Three Days Later

[Bram Busby]

As instructed, Bram arrived in Hogsmeade village. It was three days since his last conversation with his Master and Bram was brimming with delight at the ability to finally see his Master face to face. And best of all, there was also the whole punishment thing that he had been anticipating watching or possibly taking part in. Whichever he was allowed to do so long as the deed was done. He hadn't had much contact with Dominique the last few days but he knew the little ho would be attending Hogsmeade during the weekend, probably with her little boyfriend or whatever. Aside from that, He felt it would be better to leave it as a surprise instead of give her the slip which would only buy her time to make up an excuse... or run.

He lingered around the village, scoping out the place for her. The wench sure was taking her sweet time, he was begining to lose his patience. Finally the tramp made her presense. Just walking around aimlessly like the dumb ho she was. He grabbed her by her mangy hair and started to drag her down the outskirts of the village mumbling "Lets go" as he did so. He didn't have the patience to listen to her protests and... had wanted to do this for sometime now.

[Dominique Weasley]

Dominique took her time going from one shop to the next, she didn't want to look like she was dodging her fellow students to meet a boyfriend or anything else suspicious. She browsed the bookstore, cooed over the cats in the pet shop then made her way closer and closer to the edge of town. She stopped briefly to look at the mens scarves on display and her heart began pounding. One of them, a navy blue cashmere caught her eye. The soft fabric invited touching, and she didn't resist. She held it to her cheek, imagining her love wrapped in it...and nothing else. Sighing, she paid for her purchase and stepped into the chilly air, shivering a bit at the sudden drop in temperature from the warmth of the shop.
Smiling, and humming a Christmas tune, she had finally began taking the path leading to her master. Thoughts of his appreciation and admiration at her cunning in turning Korus cheered her, and her steps were light and full of verve. She was singing out loud now, slightly out of tune but full of enthusiasm.
"...the most wonderful time of the yeee----ow dammit!" she shrieked as her head snapped back. Panicked, she reached for her wand when she heard the familiar whiny mumble of the little bastard that Vincent allowed to follow and serve him. She was pissed but was forced to keep step with the little troll, as he had a tight grip on the hair close to the scalp. She reached around and clawed at his hand and neck with her long, freshly manicured nails, the only bare parts of him that she could reach.

[Bram Busby]

"DAMNIT" He shouted viciously, his back arching in a strange way as he felt the nails dig into the back of his neck. Tugging her by her hair roughly he attempted to make it to his Masters place without bashing her head into the curb.. something that was begining to become very tempting as her claws dug into his skin. The initial shock of pain had long worn away and her clawing was more like an annoyance and this point. Bram noticed the house and took a look around before quickly scurrying along the back, shoving her fat ass into the crawlspace he had made for himself as a means to entering Vincents house. He.. didn't appreciate his visits often, and him walking up to his house in broad daylight carrying some mangy beast didn't seem like the type of gossip his master would want to be involved with. A robbery on the other hand.. well.. atleast that didn't implicate his Master in any crimes.

Once he got Dominique through, he slipped inside himself inside. They were currently in the kitchens and Bram wondered if he should lock her in the stove during the mean time, though the possibility of accidentally having the oven on in the process was high and as pleasant as it sounded, Vincent would be pissed.

[Vincent de Monte]

There were several items of business that demanded Vincent's immediate attention, none of which would be tended to if Busby continued to take his sweet time. Thankfully,the small matter concerning the girl would not require more than an hour of Vincent's time. Busby, on the other hand, was left with pretty much all the work and most likely would not sleep for the next several days. Vincent did not sympathize, of course. Busby was a henchman, a goon...his job was to do just about everything and clean up afterward.

Alas, they arrived. "BUSBY, DO YOU PLAN ON MAKING HER LUNCH? BRING HER TO ME!" he called out, from the den. As they stood before him, eager and willing, Vincent took the opportunity to exam the girl and get a feel of what was going on inside her head. According to Busby, she exposed herself to some brat therefor not only put them all in danger, but ruined everything he had been working for the past several years. It was quite an accusation and if proven, he would have no qualms about having her killed. However, it was best to hear both sides of the story. It was only fair.

"My dear, Busby here tells me you have a little friend." he growled threateningly and motioned for her to come closer. "He also tells me that you let slip something that perhaps you shouldn't have?" His eyes were no longer that of a human, making him all the more menacing in his own right. In one swift motion, Vincent managed to grasp a handful of hair and pull the girl down to his lap, wand pointed at her chest. "HAVE YOU BETRAYED YOUR MASTER? TELL ME NOW!

[Dominique Weasley]

Dominque wanted to scream and curse and spit at Busby, but wasn't quite at the best angle for it. The most she could do was flail at him and snap with her teeth, while she cursed him, his mother, and his legitimacy. Thrilled to hear Vincent calling them, she fell into his lap gratefully. Until she heard his accusations. She bristled and glared up at him, pissed off. Her master? Her master? Accusing and threatening? Why? Was he on crack? She had had enough. Dragged around by her hair like the kind of cheap blow up doll Bram was probably used to, then accused of the most insane things by the man she adored, who was going to make her his right hand and who needed her more than anyone, then held at wand point, Dominique was about to snap.
"Have you lost your damned mind?" she spit out and shoved his hand back. She stood up properly, not taking her eyes off that wand.
"You actually listened to him?!? That idiot? Do you not remember TELLING me to bite someone? THAT's who I was talking to. Are you really that stupid as to think I'd run around blabbing our mission to some pimply undersexed kid? Please, tell me it isn't true...or had simply being around that little faded Renfield carbon copy killed your common sense, by association?"
She took off her boot and threw it at Bram as hard as she could, without even turning to look, hoping to leave a huge bruise. Panting, she yanked off her jacket and threw it in the direction of a stuffed chair, and continued her verbal attack, not taking her eyes off of Vincent. She was kind of torn. Sure, the crazy imbalanced insane power freak thing was kind of a turn on-but only when it wasn't directed at HER.
"When you chose me as your confidante, I thought it was because you had good judgment. That you trusted me. That we had a connection. Now I hear that you swallow all this -" and here Dominique said a few very nasty words that her mother would die if she knew her baby had even heard before "--lies and don't even think to question it?"
Exhausted, she just dropped to the floor, ironically at Vincent's feet, and closed her eyes. Not out of heartbreak, but she was so angry she didn't trust herself to look at either of them. Let them think she was crying on the inside or whatever muggle crap they spouted in their novels. She just wanted to get the hell out, so she could kick that cheap bottle blond's arse all the way back to town.