w h a t you've d o n e (Isabelle)

[broadway]

Raychel was furious. She was a monster, and all she could think about was food. Her heart longed for human blood, but she knew she was going to have to get used to animals. The moment she stepped into the forest, an exhilarating instinct took over. Before she had much time to think, Raychel was flying.

Her first kill was a simple doe, injured and flighty. Raychel sunk her teeth into the animal's neck and neatly began to drink. Her immediate reaction was to push the body away in disgust, but she urged herself forward. As she drained the last drops of blood from the large animal, she heard someone behind her. Whipping around into a defensive stance, Raychel faced...

[gaspevil]

"You know, when I first caught wind that I failed to kill you; I was furious with myself," said Isabelle, standing confidently, knowing that Raychel's venom would be unable to effect her, since she had been the one to Turn her, and vice versa. "But reflecting on it, you're far too much fun to just kill and be done with." Isabelle concluded, wearing a devilish smirk.

[broadway]

A mix of emotions swirled through Raychel's mind at the sight of Isabelle. She resisted the urge she had to bow and lay herself at her "master's" feet. Instead, she managed a smirk. "I'm not an easy pest to get rid of." She replied with a sarcastic tone. Although Raychel was acting confident, sassy even, she wanted to rip out her foes throat. Solemnly she knew she couldn't.

[gaspevil]

"Obviously," said Isabelle, not minding a bit of mouthiness from Raychel; just as long as it didn't get out of hand, she actually appreciated a bit of attitude. Isabelle kept as far from seeming confrontational as possible; as her plans had long shifted from killing her, she now had a servant that would have no choice to obey her. How could she possibly be a threat now?

[broadway]

Raychel remained a good distance away, half expecting Isabelle to bark out some ridiculous order. Her arms were crossed over her chest, both in a defiant and protective way as she stood their watching her master. Again, the overwhelming urge to kneel at the other vampire's feet came over her and she had to fight it, as it was much more potent than the first time around. "Why are you here. Wasn't Turning me enough, or do you insist on making me your little slave?" She asked, only slightly sarcastic this this. Raychel now noticed the shadows against the trees - which were quite large, considering how late it was - had begun to spiral into strange patterns. Raychel had to suppress the urge to groan in distress and annoyance. Something about her Turning had thrown her control out of whack, and the whole thing was rather aggrivating.

((OOC: Should Raychel participate in a h the s c r e a m s, since she is Isabelle's little servant now? I just think she would be the equivalent of the Death Eater.))

[gaspevil]

Isabelle laughed softly, and then allowed a soft grin to remain on her lips. "Well, perhaps you know my intentions; but I think slave is a bit of cruel term," said Isabelle. "Haven't you ever thought of having the world, being able to do as you pleased, you could have that you know. But only if you join me." Even if Raychel refused, there really wasn't a choice in the matter, but if she came of her own will, Isabelle would reward that immensely.

((OOC: You may join in if you would like, I don't really like RPing with myself...))

[broadway]

Raychel had to suppress the growl rising up in her throat. Her arms unraveled coming down to her sides, fists clenching. It took all of her will-power, along with the fact she couldn't hurt Isabelle, to keep her rooted to her spot. With a strangled sigh of defeat, Raychel crumbled to the ground. Head in her hands, she shook her head, clearing her mind. "Fine." She muttered. "You win. I have no choice." Raychel managed to spit the last few sentences out. She worried about what the others would say, what her parents would have said. But you have no choice... she thought, defeated.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle grinned widely, at least Raychel had come to terms with what she had become, and whom had gotten her there. "Excellent," said Isabelle. She observed the shadows of things rippling, although the night was still, there was no breeze to move the objects whatsoever. "You might want to think about getting your powers under control; those shadows are a dead giveaway." Isabelle said.

[broadway]

Raychel examined the shadows briefly. "They were under control until I Turned." She stated simply. Looking up at Isabelle, she briefly wondered what she was going to do. Surely she had tracked down her spawn for a reason. Raychel eyed the shadows dancing fiercely. As if reading her emotions, the dancing slowed to almost nonexistance. Raychel smiled briefly.

[gaspevil]

"Obviously they aren't any longer, you must have to work on that." said Isabelle, not in the slightest bit offended by Raychel's somewhat nippy attitude. Say what she might, the girl would have no choice but to obey every last one of Isabelle's command. Complete control without the use of an Unforgivable Curse. Isabelle was almost shocked that she had not thought of the idea much, much sooner. But of course, through Raychel, there was an indirect link to her... "I haven't decided what I wish for you to accomplish; but I do assure you that your time to shine will come soon. Very soon indeed." Isabelle said, and then turned to leave her faithful servant.

[broadway]

Raychel almost allowed Isabelle to leave, but she refused to let her go without answering a few questions. "Wait... please." Raychel called, adding a bit of politeness into her tone. It was something she wished wasn't present, but she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. "I... I need to know... why me?" she asked before she had a chance to think much about her decision. "Surely there were others, ones older, more... I don't know... experienced in Dark Magic? Why did you choose to Bite a student, and one who is incredibly reckless might I add." she replied. The last bit about herself was under her breath, but Raychel knew Isabelle would hear it.

[gaspevil]

"Have you learned nothing about me?" Isabelle said lightly, shaking her head slightly. "As I have told you I don't choose anybody for a reason. You, my dear, were selected at random. It makes more chaos; more people fear you if they can't predict your next move." Isabelle looked to the skies; it was close to full moon. Almost there, but not quite. She would be avoiding the forest tomorrow; while they couldn't harm her, werewolves were very annoying.

[broadway]

"Well, what a lucky twist of fate that I was your next victim of chaos." Raychel muttered under her breath. It seemed highly unlikely that she had been Bitten when she just so happened to be a student at the school in which Isabelle hoped to take over. But, Raychel knew it was merely coincidental. She glanced up at the sky as well. Fantastic. Looks like I'll be sticking to the bagged blood in the hospital until the cycle is rid of the infernal full moon. she thought bitterly.

[gaspevil]

"But the question remains; is it lucky for you or myself?" said Isabelle quietly, her eyes coming back down to earth from the heavens she had been gazing upon. Daylight would be upon them in a few hours; and she had business to attend to before the night was over. "You shall be hearing from me shortly," said Isabelle, she then began darting through the forest, she couldn't apparate until she reached Hogsmeade.