Draco M a l f o y (Isabelle)

[broadway]

Raychel stepped into Borgin and Burke's silently. After checking that the coast was clear, she removed the hood of her cloak, stepping forward. Following the instructions given to her by Isabelle, she made her way to the back of the store, finding the door hidden by a curtain. She rapped on it a few times, then entered. "Hello Draco." she replied softly, addressing the man who was present inside the small room.

Draco turned to meet her gaze and nodded respectively in her direction. "Good evening Miss McFarland." he replied, his voice quiet, but strong. He motioned for the seat across from where he was standing, and Raychel graciously took it. Although she did not enjoy Draco's air, she did heal his ankle. For that, she supposed he owed her, in a way. "What is the purpose of your visit?" he asked curiously.

Raychel smiled gently, relaxing a bit. "Isabelle's orders." she replied gently. Draco frowned slightly, but a smile soon replaced it. Raychel's eyes narrowed slightly. It wasn't a menacing gesture, but by the way Draco cringed, it sure seemed like it. It was wise decision on his part to at least appear loyal. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and both parties turned to look at their visitor.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle slipped in, lowering the hood of her cloak. Without even looking, she could tell by scent that the three of them were alone in the room. She sighed quietly, slowly beginning to unbutton the fastenings of her cloak. She hung it on one of the brass hooks. The room was dingy, but it worked for concealing Draco.

[broadway]

Raychel followed her master with her eyes, charmed back to their original brown. "Hello Isabelle." she replied softly. Her master was no doubt angry for some strange reason that Raychel couldn't ever place. At this point in time, she didn't want to know, nor did she care much. Everything seemed to set off the elder vampire, especially her snippy, goody behavior Raychel had been exhibiting recently. She smiled inwardly. Playing with her master was extremely enjoyable, but she knew one of these days something was going to set Isabelle off. When that day finally came, it was going to come back to bite her in the butt.

((OOC: For plot reasons, would you mind if I made Draco? I just feel it would be easier than us playing him as a NPC))

[gaspevil]

"Good evening," Isabelle said somewhat stiffly, she was seldom in a good mood, especially these days. Truth be told, she was terribly stressed, her position was not easy in any sense of the word. Isabelle sighed lightly. Soon they would be going on their first international mission, she wanted to employ the help of giants. They had aided Voldemort, surely if she pleased them they would help her.

((OOC: If you want to, it doesn't bother me if he's a NPC, but you can make him if you so choose.))

[broadway]

Raychel was silent, not wanting to speak until spoken too. She had already been smacked by her master, and before she was even a slave had every other bone in her body broken by Isabelle. Raychel had to calm herself down before the dancing shadows gave her away. The element had been becoming increasingly easier to control, but it had not always been that way. When she was human, she had full control. After being Turned however, it reversed back to the way it had been when she had just started learning how to control the element. Once she became a full-fledged adult vampire she had no doubt in her mind that her ability would become under her control once more.

[gaspevil]

"I thought you agreed to getting that under control, it's hard to be stealthy if the shadows move without any movement on our part," said Isabelle, tone sounding as if she were terribly bored. With a flick of her wand there was a crackling fire in the small grate, popping merrily as if it had been there for hours. She watched it a moment, and there was silence. "Soon the ministry will know of our intentions," said Isabelle, smiling.

[broadway]

Raychel ignored Isabelle's comment, allowing the shadows to dance a bit more before turning towards Draco. He caught her eye momentarily before turning his gaze to the fire. She could tell he was nervous and terrified. Her lips pulled into a small smile, which pulled in the opposite direction at Isabelle's comment. If only she knew her allied servant was plotting against her... Raychel resumed her small smile and nodded gently towards her master.

[gaspevil]

"We need only to wait," said Isabelle, waving her wand and causing figures to rise from the hearth, made from the flames. "And then we, the ones nobody cared about, shall be the centre of the earth. Starting small, the United Kingdom, but it is an excellent point in which to spread throughout the world... Malfoy! We must go on a quest, no doubt the dementors shall aid us. I apologize for not inviting you McFarland; but I need you at St. Mungo's, I trust you will bring to me any newborns that turn up."

[broadway]

Raychel did not need to look up from her lap to know that Draco had paled. His heart quickened, causing her stomach to lurge hungrily. She gripped the arm of the sofa, then looked up at Isabelle. She nodded curtly, though she was relieved she didn't have to go with the duo. Staying away from field work was one of the most exciting things possible. Plus, she enjoyed her job at the hospital. It was good to know her vampirism was good at something. The only thinged that soured it was the fact Isabelle knew about it.

[gaspevil]

"Ever since the downfall of Voldemort, the Ministries of many countries banished the dementors to the north and south poles of the earth,and it is our job to find them, something tells me that the Headmistress is thinking along the same lines, it is crucial that we get to them first." said Isabelle, waving her wand once more, causing the flame figures to go out in small puffs of smoke, little bits of ashes sprinkling back into the fire.

[broadway]

Raychel did not look up from where her eyes had wandered, down to her lap. She fidgeted nervously, but instinctively. It was only natural that she be uneasy, considering the fact she was now loyal to both sides. She felt like a traitor, but it wasn't her fault in that regard. She was with the Order by choice, and with Isabelle by force. If she could go back and change her stupidity, she would have. If only Isabelle had just killed her and gotten it over with. Raychel now knew that torture was much worse than death.

[gaspevil]

"Well then, McFarland," said Isabelle, pushing her hair behind her shoulders and reaching for her cloak. "This evening I wish for you to accompany me once more to Azkaban, we have unfinished business regarding the facility." She fastened her cloak in the front, they would have to abandon Draco for the time being, but nobody apart from her and Raychel knew where he was.

[broadway]

Raychel nodded, getting to her feet. She swiftly fastened her cloak and bit a soft farewell to Draco. He nodded slowly in response, but gave her nothing more. Raychel followed Isabelle out the door, pulling up the hood of her cloak as she did so. Because it was late at night, there was no one in the alleyway. Raychel paused, awaiting Isabelle's direction. The woman was too flighty, and made snap decisions. Although an intelligent woman, she was fierce.

[gaspevil]

One of these days they would have to break into Ollivander's to get Draco a wand, as it had been confiscated when he was sentenced to a term in Azkaban, and Isabelle certainly was not going to take the time to figure out where they stored the wands of prisoners, plan a way to get in and find the exact wand that belonged to Draco. It was far too tedious. "Our visit tonight will be slightly more complex," said Isabelle. "We need to wait for a shift of guards to come on to give us optimal time, kill them, and then get several prisoners to come to our side."

[broadway]

Raychel merely nodded in response. She wasn't looking forward to murdering guards with her bare hands, but would much rather follow Isabelle in this mission. The more she was glued to Isabelle's side, the more she would learn of her intentions. Then, she would have more to successfully bring to Cici's attention. Before her mind dwelled on the plan too long, she wiped her slate clean of all thoughts, and only had the mission in her mind. "And which prisoners? Any in particular, or are we taking any that will join?" she asked smoothly.