Who: Isolde, Tristan, Isabelle and eventually Albus if Lisa wants. What:Isolde is going to make Tristan and Albus pretty mad. When: Night of the 26th. Where: London around Diagon Alley. Rating: High just in case. Status: Incomplete.
Isolde was tired, she had been living for years in the depths of despair from the loss of Tristan and when she finally tried being human she was condemned for it. She was condemned for having lovers to pass the endless amounts of time. Unlike him, she didn’t have years of a break to rest her soul, she didn’t even know if she had a soul anymore. All she knew was that if he couldn’t love her or try and trust her as she was, there was no going back. She was going to give him a reason to not trust her and she was going to make him finish it. She was tired of meaningless flings, of meaningless partners. No one could fill the void that was made when he died, and he didn’t want to come back to her. It was a simple answer. He could end her pain and she would let him.
She scouted for days trying to find the perfect victim and then she did. A woman who was strong enough to fight her off if she could and if not a worthy victim to the bite. Something she would do and leave as a trail. Unfortunately the battle came and went and Isolde, stronger, faster and lethal won. Isolde was sorry for what was to happen, but she was what she was according to Tristan why fight it when she was labeled as a killer regardless?
Isolde left Tristan a message and a means to find her. She left clues, she left a trail of blood and it was clear what sort. It wasn’t like she was trying to make herself hidden from him. It was going to be the easiest and shortest hunt in his history since she was openly looking to be caught. Maybe this would finally be what they needed, what she needed. Maybe this would release all the pain she carried for years for not being there with him when he was killed because she hadn’t known.
Isolde sat in the empty building, staring at the woman who laid her eyes wide as she bled out, isolde didn’t want her blood, she wasn’t hungry and in truth she hadn’t had live blood in a long time, not like that. She got transfusions for her ‘blood illness’. It saved her life why would she taint herself again by killing, but she would make Tristan believe it was real. She bit the girl on the neck and the wrist to ensure maximum bleeding as she drug Isabelle through the streets to this point.
She noted the ring and she felt guilty she was taking someone’s dream as hers was taken. But perhaps this girls lover would fair better than her own. Perhaps they could make things work the way she and Tristan no longer could. In a twisted way they could have an eternity together if they so chose. Something Isolde would have given anything not to have herself, alone.
She heard movement, it wasn’t hard for her, she also heard the beating of Tristan’s heart beat and she waited, waited till she knew he was close enough to see and she slid her wrist and forced her blood into Isabelle’s mouth, holding her still for the exchange. “It gets easier with time.” She said in a soft voice but it was clearly not to the girl who was fighting but failing before she passed out from lack of blood.
She turned to stare at the darkness where she knew Tristan to be standing. “I can hear each beat and echo of your heart. I can hear as it rushes through your body. I can hear your movements, your weapon movements.” She turned away unafraid as she looked back down at the girl before her, before moving away from the body and releasing a heavy sigh. “It’s amazingly fast to spread the illness from body to body.” She continued. “Already what’s left of her blood is pulsing with it, pushing the virus through her veins to her heart and organs to change her and slowly she’ll begin to heal and feel differently.”
She turned again to face him, her eyes directly on his.
“You wanted to kill me. I won’t fight you Tristan.” There was sadness now in her voice. She could see him clearly and it was heart breaking. He changed with time, at least physically a little. But she hadn’t. Only her appearance from the woman she had once been to the woman that stood before him now. “But I never lied to you. I have never stopped loving you and I did try to change the way I survived for your memory.”