DISCLAIMER: I unfortunately do not own Torchwood or Twilight, though if I did I'd covet Owen, Jack and Jasper and keep them all to myself – with the exception of a few awesome readers who took their time to look at this!
AN: Obviously not a one-shot anymore, yay! Please, do enjoy.
SUMMARY: '"Calm down Torchwood, I only eat bad people," she smiled brazenly,' – ONE-SHOT for now, review for more.

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"So, Jack," she whispered in his ear, "I'm in your hub, whatever shall we do now?"

The man in question looked at his team, slight worry in his eyes.

"Look, darling, can you be a dear and go get me a coffee? We need to talk, privately. The machine is right over there." A small, smart looking man asks somewhat rudely.

Isabella looked up at him angrily.

"I've no use for a coffee machine, I don't know how to use it," she paused at Owens laugh, "I materialize the things I need, one of my many gifts. Besides, I'd be able to hear you from miles away. Look behind you for your coffee, Ianto."

There was a small gasp of shock as he eyed the coffee, the perfectly made coffee that was now in his hands. The team looked at her inquisitively.

"What do you mean by 'one of your many gifts'?" a clever looking Asian lady asked (AN: Not meant to be offensive, oriental just didn't sound right!).

"My kind, some of us really, can be 're-born' with gifts. It's becoming more common but their gifts are getting weaker, that's where I come in. I take their gifts and strengthen them for my own use, that's my gift – a sponge of sorts," she huffed, "I can also copy them if I'm feeling merciful, or if I don't want to traumatise the humans I sometimes take them from." She finished, smiling dangerously.

The team looked at her, more afraid than ever.

"Well, sweety," a young, angry looking woman, "You've got a man who can't die and four other people standing against you, you haven't a chance for escape, even with your gifts."

"Oh Gwen, you underestimate me," she flitted behind Gwen, "I am immortal, and truly so. Others of my kind can die, but me – never. I copied Jacks gift the moment I felt it, and I intensified it with my own normal body strength, I can never die now – try to light me on fire and it won't work. Besides, I don't need my gifts to get away from you; I have my strength and speed. And if they should fail me, which they never will, I can call my guard. I am royalty in my own right."

"Your minions will have to miss you then, you aren't getting out of here!" she screamed at Isabella.

Isabella, angrier than ever, picked Gwen up by her throat and began to strangle her.

"Be careful, little girl, I'm the oldest, wisest and least likely to die here. Your frail little bodies may stink with odour of alien, but if I have to I will kill you. Choose your words wisely, I've picked up many long and torturous techniques over the years and I'd be glad to use them, one only requires the use of one finger – it's frightfully fun, for me, of course." She snarled.

"Put her down!" Jack yelled, "She wasn't going to hurt you!"

Isabella threw Gwen across the room, as she was now fuming at Jack.

"Her thoughts say otherwise, Jack. All your thoughts are different but they all refer to removing the threat that is me, I came here to divulge a secret to those I assumed would be trustworthy, going against my kinds laws, even though they wouldn't dare punish me! And now I am treated like an insolent child by audacious people who think they hold the world in the palm of their hands!" she screamed, "You understand nothing! None of you do! You don't understand the true terrors of this world, this galaxy! I've travelled, like you have Jack, but a lot more for a lot longer. You hold nothing against me, in age, strength or intelligence! You underestimated everything,

"You underestimated me most of all. You underestimated my strength, my power and my influence. You underestimate the connections I have, greatly so. I know people you would never dream of knowing! You think you're the only time-traveller in this room? Think again! I have never met mortals so idiotic as to think they know everything!" she slapped Jack, "I can hurt you a lot more than that. Choose your next words carefully."

The Torchwood were silent, completely terrified of the livid creature that was standing over them.

"How old are you?" the Asian lady whispered.

"I don't know, Toshiko. All I know is my father was a banished man called Cain. I believe his story is found in your bible." She replied.

The room was silent for a second.

"Now that's impressive!" Jack exclaimed.

"What is, Jack? The fact that my father killed his brother and was banished further by 'his' God? Though I still love and worship the Lord he banished me for my father's mistakes, he made me what am I now and now, because of him I have taken so many lives! Not just having fed on them but making them what I am! I loathe myself, and my existence. I loathe being what I am!" she cried out angrily.

Jack took a cautious step back.

"What are you then, Isabella?" he asked.

She growled at the use of her name before speaking up.

"Vampire," She whispered, "Soulless, blood-sucking, demon of the night, Vampire."

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