When Isabela left Axiothea's dwelling, the siren was still sound asleep; Isabela had made sure to place a blanket on top of her. She continued on through the corridor.

"You slept with her didn't you?" The voice behind Isabela seemed to echo.

Isabela quickly turned around to see where the voice was coming from.

Vek stood looking at her, an angry look on his face. "You slept Axiothea didn't you?"

Isabela scoffed, lying. "No. Why would you think that?" Oh, we did so much more than that, she thought to herself.

Vek rolled his eyes. "Kid, you're lying." He got closer to her. "I can smell it."

Isabela looked confused. Then she laughed. "How can you smell lies?"

"The same way I can smell the fear radiating off of you." Vek laughed. He continued forward until he backed the Romanian girl into a corner.

"You're wrong," Isabela declared, still standing tall.

Vek chuckled. "What?" He seemed amused.

"I'm not afraid of you," Isabela growled.

Vek cackled. "Oh look-y here! The little prince-y poo finally grew some balls!" Vek leaned in closer to Isabela. "You didn't tell me you went through puberty."

Isabela snarled as she pushed Vek backward.

Vek stumbled back ten feet. "Fun." He speed back over to her. He placed an arm on the wall next to her. "That's real cute." His hand clenched into a fist. "But, you're gonna tell me right now… were you in bed with her?"

"So what if I was?" Isabela asked, cockily. Her eyes grew the slightest bit wider. "Oh! Did you wanna know what it was like? You know… since you can't land a single girl… because you're small." Isabela held her thumb and pointer finger up, holding them close together; her finger tips where practically touching. She looked Vek dead in the eyes. "You don't think I put them too close together, did I?"

Vek slammed his forearm against Isabela's throat—-pinning her against the wall. "I'm going to tear your fucking throat out!" Vek snarled.

"I'd like to see you try." Isabela swung her leg, knocking Vek's legs out from under him.

Vek stumbled back, giving Isabela time to escape from the corner.

Vek charged at Isabela.

Isabela punched Vek square in the nose just like Ferrantino had done the year prior.

"Ow!" He yelled. Vek looked up at Isabela with fury burning in his eyes. He ran at her. Vek then swung at her.

Isabela ducked and then her fist collided with Vek's face—-once again.

"You little shit," Vek snarled.

Vek and Isabela kept on throwing punches at each other.

Everytime Vek swung at Isabela, she blocked it and used a counter attack.

Finally as Isabela prepared to swing at Vek, she felt a prickling, searing pain in her lower torso. She looked down. There, sticking out of her body, was a dagger.

Vek yanked out the blade.

Isabela hand shot up over the wound.

Vek laughed. "I. Always. Get. The. Last. Laugh. Prince-y Poo." He turned and strutted away, laughing and whispering things to himself that Isabela couldn't quite make out.

Isabela slid to the ground, whilst leaning against the wall. Pain radiated through her whole body—-blood seeped through her fingers. "Crap," she muttered before everything faded around her.