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Isabella watched the situation unfold. The woman was not leaving, the man wasn't coming into the alley, and she could feel Tia get more and more tense every second. As soon as the woman snatched the gun back from the man's pocket, Isabella knew that this wouldn't end without someone getting...

Isabella could feel that the man was going to say no. She'd already started making up an excuse—a really, really important reason that they had to go through the alleys—when she heard a voice ringing through the alleys. She turned, thinking only that someone that was actually lost would...

Isabella stayed frozen as she was, trying to think of a way out of the situation that wouldn't end with her dead. She had to run, but with the woman flailing around with that gun, she couldn't see a way to manage it. The time stretched as she desperately racked her brain for a way out, and a man...

Isabella saw the woman's movement, but didn't connect the dots until she was staring down the barrel of the gun. She gasped and cried out in fright, hands immediately lifting beside her head. As she did, she checked that her hat was pulled down, and that her eyes were covered. Surely this was a...

Isabella stormed through the forest, taking long, meandering routes to try and calm herself down. Hunting while angry as never a good idea; you needed a clear head. Time passed, and she could finally think about her battle plan for getting fed. Maybe, she could also think about whether or not...

The prospect of tacos made Dodie smile from ear to ear, despite the fact that spicy food really didn't agree with her much (she was the colour of a milk bottle, after all) and she'd probably end up having the most boring options on the table. "Oh, that'll be good!" she said, voice bubbling with...

Tia's retaliation made it even more difficult for Isabella to hold her tongue, but she managed it. She was being so condescending about it, for no reason. If Isabella could wrap her head around her own existence—a mind–controlling, cannibalistic, forever–child—then she'd definitely get whatever...

Isabella huffed. "I don't even know what buildings you're talking about," she lied. She crossed her arms over her chest and fixed Tia with a glare. "I only know the alleys. Which is why I can only hunt there. And I can't do it just myself anymore." Last time she'd done a hunt on her own, she...

The last week of April rolled in, and the spring turned warm. Isabella's thicker clothes weren't suited to the weather, but her regular way of finding new ones—digging through bins—didn't work in Blue Creek Valley, especially not as more and more people started turning up dead. She and Tia could...

Isabella listened carefully for Tia's reply, stopping in her tracks. Calling back a quiet "alright!", she went back towards the way they'd came in, the cooler bouncing against her leg as she went. As she did, she passed the gun display, and paused. One of them would be useful, if Ms Baccay came...

Isabella clicked the lid onto the tupperware and shoved it back into her bag as she stood up. She frowned a little, and pointed up at the roofs that they'd been up on just a few minutes ago. "If you need a better view, just go up there again," she offered, but halfway through her sentence Tia...

Isabella licked her lips as she packed away the meat, trying to figure out how long it would last her. She didn't usually like to budget her food, but she didn't have much of an option this time; the man's body would be found, and everyone would be a lot more cautious, about pretty much...

Isabella kept up her pace as she weaved through the streets, doing her best not to run into any dead–ends. She never saw the man when she looked over her shoulder, only sometimes seeing his shadow just around the bend. She started to peer into the different dead streets she passed, hoping that...

Isabella carefully eyed the shivering tail, trying to suppress the shiver that threatened to roll down her spine. Tia creeped her out normally, but the glint in her eyes—excitement—was enough to nearly push her over the edge. But Isabella really couldn't say anything; she was just as excited to...

Isabella followed Tia's gaze to the ladder. She was thankful that she noticed it; she'd thought that she would have had to ride Tia back down, which would have been the worst after what just happened. She walked over to the ladder, carefully putting her weight one leg at a time on the metal bar...

Isabella lowered the bone and tucked it under her arm. It was annoying to carry, but she much preferred to have it on her; there was something about Tia that made her feel like she needed to protect herself, and it wasn't just the fact that she was a monster. Tia walked past her, and Isabella...

Not fancying the explanation, Isabella grit her teeth and snarled. "Why not just freaking ask?" she shouted, "why not just say, 'oh hey, you don't need to do that, just get on me and I'll jump over'? You know, I actually probably would have been okay with it!" Holding the bone, she quickly...

Isabella was half–way across the roof, walking back to the fire escape, when she heard Tia land behind her. She turned around, one eyebrow raised. "You don't have to come with me." She sounded more annoyed than anything. "Just go, I'll catch up, easy." Then suddenly, without asking, Tia just...

Isabella kept her eyes on the streets while Tia spoke. This was obviously the town she grew up in, and everyone knew her. But did they know her as Tia, the teen that saved a girl from a monster, or as a beast, that almost ate the girl five minutes later? Isabella had a feeling it was the...

If Isabella could have hissed, she probably would have done it right back. She settled for a pointed glare. "It was a joke," she deadpanned, then turned away, cheeks burning. She jogged up the stairs at first, but the sound the creaking stairs made was loud enough to make her worry that someone...