d a n g e r (Isabelle/Death Eaters/open)

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Raychel walked along the edges of the buildings, being incredibly silent and graceful, even for a vampire. She moved swiftly, knowing full well the importance of this meeting. She had allowed her eyes to remain the dazzling shade of bottle green. It wasn't that difficult to get to the edge of Hogsmeade, something she had to do quite a lot these days. In truth, she was terrified.

Hugging her dark cloak closer to her chest, she walked along. Isabelle had requested her presence once more, and she had sounded incredibly urgent. Raychel desperately hoped it wasn't about Professor North. If it was, no doubt she would be assigned to murder, to slaughter. Raychel pushed the dismal thought out of her head as she entered a wooded area. In no time, she found the encampment she was looking for.

There stood a group of about twenty Death Eaters. One of them approached her menacingly as she removed the hood of her cloak. "And what's a pretty young thing doing down here?" he asked, placing a rough hand on her cheek. Raychel turned to look at him menacingly, and he back off. Several whispers were exchanged as she glared at the group. "Where is Isabelle?" she asked. A voice sounded from behind her and she turned to look at the sound.

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"Leave her be, Dawlish," Isabelle snapped at the man who had caressed Raychel, although she had reacted well and he didn't seem to be continuing to go after her. He was a bit annoying, actually, the way he felt that he needed to rape any woman that came within fifteen feet of him. "I apologize m'Lady," said Dawlish, bowing low enough to kiss the hem of her robe. She glared at him intensely as he backed away. She then turned her attention to Raychel, and pulled out her wand. "Give me your arm," Isabelle said plainly.

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Raychel had to suppress a groan. She knew where this was headed, and she wasn't liking it. She glanced at the man Isabelle had addressed as Dawlish as he looked her over hungrily. She rolled her eyes at him and stepped forward, pulling her robe back to reveal her arm. She met Isabelle's cold gaze once before bowing her head in respect. She knew the Dark Mark was about to be placed upon her arm, and she almost welcomed it. It would be a change, and she was used to change at the moment.

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Isabelle performed the spell nonverbally and watched as the Dark Mark appeared on Raychel's forearm. The color of the lines were of deepest ebony; there was no counter-spell to this, it would be marked on her forever, no matter what she did about it. The lines would go to a much less vivid state, until Isabelle decided to call her servant. "Tonight, I have a mission assigned for some of you;" Isabelle began. "Dawlish, Reeve, Fairweather, and McFarland, you are to go after Claire Mitchell, she is the minister's assistant. Get as much information as you can out of her, kill her once you're through. McFarland, I need you to make sure Dawlish behaves, we don't need his genetic material all over her as evidence."

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Raychel nodded as she shoved her robes sleeve down. She examined the Death Eaters who stepped forward and cringed as three men stepped up. Dawlish smiled devilishly at her and she bared her teeth menacingly. He back off, but the smug look didn't leave his face. She turned back towards Isabelle and nodded. She wasn't sure where the woman was, but she was sure Isabelle would provide the information needed. She briefly wondered if they were going to infiltrate the ministry, but knew they wouldn't be. That would cause too big of a commotion, what with all the people working, even at this hour.

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Isabelle reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a small strip of parchment. On it she had written Claire Mitchell's address, she had been observing the young woman's schedule for quite some time; she left the office routinely at ten o'clock, by way of aparation, they would be able to silently ambush her the second she returned home. "Here is where you will find her, be sure to use a silencing spell on her house; she has neighbours, no need to draw to much attention to ourselves." said Isabelle, holding out the parchment to whomever would step up to take it first.

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Raychel took it and managed a small smirk at the men's suppressed groans. They were strange, but loyal. "Anything else m'Lady?" she asked, her tone genuine. She wanted to know how she was to kill and torture, who was in charge, what have you. It was vital info, considering whom she was working with. She glanced over at the ragged crew and found Dawlish gazing at her. She growled at him then turned.

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"Fairweather will be leading you group of pathetic fools; he knows what he's doing, don't you Fairweather?" Isabelle said, tone dangerous. The head of this mission stepped forward from the group. "Yes m'Lady," said Fairweather, donning his mask and bowed deeply. "Very well, I don't care how you kill Miss Mitchell, but be sure to deploy the Dark Mark this time. Use the obvious for torture, and for God's sake keep it in your pants Dawlish." Isabelle instructed. "Yes m'Lady," said Dawlish, Isabelle could smell him blushing.

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The scent of Dawlish's blush wafted into Raychel's nose. Her eyes flashed black with hunger before she shook her head and turned her attention back to Isabelle. The danger would no doubt turn the poor man on. The Lord had better hope he keeps it tucked away. I see it, even for a split second, I will come unglued. she thought bitterly. She nodded towards Isabelle once and side-stepped next to Fairweather, who in turn took a step away from her. Raychel couldn't help but give a small smile. The poor man was truly terrified of her raw power. It was almost humorous.

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"Well, don't just stand there!" said Isabelle snapped at the group she had assigned to going after Claire Mitchell. "She should arrive home in approximately six minutes, be inside before she gets home, now go!" She looked around at the three men and Raychel. Fairweather was the first to apparate, shortly by Dawlish and then Reeve. "McFarland, don't hesitate to kill Dawlish if he gets, ah, out of hand." Isabelle said simply.

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"My pleasure." Raychel replied with a grin. With a quick bow, she Apparated. She landed dangerously close to Dawlish, who reached for her. With a swift kick, he was down, clutching his stomach. "Next time, it will be your pretty little skull." she growled, mocking him. Fairweather snickered, then placed the silencing charm on the house. Within a matter of minutes, there was a soft bang, followed by a tall blond woman's shriek as Reeves tackled her to the ground. Raychel stepped forward, wincing. It was indeed Claire, and she recognized her from one of her visits to the Ministry.

((OOC: Are you just going to be playing Claire for the time being?))

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((OOC: Why not?))

Claire struggled against her captor, but it was in vain, he was twice her size, and nearly four times stronger than her weak form. "I should have known that you would come for me," Claire said quietly, ignoring the stinging feeling in her eyes. Claire continued to squirm, but she felt that she could probably kick and punch the Death Eater holding her as hard as she could and he wouldn't flinch.

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Raychel saw Dawlish scrambled to his feet hungrily and she turned to glare at him. He took a fearful step back and she turned back to face the woman, drawing her wand. "Good evening Miss Mitchell. Sorry to intrude." she replied softly, a tinge of pain apparent. She was going to regret doing this, but playing along would only help her. She smiled at Claire gently, warmly. Fairweather eyed her curiously, but said nothing.

[gaspevil]

"No you're not," said Claire, not ceasing to struggle against the man that held her uncomfortably tightly. "You've come to get what you can out of me and kill me, just like you've done with the others." Finally Claire was able to land a forceful blow of the elbow to her captor's diaphragm. He dropped her suddenly, and doubled over, wheezing. Claire whipped out her wand, she knew that she was no match for four Death Eaters, but she was going to go down fighting.

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Dawlish and Fairweather advanced, but Raychel stopped them with a simple motion. Fairweather cleared his throat and spoke for the first time. "I'm in charge here." he growled. Raychel smiled, but did not face him. "Yes. You will have your turn, but you forget who I am." she threatened. The message came across and Fairweather was silent. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I may be slightly merciful, but I am very... Flighty." Raychel replied calmly, lowering her wand.