[Worm]

Elizabeth could only scoff, smirk and admire the man's persistence as she shut the door behind him. "Good riddance." She drifted back to the bedroom where her concubines were. The leathered figure of Blanche still resting on the bed. "Go ahead. Feed her to the wolves. They must be hungry." She stroked the back of Lillian's head, her soft, puffy hair barely gracing Elizabeth's fingertips. Lillian looked back at her with big, lustful eyes. And Rose followed with the same glance. They were both enamored by Miss Ward, mainly because she was the puppeteer of their souls. William was not far behind.

As the two girls delivered the vampire jerky to the wolves, Elizabeth found herself a new task. By now Isabel's guardian would be fatally ill or dead. It was time for her to check in and perhaps sweep young Isabel off of her feet, once again. She placed her wide brimmed hat back on her head, veil draping her exquisite features. Her black clothing could be explained as a sort of mourning if anyone would wonder. She grabbed her umbrella and floated back down the stairs and towards the front door.

It was dusk now. Her favorite time of day. A long whiff of the air brought her back to immortality. The wolves howled and growled in the distance, jubilant with the gift of food. Elizabeth embraced the chill in the air and dissipated into smoke, reappearing at the edge of town. She followed Isabel's scent. Through a window she could see her weeping... Good.