Isolde had superior fighting skills and her witch's power was beyond those with far more experience. However, sheer numbers began to wear her down. Each took some of her blood and died at her feet until she had to stand on top of them to continue to fight.<br/><br/>She noticed her arms were feeling heavy and little spots swirled before her eyes. Shaking her head to clear her vision, Isolde watched Auluk stand off to the side with a smug look. The demon was in fact taking her blood, a little bit at a time. No matter how hard Isolde fought, she was being drained.<br/><br/>Auluk's laugh scrawled through the air.<br/><br/>"Now, Lord Marius of old, you vampire of ageless descent. You, Malachai of modern times, you will drink the last of her honeyed blood. and you will die as have all my darlings. Witch, break the protectiion you have placed around him. Let him go free. He is to feast on your blood and die. I will be free to own the dominion of evil in the city. No witch to defy me and no vampire strong enough to withstand me. Two for one. Come, Malachai, drink."<br/><br/>Isolde could barely raise her arm as she swayed dangerously on her feet. She broke the seal that saved him and sank to her knees.<br/><br/>Malachai towered over her, his fangs extended from the blood lust that devoured him. Try as he might, he was a vampire and no matter where the blood came from or to whom it belonged, he lusted for it.<br/><br/>"Drink, Lord Marius," Auluk demanded as she flew to hover over them. "Drain her dry."