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The woman is ready for me as I enter the large duty building filled with large metal beasts of machines, a sword in her hand, I walk into the building with deliberate steps as I uncoil her whip from around my throat and toss it away, finished with removing her annoying whip I draw my own sword.

Our blades clash against one another and the woman shows skill in combat that reaches the level of the Hardmaster of the Arashikage clan.

As she throws palm strikes and kicks, my own block and reports are slow and sluggish due to my partially desiccated, I can feel my skin breaking and tearing like sandpaper.

But I find myself smiling from ear to ear as I go up against her… 'She…reminds me of you.' I whisper in my mind my heart twisting as I do so, my guard dropping as I see an image of Lagertha standing behind this woman with a smile on her lips wearing silvery armor…before she fades away and I get a sword through my chest. 'NOOO, Don't go, don't leave me again, please haunt me!' I cry out in my mind desperately not even registering the pain I should feel from being run through.

I find the young woman leaning against perspiration drenching her body and matting her once long wavy dark hair to her face, her black tattoos almost shirmiring in the light coming through the broken windows.

Her scent is even more powerful now than before as the minor cuts given to her during our exchange seep her rich…almost divine smelling blood.

"She would have liked you." I manage to say my voice cracking as the young woman tries to take as step or two back and pull her sword out but she trips into me and in my severely weakened state and my body leaking out what little blood was left in it through the sword in my chest, sends us both careening backwards, luckily our fall is soft as we land on old abandoned bolts of fabric.

"Wh-who would Ha-have liked me?" The woman asks while taking heavy breaths nearly choking on the cloud of dust we kicked up when we landed in the dust cloth.

"M-my wife…you are a lot alike…no one has given me such a fight like you did besides her…and you beat me." I choke on the words and struggle just to say them as the young woman and I work together to pull her sword out of my chest, with it removed I feel a slight lingering pain and notice the wound isn't closing all the way and that…I look like an emaciated WW2 Nazi war camp survivor mixed with a desiccated vampire.

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'Great the first hot guy I meet…that can actually handle my strength and he's married.' I complain in my head, as my stomach flutters as I stare into his beautiful blue gray eyes, that radiate so much sadness, pain and anger I feel like my own reflection is reflected back at me.

"She sounds amazing." I reply back to him and see even more pain and now guilt fills his eyes and my stomach twists as I feel a very powerful sense of jealousy and sadness.

"She was." His voice cracks and a few tears run down his face and with shaky hands I start to reach up to wipe them away but I stop myself from doing so, as it felt weird that it felt so natural with how we just met…and fought.

"I'm Isabella Lightwood…most people call me Izzy or Iz." I introduce myself and notice a sense of recognition in his eyes when I say my name.

"Vidar, Vidar Mikaelson…and eldest son of The Original family." He says his voice is a bit crackly and broken…and the way he introduces himself seems strange but also cute, then I feel a few light weak pats to my ass that have my belly fluttering.

"Get off you're heavy." He says to me with a slightly pained voice, "I am not fat!" I snap at him, and then remember stabbing him in his heart, my eyes snapping open as I hurriedly look at the slightly closed wound on his chest that is slowly oozing blood.

I roll over and come face to face with a massive wolf with glowing red eyes…carrying a couple of large dead rats in it's mouth.

"That's Garmr, he prefers Gar…he's my baby…found him as a week or so old abandoned pup…near a wolf's den." Vidar's broken voice enters my ears and I relax slightly as the massive wolf walks over and drops the rats onto Vidar's chest and hits them with his big nose.

"Thanks Gar…I'm not sure a couple of these will be enough for me…by the All Father I can't believe I Vidar the Impaler, the Great Death and Destroyer…have been reduced to feeding on rats." Vidar thanks his "Baby" while cursing and by the Norse God-king and listing off old…evil sounding titles as he weakly reaches up and grabs a rat.

"STOP, Just stop…I don't want to see that!" I shout and gingerly push the rats off his scared torso, and rip the rat from his hands and offer him my wrist.

"Are you sure?" He asks me with genuine care and concern in his voice now that he's snapped out of his more primal mindset.

"No, but I'm not letting you eat those either, and I can't go get you some mundane off the street, so in exchange for my blood you'll tell me your whole story." I say to him while in my mind I start to freak out, 'Ohh by the angel Izzy, what are you doing he broke the accords when he attacked you, he's not a demon blooded creature so it doesn't count.' I internally argue with myself as I feel his bony fingers wrap around my arm his grip as strong as steel but also gentle in a strange way that sends sparks running through my core, the veins on his face become pronounced again and I feel his soft lips press against the soft tender flesh of my wrists, and feel a small pinching sensation and then a rush of pure good feelings, run through my body as he starts drinking my blood... making me moan.

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Having Izzy's wrist pressed to my lips I can't help but think that she smells so good, I don't hold myself back not with my thirst, roaring in my ears to drink alongside Izzy's heartbeat and breathing.

I hear Izzy release a muffled moan as her blood…hits my tongue and runs down my throat…her taste…is hard to describe…but the closest thing I can describe it as…is divine.

I can feel Izzy y struggling against herself and try to pull her wrist away from my lips as her heartbeat starts to slow while pounding.

"Too much." I hear Izzy gasp making me pull away, "Sorry, I'm just so hungry I haven't eaten in like 236 years." I apologize to Izzy as I lick up the remaining beads of blood on her wrist watching as my saliva closes the puncture wounds and there are no signs of my bite.

Looking at Izzy who is pale and slightly dazed I prick my finger against my fang and pull Izzy to me using my left hand's thumb to open her lips and I drop a drop of my blood into Izzy's mouth to help her body heal itself.

"You're pretty." Izzy says to me as I release her from my gentle hold and Izzy giggles, "and muscley…" Izzy continues to say to me while giggling her blood sits heavily in my stomach radiating power.

'Great…I got her venom drunk…surprised that I didn't inflict pain on her with it….' I mutter in my mind and look at Izzy Lightwood recognizing her as Emeraude

Toubia…from Shadow Hunters…and then it hits me that I'm not in the TVDU anymore.

'Maybe it's for the best…that I'm not home anymore…I'm not a risk to my remaining family anymore…I hope Freya is safe.' I mutter in my mind as I can still feel Freya's heart beside my own but it's inert.

My eyes drift to Izzy's bronzed skin…her neck to be specific…my hunger starts to rise up within me again so I start to move to put distance between us, but Izzy nearly falls over from both my venom and blood loss.

"Come on, snap out of it." I mutter softly as I use magic to force my venom out of Izzy's body through her pores.

And I feel something metal press against my bare abdomen and look down noticing Izzy's Steele and draw it out finding that the magical object reacts positively to me, 'If I remember right this rune here clears a Shadow Hunter's mind and this one Heals them ingratsi or something like that.' I say in my head as I look at Izzy's face into her eyes, "Hope this works, didn't mean to harm you…I was just so hungry and your blood…well it's divine." I say to Izzy who giggles lightly I hear a sizzling sound as I run Izzy's steele over her runes activating then feeling the hand start to burn but then stop as I also feel invigorated and warmed comfort running through me.

"Thanks…now pay up I want to hear your story." Izzy says to me and if I'm not mistaken even blushes as she pushes me away…and now with food in me I can tell she's stronger than a 200 year old vampire.