And so it begins (Sitewide Battle: The Beginning)

[Centara Zealon]

Alzubra Alley was drenched in sunlight. Though she was not a big fan of it, Centara had some things she had to do. Through one of her vampires, she was informed of a possible DeathEater meeting that would be occurring somewhere between Alzubra and Drear Alley. Her informant did not inform her who would be at this meeting nor what it would be about, but any information about the current status of Darren’s planning would be useful and she would not pass up the opportunity. She had no idea whether or not the informant had told her valid information, but there was no harm in trying. Her black cloak billowed in the wind as she travelled down through an alleyway that connected the two. Her attire was ready for a quick getaway if this meeting went sour, made up of a pair of flat heeled boots, skinny jeans, and a basic tee. She had little intent of sticking around if a fight did erupt. The coma effects had mostly worn off but she had yet to try herself out in battle and had no intent of doing it today if it wasn’t necessary.

As she rounded the corner, she avoided a cluster of witches at the end of the alley and felt their eyes on her as she walked past them. Whatever gossip they had just been enthralled with apparently did not top the witch who had just walked past them. Centara’s hood was covering her face and the only thing really visible beneath it was her pale skin and her eyes that shown slightly red. They were judging her and most likely so had most of the people throughout the alley, but she was not about to change her mission. The only reason she would do so was following her at this moment. She stopped about halfway down the alley, the red color in her eyes growing slightly more prominent beneath her raised hood. The alley was far less populated than the previous location with only a few groups of people standing around talking to one another. That was because this area had far less businesses than the main strip of Alzubra Alley so most people did not come this way unless they had conversations to carry out.

Even when she was walking through the busier streets, Centara was still able to distinguish the smell of werewolf from everything else around her. It was getting quite ridiculous how she smelled it in most of the places she went lately. However hard she tried to ignore it, it was nearly impossible to do so. The damn wolf would not leave her alone and it was driving her up a wall. The only time where it had really bothered her was when her smell was strong in Der Keller. She was sure with the sound barrier broken from the officer she had killed the hound had learned something she should have never known. Centara, Keara and Josh had been talking about the lasting effects of her coma as well as their intent to move forward in their plans. That information could be used against her and she was not fond of that. It seemed like ever since that day, Isis’ scent had been showing up in the oddest of places. There was something about how close Isis was today, though, that made Centara believe that she was no longer in the mood to stalk. There was only so long a werewolf, no matter how seasoned, could keep their claws tucked away.

“I grow tired of this, Isis,” Centara muttered, turning her head over her shoulder to look in the direction of the wolf. She knew Isis would hear her. Though a werewolf’s strength and speed did not work unless they were in full wolf form, their senses still rivaled those of vampires even in human form. “How long must you stalk me before you finally let me have some peace? I’m getting tired of smelling your stench wherever I go.” She had turned completely around at this point to face the direction where she knew the werewolf was standing.

[Isis Moswen]

The day had a different feel to it. For the past few week of Isis Moswen’s life, the days had begun to run together. It was the same old routine day after day. Wake up, go to the Ministry, keep her eyes and ears peeled for any sign of news that would interest Darren or snoop around on Ashton Wentworth and then leave once the work day was over. After work, she spent several hours out of the night trailing Centara Zealon and Wentworth until her eyelids had enough and forced themselves to close. She didn’t even want to think about the weekends she had wasted doing the same thing. It had been exciting in the beginning, mostly because Darren had finally given her something worthwhile to do, but now it had grown trite. Her legs yearned to roam elsewhere other than the confines of the Ministry, Der Keller and wherever else the idiots she had been forced to watch decided to take themselves. Her pride had also begun taking a beating. After pleading with the Dark Lord just the other week to allow her to take on another role in his grand scheme, he had denied her. Morgan had informed her how there was nothing else that warranted her special skills. Isis had argued with him for hours as to why her intensified senses couldn’t be put to better use. He could give her no logical reason and ended the conversation informing her to put her bloodhound abilities back to work. She had not been pleased.

Only two things had happened that had even been enough to warrant Isis’ full and devoted attention. The first had been Zealon’s little vampire meeting just the other week. She had followed the bloodsucker to Der Keller. After an hour or two of being hit on by practically every male werewolf that had entered their section of the club, she heard the sound of Centara’s shrill voice entering one of the conference rooms, followed not too long after by a series of footsteps. Setting her drink down, she had quietly wandered over to the wall by the only room with the door still open. The lack of privacy had been Isis’ ticket in. Not only had she heard sounds of a vamp or two dying, which was strange, but not nearly as odd as the news of a coma. That had certainly explained the two long years of peace she had been able to endure. Though it did cause her to roll her eyes knowing that some stupid woman couldn’t even tell the difference between whiskey and poisoned whiskey. It was a clever little trick, however. She’d have to do some research to figure out what potion had such powerful effects to put to sleep those dirty bloodsuckers. When Isis’ thought the news couldn’t get any better, she had been wrong. Zealon started talking about a plan and needing the other vamp’s involvement in it. Her brow had been raised as she learned her head further to the door. She had known it all along. Vampires were never to be trusted and here was her proof. Darren was going to be so pleased with her.

The other bit of information, much juicier than Zealon’s, had involved Darren’s sister Kaydence. Since her trailing of Wentworth had begun, he had been the main focus of her attention since Zealon never did anything exciting until the night at Der Keller. The first time she had seen him with the younger Morgan, Isis had been stunned. Not only because Darren’s sister wasn’t supposed to be in Austria, but the fact that she was hanging around with a Ministry official was even more scandalous. She knew that Darren needed to know. His entire life and goals were threatened by it. One slip of Kaydence’s tongue and everything that had been worked for up to this point would come crashing down. It was something that shouldn’t have been kept from him, but she was. Isis had her reasons for it. Darren didn’t need to be distracted by his sister’s presence in the country. Just when he was finally starting to get the ball rolling, she had to magically appear. Knowing that Darren would never be fully focused with knowing that she was in the country, she had continued to keep it a secret, waiting for the right time to reveal everything to him. She figured it be best to wait until she had brought Centara to Darren so he’d at least have that weight off of his shoulders. This one would need all the free mind that he could offer.

With the bit of information about Zealon that she did inform Darren about, it had been enough for some traces of action to finally show itself on the horizon. To say that Morgan had been displeased about Zealon’s ultimate betrayal would have been an understatement. Isis had to duck out of the way when he had a temper tantrum and flipped his desk over at the Manor. His full distrust of the vampires had finally happened and she couldn’t have been more pleased with herself. He had also finally taken the initiative to decide that it was time for Centara to be brought for him for her own personal questioning. Using one of the few followers that still remained loyal to him, Darren had demanded he find Zealon, falsely inform her of a fake meeting that’d be happening between their small band and have her make an appearance. From there, it would be Isis job to wrangle her up and take her, with Darren, to the location of his choosing. It had been the most exciting thing that she had looked forward to since her initial meeting with him about bringing the bloodsucker to him. She was sure he wouldn’t mind if she sent her on her way with a scratch or two, accidentally of course.

So it had been set. Today was the day where they would finally have the vamp in their grasp. Isis had travelled with Darren to the club he formerly shared with his sister and had been finalizing arrangements with him all morning. When the time for the supposed meeting drew closer, she had been sent off to the place that would play host to the meeting. ”Use the mark to contact me when you’ve got her. I’ll apparate to you and we’ll take it from there” The smile on her face was visible to anyone that passed her as her heels clicked down the streets of Alzubra. There was nothing that could possibly ruin the day for her. She was finally going to get that little brat to herself. After Darren was done with her of course, but she would have her chance. Most importantly, Isis was finally going to be standing next to Darren on this one. He was the only one she trusted to help him with such a task and she had no intention of letting him down. Who knew what else awaited her after this was over with? Maybe there was even more power in store for her. As she continued to walk she kept her nose fixed on the scents around here. She could smell fresh chocolate from the local bakery a street or two down. The thick smoke from cigars at one of the local pubs. The smell of the foul blood of vampires hit it every once in awhile, but not the scent that she was looking for. Zealon had her own fetid odor. It was more disgusting then the others and reeked of an arrogance Isis wasn’t sure of why existed.

Turning a corner, the meeting site was only a few feet away when she finally smelled what she was looking for. Making a face, the scent was so overbearing, Isis quickened her pace. She wanted to be waiting for her, though Zealon probably already knew that she was there. Vampires sense of smell was nowhere near as good as her kind, but they were able to differentiate a werewolf from others, just as she was able to do. Zealon more than likely knew that she was being trailed, but it didn’t matter now. In a few minutes time, she’d be captured and everything would start to fall into place. Isis leaned up against one of the walls of a building, bending her left leg at the knee and resting her hell on the building. She began tapping it impatiently. Zealon’s footsteps were growing closer and her anticipation was as well. Not even the stifling heat could diminish her mood. Pulling the collar of her black tank top away from her neck Isis briefly fanned herself. Her naturally increased body temperature mixed with the heat would have normally made any other’s blood boil and melt their internal organs. Thankfully, she was only sweating a bit and not enough to make her make-up run.

”I grow tired of this Isis.” Smirking, Isis turned her head to the direction of the voice. The footsteps had finally stepped a few feet away. Centara wasn’t in sight, but she knew the woman was mere feet away. “Grow tired of what?” she asked, playing dumb. “I just got here.” Her suspicions had been confirmed, but it wasn’t anything to worry about. Darren would be here within minutes. “How long must you stalk me before you finally let me have some peace? I’m getting tired of smelling your stench wherever I go.” Chuckling, Isis pushed herself off the way, crossing her arms as she slowly stalked towards Centara. “Nowhere near as bad as yours Centara.” When the woman finally came into view, she closed the distance between them and stopped when they were inches away. Her height caused her to tower over the bloodsucker. Isis hoped it would intimidate her. “See you got the message about the meeting. Surprised you came actually, since you seemed to have gone awol for the past few years I was wondering if you were even still around. Pity you decided to come back.” Sighing, she pretended to look around the others she knew would not be coming. “Wonder where everyone else is,” she said, trailing off. As Centara turned her head to look around Isis slid her wand out of her back pocket, brought her right arm backwards and placed the tip of her wand on the tattoo that would let Darren know she had the vamp and she was ready for him. She grimaced as an odd pain shot through the right side of her body. She hated using that bloody thing.

Isis put the wand back into her pocket just as Centara turned back around. “So, Zealon, what have you been up to?”

[Centara Zealon]

The heat of the day only made the smells that much more potent in Alzubra and it was getting quite nauseating. Between the smell of food and the smell of werewolf, Centara was growing quite tired of being where she was. When the werewolf finally showed herself around the corner, there was no denying that something was off. She was far too cheerful for the occasion and it only made Cen’s hands clench together tightly. Though she was at full strength vampire wise, she was unsure on how well she would be able to use her magic. If Isis had intent of starting a fight, Centara was going to have to bring out all the stops for once. “Grow tired of what? I just got here.” “Don’t play games, Isis,” Centara hissed, dropping her hood from her face. Being so close to one another made the vampire cringe. She did not mind werewolves and, in fact, was friends with some of the wolves that frequented Der Keller. However, Isis would never have a soft spot in Cen’s nonexistent heart after what she had done. The distance between the two was too much and Centara longed to lunge forward and take a bite out of her neck, dropping her on the spot. The wolf deserved to die after what she did.

When Isis brought up the mention of the meeting, Cen’s suspicions rose quickly when she realized this was most likely some sort of game that she had played into. It was a surprise that she hadn’t thought of it sooner, but to imagine that someone would actually set a trap for her did not run across her mind. Sneaking a glance around the area, she did notice that the only ones around were normal witches and wizards, none that she knew from DE meetings in the past. However, that meant nothing considering her three year hiatus from the group. She was not going to take a chance of falling into a trap and not being prepared. A barely visible silver wisp flowed from her hand, down her leg, and across the ground. It made its way out into the distance, only taking form and becoming noticeable when it reached the alley and dashed away. The fox was on its way with a message for the only two people she trusted: She’s in Alzubra. If you do not hear back from me in 45, come find me. She knew the fox would find the two of them and they would understand the message. After all of the meetings they had regarding what would happen if Darren or his followers finally made a move, she hoped they would understand. Turning back around, her eyes hunted Isis for a sign that she had noticed anything. Luckily, it seemed as if she might be safe. Trying to understand why this might happen, Cen could only think it was to make her life hell or to kill her. Either seemed like a possibility with Isis.

“So, Zealon, what have you been up to?” Chuckling softly, Cen shook her head. Was she really going to play this game? “Please, Isis. I know you were at Der Keller. I know you heard exactly what I’ve been up to.” Centara’s hands clenched under the cover of her cloak, as she debated where to go from here. Obviously she wasn’t just going to be able to walk away at this point. There was going to be some sort of fight but whether it would be just words or physical was the main question. At this point, she figured it would be words. However the right words would probably provoke a fight. Question is, can I handle that at this point? Cen asked herself, realizing that it did not matter if she could handle it. She wanted it. Her mind was racing with the idea of finally getting back at Isis for what she had done to her. She had everything she needed to take down the wolf and whomever else she brought with her. Her coma was not going to stand in her way no matter what.

“The better question is what have you been doing? Let me guess, sitting around like a good dog and waiting for Darren’s orders? I’m guessing the moment you heard my conversation you went running to him, hoping he might give you some sort of ‘atta girl’ to justify stalking me for weeks.” A grin crept across her face as she waited for some sort of reaction. She expected Isis to shrug it off her shoulder and would be perfectly okay if that was what happened. However she wanted the rise from the werewolf. She wanted to get her angry.

[Isis Moswen]

”Don’t play games, Isis.” The smirk on Isis’ face widened. “What do you mean? I didn’t invite you here?” She brought her hands up and shrugged lightly. “See?” Centara couldn’t have been thick enough to not realize what was going on. Then again, she had shown up. She was aware of the coma that Zealon had been in, but the woman had made no effort to contact Darren after whenever it was that she woke up. Why the interest all of a sudden? Isis’ suspicions only heightened as the two stared daggers into the other. It no doubt had to do with whatever it was that she was attempting to plan. She suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to stop Centara in her tracks. The bloodsucker didn’t even deserve to have Darren in her presence. Her mind began envisioning every possible scenario the two could find themselves in. She would be able to handle Darren’s verbal bashing if it came down to it. A few choice words would be nothing compared to the satisfaction she would get from preventing the woman from even thinking of another step in her scheme. She had dealt with much worse from the Dark Lord before. Isis doubted there could be anything more horrible than listening to Darren go on another one of his me, me, me rants. While she completely supported his decision to reveal his identity to the world, it was tiresome to listen when he had not shown her any progress in his plans.

Where was Darren anyway? Looking around, Isis saw no sign of him. The mark on her arm was still tingling. He had obviously gotten the message so she couldn’t understand why he hadn’t apparated to her side? Fear washed over her. What if something had happened to him? Darren had enough skill to take care of himself, but she personally felt that he was much safer when she was around. She had a sudden urgency to leave Zealon and go back to the club to see if she could find him. His safety was more important than the stupid bloodsucker in front of her. Then the thought hit her. Glaring down in the direction of the woman below her Isis felt a burst of anger course through her veins. What if Centara had come up with her own plan and they had been the ones to be tricked? Her fingers walked gracefully to the wand in her pocket. While the woman deserved nothing more than to be attacked while she was in form, Isis couldn’t make a scene. Not with Wentworth running around the country. She was still unregistered and had no desire for that to be changed. Being unregistered gave her a freedom that she was not willing to have taken from her. “Please, Isis. I know you were at Der Keller. I know you heard exactly what I’ve been up to.” She dug her fingernails into the wood of her wand. “Unfortunately for you,” she started, her voice taking a deadly tone, “I did.”

“The better question is what have you been doing? Let me guess, sitting around like a good dog and waiting for Darren’s orders? I’m guessing the moment you heard my conversation you went running to him, hoping he might give you some sort of ‘atta girl’ to justify stalking me for weeks.” Isis scowled down at her. How dare she say his name to her. The mention of his name was more upsetting than her lap dog comment. She was so creative. It wasn’t at all like she hadn’t heard that one before. “I was doing my job which is more than what can be said for you.” If Zealon wasn’t aware of the set up now, then she didn’t know what else would need to be done to confirm it. Isis had given up the charade. It was the two of them now. Woman against woman. Werewolf against vampire. The thought that the two would leave without any sort of contact never crossed her mind. It was only a matter of time before one of them snapped. Isis hoped it would be Centara. That way whenever the Ministry was called she could simply claim self-defense. With any luck, they’d also be able to tell how abnormal she was and write her name down on that little list they seemed to love so much lately. Having the girl on any sort of list at the Ministry would be nearly as satisfying as leaving claw marks from the girl’s shoulder blades to her waist.

Taking her wand out Isis placed the tip on Zealon’s skin, sliding it down the area where the woman’s mark was hidden. “You know, your kind disgust me. You disgust me. You get one of the highest honors marked on your body, and you disrespect it.” Isis snapped her wand lightly on the woman’s skin. “Do you not realize how many people would kill to have it? You were only a baby when Darren decided that you were worthy enough to be his close group. He was foolish to think that a bloodsucker like you would grow up and do such great things. If I had been in the picture way back when, I would have never allowed it. I can see the weakness just radiating off of you. I’m sure you’re still not even a hundred percent after your little nap.” Isis chuckled and slowly began circling around the woman. “But I’m here now. Whether Darren knows it or not, I’m here to sort out the weak from the strong to make his job easier. You were too rash in thinking that he’s got nothing but greatness destined for not only himself, but the whole damn world.” Isis brought her wand up to Centara’s hair and began moving strands around with it. She hoped that the girl was getting irritated by her getting so far into her personal space. She was yearning for a reaction. Her eyes scanned the area where Zealon’s mark should be displayed, proud and without any uncertainty. Leaning her lips towards Centara’s ear, she lowered her voice and calmly told her, “I’m going to rip that mark off of you with my teeth. One nerve ending at a time so you can suffer and remember just how stupid you really are for choosing to stray.”

[Centara Zealon]

For a brief moment, it seemed like Isis had become scared as she looked around Alzubra. She was waiting for someone and it most certainly was not those who had been called for this meeting. It was fake and Centara realized that with her attitude. However, someone else was expected to make it here. Chances were, she had called Darren. And sure enough, her fear turned to anger quickly. The height of the woman was not intimidating, but she was sure Isis wanted to use it as such. Centara had always been of average height and actually preferred it that way; allowed for a quicker vampire when there was less weight to move. For that reason alone, not even her admission that she had overheard the conversation in Der Keller made Centara move an inch. The wolf was no more intimidating than her perpetual tiger cubs at home. She had yet to show that she had a bite to her bark.

“I left that job years ago, Isis. It’s pathetic that out of everyone, you stuck around. I thought you wolves were better than followers. From what I know, you were a damn good pack leader yet you waste your efforts on the bastard I used to have a crush on,” she hissed, her eyes only narrowing as the wand got pushed against her skin. Oh how she hated it when people tried to use magic to intimidate her. She grew up in a household sworn to the Dark Lord’s name, where magic was used at the age of two; where wandless magic was learned in third year; where if you didn’t do a spell right the first time it was used against you until you got it right. How could Isis even dream to stand up against someone with skill like that and vampire abilities to boot? However, no one did know Centara’s history except for the Morgan’s. They had endured nearly the same training regimens as they grew up. The only exception was their parents weren’t out to make their lives hell, just make them more talented.

Isis’ words were obviously trying to find the proper buttons to push, but she seemed to be missing her point at each turn. There was one button she could push that would send Centara’s fangs into her neck in an instant, but she was sure Isis had no idea what she actually had done that night of the Masquerade Ball. As if she would know that she turned this vampire’s sister into a werewolf. That would be ammo. This? She was making a mockery of her talents. She could only grin as Isis leaned in and tried to threaten her. Choosing to disregard that threat in its entirety, Cen turned her attention back to Isis’ previous words. “I’ve known Darren longer than you have, Isis.” Centara’s claws seemed to come to a sharper point than they had a moment before. Her eyes were focused now on her arm where Isis had been so transfixed a moment earlier. “See, when you’re best friends at a young age with a girl, you tend to grow a crush on the older brother. And when your family is so driven with the Dark Arts, you seem to be sucked into that world. However, nothing is ever permanent.” Moving her sharp claws to her arm, her Dark Mark appeared suddenly as a small amount of blood trickled right down it. Four pinholes dripped with blood from underneath her claws and with one quick slashing gesture, a large portion of her forearm skin was missing. She hadn’t even flinched.

Beneath where the Dark Mark was now showed nerves wrapped around bone. Blood dripped from her arm onto the ground as the flesh was exposed to the air. The smell of blood filled her nose as she let out a demented chuckle and looked up at Isis with bloodshot eyes. The skin she had just torn from her arm dissolved into ashes as her bloody hands dropped to her side. Her arm began to heal almost immediately, the blood flow slowing to a halt. It would take a minute or so, but she could already see that the Dark Mark would not make its return to her. Centara slid off her cloak and used it to quickly remove most of the blood from her hands. They were stained red already but she didn’t care.

“Now, if you want to show me how stupid I am for straying from that bastard, bring it you bloody hound,” Centara dared, a hiss to every word as the cloak dropped to the ground, concealing the mass of blood that had formed around them. “Or else go running to find that master of yours. Better hope I don’t get to him first, though.”

[Isis Moswen]

Zealon’s words stuck yet another short-tempered nerve in Isis’ body. It was one thing to speak badly of Darren, but another altogether to mention her previous life. Upon fully investing her life to Darren and the work he was doing to better the world, Isis had been back at home with her own position of power. She had been fifteen when her body had fully accepted the other side of her. Certain traits and abilities had been there from the get go, but never completely developed until that age. It was only a few short years later that she had become the leader of one of Egypt’s most notorious werewolf packs. It was even more controversial that she was a woman. It had taken awhile for others to truly see her potential, but when they had it was clear that she was a force to be reckoned with. Isis’ pack was always causing trouble and having news headlines as a result of many of their actions, but they were respected. She knew how far she could take them and when they needed to step back and view situations from a different perspective. There was no doubting her leadership ability. It was a trait that had been learned from Osiris way before he had completely earth-friendly. When she had been introduced to Darren, that life had been shifted to the backburner. Her family had been so pleased with her due to being able to catch the Dark Lord’s attention personally. Osi not so much but they had always had different point-of-views on the topic. Her alpha status had been taken from her, which was fine, but had caused secret mixed emotions from within her. In the end, Isis knew she had chosen the right path. Her potential for greatness was solidified.

The greatness that she knew was waiting for her was constantly challenged by the undead little bloodsucker in front of her. The woman had never done anything to her personally. It was just her presence and constant arrogance that made her so unappealing. Isis had been raised on the idea of loyalty and how someone could turn away from it at the bat of an eyelash was something she had never been able to comprehend. “Shut it,” she warned, her voice resuming the dangerous tone it had previously, “you’re speaking out of your ass Zealon. You gave up before you even began. Don’t try to patronize me by speaking of something you don’t even understand. If memory serves me correctly, you dropped as soon as the Masquerade was over with.” She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. “What was it exactly? Were you pissed because you realized Darren would never even consider you as an equal to him? Heartbroken because he puts his responsibilities over any sort of relationship?” A sly smirk wormed its way onto her lips. “Or were you mad because another member of your family was given a gift as opposed to your curse?” Isis had no idea the relationship that had been destroyed as a result of her transgressions, but she knew that Centara must have been destroyed inside. She could speak from personal experience that if Osi hadn’t been born the way he had and turned pulse-challenged she would have made it her mission to annihilate the leech that had done it to him.

Her words were ignored, much to Isis’ dismay, as Centara turned her attention towards her arm. The Dark Mark had been exposed. Her eyes fixated on the spot. For years now Isis had found herself doing the same on her own arm on occasion. Except her fixation had been for reasons other than Zealon’s. She had longed for any sign of movement on her arm, any burning sensation, no matter how much she hated it, just for any hint of word from Darren. For so long there had been nothing. No secret meetings, no callings for random attacks, nothing. The desire to fight was almost becoming too much for her to handle, which was why Isis was invading Zealon’s personal space without any care for the consequences. The feeling in the pit of her stomach had intensified. She knew that something was going to happen. There was too much hostility between the two women for anything but. As she moved her lips away, Isis raised herself back up to full height. ”However, nothing is ever permanent.” How right she was. She opened her mouth to respond back with a snide comment, but closed it quickly when the scent of Zealon’s fetid odor intensified causing a nauseous feeling to appear in her stomach. Looking down, she saw 4 circles of blood form from underneath above the mark on the girl’s form arm. Isis’ face morphed into a look of confusion. Before getting the chance to question her motives, they were laid out in front of her almost immediately.

Isis had to cover her nose to prevent any more of the stench from getting in. With every droplet that formed and ran down Zealon’s exposed skin, the smell got worse. She had dealt with vampire blood before. After all, she had killed several of them in her time. Yet none of them were as foul as Centara’s. It was probably due in large part to her loathing of the leech, but still unpleasant none the less. Though there was a small bit of satisfaction within her that rejoiced in Darren’s mark finally being ripped from her skin. It was a shame that she hadn’t been the one to do it, but the action showed Zealon’s official disbandment from him. Now she wouldn’t have any indication that Darren required the presence of his followers. She’d be just like the others. Oblivious to everything until it came up and smacked her right in that ugly face of hers. “That’s a nice trick, but I would have done better.” Isis would have made sure that Centara felt every nerve fiber being clipped away with her teeth. “Who knows? I might find your sister next and teach her how to do it. Might have a more lasting effect, you think?” The blood in Zealon’s eyes made her look even more soul-less than she already was. If she hadn’t been convinced of her own skill, she probably would have felt the tremors of intimidation.

“Now, if you want to show me how stupid I am for straying from that bastard, bring it you bloody hound. Or else go running to find that master of yours. Better hope I don’t get to him first, though.” There’s what she had been waiting for. “That a challenge Zealon? Because if so, you best be aware of what you’re getting yourself into.” Isis quickly moved herself in front of the woman, back to where their chests almost touched. Bringing her wandless hand up, she smiled coyly restraining her middle finger with her thumb. “If you want to get to Darren, you’re gonna have to get through me. I can promise you though that if you mention his name one more time…” She trailed off and flicked Centara in the nose. It was childish, but people rarely responded positively to being hit in the nose. “You’re gonna wish it was him ripping your jugular.”

[Centara Zealon]

It was obvious that this conversation was not going to move anywhere if the females kept throwing out meaningless comments. Cen could tell that a few hit Isis where it hurt, but not enough to provoke her enough or get her to just leave. Something would have to be said if the two were going to move from this location. And Isis had managed to say it. Centara’s eyes narrowed suddenly as Isis dared mention the event that took place at the Masquerade. She knew. Damn the wolf. She knew exactly what she had done to Roxanne. That was the only thing that she could have said to even make Centara flinch. Fortunately, that meant Centara would not have to explain why she was about to kill the wolf when it came down to it. “I was wondering if you would even know about that,” she said, bitterly. “I thought you wolves just became shells when you transformed, your brains turning into mush. Who knew you would actually remember something when you were done. But that’s good for me to know.”

The wind picked up in the alley, blowing strands of Centara’s hair across her face, the smell of her shampoo filling her senses. It was a welcomed change to the smell of werewolf and the mix of people standing around Alzubra Alley. All of that blended with the fresh food just disgusted her to no end, but the smell of her shampoo seemed to cleanse her senses. As soon as the wind had come, it was gone. It had done a good job of clearing the scents from the area and she was pleased for it, however despite its cleansing powers, she never forgot what was standing in front of her. As Isis came closer, Cen only wished the wind would come back. She never minded the smell of werewolves but Isis brought something along with her that only made Centara’s stomach churn. She was quite sure Isis was not enjoying her show that she had just put on, so at least the two were in the same situation. The wolf had actually covered her nose, most likely for dramatic effect, but it signified that she was just as disgusted with Centara’s scent as she was Isis’. That was the bond of hatred that the two shared for each other.

Her eyes glanced down to her nearly healed arm. The skin was raw, but it was going from red to white quickly. The Dark Mark was gone. She was finally free from Darren. That meant he would have no possibility of using that damn tattoo against her. For once, she actually felt like she was finally free to be who she wanted to be and do what she needed to do without having to look over her shoulder. Now it didn’t matter where Darren was or what he was doing. He didn’t have the power to stop her when she was on a roll, and now that he did not have the hold of the tattoo on her, life was already better. “Oh, I’m sure you would love to do that. However you’re not going to get anywhere near her, nor are you going to lay a fang on me.”

When Isis moved back in front of Centara and closed the gap between the two, Centara couldn’t help but chuckle. She really was trying so hard to intimidate her. “I think I know exactly what I’m getting into.” After a moment, she looked up at Isis just as she flicked her in the nose. Her features hardened as her fangs grew longer, and a low hiss came from her mouth. She could stand the flicking of the nose, but that in combination of talking about her younger sister had sent Centara just over the edge. She was done playing. It was time to kill. “Darren.” Cen’s hand went directly for Isis’ chest as she focused all of her strength in her fingers and pushed. It was time for the fun to finally start.

[Isis Moswen]

Isis didn’t mind when she was being insulted. She could take it and then dish it right back to where it came from. But it was another thing when her kind collectively was. Her lips pursed. How she wanted to smack that smirk right off of Zealon’s face. There were other things she would have liked to done, but none that could have gotten her off without a murder charge or seven. Yet the thought of murdering a bloodsucker like this one was exhilarating. She liked showing off her abilities. Isis was proud of the woman and werewolf she was. She’d let the whole world know if it was possible. Though with the restraints the Ministry was constantly forcing down the public’s throats in regards to her unregistered kind, it was damn near impossible. At least not until Darren’s plan finally went into motion. Then her kind would be able to do as they pleased whenever they pleased without any punishment. They’d be able to murder a clan of vampires in the middle of the damn Ministry and suffer no repercussions. Isis longed for the day that her vision would become reality. It seemed too far away. She had no doubt in her Lord’s abilities, but the anxiety to do for some sort of action to do great things was killing her. Her impatience was one of the worst things about herself. Too often had she gotten herself in compromising situations simply because she couldn’t wait that extra minute or two. Could she really be blamed for having such motivation though? Isis didn’t think so. She knew it was what had gotten her to the point she was at now.

“Oh no Zealon. We are perfectly capable of remembering what needs to be remembered. If not, how else do you think I would have known who I was attacking that night at the Masquerade? Do you remember me biting anyone else?” Isis enjoyed the fact that Zealon was harboring ill feelings towards Darren about her sister when, in fact, it had been her call to bite the girl. Darren had been too preoccupied to demand such a tall order. Normally, she had no desire to bestow her gift upon those unworthy. Zealon’s sister was absolutely unworthy, but had been a victim of her attack just because she was the sibling to a woman she loathed. She had taken it upon herself simply because of her hatred towards Centara. She would go along with anything that forced the leech in front of her out of the picture. If it had the potential to bring about an all out war between the two species, then so be it. A pack of several hundred wolves was truly an unstoppable force. An enormous clan of vampires could only dream of sustaining the power that her people did. “It is cute that you’re trying to insinuate otherwise though,” Isis continued, lowering her face closer to Zealon’s. “Don’t be jealous that mine are far more superior to yours. You know everyone would rather employ a pack of wolves than a clan of foul-smelling leeches.”

The feel of Centara’s hand on her chest was unexpected. Like werewolves, vampires had uncanny strength. In a normal circumstance, the girl’s push would have sent her back maybe a foot, just because she hadn’t been prepared for it. However, with the amount of force she exerted behind the push Isis was sent flying several feet into one of the back walls of a building whose entrance was in Alzubra. The sound of bricks being crushed filled her ears as she stopped about three or four inches into the building. Her back felt uncomfortable, but it was her head that hurt more than anything. Groaning, Isis pushed herself out of the wall and nearly stumbled as she got her footing back on the cobblestone. She looked behind her. A near perfect silhouette of her body remained in the wall. Turning her head back to Centara, she glared at the woman. Isis had gotten what she wanted. Zealon had made the first move and all hell was about to break loose. Her joints felt stiff. Bringing her hands up to her head Isis quickly cracked her neck. Then, bringing them down to her back, she did the same. This time, the sound of her back cracking echoed through the alleyway. A sadistic smile appeared on her face as she stalked back over to Zealon. “Cute trick,” she commented before kneeing Zealon in the stomach and punching her in the cheek, sending her flying back as she had done earlier. If there was one thing Isis wasn’t afraid of, it was a brawl. When she nine, she had been sent home on several occasions for beating up the boys that made fun of her. When she had turned sixteen, a year after her body had accepted her transformation, she had been expelled from her boarding school in Egypt for putting a girl in a coma after unleashing a beat down after being made fun of for being the tallest girl in the school. She preferred using fists and pure strength as opposed to magic.

The fight had drawn the attention of the various shoppers and tourists of the day. That should have been the two’s cue to cut it out and take it elsewhere, but Isis knew their pride would not allow them to do that. The lines had already been crossed and it was going to have to be all or nothing. “Stop laying around Zealon,” she teased, walking over to where the woman had fallen, “you’re the one who wanted to fight.” Her impeccable sense of hearing heard every excited murmur from around them. A majority of them were from males who found it hot watching two attractive women go at it. Yet she could already hear the ones who wondered how two women were able to draw that much strength within themselves to fight the way they were. Isis should have stopped. Her temper would get the best of her, but she didn’t. Instead, as she approached Zealon, she gave her a swift kick in the ribs, hearing the bones break from within her body as her boot connected with them.

[Centara Zealon]

The feeling of her strength leaving her hand and going right into Isis’ chest felt absolutely amazing. Centara hadn’t used her abilities in so long in this fashion and just to feel the rush of power she got every time she got a chance to use them was like a drug. The thrill increased as Isis flew backwards into the wall, making a very nice indent. Brick dust flew into the air as small pieces littered the ground in front of her feet. A grin tugged at the side of her lips as she watched Isis pull herself from the rubble. If she had a heart, it would have been beating quickly as the adrenaline shot through her body, however as heartless as she was, it only made her hunger for power grow stronger. She watched as the werewolf made her way over, deciding to throw some more words around. Hadn’t she had enough of talking? Centara had absolutely finished using her words, however if the werewolf deemed it necessary, she would allow it to continue. Before there was a chance to throw back a witty remark, Isis had thrown her knee right into Cen’s stomach and then a fist right into her cheek. Unable to catch her balance, the vampire tripped backwards a few feet onto the ground, landing on her backside.

Cen couldn’t help but chuckle softly when she landed. Brushing some of the dirt from her jeans, she looked up towards Isis. “Nah, I’m good down here. Better vantage in my opinion,” she commented, watching as the wolf walked over. The murmurs down the street about the two was starting to get stronger. She hated when people talked about others in secret. Why didn’t they say things outright? People who did such things deserved to get taught a lesson. Speak up or keep your thoughts to yourself. Realizing she hadn’t kept her eye on what Isis was doing, she felt the werewolves’ leg slam right into her chest. Centara was sent rolling down the street a few feet with the sound of cracking bones. When she stopped rolling, she couldn’t resist the urge to cough, a spot of blood coming up as she did. She turned over onto her stomach and wiped the blood from her mouth, looking to the side as Isis made her way over to where she had landed. Smirking softly, she moved her arms underneath her body, pushing herself off the ground a few inches. When she deemed Isis close enough, she swept the wolves feet out from under her. Before Isis had a chance to hit the ground, Cen sent a kick right into the wolves gut, nearly knocking her into a group of males not too far away who decided to scatter. Pushing herself into a standing position, Centara brushed the dirt and brick remnants from her clothing. She leaned down and pulled her wand from her boot, the crowd that had started to form getting awfully louder when the realized what was about to go down.

“C’mon Isis. What happened to telling me to stop lying around?” She was about to send a spell in the direction of where Isis had landed, when she heard the women behind her. ”What do you think? Should we call the ministry? I think they’re DeathEaters,” said one of the women. “Now that’s not acceptable,” Cen hissed as she turned on her heels to face them, her wand pointing at the woman who had been speaking. It had been the women who had stared at her as she entered into the alley. Their faces became the spitting image of fear as a red jet of light shot from Centara’s wand, striking the woman right in the stomach. Her friends all shrieked before grabbing their friends’ stiff body and turning tale to run the other direction. It was almost instantly that everyone else in the alley realized this was nothing close to a game. She was sure the Ministry was going to be informed, but she honestly had no care of that in the world. Right now, her objective was to slaughter the wolf.

[Isis Moswen]

Even from the distance she was at Isis’ increased vision gave her the ability to see the blood Centara wiped away from her mouth. If it had been anyone, better yet, anything else, she would have delivered a critical blow to her opponent. Broken ribs weren’t exactly the best thing to fight with. She could speak from experience. From another time that she was younger, she had gotten into a fight with another local girl who shared her gift. The two constantly fought over who was the alpha female, just in general. One day, after finally having enough of dealing with the other, they had went at each other. The girl had given Isis her own kick to the ribs after knocking her down with a rough push. Then she had kicked again. After both kicks, she could feel at least six ribs out of place. Her healing ability had been good, but not good enough to heal instantly. It had been one of the worst pains she had ever felt. It had taken her several minutes per rib and was even more difficult by the girl’s continued attempts to reverse the natural healing, but eventually she overcame her obstacle and broke the girl’s spine. Isis was a vicious fighter in form or not. The excited murmurs around them were anxious to see what her next moves were going to be. Since they were so enthralled, she felt the need to show off a bit more.

She was only a few feet away when Centara’s leg lifted up and kicked her in the exact same area she had punched her before. Once again, she went sailing through the air, this time landing in a group of men. Had she not being so heartless, Isis would have felt horrible that the man she had landed on was having difficulty breathing. Instead, she used him to push herself up, ignoring the frightened eyes of the people who slowly began moving in on the wounded man. They were clearly stupefied as to how a woman of her size could inflict so much damage on a man much bigger than her. His wheezing grew louder. She was half-tempted to turn around and put the pansy out of his misery, despite the potential punctured lung he was struggling to breathe out of. ”Come on Isis! What happened to telling me to stop lying around?” Isis’ glare intensified. She hated when her own words were used against her. She also hated that Zealon had just announced her name to the world. It didn’t matter that the shocked public hadn’t gotten a last name. All they needed was her first. When the Ministry came around for questioning, which was inevitable, as soon as her name was mentioned, she was done for. Only bits and pieces of the repercussions ran through her mind as she watched Centara cast a spell towards a bystander. Yesterday was surely her last day ever stepping foot in the Ministry as a free, undercover woman. Even if by some chance her other occupation wasn’t discovered, the fact that she was an unregistered werewolf who had chosen to fight in a brawl that had injured innocent bystanders would make her lose everything. With that thought in mind, any hesitation that might have been lingering within her body disappeared. If Centara was going to fight dirty, so was she.

Isis drew her wand out. The damage had been done already that it didn’t matter if she had used the excuse that her wand had remained in her pocket the entire duration of the fight. Her other form would overshadow any excuse she could have came up with. Even though Zealon had just sent a spell into a woman who wasn’t in anyway associated with their fight, there were still people standing around, unable to take their eyes off of the scene before them. She heard the patter of feet running in different directions, including one towards a shop that had a bell rang as a visitor entered. The Ministry’s involvement in their altercation would only be minutes away. Now would be the time to bring out the big guns before their fun was ruined. “Too scared to deal with me like a real woman, Zealon?” Although her first name wasn’t too uncommon, Isis preferred for anyone listening to hear her more uncommon last name. She’d love to lead the Ministry right to her bloody doorstep. If she was going down, she was going to bring that little brat with her. “Stupefy!” Her own bolt of red light went sailing from her wand straight in Zealon’s direction. However, the bloodsucker dodged it in the nick of time causing the spell to burst through a window of a shop and sent glass sailing every which way. Growling, Isis picked up her pace towards Centara. “Relashio!” This time the fiery sparks went straight into Zealon’s body. She started laughing and continued advancing on the girl, praying that she felt every single spark.

[Centara Zealon]

The crowd seemed to continue to grow the longer the two women remained in the alley. It was like people wished to get caught in the middle of a fight. Though Centara could not say she was not like that, she also had nothing to lose by being stuck in a fight. Most of the people that were now standing around to see what would happen next had plenty to lose if they got caught in the crossfire. Unfortunately for them, neither of the combatants cared who they hit. Nor did either care who they killed at this point. Anyone who was lining the street could fall dead by their hand and neither would bat an eyelash. Centara only grinned as the females that had been at the alley decided it was time to scatter, to get their wounded friend away from the scene. “If she hadn’t opened her mouth, she wouldn’t be in this predicament,” Centara said to the women who seemed to keep their mouths as tightly sealed as they could. None of them wanted the same fate to happen to them just by saying something. Some people were finally getting smart and getting out of the way, however some still decided they would rather stick around. That was their problem.

Turning back to face Isis, she shook her head when the wolf spoke up. “Real women don’t grow fur,” she remarked, taking a few steps closer to Isis with a sadistic grin. A group of men had just exited the shop behind Centara when she ducked by a curse sent by the wolf across from her. The curse went screaming into the window next to the men, causing them to jump and try to find the source of the commotion. They looked like they were construction workers, taking a break from working on the new building that was going up down the street. They also looked like they were thinking better than getting involved and hightailed it the other direction. Centara couldn’t help but laugh at their lack of courage, however her laugh was cut short when Isis sent another curse her way. Falling down to one knee, Cen’s body tensed up as waves of sparks seemed to flood through her body. Her eyes closed tightly as her hair fell around her face. For a moment the sparks seemed to hit every bone in her body and the next moment they were gone. They hadn’t been painful, but most certainly uncomfortable, especially when they reached her broken ribcage that was close to healed. It was time she start getting serious or she was going to find herself with fangs in her neck.

A moment later Cen was on her feet as her wand hand shot out and red sparks emitted from her wand. “Confringo!” Much to her dismay, Isis was just as fast in human form as she was in wolf and managed to dodge the shot, the ground just behind her exploding as rubble flew everywhere. Another round was sent from her wand again, the wolf dodging it once more. This time it blew up the doorway to a small clothing store business. She sent one more successive shot, this one blowing up right by Isis’ feet, breaking apart the ground beneath her. By now the alley was littered with debris and it was going to be much harder for either of them to make their way around without tripping or stumbling. Cen figured it was a better time than any to catch the wolf off her balance. “Incarcerous.” Ropes emitted from Cen’s wand, aimed straight for Isis. If this one managed to hit, the fight would be nearly over. One quick bite and the wolf would be dead.

[Isis Moswen]

Isis erupted into a dark and sadistic laugh as the curse hit her as hoped. It may not have been one of her strongest, but it had been enough to knock her down to her knee. She didn’t know what the bloodsucker expected. She wasn’t just going to let her pull out her wand and think there would be no repercussions. She may not have been as skilled with a wand as she was with her abilities, but she knew how to hit her opponent where it hurt. Her wand was a mere distraction before she really got physical with the leech. This was just a taste of what she had in store for Centara. It was also usually her master plan of attack with prey she really wanted to damage. Start off soft, then get a bit worse and then ultimately go in for the kill. The first two steps were just for fun. If Isis wanted to kill Zealon to go ahead and get her out of the way, she had no doubt in her abilities to do so. The woman was too much of an easy target for her. Should she have the thought in her feeble little mind that she actually stood a chance, Isis was ready to prove her wrong. And she was going to prove it in front of all these idiots that continued standing around them. The fact that more continued to loiter than run away confirmed to her just how stupid humans really were. At least with vampires if they saw trouble that didn’t involve them, they were scurrying for the hills.

Suddenly Centara was on her feet. Isis’ smile dimmed slightly, but not enough to cause concern. ”Confringo!” She saw the colored ray of light coming at her. If it hadn’t been for her quick reaction time, she would have gotten hit. Rolling out of the way, she landed on her feet like a cat. One leg kneeled under her while the other was extended to her side. Her eyes widened, seeing Centara’s wand pointed at her again. Pushing herself up Isis quickly ran in the opposite direction with Gringotts within view. The bloodsucker missed again, but did manage to hit the ground by her feet. The shifting of the cobblestone as it broke apart causing Isis to lose her footing and fall. The taste of metal filled her mouth and a throbbing pain in her lip came soon after. Bringing her middle finger to her lip she cringed as the pain intensified when her skin touched the open wound, her lip split. Her body temperature rose. Before she could react, she suddenly felt ropes around her, tightening themselves around her toned frame. Isis shifted and wiggled as much as she could but to no avail. The ropes were still attempting to cut into her skin. Her body began shaking violently. The anger from within her was rising from the top. She enjoyed her freedom too much to allow herself to be constrained in any shape or form.

The shaking increased. Her aggression was going to get the best of her. Isis knew how to manage her shifting. No matter how angry she got, she was usually able to contain it, unless she was in an area where her identity would remain secret. Alzubra was not one of those places. They had started out in an alleyway between the two, it and Drear, but now found themselves in the more populated of the two. Every move they made was being watched. The Ministry had to have been made aware of their showdown by now. There’s no way they wouldn’t have been. The rage that filled Isis’ body scared her because she knew what could potentially happen. She could only refrain from turning for so long. She could hear Centara coming. No doubt the stupid twit thought that she had her. The thought of faking her inability to get free came to mind, but the ropes continued getting tightened. The voices around her were excited, wondering what was going to happen next. Isis felt like a caged animal at a zoo with tourists sticking their grimy faces in her business. She didn’t mind showing her talent, but not when she was roped up as a form of amusement. They had no idea what she was. What she could be. And they had no idea what she was capable of doing to each and every single one of them.

The anger had had enough. A warrior-like yell left her lips. Using every ounce of her strength Isis broke free of the ropes binding her, sending fiber strands everywhere. The crowd around them gasped and several of them began backing away, turning on their heel and running. Women didn’t do that. They didn’t break out of ropes. Isis pushed herself off of the ground. She looked at her arms. Indents from the tight ropes were all over her arms. A few spots had even started to turn a shade of purple. Not to mention her lip still hadn’t stopped bleeding. The wolf wanted to come out. She wanted it to. She couldn’t. Not now. She couldn’t add to the list of charges the Ministry was already going to have against her. Instead, she picked up a piece of stone that had broken apart from the street and sent it flying in Zealon’s direction. The girl concededly stepped to the side as the stone came to her and instead hit another man in the side of his head. His body dropped limply to the ground upon impact. “COME ON!” she yelled, bringing her hands forward and motion for Centara to come get some. The woman responded, charging at her. Isis stood her ground. Zealon kept coming, but she stayed put. When she finally was within reach Isis grabbed her by the shoulders, picked her up and flipped her over her body. She was on top of her before she hit the ground, sending punches to the rib cage she was sure had basically healed.

[Centara Zealon]

The next moment, Isis was on the ground, bound by the ropes that had been produced by Centara's wand. The wolf looked a mess and the battle had just begun. Blood dripped from her split lip that she obviously was not too pleased about having but that was the point of fighting. One side was going to be upset at getting damaged. The battle had begun to shift locations and now the girls were in the heart of Alzubra Alley. They were surrounded by people everywhere, some who were smart enough to take cover and others that just stood there and watched as the two went back and forth. She wasn't sure what drew people to stand around. Did they not realize this was nothing close to a normal duel? The two were blowing apart streets, buildings, windows. They were tossing each other around like ragdolls. Yet people still stood around to see what they were going to do next. It made Centara sick to realize they were not just putting on a show. It took every ounce of her strength to not kill every last one of them for being entertained by the commotion.

However, her attention was averted to the wolf that she had been walking towards. She was obviously uncomfortable with her current bindings and was attempting to get out of them. Every time she struggled, the ropes attempted to dig into her skin tighter. Now that was entertainment. Laughing softly, she continued her advancement on Isis, her wand raised as she walked towards the wolf. Before she could get halfway to where the wolf had fallen, she managed to break out of her bindings, ropes falling to the ground in ripped shreds. They dissolved the moment they hit the ground, the spell only lasting as long as the ropes stayed intact. Centara's eyes narrowed as she picked up her speed towards Isis. She was getting tired of using wand magic. Even though only a few spells had been shot, magic was not to be brought to a brawl between beasts. With that, she placed her wand in a pocket of her jeans, and decided it was time to go back to their first method of fighting: with their hands.

She had all intents and purposes of ramming Isis in to the building a few feet away but when she got close, she realized just how stupid that move had been. She should have taken Isis' taunting as a sign to stop where she was and figure out another method of attacking but instead, she kept going. A moment later she was in the air as Isis had lifted her up and slammed her back down. Now that wouldn't have kept her down long but a moment later Isis was on top of her. Her ribcage that had finally healed from the broken bones was now being pummeled and she could feel them breaking again. She winced as two of the ribs broke and decided at that point she had enough of that. Her hands flew up and caught one of Isis' fists before it had a chance to come down. Before Isis had a chance to deal another blow, she had the other fist bound as well. The next moment she pulled Isis closer to her and decided to use her hardhead for something other than thinking. She head butted Isis, throwing the wolf off her game for a moment and used that opportunity to push against the ground and slide out from underneath the wolf. Her head panged for a second but she pushed that pain aside considering something else was hurting worse. Centara moved her hand to her ribcage where she could feel the broken ribs, wincing slightly as she touched the area. They were not going to grow back properly if they kept getting broken again. She would have to keep the wolf from getting to them again or she would forever have a deformed ribcage. In a moment, she was on her feet and her foot was in Isis’ face. It was hard enough to send her flying.

Without hesitation, the vampire quickly made her way to where Isis landed and slammed her foot right down into Isis’ ribcage. It was about time she dealt back one of the blows she had just been given. It would have been fatal if she had not chosen to wear a pair of flat boots. The stiletto that she normally had on all of her shoes would have pierced Isis’ chest and caused plenty of internal bleeding but the wolf had caught a bit of luck. Taking a step back, she bent down and picked up Isis by the front of her shirt. Despite the wolf’s size, Cen was still perfectly able to lift her to the point where her feet could not touch the ground. The whispers grew louder around them as people questioned how this fight was even possible. The speed in which Centara had dealt her last few moves was inhuman, but it had been the only way she could deal all the blows in succession. If she had gone any slower, Isis would have had enough time to recover. “Give me a fight, you bloody hound. I’m getting tired of this!” she hissed, her fangs no longer hiding like they would normally when she was out in public. She threw her in the direction of the building she had been intending to ram her into.

[Isis Moswen]

There was always a significant amount of power that overcame Isis when she was settling in on her prey. She loved the feeling of being in control and having the upper hand. So much so, that if the fight didn’t seem worth it in the slightest, she actually had no problem with walking away and looking for one that did. This fight was worth it. She was sure she must have looked crazy as she sat on top of Zealon punching the hell out of her. She knew her hair was a mess and was discolored from the white power of the broken streets and buildings around them. The way her arms were moving back and forth was unnatural. Too much anger was built up to savor every punch. Her clothes were also ripped. The black tank top she was wearing a long slit along the side. Not large enough to be inappropriate but she could hear the excited whispers of the male spectators who wished otherwise. Isis was usually one for appearances. She would never allow herself to be seen in public without a dash of color on her cheeks or kohl around her eyes. Her clothes had to look expensive and groomed. In this moment, however, that was all cast to the side. She had provoked Centara enough for a fight and she had gotten it. It was her responsibility to keep it up and to make the bloodsucker regret ever pushing her first. Looks could be cast aside temporarily as she showed Zealon who the superior race was.

A deadly smile appeared on her face as her right hand felt the breaking of bones in Centara’s ribcage. That’s exactly what she had been working for. Laughing, Isis allowed her next few punches to have even more force behind them then before. Another crunch. This beating the woman was allowing herself to take was unbelievable. She pulled her fist back for another solid hit when it was caught and restrained. She wiggled it around, attempting to break free. Upon realizing how unsuccessful that was, she lifted her other fist and brought it down. That one was caught as well. She squirmed around, doing her best to rid herself of her capture, but it was to no avail. Centara’s grip was like her fists were encased in a thick layer of cement. Her body was forced downward. Her faces was centimeters away from Zealon’s. For a brief moment, she thought the girl was going to kiss her, another thought being spoken by the horde of men. She was horribly wrong. Isis’ eyes widened as the leech brought her head up with force and made contact with her own. Centara moved out of her restraint and Isis’ body fell to the ground. Her hands covered her face, the pain indescribable. She clutched at her forehead, unable to do anything to subside the terrible pain hammering itself into her brain. Like Zealon’s cement hold, it felt like the same cement had just been used to hit her smack dab in her forehead. In addition to that, the murmurs from the crowd made the pain even worse. She was confused. Everything in her brain was out of focus and was causing one big jumbled mess.

She had opened her eyes in enough time to be greeted with the site of Zealon’s boot coming rapidly at her face. Her head felt so heavy that Isis was unable to react in time. The collision of boot with face resulted in a sickening crunch that she was sure the entire audience had heard given the resulting screams and ‘oohs’. She screamed, being so caught off-guard by what had just happened. Her hand moved from her head to her nose. It was no surprise that it was broken. She could feel the blood gushing out and running down the side of her cheeks. It was warm and disgusting. Already she could feel bits staining her skin. Continuing to use distraction as her way of attacking, Zealon then stomped down her chest. Another scream escaped her lips. It had been such a long time since she had her ribs broken that she forgot what the pain had felt like. She was sure that one or two of them had pierced her lung. There was no possible way it couldn’t. Isis’ arms went to her chest to prevent any more damage from being inflicted in that area. A broken arm was much more tolerable then this. Zealon had no intention of doing anything else to her ribcage though. Seconds later, she was lifted into the air by her nemesis. Her feet dangled a good foot from the ground. She was unable to do anything. She hated feeling weak, feeling taken advantage of. That’s exactly what was happening now. ”Give me a fight you bloody hound.” Her head swayed in response. Everything was spinning. Once again getting taken advantage of, her body went sailing into another building. Her side hitting it this time and fortunately only causing a few bricks to crack and dust to result.

As Isis’ body was slumped alongside the wall, her bearings were beginning to get somewhat straightened out. She was still in pain, but the focus was coming back. Bringing her hand back to her face, she let out a long breath and cracked her nose back in place as best she could. She whimpered, but refused to let another weak scream sound out from her lungs. One last wave of blood resulted but the pain in her nose had finally begun to settle off. There was nothing she could do about her head or ribs though. Those were already beginning to heal and she would have to wait. The rage within her body was so intense that Isis felt transformation coming within seconds. She had let a bloodsucker get the best of her. It was unacceptable. For someone who had wanted a fight as bad as she did, Isis was doing one hell of a job of proving her worth. Slowly, she began pushing up for the ground. As she stood up, she wavered a bit, her head still trying to get in touch with the rest of her body. She never fell though. Her golden eyes blazed in the direction of a very satisfied looking Centara. How this fight had quickly changed she couldn’t have figured it out, but she would not let it get this bad for her again. Even with the pain, and the guaranteed breaking of another rib or two, she ran in the bloodsucker’s direction. Lowering her head, her body seemed to pick up speed and she burst into Centara in no time. Isis held onto her as she continued running in the direction of Gringotts. When they were in the street directly in front of the bank she finally slammed her opponent into the ground. She then picked her up, and sent her through a shop window. The screams that resulted indicated the bloodsucker’s body must have collided with a few patrons at very least.

Before allowing Centara to get up, Isis grabbed her wand from her pocket again and sent a blasting curse towards the building. An explosion resulted, the entire front of the building crumbling to the ground and exposing the inside to the street. That wasn’t good enough. Out of pure rage, Isis sent another spell into another building just for the hell of it. It was either that or shift and with the adrenaline running through her system now, attacking a building seemed more worthwhile. Having enough of waiting for Zealon to come back out Isis stalked towards the building and through the wave of people running to get away from them. She found her limp frame almost instantly and she picked the bloodsucker up out of the wreckage, doing her best to ignore the foul odor radiating from her. “Can’t get away from me that easy you little brat.” Using every bit of energy she had, Isis lowered herself to the ground slightly and sent Centara through the one of the remaining walls of the shop and into another.

[Centara Zealon]

Centara chuckled softly as she watched Isis cracked her nose back into place. Blood had poured from the area, enough to stain some of her skin but it was starting to slow down much to Cen’s dismay. It was about time the wolf sustained some damage in this battle that was more apparent than just being tossed around. Her clothing had been torn in the last hit and blood was now staining her skin. If you were to combine the injuries both combatants had sustained, it would make the two practically even. However, Centara did not agree with being even. Isis deserved far more than what she had already received and the vampire was bound and determined to give it to her. The wolf was finally moving from where she sat so Cen made sure she was ready for what she was sure to have come at her. “C’mon…” she muttered, hoping the wolf would finally transform and give a decent fight. If it hadn’t been for the adrenaline, there would be no desire for the wolf to transform, however once Centara was into a fight, she wouldn’t stop until everyone had pulled out all of the stops.

Her satisfaction was put aside when Isis charged from where she was now sitting. Why wouldn’t the damn female just transform already? Flexing her hands in and out of a fist, Cen waited for the impact but it came quicker than she was expecting. Isis nearly tackled Centara to the ground but she actually kept running without stopping for a while. Cen was about to dig her nails into the wolves back until she realized that she was on the ground. Isis had shoved her right into the concrete and she could actually feel some of the bricks crack underneath the pressure. If it had been much harder, she was sure the entire walkway would have become powder. The people standing around let out shrieks as they saw the dust rise from the impact. They were beginning to realize that what they had seen was only the tip of the iceberg from the two. Before she had a chance to react to the impact, she was flying through the air into a shop window. Glass shattered around her, cutting her arms in several places before she slammed into one of the people that had been within the store. The owner of the store was standing behind the counter and now had his wand raised in Centara’s direction, however he would be unable to use it. The vampire looked at her arms as she was about to get up but a moment later, Isis sent an explosion into the building, causing part of it to crumble. She was trying to box her in. The person she had landed on was starting to squirm but they weren’t going to make it out of the building. Only one person would leave this room alive and technically she hadn’t been alive for years.

A moment later, another spell hit the building and the ceiling actually began to cave in. Rolling over onto her stomach to avoid further damage to her still-healing ribs, Centara’s hands covered the back of her head to prevent her neck from being severed by any falling debris. She would not die from a simple piece of wood slicing her neck. When the building had finally collapsed and mostly settled, Centara began to move her hands from where they were, trying to push herself out of the debris. Before she had a chance to do so, she could feel the vibrations of Isis digging through the rubble. She was now trying even harder to push herself up but before she had a chance, she was being pulled like a ragdoll out of the fallen building. When Isis pulled her up, it had become more apparent than ever what had happened when the building fell. Cuts covered her arms from the glass but a gash had appeared across her shoulder blade from a fallen slab from the ceiling. The tank top she had worn was shredded from the collapse and her jeans were covered in dust. The dark colors that were once her clothes were now nearly white with the dust. When Isis spoke up, Centara only grinned. She was in bad shape at this point, but she would not let that make Isis feel as though she had the upper hand. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” she muttered, attempting to move her hand to where Isis’ was.

Before she was able to loosen Isis’ grip, Centara was being thrown through a wall. The impact damaged her shoulder even further before she was stopped by the blunt force of hitting a wall in the shop adjacent to the one that had just fallen. Her entire face showed pain as she pulled a piece of wood from her shoulder, result of the splintering she had caused when she hit some of the furniture in the building. A small amount of blood trickled from her mouth and her head was banging from the impact. She could also hear the sound of the blood droplets from her busted shoulder blade hitting the floor beneath her. The shop owner of this shop had not been in the building so she took a moment to regain her composure. “That’s more like it,” she said to herself, pushing through the pain and standing where she was. The cuts on her body were already healing and the gash on her shoulder had already stopped bleeding. Rather than going through the hole she had just created and the rubble on the other side, Centara walked out the front door and climbed up the side of the building onto the roof, walking to the edge that was still intact. She looked down at Isis who looked like she was about to make her way into the shop. She was getting impatient so Centara took the opportunity to sneak up on her.

Kneeling down like a cat onto all fours, Centara launched herself at Isis and tackled her down into the rubble. The two rolled through the bricks and out onto the street. When they stopped, Centara remained on top of Isis for a moment. She grabbed the woman’s head and slammed it down into the brick. By now, the street had been broken every few feet and now Isis’ head had caused another. Before she had a chance to do it again, Isis managed to move her leg in between the two and kick Cen square in the stomach, sending her backwards. She managed to catch her balance and slid backwards on her toes, placing a hand on the ground to catch her balance when she stopped. Raising from the knee she had been on, Centara took a step forward towards the wolf. Before she had a chance to cause more damage to Isis, the sound of apparations made the way to Cen’s ears. Glancing off to the side, she realized they were not going to have much fun anymore. “Damnit. Ministry.”