A witch on the run... After Issy's car broke down and she was forced to walk for miles to reach the nearest town, Issy practically fell into the Shitkick Bar out of the sweltering, Washington heat. Moisture glistened her delicate skin, her cheeks flushed a pale pink. She heaved huge gulps of air from the A/C above her head as though starving for the coolness it would bring. She leaned against the door as it creaked shut behind her, long slim parted legs barely held her small frame up. Her eyelashes fluttered down upon her skin As she brushed her damp hair out of her lovely face. Issy had no idea a room full of people witnessed her every move as she clung to to the door singing out the word, "Hallelujah." A Va'atacos on vacation... Marcus realized the beauty was in trouble from first glance. A woman on the run and in crucial need of blood. Her hunger filled the crowded room, weakness abundant throughout her slowed motions. Not good. If he sensed the woman's thirst, so did everyone else in the room. Marcus gathered she didn't possess much time before she collapsed to the floor, her mind slipping into the darkness. Without warning an overwhelming need came over him to help and protect this woman. From that moment on he vowed to defend her, no matter the cost.