- Messages
- 157
- Wand
- Lignum Vitae 15" Core of Raven's feather and Black Palm/Ebony 15" Essence of Vampire blood
Raisa sat in a chamber, one that was rather unidentifiable but close to her bedroom. Her stomach had swelled for there was a dirty leech inside of it. Raisa had already killed the father and the doctor that had said that she wasn't able to get pregnant, and now...she was. No one lied to her. No one. Now, she was five months pregnant, and according to her own calculations, she was due around the end of November or the beginning of December. She tried and tried to get an abortion, but she was threatened that if she didn't shape up, she would die with the damn thing. "It's pure-blood. We cannot waste that blood because you can't stand kids. Hypocrite, you are, when you are half raising Ivaylo and Asparuh IV." Her brother's words poured into her mind, and she wasn't able to escape it. Raisa stood up, balancing on her heels, her gown flowing against her long, long legs.
Raisa entered the bathroom, and she gazed into the mirror. Her skin was soft and glowed with the magnificence of honey. Her onyx eyes could scare the souls out of grown men. Not a single man should dare mess with this pregnant Death Eater. Her mark was perfect against her skin, as she remembered the old days. Before she was ever pregnant, before she was even thinking about kids. Raisa had never been married, and she never wanted to be married. Never in her life. Her twin, Rayna, had married and bore children. Hell, Rayna was looking for someone to give her a child if they had not already! Raisa hissed to her womb, "Zashto ne obkhodim obratno v ada, kŭdeto mozhete doshli." "Why don't you crawl back to hell where you came from." Raisa didn't want the baby, and she couldn't get out of her predicament. Raisa took a hairbrush, and in an instant and a quick swing, the mirror was smashed to tiny bits of glass, showering around her heels.
"Mistress Raisa, a woman, Rosaline, walks these halls..." an elf informed the Death Eater before it popped out of sight. Now, what was the woman doing back here? Who was she searching for? Raisa's head inclined toward the door, and she stepped out in view. The woman was tall, towering over six feet but not like her other siblings who reached close to seven feet if not more. Raisa approached the woman with red hair, and with a cold, icy voice, she inquired, "Now, what are you doing up here in the corridors where my siblings and I slumber?" There were many rooms, hundreds, and hundreds more secret. Those that should never be opened and those that contained the bodies of those Raisa's ancestors killed so many years ago. Raisa had her hands on her hips, and it was apparent that she was in a bad mood. That was never a good sign for any Zhefarovich. Surely enough Rosaline would know this. Raisa wondered what side was this girl on. Perhaps she would cross over? Raisa couldn't read minds, but she knew that no one would pass her and down these corridors without an explanation. Rayna was no where to be seen, but there was Arnost in his own chambers, doing whatever Arnost normally did. Raisa did not flinch as she heard the echoes of dark organ music flowing through the Manor, nor was she bothered by the moans and screams of ghosts.
Raisa entered the bathroom, and she gazed into the mirror. Her skin was soft and glowed with the magnificence of honey. Her onyx eyes could scare the souls out of grown men. Not a single man should dare mess with this pregnant Death Eater. Her mark was perfect against her skin, as she remembered the old days. Before she was ever pregnant, before she was even thinking about kids. Raisa had never been married, and she never wanted to be married. Never in her life. Her twin, Rayna, had married and bore children. Hell, Rayna was looking for someone to give her a child if they had not already! Raisa hissed to her womb, "Zashto ne obkhodim obratno v ada, kŭdeto mozhete doshli." "Why don't you crawl back to hell where you came from." Raisa didn't want the baby, and she couldn't get out of her predicament. Raisa took a hairbrush, and in an instant and a quick swing, the mirror was smashed to tiny bits of glass, showering around her heels.
"Mistress Raisa, a woman, Rosaline, walks these halls..." an elf informed the Death Eater before it popped out of sight. Now, what was the woman doing back here? Who was she searching for? Raisa's head inclined toward the door, and she stepped out in view. The woman was tall, towering over six feet but not like her other siblings who reached close to seven feet if not more. Raisa approached the woman with red hair, and with a cold, icy voice, she inquired, "Now, what are you doing up here in the corridors where my siblings and I slumber?" There were many rooms, hundreds, and hundreds more secret. Those that should never be opened and those that contained the bodies of those Raisa's ancestors killed so many years ago. Raisa had her hands on her hips, and it was apparent that she was in a bad mood. That was never a good sign for any Zhefarovich. Surely enough Rosaline would know this. Raisa wondered what side was this girl on. Perhaps she would cross over? Raisa couldn't read minds, but she knew that no one would pass her and down these corridors without an explanation. Rayna was no where to be seen, but there was Arnost in his own chambers, doing whatever Arnost normally did. Raisa did not flinch as she heard the echoes of dark organ music flowing through the Manor, nor was she bothered by the moans and screams of ghosts.