Bleeding (open)

[neigh]

Jane held her knife in her hand and pointed the blade at her chest. She froze in terror. A group of people walked by and turned to her. "Don't hesitate" one of them said and they all burst into mocking laughter. She pushed the knife threw her chest but it didn't make it all the way threw and drooped to the ground. They turned and walked away, the laughter fading in the distance. She just sat there, bleeding and crying.

[gaspevil]

It was the smell of blood that had brought her to Knockturn Alley in practically broad daylight, but it was not the kind that she was going to bother herself with. No, it was a werewolf, she could smell it. She was curious. Isabelle stayed within the shadows of the building until she was behind the bleeding girl. One could infer that she had tried to kill herself, but Knockturn Alley could be quite treacherous to one who did not know how things went there, especially a girl of around sixteen. She was lucky she hadn't gotten herself raped. Isabelle refrained from crinkling her nose in disgust at the smell. "Are you sure that is what you really want?" asked Isabelle after using Legilimency to get into the latest memories and emotions of the girl, yes, she had tried to kill herself. But Isabelle could always use another follower...

[neigh]

Jane spun around, in shook. She hated it when people sunk up on her like that. It creeped her out, but she couldn't blame them for not caring. "No" she said, rudely. "I don't know what I want but it's not like you give a funk anyway."

[gaspevil]

"I think you and I both know what you want," said Isabelle, drawing her wand. With a lazy flick of her wrist, the girl's wound was healed. She leaned against the wall as she slid her wand back up her sleeve. "You want revenge, to get even on all the people that have wronged you," Isabelle said, dropping her tone to the point where it was just loud enough to be heard. "I can help you with that. Together we can hurt the people that deserve it, anyone that has mocked you, caused you any pain. What do you say?"

[neigh]

Jane couldn't believe what she was hearing. This women couldn't be serious and she certainly couldn't want to help her. "What's in it for you?" she asked, not using her normal rude, mocking tone.

She wished that she hadn't healed her wound. She may have been crying but that wasn't because she didn't like the pain. She loved it. She was, in a way, crazy.

[gaspevil]

"Only the joy of inflicting pain on people who deserve it," said Isabelle, deep burgundy eyes flashing with pleasure at the thought. This girl was different, she could feel it, but in what way she had yet to figure out. Needless to say, Isabelle could always do with another follower, especially one that thirsted as much for revenge as she did. Never again would they be the ones that were outcast, despised by all...

[neigh]

Jane stared at her for several seconds. Then she figured out what was going on. "Your trying to trick me aren't you?" she said. She had figured it out now. She was just doing this to make fun of her or to see how she would react.

[gaspevil]

"Of course not," said Isabelle unblinkingly, yes, the girl was a bit mad, but anyone for her cause would do. "I can sense that you have issues with trust, not a bad quality. But in order for this to work, you will have to put your faith in me. I can give you all the proof you want, but you know you want to get back at anyone that has laughed at you, called you crazy," Isabelle was surprising herself, she usually didn't work this hard to get someone to her side, but then again, the people she went to often accepted without much effort on her part.

[neigh]

This women hadn't called her crazy. It was possible that she was telling the truth and that she wasn't trying to trick her. "OK" she said, "but don't expect it to last vary long." Jane didn't trust her and she probably never would.

[gaspevil]

"Oh, I require nothing but the up most commitment," said Isabelle, refraining from crinkling her nose. She didn't like lukewarm people, normally she would just do away with them. Either they were with her entirely, or they were dead. Quickly, she reached out and grabbed the girl by the arm. "Keep your mind blank, no need to be losing bits of you along the way." Isabelle said, and then disapparated to her headquarters.

[neigh]

Jane didn't understand how she was supposed to keep her mind blank to not lose bits of herself. Their wasn't anything in it that she didn't mind losing or that she didn't want to lose. She knew that she was screwed up.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle did not take in the sharp breath of air once the sensation of apparation was over with like most did. simply because she did not need it. After a second, though, she did take in a deep breath, to smell who was there. There was a group of fifteen upstairs. "Now tell me," Isabelle said as she sank into her favourite armchair, "whom would you like to reek your revenge upon? Say it and they shall be the first,"

[neigh]

Jane paused. What was she going to say? She didn't have any specific people. She had everyone. She hatted everyone. Everybody was her enemy. Would that count as a answer?

Suddenly she found her answer. It wasn't everyone. It was even better. "Everyone" she said, simply, "except people who are different and constantly put down by others."

[gaspevil]

Isabelle's lips curled into a wicked smile, she was quite fiendishly delighted at this girl's response. A quick peek into her mind with simple legilimency told that her name was Jane Peterson. "Well then, Miss Peterson, what curses are you good at?" said Isabelle. It was important to know these things before they decided to go and snag victims to torture and kill. It was almost a game for Isabelle, a sick, twisted game.

[neigh]

"Well..." she said, thinking. Then a sudden thought occurred to her. "When did I tell you my name?" she asked. This women, who she didn't know the name of, even knew her last name. Jane never told anyone her last name unless they specifically asked. She might not tell them even then but that didn't matter because no one ever did.