Another body had turned up on the west side of the city this morning. Another body that had all the hallmarks of a vampire attack according to the sources that Isadore had accumulated. Puncture wounds, drained blood, the typical signs, though there had also been etchings around the body in blood. Satanic? A cult? Sacrificial? That was among the things she had resolved to find out. It was a bit crass to feel relief at finding a dead body, but Isadore had begun to grow restless at the calmness of the city in the recent weeks. A body had bene found in a surrounding city a month prior in similar condition but it was too far out of Isadore's range to bother investigating. Now that it had hit Sacrosanct, she was ready.

She had scoped out the spot in a dirty back alleyway after the cops had finished their investigation and left, snooping around like many of the other onlookers, though she liked to think her eye was trained better. She wasn't there out of some desire to be a thrill seeker.... Well, okay, maybe she was. It was what she lived for. Finding details, reporting the news before others, reporting facts that the police would like to cover up. Like the fact this likely was a serial killer vampire.

She had heard on the news that the mayor would be out on the south side several times this week at ribbon cuttings to show his support for small businesses. Isadore had always been wary of supernaturals. They had an arsenal of weapons at their disposal - telepathy, magic, strength, and who knew what else? Each one was different, their powers manifesting in ways that were random. It was unnerving to know that the city was run by such a person and what kind of journalist would she be if she didn't have some sort of cynicism or suspicion? Could he control other's thoughts and feelings?

Mostly Isadore had spent her career avoiding supernaturals. There were plenty of human monsters out there, she would admit that, and they were much more sloppy. They didn't have extra senses to help them cover up misdeeds. Still, the idea of a rampant vampire in the city was juicy enough that she felt it pertinent to find out what the mayor of the city, a vampire himself, would think.

The day was warm and loud, cars rushing by and people meandering lackadaisically. Issy leans back on a bench beneath a tree, waiting as the sun begins to set, typing away on the keyboard for her tablet, pausing frequently to consider her words. She was still working on polishing the story about the Northern Bandit, the thief who had hit multiple shops on the northside of town over the last few weeks, and the fact that the police had no leads. Mostly the story had been kept out of the papers and typically Isadore wouldn't care overmuch about a thief but she hadn't had a story in two weeks, not until today, so she had spent her own time investigating. She lived for it - the thrill of trying to uncover hints, as if she was a detective, only she wasn't bound strictly by their rules.

Besides, idle hands were the devils work, as her grandmother used to spout nonstop. Issy couldn't abide by lounging around and filling her time with only television. She had a mind that needed constant stimulation, another story, a dream, a goal.

Darkness settled into the south but the streetlamps kicked on and the nightlife continued. Shops were open late into the night to accommodate the nightwalkers of the city and restaurants opened their doors to let in fresh air, laughter spilling out in return. Folding her ipad back into it's case, she slips it into her side bag, standing up and stretching slightly to alleviate the burn of her back from sitting hunched on the bench for so long. She could see the cars turning into the spot down the street and the gathering of people snapping pictures and chattering as the ribbon-cutting ceremony was beginning.

Isadore strides down the street with a confident tilt ot her chin, bright blue eyes taking in each person at the event. The shopkeeper was supposedly a shifter new to the area. The man was grinning ear to ear and for a moment, her intense focus softens, a slight smile pulling at the edges of her lips. She understood that feeling. That high of success, of being recognized and knowing good things were coming. Her eyes slide past him to the well-dressed man on his right. The Mayor, Dareios Auerbach. As much as she had researched him the night before, she hadn't found much information past his rise as mayor. Money did that. Erased the past and made way for the future.

He looked.. ordinary. It was unsettling how normal the other species looked. No wonder they had blended in so long. Shaking off the eerie feeling, she waits in the crowd until the ceremony is done.

The moment that Dareios steps away from man, opening a gap between him and the rest of the people, Isadore strikes. She moves fluidly through the group of people, practiced motions for a toned body kept that way by constant exercise. Blond hair sways in her ponytail, slapping against her back as she pops out the other side in front of the Mayor.

"Mayor Auerbach, I am Isadore Dabney, a freelance journalist. Would you mind answering some questions for me?" She softens her words with a friendly smile, offering a hand to shake, though she feel goosebumps rising already beneath her long sleeved plain black shirt.