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Zeig sat in the chair. He looked weak."Alright...Thanks for the help. I still need to feed. I'm sure I'll feel alot better if I feed." he said. by this time he wounds had started to slowly close up but the UV was still there. It started to seep out of his wounds."I'll be right back....I'm going to go to the Medical Center." Zeig said as he slowly stood up. He made his way t the medical center.

((Exit: medical))

"I can understand why.."Lance said this was a boring day for him too."What's your name?"he asked.

Isabelle walks into the room, completely swallowing the surrounding shadows, shrouded in dark a dark red gown. Her eyes watching the lounging vampires with reserved interest. These creatures, her people, were so funny sometimes. They had a way of carrying themselves with high-powered grace and elegance, an air of authority, yet they acted so immature sometimes, as we all do.
She strode to on red silk draped chair and let herself sink into its comfortable folds, legs crossed, one long-nailed hand resting on her leg. She had just fed, so her eyes were bright with the reflecting blood of her prey. Her lips were full, swollen with the feed. The darkness that follows this Voidmaster finally settle themselves around her, creeping into the silken creases and waiting for their mistress' call. Isabelle looks around at the carefully protected, sun-proof room that still seemed to keep its decorum. She drums her fingers on her leg, completely bored with nothing to do, for she had already fed, and did not wish to visit her friends right now. She watches from a distance the vampires around her laugh and scowl at each other from across the room.

Isabelle gazes around, completely and utterly bored, wondering if any of the vampires will approach her today. They never do, and it is always amusing to watch them avoid her like a Lycan itself. Her strange, alien beauty is always intimidating to them, all except the Voidmasters, like herself, but they usually stick to the shadows of the City instead of the Coven itself. Her fellow shadow dwellers were secluded creatures, some of them not, but most made love to the shadows and darkness. They were its lovers. Intimate partners in the moon's never ending dance across the sky.
She continues watching the different types of vampire interact with each other in an awkward and expectant way.
Ah, the joys of being a respected outcast.

Isabelle stared at the Voidmaster, Lance. Greeting another, but his attention partially on herself. Did he think that she didn't know he was a Voidmaster? He might approach her, her skin crawled with the thought of one of the only Voidmasters that actually came out in the day, as opposed to their love of the dark.
This would be interesting.

Isabelle stares in disbelief at the other Voidmaster waving her over. Does he actually want her to come and speak to him and that other girl? She doesn't move, doesn't dare. Maybe if she melts into the shadow, her preferred status of isolation will be restored.
Half of her so desired to approach the unsuspecting public and eventually become one of them, but a more determined, confident part of herself simply adored this station, as a secret woman who does nothing more hunt, kill, and follow orders from the Higher Ones. The Ones that send her on secret assignments to search and destroy Lycans, Demons, or other Hunter. Being smaller and a simple nuisance to her shadow powers.
Yet, he was still there. Looking at her and beckoning her come. Asking her if she would like to join. So, she stood; the entire room seemed to freeze as she did. Isabelle never moved unless to exit or enter this room or move to her spot by the window. Her unworldly grace seemed to make all elegance stand out and her lithe, predatory walk become more dangerous. Yet, he still bid her come. This boy dared to even look at her while other just walked by, pretending she didn't sit there, yet never coming near. Every time, there was a giant circle of space where the surrounding vampires didn't sit. Where they wanted to get as far away from the alienated woman as they could.
And yet, he did not.

Isabelle knew the boy wanted her to come, so she stayed standing. The movement continued around the room once again, and the standing woman was forgotten, even though she stayed there at the back of their minds. The only one who acknowledged her was Lance, a handsome boy she noticed, and so she walked toward him. The attention of the room was once again upon her, being that this was something never seen by the respected assassin, Isabelle Marquette. Her auburn curls flowing around her, her pale, nearly white skin, gleamed like white marble in the dim candlelight. She strode toward him, her arms swishing through the air with unexpected grace.
She finally reached him and sat beside him on the couch. She stared into his eyes and one side her lips turned up in a half smile, which made her entire face come to life.
"Hello."