TiredNecromancer
When the wind changed direction, carrying her scent straight over to the three nomads, Isabella was only slightly surprised when they froze, revealing their inhumanity in the way they ceased to so much as breath. Three pairs of crimson eyes pinned her fearfully.
Jasper's confused southern twang carried awkwardly in the silence between the rolling rumbles of distant thunder. "They're...absolutely terrified." The southern vampire's piercing amber gaze left the nomads to take in the mildly irritated, and entirely fearless brunette he'd been shielding. "They're terrified of you Little Bit. And you know why."