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

[broadway]

Raychel hesitated slightly. Another mission that didn't involve murdering would be nice, but she hoped this person cooperated. Raychel stepped forward and took Isabelle's arm. Without any warning, they Apparated. Raychel blinked a few times, stepping away from Isabelle. Turning back to Isabelle, she rose a curious eyebrow. The setting was unrecognizable to her, and was extremely bleak. Had it not been for her finely tuned vision, Raychel would not have been able to pinpoint any direction, nor identify anything. Although she could see fine, she had no idea what she was looking at.

[gaspevil]

"I am certain many people here would be willing to join, but that is for a later date, I've got my eye on one in particular." said Isabelle, looking out into the sea. Azkaban prison was a few miles in the distant, even her own sharp eyes barely able to spot it. "Just keep behind me, I shall deal with the guards." Isabelle said, and then waived her wand. She stepped onto the storm-torn waters and walked as if it were perfectly solid ground.

[broadway]

Raychel hesitantly stepped forward, clinging to Isabelle's cloak like a scared child... which was true. She was terrified. The sheer size of the large building looming in front of her was terrifying enough. The fact that it was Azkaban, the most notorious prison in the wizarding world, just added to the terror. Raychel was silent until they were halfway there. "Who is this we're going after, if I may ask." she replied softly, barely enough to be heard over the water underneath their feet. Raychel briefly wondered if it could be Draco Malfoy; for she knew he was locked here.

[gaspevil]

"A Death Eater during the days of Voldemort; one that has the affluence and knowledge of the Dark Arts that we need. Draco Malfoy." Isabelle responded, they were now approaching the island, it was triangular in shape and went up many stories, by way of a stone staircase you could get to the top. She stood at the base, and once Raychel joined her, waved her wand, so the water returned to its original state. "Remain here, I shall signal you once the coast is clear," said Isabelle, and then darted up the stairs.

[broadway]

Although Raychel nodded slowly as her master replied, her stomach (were it still functioning) was dropping. As Isabelle disappeared, Raychel wanted to run. Unfortunately, she had no idea how. No doubt Apparation straight from Azkaban was impossible. Otherwise, prisoners would have tried it. Raychel leaned against the wall, hidden by the shadows. Everything was silent, except for the stormy waters throwing themselves against the walls of the triangular prison. She was terrified of meeting Draco Malfoy, knowing full well what he would think of her. If, by chance, he found out she was a muggleborn, he would despise her. But Raychel didn't have much to fear, considering she was a newborn vampire... or, did she?

[gaspevil]

Isabelle made quick work of all fifty of the guards; throwing their blood-drained bodies into the raging waters once they had died. A quick smell told her that there weren't anymore. Thankfully the Ministry had outlawed the use of dementors at the prison; it would have made her job much more difficult. Isabelle ran back down the stairs; eyes glinting a rich shade of burgundy from her feast. "Come now," said Isabelle. "We haven't much time until the next shift of guards comes."

[broadway]

Raychel could smell the blood on Isabelle's tongue, and she had to clench her lips together in order to keep from whining in protest. The blood smelled wonderful. But Raychel knew that now wasn't the time, and she nodded towards her master. Allowing Isabelle to go first, the two flew up the stairs together. Once they reached the floor they needed to be at, they inched forward into the room. There was only a single cell that wasn't emitting any type of noise, and it held the prisoner they were looking for. Raychel stepped forward, meeting Draco Malfoy's gaze.

Had she not known better, she would have said it was Isaac. He looked identical to his father, but there was something wrong about the air around him. It was filled with a strange static, an energy, something... evil. She kept a level gaze on the prisoner in front of her, not daring to look away. His gaunt frame told her he hadn't eaten lately, but his blood was churning from excitement. Her eyes must have flashed a dangerous red, for Draco cringed and pulled his gaze away, up from her to Isabelle. Raychel, a bit frightened by the situation, looked expectantly up at her master as well. She half expected her to make introductions, but she knew that was useless.

[gaspevil]

"I have heard so many things about you," said Isabelle, stepping forward a bit, and using her brute strength to snap one of Draco's ankles free from the shackles. "You could prove to be invaluable." As if sensing her air, Draco nodded his head, in some form of makeshift bow. "I would be honoured to serve you," said he. She kept quiet a minute. "Your blandishment is only insincere; you will find that I do not take well to lying. The cowardice you showed in the days of your servitude to Voldemort must be entirely abolished." Isabelle said coolly.

"And it shall be," said Draco, Isabelle could hear the mixed emotions in his voice. She glared at him, cocking her head to the side lightly. She would not hesitate to kill him, although she had already had her fill, if he was not truthful. Isabelle despised nothing more than being lied to. "Malfoy, you will discover that I require absolute, unwavering, loyalty. Should you fulfill my expectations, you will be rewarded handsomely-" said Isabelle, freeing Draco's other ankle, but leaving her foot upon it. "If not, you will find my nature to be rather... unforgiving."

Isabelle stepped down on Draco's ankle forcefully, taking great pleasure in hearing the bones snap. He yelled aloud in pain. "Now that I am certain that I can trust you, rise," said Isabelle plainly, as if nothing had happened. She watched Draco shakily stand, leaning entirely against the wall, not putting any weight on his injured ankle. Isabelle kept a straight face, although inside she was pleased to see him in pain.

[broadway]

Raychel reguarded Draco for only a moment before stepping up and placing a soft hand on her master's shoulder. "We will get no where with him injured. He's frightened enough." she replied softly, her voice gentle, but stagnant. Raychel slowly produced her wand and repaired his ankle flawlessly. Draco reguarded her with a soft smile, and a gracious bow of his head. She looked up at her master and took a step to the side.

[gaspevil]

"You are far too generous, next time, allow me to make the decisions," said Isabelle, anger in her tone, but her posture and expression remained cool and collected. She quickly surveyed the conditions, she had spent much time studying Azkaban of late; they would have twenty minutes before the next shift arrived, just enough time to get where they would be able to apparate away. "Come, we must make haste, time is scarce." Isabelle said, striding from the cell and taking the lead of her small group, feeling elated by her success.

[broadway]

Raychel remained level-headed and stubborn at Isabelle's half-threat. She wasn't going to let her master's coldness get to her head. Allowing her master and Draco to take the lead, she brought up the rear. The descent down the enormously large flight of stairs took a bit longer with their human companion. Soon, they had reached the stormy waters. Isabelle and Draco were already walking hurridly across, and it took little effort on her part in order to get next to Isabelle.

[gaspevil]

"It is of the utmost importance that you do not return to your manor, Malfoy; it will be the first place that they will look for you." said Isabelle. "I shall discuss details later." She placed a hand on both Raychel's and Draco's shoulders once they had reached the rock out in the middle of the storming waters, and then apparated. They reappeared in her hideaway.

[broadway]

Raychel staggered back, away from her master and Draco. She wasn't used to Apparation with others, and she preferred to do it by herself. Of course, the last time she had done it had been one of the worst days of her life. That had been the day Isabelle had come into her life. And she couldn't have been more angry at her for choosing to come to her at that point in her life. It was as if the elder vampire could sense when someone was in turmoil. It was one of her more aggravating character traits. "Do you need me for anything else?" she asked, her tone a bit fierce and angry. It wasn't her intention, but it scared Draco to no end. He cringed away from her and she whipped around to glare at him.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle just snapped when Raychel talked to her in such a manner, she had had enough of her attitude. She strode over to her servant and smacked her. Because of what they were, it wouldn't hurt, but it was nonetheless a degrading gesture. "You may leave," Isabelle said coldly.