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longer stinks of mortality, though.  Do
tell, what did you bind her with?”
         I did not want to talk about
this.  I wanted to get him out of that room.  He was annoying
me.  Greatly.  “It was blood. A few drops only.”  Well, perhaps more
than a few, but it was none of his business.
         Samael’s eyebrows were almost
meeting his hairline.  “You used blood magic on the girl?  A
human
girl?” 
Apparently he could still be surprised.
         I sighed, thoroughly disgusted with
this conversation.  “There was no time for anything else. I went to make a
harvest and she got in the way.”  I pinched the bridge of my nose. 
Was that a headache developing?  Was that even possible? 
         Samael snorted as he crossed his
arms over his chest.  “Of course there wasn’t time for anything
else.  It’s not like you’re Death or anything, with the ability to move
outside of time, at will.”  He snapped his fingers for emphasis, “Oh,
wait, but you are!” His dark eyes shimmered with ill-concealed glee.
  At least he seemed to enjoy himself.  Always, at my
expense.  
         Grim started back into her room,
before I thought to stop him. He walked around the bed, watching the two girls
who remained blissfully ignorant of the intrusion.  “So you used angel
blood to bind a human? Not just any angel blood, either, but the blood of the
Angel of Death?”  An evil grin started slowly and lit up his entire face,
even reaching those dark eyes of his.  “That’s just delicious. 
You’ve created an abomination, Brother.”
         “It is not like that, Grim. 
The girl is no abomination.”
         “Of course she is. You’re in too
deep to see it, but that is exactly what she is.  There are going to be
repercussions from this, mark my words.  Time won’t care; he’s gone
bat-shit crazy, but this is surely going to piss off Fate, and she is one
cold-hearted bitch.  I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes, Brother.” 
He started to reach for Isabel.  I moved between them before I thought
about it, and shifted us back out into the hallway.
         “You will not harm the girl, Grim.”
         “I wouldn’t dream of it, Asher.
You’ve already done a splendid job of harming her, all by yourself.”  He
disappeared, but left me with a parting shot, and disembodied laughter. 
“This is going to be more fun to watch than the Black Plague.”
         I was not sure if I were more
disgusted with Grim or myself. He was having fun at my expense, but that was nothing
unusual.  The thing that bothered me was that he was right.  The girl
was changing, and I had no idea what she was changing into.  One thing was
sure, I needed to get her out of the hospital before anyone else wanted to pull
her blood or run more tests.  That, at least, was easily enough
accomplished.
         I found her doctor making
rounds.  A few whispered suggestions were all it took to secure Isabel’s
release.  Within a few hours she was free to go home with a handful of
prescriptions and instructions to follow up with her family physician. 
Her friend was ecstatic, but her father was positively livid. 

Chapter 3…Izzy
         I startled awake in my own bed,
tasting blood again, and I had the strangest feeling that someone was in my
room with me.  Fear uncoiled slowly in the pit of my stomach and slithered
into my throat.  Was I bleeding inside again?  Or just going crazy
from being bashed in the head too hard?
         I swore I could hear someone
breathing next to my bed.  It was impossible, of course, my dad was just
down the hallway. If anyone were in the house besides us, he would know
it.  I lay still for a few moments, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the
dark room.  I still couldn’t see anything, but I could smell that spicy
leather scent that followed me home from the hospital.
         My heart was in my throat as I
reached for the lamp on my night table.  I held