Isabella takes a breath, then kneels down next to the basement-dweller, lifts her wrist to her lips, and bites.

A moment later she pulls away, shaking her head. Blood drips onto the woman's dress and spatters the floor as Isabella carefully places the arm back on the woman's chest.

"Still nothing."

She looks at the woman again.

"I'm honestly not surprised. She looks like someone who's been fed from too heavily already."