The Hunt

[Sarah Winters]

Again, Sarah answered matter-of-factly:
"Yes."
She wrinkled her forehead as she could see Isola was smiling. Why ever would she smile?
"What's wrong with you? Why are you smiling?"

[Isola]

"It's a deal. Because as I said earlier, I'll do anything for food."
Isolas smile grew even wider, now she had nothing to worry about.
Although she was going to miss the nightsky.

[Sarah Winters]

Sarah's wrinkles on her forehead got deeper, as she looked at Isola as if she were crazy.
"You are one crazy human, you know that?"
She went over to the door, leaving the plate and cutlery to be picked up by someone else later, and turned to Isola again.
"You have this night off."

[Isola]

Sometime later..

Isola heard the lock twist and the door opened, she knew the drill by now.
It wasn't all too bad, to live like this.. Roof over her head, three meals a day, she had her violin
and every night Isola met some really odd characters, most of them whom were nice.
All the humans lined up in the assembly-room for inspection.
There was some humans like Isola, being there because they wanted to and there were those who had been taken against their will, the latter either shed silent tears or stood frozen with fear but everyone knew what the night meant at the bar.
Customers began to come in and started to check the goods, some already had their favorites, and others wanted to try something new every time they came.
Isola recognized regular customers, lowered her eyes and smiled politely as she curtsied.