(Pretty much what you think?)

Isabella nodded and went in the bathroom and doing her hair and make up and tried not to look emo at all.

((Hmmm....the guy could be someone from his past...that likes messing with Philippe's mind, in bad ways. Seeing Isabella as a weakness and tries to use her to get to him?))

Philippe stood nearby, not directly by the door. Far enough away to not look like he was stalking somebody.

(I like the Idea ^ ^)

Isabella got done with her make up until the lights go off in the bathroom and said in her mind "this is weird why did the lights go off?"

Philippe didn't notice that the lights went off, but wondered what was taking her so long.

Isabella couldn't see or anything and tired to scream she couldn't she felt scared and didn't know what to do.

Philippe started to get worried and something in the back of his mind said to go get her. He knocked on the door. "Isabella? Are you alright?"

Isabella didn't know what to do she screamed and felt her voice can't do anything until she sees someone she thinks it is him.

Philippe got very worried, he looked around, then opened the door. It was pitch black in there. He was confused, then he sniffed for her. "Isabella?" He took a careful step into the bathroom, his senses very alert.

Just than Isabella fell on him and was knocked out cold for some reason and her clothes are ripped bad.

Philippe was suddenly surprised, but he didn't drop her. He blinked, still not hearing anything, but slowly carried her out of the bathroom and out an employee door to an alleyway with more light. "Good lord..." He gasped softly and looked at her. "What happened in there..?" He gently moved her to see if she was cut or bleeding anywhere, then sighed and lifted her and started off to his place through the alleyways.

Isabella was knocked out and didn't know what to do but she dreams and remembers what happen it was like a vampire was trying to hurt her and get to Philippe and wish nothing more what happen.

Once he got back home, he took her to his bed and laid her down. Then gently inspected her head, to see if she would have any fatal wounds. After he was sure she was mostly ok, he sighed and sank onto the bed. "This was my fault...somehow...I just know it..." He was supposed to be protecting her. He said he would, but how could he not notice that there was someone...or something after her?

Isabella was weak and didn't wake up until blood on her lips and saw something in her dreams a man that is after her that looks like him and remembers a name called "Damon."

Philippe's head jerked towards her when he smelled blood. He immediately went to her and went to lick her lips, but stopped....with much effort on his part. He pulled himself away, feeling as if it was torture for him. "Isabelle...are you alright?" His voice was kinda low and raspy.

Isabella opened her eyes and looked at him and said "do you know a man name Damon?" Isabella sat up and looked at him and was weak as well.

Philippe stared at her, shocked and slightly angry. "How do you know that name?"

Isabella looked at him and said "well when the black out came he was there and said weird things and he said his name you know him Philippe?"

Philippe cursed, his voice sounded like pure hate. "Damn him...the bastard." He looked at her, angry, but it wasn't towards her. "Yes I know him....he's seemed to find that you are the only one that he can get to me through." He suddenly realized what he'd said and shut his eyes, body completely relaxed, but sad looking. "I'm sorry I got you into this..."

Isabella didn't know what he was talking about "is there you are not telling me what are you and why is he after you Philippe?"

Philippe sighed and leaned against the wall, the farthest point from her in the room. "He's a sadistic bastard that likes to mess with people, screw with their hearts and minds. As for why he's after me....my heart and mind are harder to get to. He finds it a challenge." He didn't look at her and he didn't answer her first question.

Isabella looked at him and know her lip was bleeding and looked at him and than turned her head and her neck was showing. Isabella looked at the window and felt like he is hiding something from her.

Philippe looked up after a moment when she didn't speak. The blood on her lips caught his eye and he starred, swallowing, his throat suddenly achingly dry. "Would you...please..take care of your lip..."

Isabella glared at him and said "until you tell me what are you if not than I am leaving Philippe." Isabella lip still bleeds and her neck is showing and her blood is rich and sweet.

Philippe couldn't take his eyes off of her bloody lip. He took a step forward, trying desperately to restrain himself. But she smelt too good to resist. In a second he was in front of her, one arm around her waist and another gently keeping her head in place. He leaned forward and slowly licked her lip. His eyes sort of rolled into the back of his head, as if the taste of her blood intoxicated him.

Isabella looked at him and her eyes were in shook and knew what he was and said something "you blood I see so I was right you are a vampire." Isabella looked at him and felt like she didn't want to leave as well.