con fro nta tion (Isabelle)

[broadway]

Raychel watched Isabelle warily. She narrowed her eyes, closing her mind to unwanted commands. "Tell me something. Did you kill my parents?" She asked, her voice shaking. She had to know before the vampire finished her. She just had to. Closure was the best thing for her, seeing how helpless she was at the moment.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle didn't answer straight away. She closed the gap between them, and then knelt by the girl. She lowered her head so her lips were a centimeter away from Raychel's ear. "Yes, yes, I killed them. I teleported inside their flat. I started with your mother first, I tortured her until she was screaming at me to put her out of this misery, begging for death. So I obliged. And then your father, the foolish muggle, he tried to fight me. He was no match for me after I had my wand on him." Isabelle hissed. "You can join them you know, just say the words." She paused and dropped her voice even lower. "Just say kill me,"

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Raychel listened intently to the terrifying tale. Her heart was racing, but she refused to let it show... Outwardly at least. She smiled at Isabelle's final comment. "There are only two syllables that come to mind, and they aren't the ones you're looking for." Raychel replied. She lowered her voice to a growl, whispering in the ear already near her. "Ne-ver." She hissed.

[gaspevil]

"Very well, I just haven't found your breaking point yet," said Isabelle. "You'll snap at sometime, everyone does." She then grabbed Raychel's arm and bent it backward at the elbow. Without her wand she would carry on breaking the girl's bones until she begged for mercy. If she didn't, Isabelle could break them again and again, or go back to using her wand for torture.

[broadway]

Raychel screamed dully in pain, tears streaming down her face almost instantly. She grimaced, but it was soon a smirk. "Break every bone in my body, I will never give up." she replied defiantly. At this point, she almost wanted the vampire to Bite her. It would make everything go away. She would even be willing to serve the new Dark "Lord". Anything to save herself. No, I have to fight. No running away. she thought to herself, not even bothering to block her mind. She didn't have the energy to hide, to keep secrets. She wanted Isabelle to know her thoughts, her intentions. "What was so special about my parents? What did they do to you?" she asked.

[gaspevil]

"Absolutely nothing," Isabelle replied, grabbing four of the fingers on Raychel's hand and twisting them until she heard each one snap under pressure. She moved on to the wrist of that hand. The sickening crunches made her want to scream in delight. "You see, people don't panic as much when you go after only those that have wronged you. Everyone gets scared when you go at random, driven to almost madness. Chaos is like gravity, all you need is a little push." said Isabelle.

[broadway]

Raychel managed to keep calm as Isabelle snapped her hand. She was screaming on the inside, and that was a hard task in itself. "This is true." Raychel replied calmly. The woman had a strange way of thinking, but she was almost loving in her ice-cold gestures. Raychel couldn't help but admire Isabelle for that. Raychel was entirely at the vampire's mercy now. One more flick of her wrist, and Raychel would be entirely hers for control. She made no move however, wanting so what happend.

[gaspevil]

Using her own elbow for leverage, Isabelle dislocated the arm she had completely mangled from its socket and broke the collar bone in one fluid motion. "If the pain ever gets to be too much," said Isabelle in a low tone. "You know how to make it stop," She nonverbally cast crucio on the almost completely debilitated Raychel, the first two times had been mere child's play, this time she cast her curse as strongly as possible. If that didn't make her scream at the top of her lungs, nothing would.

[broadway]

Raychel stifled a whimper as her collarbone snapped painfully and she lost all feeling in her arm. As the curse bore down upon her, the pain was too immense to stifle. Raychel screamed, tears pulsing down her cheeks in severe waves. Her heart was pounding rapidly, to the point the beating was almost visible through her torn and bloody shirt. The curse died down and Raychel's head hung, her eyes avoiding Isabelle's she breathed heavily, each one more rattled than the last.

[gaspevil]

As Raychel's heart rate increased dramatically, the smell of her blood became stronger, and it was slowly beginning to be harder and harder for Isabelle to control herself. But she was not going to take anything from Raychel until she wanted death. "I'm playing anymore, this is the real deal," said Isabelle and cast crucio again.

[broadway]

As the curse bore down upon her once more, Raychel's only usable fist clenched, her scream radiating through the forest. The curse died down and her head hung. Her breath was thin and fast, her voice nonexistant. She was on the brink of giving up, of dying. It was an awful, hopeless feeling, but there was nothing else. She longed for Levi though, her heart called for him. Her love, her whole life now. Raychel looked up tearfully into Isabelle's eyes, the fire gone from the both of them, the twinkle lost.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle came down upon Raychel's other arm, ruthlessly stepping on it to break the bones. Perhaps next she would go for the pelvis. But the spine and neck would remain intact, Isabelle wanted her to feel the pain. Isabelle did decide that she would go for the hips, perhaps dislocate the legs... Yes. With a firm step the bone cracked beneath her foot. Isabelle debated a moment to call a Death Eater, to let him have his way with her, but then decided she wanted the satisfaction of mangling Raychel's spirit all to herself. "Crucio," Isabelle spat, using the same ferocity with the curse.

[broadway]

Raychel breifly saw the images of calling a Death Eater in Isabelle's mind as her body was completely mangled. Her heart pounded. If Isabelle called in a male Death Eater, sure he would take advantage of her immobile self. When that thought disappeared, Raychel had to stop herself from emitting a sigh of relief. As the Crucio curse bore down upon her once more, her screams were more pathetic, more hopeless. Her thoughts again drifted to Levi. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she carefully placed that image into hiding. She would want it safe.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle relished in the screaming, and how Raychel no longer tried to fight the temptation. She closed off her mind, to make herself more unpredictable, that always instilled more panic, and the less logic that remained in the head of the enemy the better. "Well, well, well," said Isabelle, peering down at Raychel. "You've held out longer than I thought. But no matter, the night is still young. It's time to dance with the devil." In a split second Isabelle had her wand upon Raychel again, breaking her ribs one by one with a firm kick.

[broadway]

Raychel screamed in agony with each kick. It felt as if a truck were smashing into her, over and over. When each rib was broken, no doubt poking some of her organs, she panted heavily. She almost wanted a Death Eater to come and use her the way a man would, seeing her helpless like that. It would be much less torturous than the constant pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks, each knew tremor of pain bringing on a new wave.