or the hell hounds.

She wasn't really worried about getting shot. She went into the kitchen and made herself some food and downed it. She grabbed the milk and was bobbing her head to a tune that only she could hear. She moved around the center island cleaning up her mess. The black granite counter tops free of debris she leaned against the one counter and looked up.

She was staring at the pots and pans, and thought that it might be fun to draw them in some abstract way. Their shadows leaving a very interesting design. She felt Isaiah then, he was moving through the house not far from her. He was a jumble of emotions though none really out shining the others. He seemed rather worked up for some reason.

The hell hounds she could feel a cold joy running through them. She didn't think that the men in the house would have guns much longer. Clair stayed where she was for a few more minutes, and then moved around the kitchen to leave. Isaiah popped up in the doorway and she let out a sharp cry of surprise. He must have been moving very quickly through the house to just show up here that fast. He just grabbed her lifting her up and moving back set her down on the large center island.

He moved very quickly pushing her farther back on the counter with a bit of force and came up after her. She didn't know what he was doing. His eyes were solid black. She could feel relief coming from him so strongly it was infecting her, as was his desire. He felt wild, something she hadn't felt from him before.

"You couldn't possibly know how glad I am to see you alive right now." He said, bringing his mouth to hers and forcing her down. He tore at her clothes like a wild animal. Shredding it and his own, he had no care about anything right now. Just that Clair was here and he could have her body. He could relieve the tension in him, he was more than high strung right now.

Isaiah, had remained frozen in place for a good amount of time. The second that he'd been freed he'd torn through the house. Found one man, killed him to feed in a rather savage way. Then tore through the rest of the house to find Clair. Killing wasn't going to completely relieve the tension in his body. It wasn't going to stop the surge from the drugs and potion they put in him to reinstate the ritual.

There was still that small part that wondered for sure. He

hounds were looking for the men that had come into the house. He could hear the fighting and noise telling him they found a few of them. Isaiah shut it out. He just wanted the woman before him. He didn't hesitate to take her either. This would be the fastest he'd manage to calm himself. It

in hers. Why did she feel so damn good? What was it about Clair that no other woman seemed to have? Her body gripping his so perfectly. The soft moist heat of her felt incredibly good every damn time. Like she was made for him. She fit him perfectly and

drove him on, desiring more, needing more. His hands dropped to the counter above her shoulders. He felt his hands curve slightly, his nails digging into the granite. He had claws sharper than knives in his other form and right now they'd sliced into the counter top. He moved one hand to her hip raising

she gave a deep moan. The cry caught in her throat. His mouth moved over the front of her throat then. He however followed, his release quick and sharp. He pulled from her hopping down from the counter. She moved, and seemed rather dazed at the moment. He just picked her up, taking her with him through the house. She gave a cry

her face down and forcing his body back into her. This was what he needed right now, and she would give him what he wanted. He needed

__Clair__

they didn't seem to tell her much about reapers. After the other day she needed to know more about this ritual. She wanted to know more about

rather glad that Isaiah was normal again. Well as normal as he could get. She'd stayed with him the past two nights. Though the second night she'd been surprised when he only wanted her presence and nothing

design of the bricks very interesting. She'd wondered what hell hounds did with their free

She flipped it open. It was in the occult section. She'd spent yesterday and the better part of today looking for anything that would help her. The moment she flipped this open she knew that she would have at least a little to work with. About time, she'd been in here for

know a lot about reapers just that she knew that Isaiah was one. She said that only reapers could tie a hell hound to them with a simple taste of blood. Hell hounds otherwise could choose who they

it was handwritten. Still she got a few bits of good information assuming that it was true. Reapers it seemed were the personification of death. If brought to the human plane they would need to live off the energy of

different talents. Able to hypnotize with a look and read the minds of others. Now Clair knew why she didn't like to meet Isaiah's gaze. There was also a small note that once they made a promise they were bound by it until