It was only a matter of time before Raisa grew more irritated as each day passed. Though her mothering skills were kicking in with Hela. She was now one month old, and she was a gorgeous pure-blood baby. Raisa put on a fine gown and she made it long sleeves to conceal her Dark Mark. She put her baby in the crib, and kissed her head as the child went to sleep. She smiled softly, and she went out of her corridors. Raisa regarded her twin, as she descended the stairs into the Zhefarovich Foyer. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, her onyx eyes blazing as she walked. She passed this odd mirror and it caught her eye. She stopped in front of it, and she barely had a reflection. Her fingers ran across it, and she murmured, "Odd... Must be a trick mirror." However, that what she looked at was a Death Glass, warning her that she had not much time upon this green earth.
She entered the Patriarch's lair, where she came across her brother, Asparuh. She spoke, "Your son's are sleeping, and Hela is tucked in for the evening. I am heading out." Her brother said nothing to her, but she continued, "By the way, that mirror in the hallway doesn't work. My reflection was not seen." Raisa turned her back on Asparuh and apparated out of the Manor before it could snap in his mind that she was in trouble. By the time he realized it, it was too late. Raisa appeared in an alley, and she combed her hair with her fingers. The night air was relishing, and she was savoring each and every moment. She took a single step, when she was rudely shoved aside, and she landed on her bottom. Her jaw was hardened, and her onyx eyes had the fires of hell in them. She glanced up at the stranger that dared to knock her down, but that was when she remembered, those blue eyes from so long ago...
The night was fresh and similar to the present that Raisa was experiencing now. She was hooded, and much younger. She was roaming about France at the time, and she was surrounded by her comrades, still grieving over the loss of the Dark lord to some half breed, Harry Potter. Raisa had sought out a victim, and this victim would lead to her own downfall many years later. The victim was beautiful, the victim was a mother, but most of all, this victim was an Auror. Raisa stepped out from her group of dark wizards and she smirked at the woman, "Oh, this is just rich. An Auror, out on a full moon light. Don't you know there are more dangerous beings out this late? Werewolves, criminals, Death Eaters?" Raisa savored the false look of bravery upon the woman. She glanced at her friends, and with a curt nod, the screams of Cyrille Chevalier could be heard all around. After an hour of endless torture, Raisa halted it. She stepped forward to see the bloodied and bruised Cyrille. Raisa purred, "It pays to be an Auror and a mother. Your kind destroyed the only man that could have brought us all to salvation. Now, you must pay the price." Raisa yanked the woman to her feet. She gurgled, almost choking on her own blood, "You will pay for your crimes, Death Eater." Raisa shrugged and she said, "Bring it. I laugh at you Aurors pretending to be heroes. Avada Kedavra!" The bright light of emerald green flashed and the woman was dead. She shot the Dark Mark into the sky, and the friends fled. However, before she would flee, she glanced behind her, her hood blowing over with the gust of wind. Onyx eyes met vibrant blue.
Just as they were now. She hissed, "No, I am quite fine, thank you very much." Raisa raised herself up to her feet, and she glared at the man. This was him, an Auror. She just might have to have some fun with him. But that is only if he recognized her. They didn't know each other's names, but it would still be fun regardless.
