Isolde continued, the sweat bathing her face a sheen in the candle light. She sent out a call, almost like a singing chant, but more a mindless hum. She closed her eyes, swaying in a circle with her arms outstretched.<br/><br/>"Come my pet, come hold me yet.<br/>My skin is tender and my neck is sweet.<br/>Come let me hold you<br/>In defeat."<br/><br/>In through the open window a form slithered onto the floor, It rose up where its bent neck touched the ceiling. He looked down on me with red serpent eyes.<br/><br/>Isolde's voice took on the tone of a wanton flirt, beckoning him to her.<br/>"Come let me hold you."<br/><br/>He lunged toward her, biting with his great teeth into the tender skin just above her clavicle. He began to suck then went stiff, quivered and lay limp , coiled around her.<br/><br/>Isolde looked up to see Malachai perched on the window sill. She smiled and asked brightly,<br/>"A friend of yours?"