"I don't know. I don't really remember it," she said honestly. She had very brief and vague memories of being Vilandra. But she had never really been able to access her life as Vilandra the way Tess had accessed Ava so easily. It made Isabel wonder how different she, Michael and Max would have turned out if Nasedo had raised them too. Then again, Tess had turned out to be a murdering lying bitch who killed Isabel's first love. So there was that.
"I'm not really hungry," she said. She was sulking a bit, still hung up on her fight with Max. He even had his own bottle of tabasco sauce that he wasn't sharing with her, the jerk. Nobody in the kitchen seemed to appreciate her weird desire for sweet and spicy things to be mixed together. Her and Max and Michael ate tabasco on everything or at least they used to before the apocalypse happened.
"And who in their right mind would want a vampire sucking on their neck?" she asked him. She wasn't being a bitch, it was an honest question. She could not for the life of her figure out how the hell that vampire brothel she'd heard rumors of in the woods even worked. She understood the desperate lengths that some would go to for protection but the prison was in town. "What's the fun in that?" she asked him seriously. She knew some people were into it. She had seen people with marks on their neck, she knew people made deals with the vampires even in the prison and offered their blood in return. Maybe it was just one of those human things that Isabel would never understand. It wasn't like she hadn't tried. She had spent the first eighteen years of her life clinging to her humanity and wanting nothing more than to be a normal teenage girl.