Draco M a l f o y (Isabelle)

[gaspevil]

"Any willing to support our cause," said Isabelle. "I would like to start with those who were Death Eaters in the days of Voldemort, however, as I feel they will be more easily persuaded." She slipped out of the shop, looking around the alley, wondering why it had to live up to the stereotypes of evil; all the creepy people... But she found that it was the ideal place to be, as nobody came here by accident,but rather avoided it like the plague.

[broadway]

Raychel nodded slowly. As they walked through the alleyways of Knockturn Alley, she instinctively pulled her cloak tighter around her. It smelled heavily of grim and filth, and the fact that it was also covered with grim and filth didn't help much. She found herself mirroring Isabelle's grace and cat-like poise as they reached the place where they were to Apparate from. Raychel stood still, watching her mistress with heavy, bitter-sweet eyes. She had not disguised them tonight, so they shown a dangerous green.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle noted the colour of her forced minion's eyes, unnaturally bright bottle green. "I would prefer it if you were to drink from prey of the human variety," said Isabelle. "Animal blood has made you weak." Without even waiting for a reply Isabelle seized Raychel's upper arm firmly, although shewould be unable to hurt her in this fashion, and then disapparated. Just like the night they had broken Draco out of prison, they appeared on the rock in the middle of the usual, storm-torn waters.

[broadway]

Raychel did not speak, and ignored her comment. She felt like enough of a monster all ready, she didn't need to be even more tempted by human blood. Knowing Isabelle, Raychel would have to drink the blood of some poor fool who refused the offer to live. Lives would be lost tonight, and Raychel hoped to some holier presence that the prisoners of Azkaban would be smart enough to realize loyalty would be the way to live. Raychel followed behind her mistress silently, refusing to utter a sound.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle observed the triangular-shaped fortress that was about two miles away from this rock. "Kill the guards, drink if you are thirsty, throw the bodies into the ocean. And for god's sake don't raise an alarm about it. There are thirty of them stationed around the perimeter, fifteen patrolling the corridors, and another five keeping a lookout on top." said Isabelle as she waved her wand, casting the spell that allowed them to walk on the water. "Meet me in Hall B once you've finished with the north side of the building, leave those on the south side to me."

[broadway]

Raychel remained silent for the duration of Isabelle's instructions. She would maybe have enough to turn her eyes a "healthy" shade of burgundy for thevelder vampire's sake. Once they reached the large triangular building, Raychel nodded curtly to her mistress. She didn't want to kill, but she would make it painless for her prey. With a quick snap of their neck from behind, she manage to dispatch 30 or some guards. She came to a man who sized her up, wolf-whistling loudly. That drove Raychel over the edge. The pig was drained and thrown off the building within minutes. Raychel rubbed her mouth clean with her cloak, then went to join Isabelle.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle had not taken long to dispose of the guards that had been in the half of the building she had assigned to herself. What had taken her time, however, was torturing the last guard on this shift. Isabelle had laughed like she had never laughed before at his pain. Surprisingly for an Azkaban guard he was weak, and in only five minutes had begged for her to kill him. She complied, of course, by sinking her fangs into his throat. Her eyes shone a wild burgundy as she quickly ran to Hall B. "Kill anyone that refuses to join, no need for torture, if they don't want to come with us they die. Be swift, we have a large area to cover in a short amount of time, anyone that doesn't answer within twenty seconds, kill. Bring all you recruit back to the main entrance, from there we shall travel by portkey." Isabelle instructed curtly.

[broadway]

Raychel nodded. She approached the first cell, finding five grown men, all previous Death Eaters. They had a particular evil scent in their blood. She couldn't place what it was exactly, but she placed herself in front of the cell door, hands on her hips. "What do you want kid?" one of them asked gruffly. "What's a kid doing..." he stopped short once he saw her eyes. The men exchanged whispers then the one who spoke first stepped up. "We'll help you." he replied, his voice stricken with fear. Raychel smiled gently, but menacingly, and stepped aside to let them pass. Raychel then moved to the next cell.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle found herself incredulously unlucky, not finding any former Death Eaters, just those that had done relatively minor crimes against the Ministry. She had killed twelve before she finally found one person, a female with an unnaturally calm composure that had said "yes" before she could even get a word out. By the time she had gone through every last one of the ells, she had only gotten six people to join her. Isabelle led them to the main gates, all they had to do now was wait.

[broadway]

Raychel was only lucky with one more cell, one that housed a single woman. She was heavily chained to the wall, and did not speak, merely raised her head. She managed a chuckle at the sight of Raychel. "Poor pawn." was all she said. "I'll help you're master foolish child." she replied. Raychel, a bit infuriated by her tone, took a deep breath before breaking the bindings on her loose. The woman smelled terrible, but it was difficult to place why. Raychel led her pack towards the place where Isabelle was waiting.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle looked at the group that they had gathered, no doubt they would all make valuable additions to their team. She pulled from her cloak pocket the portkey that would transport them to her hideaway. She had charmed it so the only way in was if she specifically brought someone there, just one of several tricks up her sleeve. "Everyone touch a finger, we should be departing within a matter of minutes." said Isabelle.

[broadway]

Raychel did as told, and in a matter of seconds the whole lot had joined in. Isabelle was right, and soon they were pulled in by the Portkey. Her vampire insides were able to sustain whatever pain they should have received from being magically transported, but others weren't so lucky. Some of the recruits landed on the ground, clutching their stomachs. It seemed as if Isabelle, a few others, and herself, were the only ones capable of landing on their feet. Even then the only two who were graceful doing it were Isabelle and herself.

[gaspevil]

"Don't even try to leave here, there isn't a way out unless I allow you to come with me," said Isabelle to her recruits, running her eyes over the lot, sizing them up. They seemed like they would be valuable, but they needed wands. Wands that she currently could not provide to them. "Show me your left forearms," Isabelle barked to the group. There was a shuffling of uniforms as the escaped prisoners lifted their sleeves. Most of them already had a Dark Mark, from serving during the days of Voldemort. Isabelle quickly branded those that did not carry the sign of their side.

[broadway]

Raychel's hand ran absently up and down her hidden Dark Mark. A few of the previous Death Eaters looked at her curiously, wondering how a child could get so involved in Dark Magic. Somewhere smart enough to put two and two together, but others weren't so quick. Raychel solemnly looked out over the horizon, sharp eyes taking in every detail in the night. Her face was set in a somber line, and she no doubt looked a lot older, and a lot more bored than she truly was. In truth, she wasn't the slightest bit bored, but was weak by the force it took not to run and hide, and never have to face her mistress again.

[gaspevil]

"I do realize that it seems unfair," said Isabelle, turning to Raychel. "But I must ask you to babysit this bunch, I've business to attend to." Without even waiting for a reply, Isabelle surveyed the room for a moment, and in not finding anything out of the ordinary, faced the group. "She's got full authority to kill anyone that gives her trouble," Isabelle said to the group. "I would advise you not anger her." She disapparated without another word to anyone.