Being bad...

[Raisa Zhefarovich]

As every Zhefarovich in the family was, they knew their way around the Manor. Dressed elegantly with a white gown, Raisa, the youngest from the five siblings, looked like an angel clearly in disguise as she walked down the hall. Her skin was pale, and in her home here, she revealed as much as she pleased, which was mostly her shoulders and her back, flaunting the mark branded upon her back. She turned to stare at Rayna, and she murmured, "This way..." What were the evil twins planning? A surprise visit, to someone who was healing after Asparuh's attack. Raisa looked up to her older brother, and thought that Arnost very well deserved it.

Her steps in a fluid motion, high and proud, she made her way down, down the hall, her eyes as black as coal stared at the door leading to Arnost's chambers. Raisa brushed her blonde hair over her shoulders, as it was held straight today. With a long, slender hand, she started to open the door.

 

[Rayna Zhefarovich]

Rayna matched her sisters pace down the long darkened hallway. She glanced at her from beneath mascara slicked lashes and smirked. Deliberately she had chosen to wear the same outfit today as her dear twin sister, in order to confuse any other they ran into. Oh Asparuh would know as soon as they walked into the same room with him. A muscle twitched in her temple. She both admired and despised her older brother; for the manor, for the power. Yet it was his position that she desired above all else. His whelp had been honoured and blessed with the title of Head of the Zhefarovich line. She had been-displeased-to say the least upon the news.

Finger to her lips, she approached the bed where their brother lie. Eyes black as onyx raked over his tall, beaten form. Lips slicked red as the rose shifted into a cunning smile. With the hem of her skirt in her hands, raised high above her knees, she barely indented the hard mattress with her knee and bent over until her face was mere centimeters from his. Childish perhaps, yet she did so enjoy getting a rise out of Arnost. Most especially in his weakened form.

 

[Arnost Zhefarovich]

With a body battered and bruised, it had taken Arnost two weeks to actually wake up out of his coma, before slipping right back in for a few more days. Arnost managed to stay awake for a few hours recently, and right now, he rested in slumber. His hands folded over his chest, his eyes lightly closed and the black comforter covered his body. His blonde hair flowed over his shoulders, and he barely looked alive. Right now, Arnost only had pants on, as he assumed that he would be resting in peace. If only he had a seer that could tell him otherwise.

Arnost felt a presence even in his slumber. His eyes opened, and he saw none other than one of his sisters in his face. Arnost immediately sat up, and his gave her an odd look. Wincing slightly, he growled, "Do you two not have any sense?" His muscular body now revealed as the covers slipped off his chest and back. Arnost was a little shocked by this action - a little being an understatement. He only wished that they never knew where his room was. "Which one are you?" Unlike Asparuh, Arnost could barely tell the difference between each of the sisters.

 

[Raisa Zhefarovich]

Raisa gently pushed her hair behind her ear, as she crossed the room. She soon stood by Arnost's bedside, and she glowered down at him. Raisa was on the other side of the bed as Rayna, and Raisa's own red lips curled into a deadly smile. She gazed over his body and she taunted, "Oh how hurtful of you. Can't even tell your own blood apart from the other." Raisa rarely smiled, but she did so on occasions when she wanted to mess with someone's head. And Arnost was their victim. She folded her legs underneath her, and she forced her expression to match Rayna's.

"I guess Asparuh really knocked it into you." Raisa raised her eyebrows slightly, before they lowered and she put her finger to her lips, as if she were in thought. Her hands went to the bed to hold her tall, lean and slender form. Raisa resumed her natural icy complexion, as if giving a subtle hint as to which she was. However, since she could imitate Rayna almost perfectly, could Raisa just be pulling yet another stunt? This thought brought pleasure to the pure-blood's skin.

 

[Rayna Zhefarovich]

Rayna mimicked Raisa on the bed, her long silk spun hair falling forward to brush the covers. "Indeed this does hurt us, dear brother." Cunningly her eyes slid to meet her twins. "Right sister?" Cold black eyes touched upon Arnost's, before moving down his bare torso. Asparuh really had laid into his twin and rightfully so. Her fingers walked across the bed to stop inches from his side. "This makes us cross." Continuing their journey, blood red tipped fingers hovered over a particularly nasty bruise over his ribs, then dug into his side.

 

[Arnost Zhefarovich]

With narrowed eyes, he watched the one in front of them. Arnost could mimic Asparuh, but the issue was the look in the eyes. Arnost was not as powerful or fierce and evil as Asparuh. However it was still difficult for others outside of the family to tell the difference. Arnost shot a look of disgust toward the twins, but he didn't have to hold it for long. He did not notice one of the twins' hands coming toward him, and before he knew, a wave of liquid hot pain erupted from his ribs. Arnost fought from crying out, and instead his expression darkened incredibly, and he pulled out his wand from the pocket of his pants and he pointed it at Rayna, "Witch, I ought to kill you now if you dare lay a finger on me." Arnost's more fearsome side revealed, but was it enough to get these two away?

 

[Raisa Zhefarovich]

Raisa nodded, "Indeed, sister." Raisa planted a lovely but poisonous smirk upon her lips, and she sighed when Rayna did what she could to make Arnost writhe. She was expecting a cry of pain, one most delicious to the ears, but instead, it was more of an angry voice, that snapped her expression back into that of an icy porcelain doll. She retrieved both of her wands from holder attached to her leg under her gown. She aimed them both at Arnost, and she hissed, using her native tongue, same as he, "I suggest it is wiser to lower your wand, brother, for you are two against one, and the both of us use both wands." Raisa was no longer enjoying this, but rather agitated that he dared to threaten her older half. It was absurd.

 

[Rayna Zhefarovich]

Rayna pouted, moving back and sliding her own wands from the holster strapped to her slim thigh. "Oh brother, how sad you truly are." In a fast, lithe movement she was on her feet, barely depressed the mattress as she walked the edge like a tight rope. "Perhaps you should be reminded of whom you are speaking to." Black eyes pinned him with their stare, madness lurking within. "After all, you did help shape us into who we are today."

Laughter spilled from her throat as she began to bounce on the bed, jarring Arnost. Every bounce should cause if not discomfort, then outright pain. Their older brother should now have no problem discerning which twin she was.

 

[Asparuh Zhefarovich III]

"Rayna, I would highly advise you get off that bed this instant..." a dark, eerie voice filled the room as none other than the Patriarch entered. His own wand was raised to the three of them and his bleak, black eyes were filled with annoyance, which clearly said, 'Obey my wishes if you wish to breathe within the next second'. Asparuh ordered, "Put your wands away this instant. Rayna, Raisa, you are to leave Arnost alone." Asparuh wanted nothing more but for Arnost to learn his lesson, but not like this. They interfering was more or less an insult as if to say that what he did was not enough, when surely it was. Asparuh knew that keeping a male like Arnost from his love and his child would be enough to never cross a man like Asparuh. How long he was willing to keep him here, that was undetermined. Long enough to suit his purpose.

 

[Arnost Zhefarovich]

Arnost now knew. The icy one - Raisa. And the downright insane one was Rayna. Arnost was slightly outnumbered but he did not care. He just shot another glare over at Raisa just long enough so that he could hide the extreme discomfort he was feeling. However, that voice that seemed to be assisting Arnost loomed in, and Arnost could not help but feel confused about this situation. Asparuh was irritated, and that was never good. Arnost put his wand away and stared at Asparuh. Arnost wanted nothing more but to get out of here, and go back to Thorine and Vixen. Arnost sank back into his pillows, before the pain he was feeling whisked him into another comatose like state.

 

[Rayna Zhefarovich]

Rayna froze, hitting the mattress with both feet solidly. The Patriarch was not to be crossed and he indeed did not look too happy with them. She straightened her shoulders, regarding him defiantly. "Of course, brother." Deliberately she stepped on Arnost's knee then vaulted to land easily on the floor. Skirt raised almost indecently, she slid the wands into the black garter holster then let the fabric drop. Slowly she lowered to the floor, kneeling before Asparuh. Oh how she despised and loved him, two sides of an abhorrent coin.

She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and glanced back at Raisa. She did not show it yet Rayna was severely displeased with Asparuh's appearance. Things had just become-interesting when he reared his still beautiful head. It was clear they would have no more fun here, perhaps she could persuade her twin to leave the grounds with her.

 

[Raisa Zhefarovich]

Raisa slid off the bed, and put her wands back into their holding slot. She put the white gown back over her leg, and she narrowed her eyes at the Patriarch. Without much expression other than annoyance, she knelt down out of respect. She did so to the Patriarch before him, alas she had to do so now. Her blonde hair fell below her shoulders as she rose back up. "As you wish, Asparuh." Raisa withheld her normally hot-tempered attitude and tongue when it came to someone disrupting her fun. She turned to her sister, and she nodded. It was not hard for Rayna to persuade Raisa to leave the grounds for some more chaos.

"I am sure some lonely mudblood is willing to make a pleasing and satisfactory pawn for the two of us." Raisa cast one last glance over at Asparuh. Raisa started to walk past Asparuh, all time seemed to slow as she continued to gaze into his own bottomless abyss eyes. He was watching her, but she was looking to see if he was lurking in her mind. Feeling no intrusion, she continued her gliding pace, before stopping just beyond the doorway. After all, she would not leave the grounds without her sister by her side.

 

[Rayna Zhefarovich]

Rayna flicked a glance as her sister left the room. She rose to her feet and stepped lightly by her brother. Her hair swished along her back and as she passed him, she did not linger on his eyes as Raisa had done. Instead she winked and blew a kiss before going through the door and linking arms with her twin. "Come sister, let us go find some sport." Her heels clicked on the hallway floor, smirk firmly on her face while inside her mind was whirling. How she wished Asparuh would follow them; she longed to feel the give of his flesh as her knife slid through his ribs and found home in his black heart.