✗ —— City night life never slept. Constant parties going into the early hours of the morning. Isobel was flagging down a taxi cab with her fresh manicure that she had just gotten earlier that same day. Despite being a hybrid, Isobel indulged into the same pampering routines of mortal women. A taxi cab finally stopped in front of her as called to her. Opening the passenger backdoor, Isobel got into the cab.
There was a new club in L.A. called The Fiery Pit as if the name could possibly give any hints away, in reality it actually did. What Isobel did notice was this, after she got out of the cab, instead of having to wait in line with other lower ranking demons mixed with the awful stench of humans, Isobel was escorted in through the front doors. Isobel was after all, co-owner of the club and it was because of her ideas that made it so popular. To demons, humans were a source of food, business, even sport. Los Angela’s was H E R city. Higher ranking demons such as herself, had more training, more control over their powers even emotions. New demons, to Isobel anyway were confused even lost without their human souls. For a human soul to become a demon, a single soul must be T O R T U R E D in H E L L. Or such a rare case, making a deal with a crossroads demon for the mere price of one human soul. Making her way up towards the V.I.P. section, Isobel listened on and picked up on the different conversations that were going on within her club. Being a demonic-vampire hybrid meant that Isobel had a wide variety of powers including heightened hearing among others.
Taking her seat, Isobel sat as a waiter brought her a drink. A slight smirk playing up and around her lips.
❝ Oh boy, be a dear and bring me a fresh human heart early thirties hon.❞
Isobel was hungry, she just didn’t feel like getting her hands dirty tonight, then again…. perhaps not. A bodyguard came into the V.I.P. section with a mere look of desperation. Isobel knew that look all too well. Her dinner was going to be cut short, by a newly turned demon walking into her club. To Isobel, the liability of a new demon exposing the secrets of Hell to humans was N O T going to happen on her watch. Isobel walked over and leaned over the railing overlooking from the second floor within the club. Tuning into the argument…. after hearing enough, black veins appeared under eyes as her hybrid eyes made themselves know red pupils surrounded by blackness. Keeping her hybrid form in check as she bypassed humans, and demons alike. Finally reaching the demon that would sooner or later expose the entire underground secrets of her club.
❝ Hey buddy, look at me.❞
Isobel glared at the surrounding group that was gathering around her. Looking at her head bodyguard she nods her head at him, letting him know it was time to close up for the night. Isobel had a situation on her hands, and she needed all the space she could get tonight. Looking at the young man, seeing his eyes, those black demon eyes. Isobel also picked up a wide range of emotions with confusion being the main one.
Something wasn't right- in fact something was seriously wrong. He felt his heart pounding as he gazed around the crowd, disoriented and scared; he didn't know where he was, or where he had been. Everything was a blur and he could barely see straight.
He'd wondered into the club, recognizing the song that was playing, along with the sense of someone, or something like him nearby. He walked in and saw the dark lights and all of a sudden a quick flash of a memory flooded his mind, distracting him for a moment as he remembered where he'd been- hell. He shook his head as if it could push away the thoughts he was having and the anxiety he felt. Something was definitely wrong.
A moment later, a man walked past him, his shoulder hitting Jake hard. He hadn't even had time to think before his eyes flashed black and he bore into the man, but before Hingis could get carried away he heard someone talking to him. His head snapped towards her, and at the sight of her eyes, his flashed back to normal. He was sure he'd heard of whatever she was, but his brain was too fuzzy to recall.
Suddenly, everyone was being escorted outside and the club was being closed. He looked around and wondered who else was like him- who else was something other? "Where am I?" He questioned simply, the thick emotions playing out clearly in his words. He had other questions, like 'how'd I get out?', 'why can't I remember anything?' But he figured he'd start off with the simplest- or at least he hoped it was the simplest question.
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