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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi clicked the keys on the keyboard. “Mhmm,” Isi replied wordlessly to the vampire. Quid was obviously street slang for money. Isi had no idea what Hiro wanted with her. Her best guess was to assume that he wanted something stolen. That was what Isi did best to hunting. “You have no idea where Hiro goes?” Isi repeated. She frowned, pressed the print button the the keyboard and closed down the lid of the PC which was password protected.

The pages from the printer began to spew out. Isi would have to use her hunter’s intuition to determine where Hiro would be. “Please do not lie to me. I would expect that from a werewolf but not my own servant.” Isi could inflict pain on someone in a most gruesome fashion. She had not done it in a while, but it was obvious that nothing was too severe for Seras. “I will ask you again. What are some of Hiro’s favorite hang-outs?” Isi took the papers and turned them black side up. Hand on hip, she expected a good answer.

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"Excuse me?" Seras bit her lip and frowned slightly, but really just had more of a questioning look on her face before she burst out in an adorable giggle. "That girl was your what now?" She continued to find it funny. "Oh sheesh..."

Shaking her head, the vampire calmed herself. "I told you, I don't know. This lil gal took us here before we even knew Hiro was here. I thinks we came before him anywhoo." Shrugging her shoulders lightly, Seras looked at the papers printing from the pc. She found it funny how awkwardly confident Isi always was, but as a person she found the lady to be incredibly condescending, hypocritical and not very lady like at all. It was strange. The vampire, a lady by blood and human habit alike, didn't quite understand the contradictions in her character.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi’s knuckles cracked, twice on each hand. “My servant is crazier than the mad hatter himself!” Isi muttered to herself while shaking her head. She was not into the mechanism of repeating herself. Seras, though she wanted to call the crazy one Victoria (for some odd reason) had heard her perfectly clear. Isi’s eyes scanned the papers as she read the locations. Perhaps it would be worthwhile to instead of checking out each exquisite hotel in person, waiting hours in the waiting room, and sneaking looks at the guest look, to just call ahead and ask if there was a Hiro. Isi could pretend to be a tailor, for Hiro’s suit was fine.

“If you’re lying to me, you had best wish I never pulled you off that park bench that beautiful autumn morning day!” Isi settled herself onto the seat and from a drawer hidden at the end of the table she pulled out a new mobile phone. Its caller ID usually said, “Private” but Isi could and did change it to, “Edmonds & Sons Tailor Shop”. Though for the life of her she could not imagine anyone wanting to work at a tailor shop. She began organizing the printed pages by their star rating. There were only three seven star hotels and none of which were located in the States. However, the US had many six star hotels and she began there, circling phone numbers and the such, getting her little speech together.

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[serasalcaste]

"Oh, so lil Seras is your servant?" The vampire spoke in a funny tone with a questioning look across her face. Soon she just smiled. "Thats heaps neat. I felt that way too." With a soft, playful giggle, she paced back and forth a bit, occaisionally shooting a glance over to Isi, whom looked very confident in her misguided ways. A few moments of reading her thoughts and the vampire couldn't help but keep the most crude smile across her precious lips. She approached Isi very stealthily and leaned over beside her, whispering in her ear.

"I don't thinks Hiro would want suits from any place in this city, Miss Isi." Of course she was only speculating but Seras and the vampire within her knew their lover to realize he would most likely keep buying his suits from a tailor in London, or Paris, two of the most beautiful places for the vampire to purchase classy outfits from.

She stood up slowly and turned on a heel, making sure to walk away from the woman. She had the most profound inability to admit her mistakes and it made her most vulgar at times. The vampire didn't wish to be hit again because she would hit back and it wouldn't be pretty.

"Buts of course. I don't lie to you, miss Isi." Seras smiled. "And you can't lie to me either." She stuck her tongue out playfully with a huge smile.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi was busy calling the various hotels on the list she had gathered. It was then that the phone began to ring. She walked up to her cell which had been through being dropped and thrown. Who could be calling her? She never received phone calls. It could be Hiro or it could be another mystery person. But her thoughts were on Hiro. The number was Hiro’s. She pressed the chat button but before she could speak, ‘Hello Hiro’ another person spoke. It wasn’t Hiro but a woman. Odds were that it was Hiro’s female friend. The woman who she first assumed was human.

“Mmmm. Hello, Era.” Isi tossed a pencil in the air and caught it with her hand. “Is that the sound of desperation in your voice?” Of course it was. But what exactly could be so desperate? Isi thought that Hiro needed a painting stolen. But perhaps this was a matter regarding something else entirely. She nestled the phone with her neck and stretched out her arms. She closed the door and turned on the radio, lightly enough so that if Seras were listening in she would not be able to hear the topic and only the radio – Hopefully.

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Sorry for taking so long to post. My papa cut off my internet.

[serasalcaste]

Seras eyed the woman before her curiously as she listened to her speak clearly and convincingly into the tele receiver. "Thats heaps neat." The vampire shrugged a bit and ran a hand through her hair, her slender fingers delicately weaving through her lucious locks. "I thinks this darned lil miss needs to colour our hair again." Seras bit her lip, looking very unamused. "Sheesh, can't she do anything right?"

Without a care in the world for what Isi might attempt to say or do, defying her lame authority with ease, the petite vampire walked past her with a gorgeous smile and went off to the restroom. On her way out, however, she whispered to her. "My love isn't heaps dumb, you know Miss Isi. I don't thinks you'll find him, unless of course if he isn't hiding then."

After about an hour and a half or so, Seras returned to where Isi had been, the faded black stripped out of her hair and the length of her locks lightened to a brilliant ivory blond. It looked a bit dried out, but alas the vampire was running conditioner through it with her dainty hands as she approached Isi. "Miss, could you please fetch me a blowdryer?" Of course she hadn't said it in a most negative tone at all, but it was the first time the vampire had the audacity to ask Isi to do anything for her. With her lips parted in a seductive smile, Seras leaned in and kissed Isi's neck gingerly, her fangs growing out slowly. She sat herself up on the counter, her back arched a bit and her posture poised and elegant as Seras continued to glide her fingers through her damp hair. The brilliant smell of conditioner began to waft through the air. Right then and there, even Isi wouldn't be able to deny how beautiful Seras looked, especially in her innocence with such a delicious smile across her pretty face. However, her fangs poking out of her lips suggested her malice and authority to Isi. Perhaps they would both have an understanding. Isi had seen the girl make it out alive from hideous situations, surely she ought to know the extent to what her body could handle, but what she would never understand is that she was so close to seeing her lover again. Not even Isi would be able to stop her from that. If they were to go at it, surely it would be a dangerous catfight.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi crossed off the first hotel on the list. Though she was a bit distressed she knew that she shouldn’t be. There would be no way she would get it correctly on the first phone call. She knew that she would have to call around a lot. Isi paused, looked at Seras and tuned her eyes onto the girl’s hair. If anything, she hadn’t noticed Seras’ hair. The girl was blond but she hadn’t noticed the darker hair that was showing as the dye began to wear off from time. “I’ll find him alright,” Isi muttered. She didn’t have a clue Seras was going to dye her hair. She assumed she was going to finish cleaning up and make herself useful.

Isi was halfway through the list when Seras promptly entered the room again. Isi didn’t look at her but turned around when she spoke. “I most certainly will not fetch you a blow-dryer. You fetch me my curling-iron!” Isi was flabbergasted. By hook and crook this vampire would respect her authority. Damn it! The vampire kissed Isi’s neck and she couldn’t help but cringe in disgust. “Don’t touch me. Don’t!” She couldn’t help but wipe the area around her neck that the young vampire had kissed. Isi couldn’t help but look at Seras, she fit the style of ugly beautiful to the T.

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[serasalcaste]

Seras pulled away from Isi swifter than anything when she sensed her disgust in the vampire. Truthfully, nobody had ever wiped away a kiss from her, even in kidding, and it was a bit hurtful to the little girl. She fluffed her hair up and walked across the room, beginning to look about for a blowdryer and a curling iron. All the while, her jeans hugged her cute bottom and her little toes were tucked away neatly into exquisite heels.

When the vampire finally sound what she had been searching for, she plugged the two in and went to bring Isi her iron, but nearly through it at her with a mischievous smile. Thankfully it didnt look like she had noticed, and so Seras took hold of the curler and handed it to Isi politely. After taking her hand off it, the vampire noticed she had been burnt. With a slight shrug, she showed Isi her palm, which healed perfectly within a minute or so. A brilliant smile across her naked lips, any boy would certainly have fallen for her innocent lust, but Isi was no such person. "If you'll excuse me for a moment now, -kay?" Seras sort of asked, but it was more like just letting Isi know she would be back in a jiffy. The sound of a blowdryer could be heard in the distance coming from the bathroom. In a few minutes, the lady returned with a dry, and perfectly teased head of blonde hair. There were pink clip in extensions in the ends and she looked like the most perfect scene queen. A wonderful smile was on her lips and her gorgeous eyes were encased in the deepest black eyeliner.

"-kay, all set. Where too tonight, Miss Isi?"

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi took the curler and put it to the side. Of course she didn’t want it right now. Her hair was straight, as straight as could be without using the straightening iron. Isi’s hair was usually in small tight ringlets but she didn’t have the patience to do her hair today. If she had to go out and about in high society places then she would dress up. “You’re excused.” While Seras was gone Isi walked to the kitchen sink in the next room and turned the water on hot. She used an old rag, poured some disinfectant on it and began to rub her neck squeaky clean. The hot water was scalding hot. “Sick freak,” Isi couldn’t help but mutter. Once she was satisfied with her neck she tossed the rag away in the trash and began to wash her hands.

“Did you fetch my rental car?” Isi asked as she moved back into the moderately spaced dining room. “And I can’t believe I’m saying this but, I need you to have a snack. I won’t have you going insane on me.” It was slightly funny when Isi said ‘insane’. She realized her poor choice of words at once. She had meant by her words that she didn’t want the vampire to go on another blood craze, killing everything in her path. Vampires needed blood. And Seras had not had any in a bit – To the best of Isi’s knowledge. “I’ll also need you to pick up a few things for me. Strong silver chains, one of those kinky mouth things with the ball, about twenty packs of blood from a blood bank, I’m sure you know or can find someone crooked. And I need them by the next few hours.” Meanwhile Isi had some things she needed to her herself personally: Holy water, etc..

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Seras watched as Isi went off to the restroom to wash up, and though it slightly upset her, she shrugged it off. Leaning in the doorway after a few minutes, she quickly receded to the living room once more where Isi appeared moments later with a list of requests to mouth off. It mostly went in one ear and out the other. "Well the bloodbank, now theres a neat lil trip for me. Yayz." Seras smiled childishly, but there was a hint of a devil in her grin. "I don't wanna fetch the other stuffs. You're weird." She pouted childishly and folded her arms across her chest, looking away. Of course the vampire was only playing, though going to a bloodbank and keeping her cool was first on her agenda and that would take all the effort she could muster. A lady like her didn't wish to be caught in such a place one would purchase bondage things. That actually seemed more up Isi's bizarre gothy alley.

Looking back at Isi for a moment, Seras grabbed her purse, made sure her heels were on just right, and stuck her tongue out at Isi on her way past the woman. If anything, anyone who would even had thought Seras was something other than a rich lady who probably inherited all her funds and was spoiled rotten, they would most likely consider her a high class prostitute, the kind only the most wealthy could call upon for special favours in secret from their wives. The vampire looked very pretty that evening. "Ohz, and peeps said they can have your car here in a wee lil bit -kay? I just got a text, miss Isi." She blew the woman a kiss and proceeded down the hallway towards the front door, not a care in the world despite disobeying Isi's request. She would have to realize, the vampire in her was much more difficult to boss around.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi’s mouth formed an “O” shape without uttering a single sound. “You will do as you’re told no matter how weird, odd, disgusting or trivial it sounds!” Isi ordered. She was not used to giving such orders to people. But now that she had, she found that she liked it. And Isi did not like being disobeyed. If Isi had had holy water on hand or truly believed in the power of God she would have either tossed holy water on the girl, locked her away or pressed the cross into her flesh!

Isi scowled at the back of the vampire. She could do nothing to stop her from going. After all she did need her to go out and get some things. She frowned and stomped her foot repeatedly on the ground. She looked very childish. She dared not speak for uttering out something unbecoming. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts as a car drove up. It was obviously for her. The driver got out of the car, jumped into a second car and the two men drove away.

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[serasalcaste]

Seras glanced back once at Isi as she walked out of the house. They both knew the woman could do little to nothing to stop the vampire from leaving even if she wanted to. Seras began to wonder about Isi, stomping her foot and spouting a little fit of anger. She thought about how Isi may have come to be such a mean person, yet just selfish and childish no matter how terribly she would never admit it. All in all though, no matter how ridiculous and incredibly rude and unladylike Isi had been towards Seras, the vampire still enjoyed her company most of the time.

After her friends had driven up to drop off a vehicle for the demanding woman, Seras shrugged and walked off. On her way down the street, her friends had stopped to pick her up afterall. Everyone began to wonder how the vampire seemed to be friends with such a person. Isi had always been rude to her, underestimated her, was selfish and hypocritical, and very demanding. To top it all off, she had destroyed her own car in an attempt to hurt her lover, been upset with him for ruining her car when really he only got hit because he was saving his love from being hurt and also because Isi was the one who went to hit him in the first place. Evan after all of this, the woman demanded he buy her a new one. Most would call that outrageous, but still Seras the little depressed human girl still enjoyed being around such a hurtful person. The vampire in her already seemed to not like Isi so much.

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[Isi Runasimi]

The first thing Isi did when she got the car was to check anywhere for a bomb. There was no bomb on the car, thankfully. The last thing she wanted was to get blown up while driving. To be honest Isi probably deserved it. No, no actually she did not. She deserved a fate far worse than that! After checking the car for a bomb Isi walked back into the house, picked up both of her cell phones and put them in her purse. She also opened up her vault and took twenty-thousand dollars out of it. “Hmm… Probably would have been a good idea to give Seras some money.” Isi spoke to herself as she closed the vault and spun the combinations round, setting it to 9 as she always did before putting the books back on the shelf. The safe was disguised in the bookcase.

“She can manage,” Isi reassured herself. She stuffed the money into her purse along with a few guns in a few holsters and locked the front door. Another thing to do was to make a spare key and give it to Seras. But did she trust the girl with a spare key and the alarm code? Isi didn’t trust anyone. Ever. So the answer was maybe. She pulled the automatic automobile into reverse and then drive. The first thing she needed was holy water. Then she needed more silver. Pure grade. Not the stuff that people claimed as silver. The silver would be melted down – Obviously. Isi liked the feel of the car. It ran good. It made her feel good while driving it. Of course she preferred her own automobile. Isi sent Seras a text message, ‘Don’t Forget (-:’ She didn’t need to write in a threat. Did she?

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[serasalcaste]

Seras was sitting in the rear of her acquaintances' car and wore a pretty smile. The others seemed to have noticed her in a better mood and decided it would be better to only humour her as she saw fit. If they were to say anything unneccesary to a relentlessly seductive vampire, strange things could happen. Most played it off as she must just be high, as in every other time she was high as a kite, her vampire side kicked in fully.

The cute vampire sat in the benchseat with her legs neatly crossed, a hand running through her pretty hair and the other adjusting the large sunglasses that framed her beautiful face. A moment later, her celli was buzzing. With a crude smile, Seras responded promptly.

'Of course I won't forget, silly. I don't like you heaps. '

With a little shrug about if the vampire had been to straightforward and mean about her recent dislike of the the woman, though it had always just been Seras as a human being whom enjoyed her sadistic company. All in all, the confident and beautiful vampire despised vulgar women like Isi. She felt even as an inhuman creature of the night she was above people like her, and everyone would always tell her how beautiful she was which only fueled her lavish confidence.

Holding her hands out in front of her, Seras glanced at her nails and noticed they hadn't been coloured or manicured in an awefully long while. At least a week or so was a long while to her. Leaning up in her seat and whispering seductively into the driver's ear, the vampire asked to be dropped off at her favourite salon. With an earnest nod, the man behind the wheel went around the block and headed first to the salon. Seras was promptly dropped off and with a tip of his had, and a slight wave from the other man in the passenger seat, they promised to return in an hour. The vampire nodded and blew them a kiss and went off to get her nails done. First her beauty, THEN she'd worry about getting blood. Thinking about Isi ordering her around made the lady laugh. Of course she didn't need to be told to pick up blood for herself. She was a vampire! though if Isi needed it for any other reason, the woman would be sadly mistaken because it was awfully hard for a lavish vampire to hold onto blood bags and not drink them.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi arrived at the very small church in one of the lower sides of New York. There were a bunch of places she frequented. She gave them cash which they could donate to the church, spend on themselves, or help the immense poor population. It was the sort of place that people could steal your rims and tires in less than twenty seconds! The type of place which you wouldn’t want to be walking out after dark or even during the day. Isi parked where she could find a place. There were few cars on the street. Isi could buy any of them for two hundred bucks or less. So that is to say that Isi’s car was worth more than all the cars on the street. Being rich felt good because good meant superior. And superior was excellent.

The hunter bent her elbow, arched it, and with her two fingers she pressed the “lock” and “alarm” button. The car beeped twice letting all know that it was locked. Hopefully the car would be too sophisticated for anyone to risk stealing. Most new cars were a pain to hotwire or something. But the rims and tires…. Let’s just say Isi needed to be quick at this stop. “Hey. How’d you like to make five hundred bucks?” Isi asked to the passerby who was staring at the high fashion woman with her expensive automobile. The person was obviously poor and in need of the money. “One hundred now. Four hundred later. Ten minutes. Watch the car. Make sure no one steals something.” Isi pulled out a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

The old black man snatched the hundred dollar bill and looked at it. He had probably never seen a bill so large as a hundred before. He would have trouble using it to purchase items but the bill wasn’t a fake. It was as real as vampires were! Most places didn’t like to take high denominations because those were the types of bills which were faked now. I mean would you rather fake a 20 or a 100? Because if you go to the store and buy a candy bar or pizza which one gives you more real change? – Exactly! The 100 dollar bill. “Don’t let anyone touch my car.” Isi repeated. She sounded so dangerous, so intimidating that it obviously made the man change his mind about taking the money and run.

Isi felt she didn’t need to flash her gun. Her words had taken care of that. With that she turned around and walked inside the church. She needed to be fast before someone got the idea to ambush her outside for her car and her money. Because, if she pulled out that crisp one hundred dollar bill so fast then she surely must have more of them. Of course Isi was also paranoid. But she was carrying twenty-thousand dollars, minus one hundred. “Hello father. I need some holy water.” Isi had purchased holy water from this particular place twice in the past. Each time she had driven a different automobile.

The pastor led her to the holy water where Isi scooped out two large containers worth of holy water. What would the pastor say if he were to know that his holy water killed evil beings? That Isi killed people who had taken on the form of flesh. Her cell phone rang and Isi received a new text message. Isi didn’t take the message negatively. She did not think too highly of the vampire. Much so that she thought the vampire had confused the word, “don’t” with maybe “do” or thought to use a double negative only she forgot the other double negative to be balanced out with the word “like” thus two double positives. “Thank you father, I would like to make a donation to your church.” Isi did not fumble with her money but pulled out one of the money clips, five thousand dollars, and handed it to the man.

“Thank you.” She added as the father blessed her and thanked her also for the donation. Five thousand dollars was a lot of money for holy water but it was worth it. It would be too easy to have fake holy water in a time of need. Here Isi could trust it, but she would also test it before she really needed to use it on a vampire later. When Isi walked outside she saw six young men pointing various weapons at her. The old man was nowhere in sight. “Well, well. What do we have here?” Isi spoke to the men, glancing around with her eyes and not moving her head. If she couldn’t get all her anger out on Seras then these men would be her punching bags.

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