"What can I do?" Mr. Ray had asked Isolde. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.<br/><br/>"As you can see it is an attack by a vampire. You and I know there are many in Taverton. By your own admittance, you have strong olfactory senses, so I would invite you to smell around this bite. Perhaps you can ascertain who is responsible for this." Isolde said, briskly, with no censor in her voice. She glanced up.<br/><br/>"Dolph, bring me the red canister. I need those herbs." she directed.<br/><br/>Mr. Ray stooped to take a long intake of breath close to the girl's wound. He grimaced but said nothing.<br/><br/>"Mr. Ray, are you a sire?" Isolde asked as she packed the wounds with moss and cobwebs. Once again, he did not answer immediately. Then more to herself than to any one else she muttered.<br/><br/>"Damn. Whoever did this was vicious. The skin is mangled, as if the biter was trying to make the wound bigger so she would bleed out."<br/><br/>Dolph handed her the red tin box and Isolde dug out a handful of brown leaves, like snuff or tobacco which she popped into her mouth. She chewed until the herb was a wet, sticky mass that she spat into her hand. The mixture was then applied over the moss and cobweb packing. Immediately, the dressing attained a glossy, hard cover. The bleeding was contained.<br/><br/>Straightening up, Isolde put her hands on her hips, eying the two men. Mr. Ray was shorter, lithe and dark where Dolph was tall, broad and blond. Of course, vampire and werewolves were quite different in genetic design just as she was. The only thing the three of them had in common was that they were uncommon. The air was thick with tension. Shouldering her way between them, Isolde called,<br/><br/>"Pull up a chair, Mr. Ray. I need to mix some medicine for, what did you say her name was? Kyrie? She needs this to regain some strength. I would ask you do furnish her with some of your blood but I am afraid that with the degree of blood loss she has experienced that vampire blood would make her instead of heal her. In order to save her you might need to make her anyway but until there is no choice left, I would not encourage it unless of course, you know this is her wish."<br/><br/>Isolde came back carrying a glass with a thick purple liquid swirling in the cup as if it were alive.<br/><br/>"Kyrie, I need you to try to wake up so you can drink this. Your father is here to take you home." Isolde stroked her arm.<br/><br/>"You would not send her home with him!" Dolph exploded in frustration. "How do you know he didn't do this?" He was now pacing the floor and ruffling his hair with both hands.<br/><br/>Isolde shot him a dirty look and shook her head, a lock of curly red hair falling across her eye.<br/><br/>"Mr. Ray did not do this, Dolph. This is his ward."<br/><br/>"A vampire sucks blood. They garden if you will, potential blood donors. She was the harvest."<br/><br/>Mr. Ray's gaze bounced back and forth between them, opening his mouth as if to interject an opinion but not able to for the volatile discussion.<br/><br/>"Dolph, I know vampires of Mr. Ray's social status if you will. This is not his work. Mr. Ray is well respected and that means he is discreet. This is the work of a sociopath and Taverton is not safe with him or her abroad."