WHO: Narcissa & Lucius Malfoy; [OPEN to Draco!] WHERE: streets of Los Angeles WHEN: Saturday, October 29; just before sunrise WHAT: Sometimes the welcome committee leaves a little something to be desired. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
With Lucius headed downstairs to the Floo, Narcissa turned her attention to the stack of mail awaiting her attention, her post owl perched on her hand as she fed it a biscuit. Would there be any new information, any leads, as to where Draco was? The stretch of time since they had heard from him last had grown from unremarked upon days into worrisome weeks that left Narcissa far less composed on the inside than her normal demeanor would ever show, worry morphing into fear for her child.
Where was he?
As she moved around her writing desk, the world around her changed. Her sitting room vanished, and with it the last rays of evening sun, replaced by an objectionable stretch of street in the dark. It was objectionable, not only because it was a change she had not initiated with Apparition – impossible inside the Manor anyhow – but because it was all foreign. By the looks of it, especially a brightly-glowing sign with a starred and striped flag, it wasn't England and it wasn't a wizarding area.
Wand drawn quickly, she moved forward, looking left, then right, soothing the owl still with her as she looked around. "Lucius?"
"No one can hear you," a voice behind her said, faintly British, as though the speaker had lived for some time among non-British speakers. "Not even if you scream."
The owl perched on Narcissa's hand launched itself into the air as she spun, wand held defensively, to face whomever it was. The face before her was unlike any she had seen before, wrinkled and slightly disfigured, with prominent fangs visible due to the feral grin.
"If you are seeking a scream, you will be waiting a very long time indeed," she informed the creature – vampire? If so, it was unlike any she had ever seen, for the face was far too inhuman – as she stepped back from him. If he took one step toward her, she would make him very sorry indeed.
"Going to wave that twig at me, love?" he said, grin growing as he advanced. "Won't work, but you can pretend. I like a bit of fight in my meals."