Making New Plans

"And how much does that leave me?....Hamilton!" Isabel snapped as she drummed her fingers along her desk.

Isabel could see the thick beading of sweat form along her human accountant's forehead as she began searching through the vast amount of paperwork that she had provided for him upon his arrival. She was growing irritated of his presence as he was beginning to make her office smell of putrid human. He finances had diminished rapidly as she drank her way through what money she had left. But with no blood, no more shipments and Raphael not answering her calls she was starting to become worried.

"Well!" she stood as she walked around her desk to stand next to her accountant.

Hamilton still nervously scanning through Isabel's papers as he glanced up at her.

"Nothing...You are broke Miss Beaumont...With the IRS and now the Government holding your currents funds. You have nothing left" he whispered.

"IMPOSSIBLE!....Are you sure? Check again!" she demanded.

"Miss Beaumont I have triple checked. You are flat out broke" he whispered nervously at her.

Isabel could not believe this. It was impossible. Her accounts were empty and now she had the IRS breathing down her neck, that was all she needed right now. She was going to make him pay, with every whim in her being, she was going to bring Compton to his knees.

"WHAT NOW!" she screeched as she turned around to see someone standing by her office door holding a large box in their hands.

"A delivery Miss Beaumont" he quivered as he quickly entered her office and left the large box on her desk.

Curious as to what the box held she grabbed her letter opener and began tearing through the box as she was assaulted with a foul rotting smell. Opening the box she could not help but feel a surge of anger flow through her. Dipping her hand inside of the box as she recoiled in disgust as she pulled out a severed head.

The head that once belonged to Matthew Holt.

She could hear the retching of Hamilton as he emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor of her office. She was in two minds about this, she knew that Matthew had accomplished what he set out to do, but it was such a loss to her team. This was not the work of Compton, she knew this to be the work of John Quinn. His time would come....He would know what it would feel like to loose someone he loved, the young vampire was not enough.

"Miss Beaumont....Your plane is ready" a voice brought her back to reality as a man stood at her office door.

"I shall be a moment" she instructed one of her many humans.

Her plane was prepared and ready, soon she would be on her way. Not caring for much baggage she left her quivering accountant in her office. She would soon be on her way to pay a visit somewhere she never thought she would end up. 

Bon Temps.