[center]Ryanair had passed out as soon as Clara had left him, he found himself now in the state of half-consciousness. His eyes jerked open when a cool finger gently traced the side of his neck, he found Isabela before him with a frown on her face. He relaxed when he saw her, his eyes blinking slowly to focus on the older vampire. Neither spoke for awhile, content to stare at one another. 

Ryanair broke first. He tired for a smile who knew wouldn't reach his eyes, Isabela’s eyes narrowed before straightening. He noticed for maybe the first time since he awoke that morning that her hair was loose and flowing down her back, the second thing was that she wore a grey blouse with black pants. 

“Who's done that to you?” Her voice is soft but Ryanair can hear the underlying tension, he swallows and remains seated. The memories are hazy but he knows who's done it, just like he knows he can't blame his sire for it. Kieran might not be in his right mind but Ryanair still couldn't blame him, he knew this wasn't how his sire acted. His lips opened to speak, only for his entire body to go rigid when he catches a familiar figure behind Isabella. 

“Ah, there you two are. I've been looking for you, I'm sorry I've been a bit distant I'm not sure what happened to me.” A lie. Ryanair can tell by the way Kieran’s eyes don't narrow or how his stance remains relaxed where he stands against the doorframe. Isabella turns to him and Ryanair is thankful when she places herself between them, his relief only lasts for a moment before Isabella speaks once more.

“Ah, Kieran so good to see you. Might ask something?  Do you know who those bite marks belong to?” Her question is valid but Ryanair can tell she's said the wrong thing, Kieran straightens and offers a bland smile. 

“I'm sorry, I don't.  Maybe you should start dinner soon? The wolves should be back and starving right now.” It as a dismissal and Ryanair watched as Isabella tensed and flexed her fingers at her side, the blonde rose and moved to stand behind her. She began to move and Ryanair fell into step behind her, he almost breathed a sigh of relief when they neared the door. It left him in a rush when a familiar hand latched itself onto his wrist, he stilled at the contact. 

“I'd like his help-” Isabella started but Kieran merely shook his head and adopted a serious frown on his features. 

“I need to talk to him for a bit. Go on and we'll be there soon.” Isabella remained rooted to the spot a moment longer before reluctantly bowing and turning to exit the room. Ryanair caught a look of desperation and anguish on her features before she began walking away from the doorway, the grip on his wrist tightened warningly. 

He couldn't move and he wasn't sure if it was due to fear or the power a sire held over a fledgling. He didn't much care, he wanted to be away from the man pretending to be his sire. And he wanted [i]answers[/i][/center]

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