House of Rask

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.

Black Pearl RP

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The Rask Princess


Murder on the dancefloor| Justin&Izora 

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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.


Murder on the dancefloor| Justin&Izora 

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“Yeah.” Justin looked away. The water had rid them of the blood now but it was nice being in this moment. Surprisingly there was nothing sexual about what was going on. “I want to help you,” he said. “I want to help you be strong again.” Justin turned her so she would look at him. “I can help you not be scared. We can…I want you to feel secure in knowing that if the day comes where you’re faced with the vampire that hurt you and you still want him dead you’ll be able to kill him yourself.” He was setting himself up for death he knew that but he’d lived long enough that he didn’t mind dying at the hands of his last torture victim. He pushed her hair back off of her face and looked at her. The water had washed away her make up leaving her completely natural. This was the second time he’d seen her like this but the first he really appreciated it.

After he freaked out Justin had slowly been coming to terms with what it is that made him do that. He was attracted to her. He didn’t just think she was some hot slut he was fucking on the side and while that thought scared him he liked the time they were spending together. She’d been coming to his apartment and for no other reason than to sit in front of his tv and eat pizza. Sometimes that lead to sexual favors on the couch but not always. It never ended up in his bedroom where he had promised her a place of rest tonight. He pushed her hair off of her shoulder and brushed her collarbone with his thumb. He hadn’t shared a bed with a woman in a long time.

Izora looked up at him. “When they found me naked in the woods, I was covered in bruises and bite marks all over my body. Some of the bite marks haven’t even healed properly,” she said, rubbing her neck. “I used to lay there and imagine what he did to me, to try and get past the compulsion and remember it, but I can’t. The closest I ever got was to his eyes.” She looked forward, instead of at him. “They were this kind of blue that was haunting me,” Izora admitted, then looked at him. “I used to imagine what he did to me, how he used me and they were always the worst things I could imagine.” Taking a deep breath, Izora forced a smile on her face and looked at him curiously when he offered to help her get over her fears. To make her stronger so that she could face the man again. “C-could you?” she asked him. “I don’t want to feel weak every time I come face-to-face with vampires that I’m not familiar with but I don’t want to be compelled to not be scared. I want to get over this fear myself.”

Sighing heavily, Izora looked down to her feet and saw remnants of the blood on her body flowing down the drain. Her stomach churned and for a moment she felt faint. Stripping off her bra and panties, Izora turned completely to Justin. “I think I’m okay now,” she announced and gave him a small smile to reassure him. “Sorry about your car. It must be completely ruined now with all the blood,” she muttered, stepping out of the shower. She stood at Justin’s side, looking for a towel and took the one closest to her on her right. She dried herself off. “Do you have any clothes I could wear?” Izora wondered.


Murder on the dancefloor| Justin&Izora 

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Justin stopped the car just outside of his place. It was dark and late so the likelihood of someone seeing them was 0 to none. He got out and climbed into the back of the car. “Look at me.” He said assertively. He didn’t want to compel her he actually wanted her to listen this time. “You were okay, no one hurt you. You had fun, drank vodka and cranberry juice, got jealous when you met my friend and no one hurt you. You need to remember you were there with me and I would have never let something happen to you. I promised I wouldn’t and I have kept my promise.” Justin scooped her up gently and pulled her out of the car. He had her up in the apartment in a matter of seconds and he set her down in the bathroom

He turned the shower on and removed his jacket from her shoulders. He checked the water was warm before pulling off his own blood soaked clothes and stepping into the shower. He pull Izora in gently and held her as the water washed over them. “Keep your head up.” He mumbled. If she looked down she might have freaked out at all the blood running off of the two of them. While he was stood there, holding Izora tightly and to his chest, he realised he wished he hadn’t done what he had to her all those years ago. He’d broken her and at such a young age. “I’m sorry.” He whispered so quietly it wouldn’t be heard over the noise of the shower. He leaned his head gently against hers before running his hands down her arms making sure the blood was gone.

It took a moment for Izora to process what he was saying. Once she did process it, she slowly looked up and carefully listened to everything that he was saying. She shed a couple tears, her lips trembling. Izora let out a small sob and nodded her head. “T-thank you,” she stuttered wrapping her arms around him and and buried her face in his neck. “T-thank you for taking care of me instead of leaving me,” Izora muttered and closed her eyes. She tired to calm herself down as much as she could, but her body refused to stop shaking. Izora was terrified about what had happened. She wondered if the man Justin had killed was the one that made her into ab bloodbag. Every time she looked at a vampire she wasn’t familiar with, she would think it was the vampire that used her, abused her body. It was worse when she would see a blued-eyed stranger. It had taken her nearly two decades to come to terms with what was happening to her. She had gone through extensive therapy to help her get through what had happened to her.

She shivered when she hit the water, barely even noticing that they were already in his apartment, let alone the bathroom. Closing her eyes, Izora’s grip on his arm tightened, letting out a small sob. “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ruined your party. I’m weak,” she whispered, closing her eyes even tighter to keep the tears from falling. “Weak is all I’ll ever be,” she muttered and opened her eyes, looking at Justin. “D-do you know everything about what had happened to me? Did Sab explain everything completely?” Izora wondered, tilting her head to the right. It had been outlawed to talk about what happened to Izora or to bring it up unless it was information about the situation. It was kept quiet so that Izora could adjust again, the punishment severe if brought up maliciously, so no one ever talked about it after.


Murder on the dancefloor| Justin&Izora 

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“Nat get out.” Natalie stared at Justin gobsmacked.

“What?”

Justin huffed and forced her to get out of the car. “You need to stay here. If they know you were with me you’ll be hunted down and you don’t have a safe haven.” He kissed her lightly in an almost none romantic way and moved to the back of the car. “Really sorry about this but…” He pulled Izora’s dress up over her head. He threw it into the tree’s and out of sight. He handed back his jacket she had been wearing earlier to cover her up and got into the drivers seat and sped off. That was not how he had wanted the night too go. He looked at the clock on the dash. It was almost three am. It was far too late to take Izora back to Rask manor. Justin looked at her through the rear view mirror. His compulsion was finishing. He could see the fear on her face and it was almost fasinating to know a vampire could scare a demon so much.

“You’re coming back to mine tonight.” He said loud enough for her to hear. “I can’t take you home when you’re covered in blood and it’s too late anyway.” This felt strange for him. He’d never had a woman stay over before. Then again he’d never really had a place of his own for a while. “We’ll get you cleaned up and into something fresh. You’re probably feeling a little weak too…I have food you can have.” It was like talking to a wall. She just sat there. “Izora you’re okay now. No ones going to hurt you anymore…”

Izora barely even heard Justin and Natalie speaking. Everything was just a giant blur to her as her mind was racing with thoughts. Fear was etched into her face when she realized she had been in a house full of vampires feeding and fucking around and then how close she had been to being another vampire’s blood bag. She looked up and flinched when Justin pulled off her dress, not even noticing him joining her in the backseat. “Thank you,” she whispered when he draped his jacket around her. Izora shivered and closed her eyes for a moment. She turned her head to the window and watched quietly as he sped off. After a while, Izora looked forward and caught his attention in the rearview mirror. “I-I don’t think I can do that again,” she admitted softly, her body shaking, unshed tears threatening to spill.

“Okay,” she whispered, watching as her hands shook. They sat in silence  for a moment before her attention turned to her hands. She tried to rub off the drying blood from her hands furiously, starting to panic. “It won’t come off,” she admitted. “Why won’t they come off?” she asked, looking back up at Justin. She started to imagine the vampire that took her captive and his hands stained with her blood. Was that what it was like? How much of her blood did he take. Izora continued to rub her hands together. “It’s not coming off.” Izora showed him her hands and then looked to her legs and saw that they were completely covered in blood. “Please make it go away?” she begged him, tears streaming down her eyes.


Murder on the dancefloor| Justin&Izora 

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“This doesn’t usually happen…Sometimes younger vampires step out of line. They drink their share then try and take what’s not theirs.” Justin pulled his jacket on after he finished  buttoning his shirt. “I just killed a fledgling of the guy who runs this place. I’m pretty sure he felt me do that so we need to get out of here. We’re going back to Black Pearl where both our asses will be safe.” Justin looked out of the door too see a couple of bodyguards looking around for someone. “Right front door is out of the way.” He closed the door and took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. “Nat I need you to bring my car round to the south side window…Don’t question me just do it!” He hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket.

Picking up one of the chairs he hit the glass. It cracked meaning it was re enforced. Hitting it again the glass shattered. He threw the chair away and turned back to look at Izora. “Come on we need to get out of here.” He held out his hand to her as his car came into view with Natalie in the drivers seat.

“W-what if he wasn’t younger than you?” Izora questioned him, now starting to think that this whole thing was a bad idea. She understood now why these kinds of parties were banned from Black Pearl. They weren’t controlled, humans were being fed from, even to the point of death. She had almost gotten hurt had it not been for Justin. Her eyes widened when he mentioned having just killed the fledging of the host. If there was one thing about vampires Izora understood the most it was that vampires cared deeply about their ‘children’ and their progenies. It was the kind of bond that was hard to break. Nodding, she took his hand and followed him, her heart beating. Izora looked behind her and realized that she was leaving a trail of blood. “Um, Justin, I think they’re going to be able to spot us,” she said and watched as she left more drops of blood that fell from her dress.

Her heart started to beat as she could hear footsteps rounding the corner to where they were. She winced when he hit the glass with a chair, and watched their back again. She took his hand and followed him to the car, her dress still dripping in blood. Once she was in the backseat, Izora sat frozen. She didn’t even care if the car was moving or not or that she was leaving blood on the seats, she was just scared.


Murder on the dancefloor| Justin&Izora 

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Justin leaned down so his nose hovered over hers. “What makes you think I was going to do otherwise?” He smirked then parted his lips as his fangs grew in. His eyes darkened as the smirk fell and he leaned down to her neck. Justin sank his teeth into her neck and pressed her against the edge of the pool. He groaned and picked her up so they were closer. Her heartbeat was pounding in his ears and pulsing through him with every drop he drank. The door opening and a new scent entering the room caused Justin up pull away and look round. “So this is where the other demon got too.” Justin stepped away from Izora and towards the steps that lead into the pool. The man stood in the doorway took off his jacket. “The other ones dry for now and I’ve not had my fill. Times up kid, pass the demon over.”

“Excuse me?” Justin walked out of the pool, blood running down off of his body. “She’s not part of the food selection. I brought her myself.” The currently unnamed vampire looked behind Justin to Izora who was still in the pool. “You never heard of sharing? or respecting your elders?” The guy looked older for sure. Late 30’s maybe. Justin stepped towards him ruining the white tiled floor with his bloody foot prints. “How old are you?” Justin asked still slowly approching him. The man smirked. “Older than you.” Justin stopped and cocked his head. “I doubt that.” The blood in the room was leaving the two vampires unable to get a clear sense of each other but Justin could see by how eager the man seemed that he couldn’t be more that 150 years old.

What happened next would have been too quick for a human too see though Justin knew Izora would have caught it. He was thrown up against a wall by the vampire but he had underestimated Justin. Within seconds Justin had thrown the man off and ripped off his head. The body slumped and Justin let the head drop to the floor. He walked over to his suit and without cleaning himself off he put it back on. “Get your shoes we need to get out of here.”

Izora watched as his fangs grew. Izora was even more aroused, her breathing becoming more and more laboured. When his fangs pressed into her neck, she gripped his arm tightly, feeling the slight sting. She barely heard someone coming in as she focused on Justin and Justin alone. The feeling of sharing her blood with him was intense and she knew that Justin was feeling just as much of it as she was. it wasn’t until someone spoke up and Justin pulled away that she looked around with a half lidded gaze. She gasped when the other vampire by the door looked at the two of them, his gaze lingering on her a little longer. Izora stepped behind Justin, scared of what the man was capable of.

“Justin,” she whispered,” gripping his arm tighter, her head just poking from behind him to look at the man. She wasn’t going to lie, Izora was slightly scared that if enough pressure was applied, Justin would give her up to keep himself alive. As much as she liked Justin, she still didn’t really know him and that didn’t help how she was feeling. “Please don’t let him have me,” she begged him, looking up at him and pleading. She stayed in the pool, feeling exposed and naked even though she was still in her dress when he walked out. She figured staying in the pool was a safer bet, but then again being covered in blood probably wasn’t helping her situation. Her heart dropped when the vampire said he was older than Justin. Despite not fearing the vampire, she was scared of Justin handing her over and the instinct of self preservation was kicking in.

When he had said that the the demon they had was drained dry, Izora feared for her life more than she feared the vampire. She watched, dumbfounded when in an instant, Justin was thrown against the wall. Again, when she blinked though, the vampire’s head was on the floor. She looked over to Justin and immediately got out of the pool, slipping slightly. “I thought that guests are supposed to be safe,” she murmured under her breath and looked over at Justin. “Who is in charge of this and where are we going?” she asked.


Murder on the dancefloor| Justin&Izora 

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Justin unbuttoned his jacket and placed it on the couch before removing his shirt slowly. He placed it alongside his jacket and removed his shoes. Once his pants were off and he was in his underwear he stepped into the pool too. It was warm, body temperature if he was correct which was perfect. He stepped up to her the blood stopping at his hips. Izora’s dress was pooled around her waist and was slowly sinking into the deep red liquid as it soaked it up. He watched it for a moment loving the way it slowly descended. “I’ll replace the dress.” He mumbled his eyes still on the fabric. “You won’t get the blood out of it.” He reached out and caught a drop of blood as it ran it’s way down her body. His senses were going wild. He wanted nothing more than to drink heavily but he feared what the mixture might do to him. Demon blood was potent and strong meaning it sustained for longer but it was addicting if taken lightly. Fairy blood was light, airy, hardly worth drinking unless your were to drain them. Wolf blood was disgusting, it tasted like ash and usually caused one to throw up the contents on their stomach. Fellow vampire blood was rarely shared, the exchange was intimate and highly sensual.

Knowing Izora was willingly letting him feed from her when he wished was thrilling. Almost 30 years ago he had forced her into becoming his blood bag and now she wanted it. Justin leaned forward and kissed her, gently pushing her back against the edge off the pool. “You have no idea how attractive you are to me right now.”

Izora watched hungrily as he started to remove his clothes, licking her lips as he did so wanting more than anything to get out of the pool and kiss him. She knew though that staying in the pool was better. The sight of her in blood, she had a feeling was turning Justin on. Noticing the slight bulge in his underwear when he stripped. Izora stepped back slightly when he started to move towards her. Watching as her dress was floating, Izora had to admit that she was struggling to get used to the fact that she was in a pool of blood but she wanted to do this for Justin. She didn’t know why but she just wanted to. She knew that it was probably doing all sorts of things to him with her covered in blood, but she hoped that he wasn’t going to lose control. At the back of her mind, Natalie revealing he had control issues before was bugging her. Izora shook her head and smiled. “I really don’t need a new dress,” she whispered. “Besides this will give me an excuse to go shopping.” Watching curiously as he caught the drop of blood falling from her body, she grew nervous.

She grinned at his compliment. “D-do you want to feed from me?” she asked, looking him in the eyes. Her finger swiped a small amount of blood from the corner of his lips and licked it. “It must be tempting you huh?” She stepped closer to him, her hands covered in blood and closing the distance between them. Izora then pressed the palms of her hands against his chest, moving down until she reached his underwear. Izora moved her hair to the side and gave him access to her neck. “You can feed from me if you want.”


Murder on the dancefloor| Justin&Izora 

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“There is a whole list of things I would like to do but first I want to see that white dress get strained red.” Justin grinned and pulled her up off of the table and carried her over to a small couch. Laying her down he went and retrieved a cup then walked to the pool and scooped some of the blood out. It was body temperature which made Justin smile. The length they had done to was astonishing. Walking back to Izora he knelt  above her then slowly tipped the cup and let the red liquid pour out onto her body. Unable to help himself he threw the cup to the ground and licked the blood from Izora’s exposed skin. He moaned and ran his hand down her stomach feeling the blood soak into the dress she was wearing and stick to her skin.

“If I asked would you get into the pool?” He said raising his head so it was at her level. “I want to see you covered in it.” Justin kissed her neck and kicked it slightly before licking away the small amount of blood he drew. Oh if only her family could see what he was doing to her right now. He lifted his head again. “What did you tell your grandfather you were doing? He doesn’t actually know you’re with me I presume.”

Izora smiled, glad that he felt the same way about the dress as she had intended. In her mind she thanked Sab for the suggestion. When he picked her up off the table, Izora wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned, making herself comfortable when she was laid on the couch. Izora watched while he made his way towards the pool, scooping up some and walking back to her. She shivered when the blood was poured down her body. She could tell by the look on Justin’s face he was enjoying it but at the same time was trying to contain himself. Izora moaned when he licked the blood off her skin, shivering at his touch. She closed her eyes and let out another moan, running her hand through his hair before opening her eyes when he spoke again, asking if she would get into the pool.

“I would get into the pool,” she answered and rolled her eyes when he asked her what her grandfather was thinking. “He would be angry, he’d try to kill you and then lock me up for being a disgrace to the family,” she replied teasingly and got up from the couch. Izora helped Justin up and kissed him on the cheek before making her way towards the pool of blood, kicking off her shoes. Dipping her feet into the pool, Izora shivered, finding the texture of the blood weird. Once her ankles were soaked in blood, she turned her attention to Justin and smiled, slowly walking backwards deeper into the pool. She gave him a come hither look. “Are you going to join me or what?” she challenged him.


Murder on the dancefloor| Justin&Izora 

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“Both vampires in this room are much younger than I am. I’d be able to hold them off if needed.” He kissed her neck. “Anyway, I won’t be feeding from you yet.” His eyes had lightened when he got use to the smell of fresh blood in the air. “We are still yet to see the other rooms. Do you want to tire yourself out already? I myself was thinking about looking for some food.” He looked to the door which was still slightly open. “Plus, there might be something a lot more fun in another room. What’s so interesting about a bed? nothing at all. Infact it’s boring. We’ve already filled our bed quota for the year.” He lead her from the room and into another one. This room was a sterile white. There was a long table at one side with an assortment of food on it. Pristine white seats were dotted about and in the corner, built into the floor, was a small pool. This pool wasn’t filled with water though. The deep red still surface and smell told Justin it was filled to the brim with blood. “I think I prefer this room better.” There was no one in the room but them and their footsteps echoed on the floor. The room was quite dark considering it was white. It seemed only to be lit by the moon shining in from the large window.

She felt a little safer when he reassured her that he could handle both vampires. “Oh?” she asked curiously after he mentioned he wouldn’t be feeding from her. “And here I was kind of hoping you would,” Izora admitted and smirked. “I mean I did wear white after all,” she teased him and kissed his cheek. Turning her attention back to the couple on the bed, she followed him to the other rooms he mentioned. She wondered what else the other rooms held. Was there whips and chains involved? Did other rooms just have a bed? Something told her though that there was no such room as just a bed in it. It would stand out like a sore thumb at a party like this one.

Her eyes widened when she saw the next room Justin lead her in. It was completely white, a stark difference from the room they were just in. Izora was almost scared of staining the white room with blood or any sort of dirt. Just as she scanned the room, Izora nearly choked on her own saliva when she saw the pool. It was completely red and the way it moved, she knew that it wasn’t water. The smell if it was infused with all kinds of blood and not just human blood. There was hints of fairy blood, shapeshifter blood, but the predominant scent was human and demon blood. “Woah,” she gasped and approached the pool of blood carefully. She turned to Justin when he spoke and nodded. “This room is… nice.” Approaching him, Izora smiled and took a grape from the table and popping it in her mouth. Sitting on the table, she wrapped her legs around his waist and grinned. “So, what are we doing first?” she wondered, her hands running down his clothed chest.


Murder on the dancefloor| Justin&Izora 

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“Each of these rooms has a theme or a colour. Some have…instruments in them others simply hold beds.” Justin opened the door and the sound of moaning became louder. He lead Izora in. The room was red, it’s walls painted a deep blood red and the floor a plush red carpet. There was an assortment of surfaces. Two beds were placed on opposite walls with four couches littered around the large room. One couch was occupied by an older looking man getting serviced by a young man who couldn’t have been older than 18. The older gentleman was watching the couple that were currently going at on one of the beds.

The woman was being more vocal than the male. Blood was smeared down her neck and arm. It was obvious she had been fed on multiple times during their romp. Justin stepped behind Izora and kissed her jaw line. “Do you want to stay?” His eyes were getting dark as the smell of blood seeped into his senses. When blood was open to the air it was always so much harder to resist, especially if it was a large quantity.

Izora’s eyes widened when she saw the room. It was completely red and the moaning sounds she had heard earlier became more prominent. Izora held Justin’s hand tighter as she surveyed the room. This whole place was unlike anything she had ever seen before and it amazed her. She had never been in an atmosphere such as this one. It scared and excited her at the same time as she craved to try these kinds of acts with Justin. The two men on the couch barely even blinked when they entered. It was as if they were in their own world, watching another couple on the bed.

She had been so busy watching the couple on the bed, Izora barely noticed Justin stepping behind her until he started to kiss her jawline. Tearing her eyes away from the couple on the bed, she looked up at Justin. “Are we taking the other bed?” she asked curiously, wondering he if was planning on having them join the couple on the bed. She could smell the blood, none of which were demon. Izora could see that the man on the bed and the older man on the couch were vampires. She wondered if she started to bleed they would start attacking her once they smelled her blood. “Isn’t it… dangerous?” she asked, stepping closer to Justin.