My name is Izora Rask, I'm 18 and I'm the direct descendant of one of the founding father's John Rask. I'm a demon, literally and figuratively. Being a bitch is part of my description.
Izora has a weakness for boys. She would much rather be hanging out with friends and guys than to be training with her Grandfather John Rask. She does not envy her older brother, Alexander, as she does not want to be head of house. She's a flirt and has no problem stealing boys from other girls, unless you're her friend. Izora spends most of her time shopping. She's shallow and she knows it. Paired with a violent temper and a mean streak, Izora is not some one you should cross.
Justin stepped out of the shower and turned it off. The bathroom held a light fog of heated mist. before he opened the door and it all rushed out into the cold hallway. “Yeah in my room, just follow me.” He walked down the hall and opened the door to his bedroom. Opening his chest of drawers he pulled out the t-shirt that Izora had worn last time she had been without clothes. “Here.” He handed it over. Closing the drawer he opened another and pulled out two pairs of lounge pants, one much shorter than the other. “It’s cold so you’ll want to wear these.” He handed the shorter ones over an after stripping himself of his underwear he put on the lounge pants.
“Don’t worry about the car. I had it treated. The blood just beads up and washes right off.” Justin shook his head to rid it of any excess water before walking over to the side of the bed and turning something on. “Heated blanket. During the winter I found it was easier to stay close to human temperature if I heated while I slept. Now it’s just a small indulgence.” He pulled back the quilt and got into bed. “You coming or what? I promise the bed is much warmer than the couch with be.” He smiled trying to get her to relax.
Following him like a lost puppy, Izora kept close to him, always right by his heel. She acted as if at any moment a vampire was going to come and jump at her and bleed her dry. As much as she hated that feeling it was always present, now more than ever after what she had just experienced. Following him into the bedroom, Izora abruptly stopped, slightly hitting his back, forgetting to pay attention to where she was walking as she had been deep in thought. “Sorry,” she mumbled and watched as he opened his drawers. Taking the shirt, she unwrapped the towel around her body and smiled at him. Nightly, placing the towel on the chair, she quickly slipped on the shirt, smiling when she noticed the scent. She wondered why he was being so nice to her, it was almost as if they were lovers or that the shared a deeper bond than they actually did. Did he feel guilty about having brought her? Putting on the lounge pants, Izora nodded as he talked about his car.
She laughed when he explained about the heated blankets. “So that’s how you managed to fool everyone huh?” she asked and shook her head. Izora quickly got in the covers when he motioned for her to and instantly sighed when her back hit the soft mattress. Her back ached and the blanket was exactly what she needed. Resting her head on his chest, she smiled to herself. Despite everything that happened that night, she realized it was the first time she actually slept in his bed and stayed the night. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispered and closed her eyes, allowing for sleep to take her.