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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] i feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun TAGGED: Rabby WORDS: 855 It was such a sweet cabin; the little one Rabastan holed himself up in near the Lestrange Manor. Oddly enough, it hadn’t been until recently that Bellatrix had become aware of its existence, and her obliviousness both upset and amused her. It was such a tiny thing, tucked away neatly in the trees comprising a nearby forest. The trees, this time of year, were thin and bare, forcing the cabin to be tucked in farther behind the trunks as to avoid detection. To Bellatrix, it was almost a sign of cowardice, though she knew Rabastan no doubt saw it as seclusion. Privacy, even, as if anyone got privacy anymore. The Death Eater meeting had just been resolved, and Bellatrix now slowly made her way into the forest, her hips slowly sashaying to her walking pace. She had found her dear brother-in-law’s cabin through curiosity alone . . . which entailed following him back one day from Knockturn Alley. Stalking was such a negative word, so she preferred to think of it as reconnaissance. A haughty little grin stole across her lips as she stopped and looked up through the bare branches of the trees around her. For a moment, her mass of curls obscured her vision before a gentle breeze shifted her hair, clearing her face. The night was so very late that one might call it morning. The sun was a far distance off, still sleeping as it were, but Bellatrix knew it was only a matter of time. No doubt it was nearing three in the morning, and the witch had made sure to gain a head start on her brother. She would beat him to his house, for she had things to discuss with him. Her anger and jealousy had dimmed considerably since leaving her Lord’s presence, though she still felt it burning like coal in the pit of her stomach. Both her husband and her brother-in-law received the honor of killing that traitor, Lucas, and it infuriated her that Rabastan should be assigned when clearly she would have been a more able choice. Bellatrix had no connections or memories with Lucas that could make her fond of him, and though Bella had little doubt that Rabby would do his part, she knew he could not possible do it was swiftly. He could hesitate, falter, and fail. He could very well compromise the task while she would do nothing of the kind. Bellatrix had wanted the honor of doing something for her beloved Dark Lord, anything to gain his favor. He hadn’t assigned her a task in weeks, and it was a melancholy feeling indeed. Casting her gaze forward once more, Bellatrix continued to make her way towards the cabin, her wand comfortably in her hand. It was sort of lonely, this forest. So very bare and desolate. No one came here, and why Rabastan might like it here was beyond her, privacy be damned. The grin still plastered on her face, Bellatrix finally stumbled across the cabin; its intricate design of brick and wood gave off a feel of tasteful wealth. Odd, for taste was something Bellatrix had never known Rabastan for. Putting her hand up slowly, Bella placed her palm flat against the air, perpendicular to the ground. After a few steps, she ran into what felt like an electrified wall. It zapped her violently before she yanked her hand back, nearly scowling at it. She had known better than to expect no resistance, but the violent surge still angered her in an unexplainable way. In a flourish, Bellatrix waved her wand across her body, and without a word, walked right through the barrier. Once she was through, she snickered. ”Really now, Rabby, that was much too easy,” she spoke softly, as if he were here. It was then that she hit another wall that, immediately, dispelled her backwards. In frustration, Bellatrix broke this ward too and then finally stepped onto the quaint little porch. She looked a little thrashed by time she finally unlocked the door and entered the cabin. It was, as was the outside, tasteful with couches made of black, expensive fabric and thin, decorated rugs. Had it not been for the small proximity of the room, Bellatrix could have convinced herself that she’d stepped into his living room in a manor he might have owned. Instead, she knew better and only grinned once more. Curiosity and boredom hit fast and hard, and within a few minutes, she found herself snooping around and picking up random items. Once they’d been examined, she replaced them neatly. After a while, she flopped onto the largest couch, draping her body comfortably and slovenly across it. When she was settled, she turned her attention towards the door and waited. She wanted her dear little brother-in-law to explain certain details about his mission, including why he and his big mouth had gotten it when she clearly would have done a better job. Also, his reaction to seeing her in his ‘house’ would be humorous as well. A cocky, content smile was plastered over her face when finally she heard him approach. Show time. NOTES: COMPLETE :) sorry it's a bit short!

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=0b0b0b][atrb=style, padding: 10px][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [/style][style=overflow: auto; background-color: 1c1c1c; float: right; margin-left: 10px; width: 250px; height: 400px; border-top: 12px solid #9a2e38; border-bottom: 12px solid #9a2e38; line-height: 9px][style=padding: 5px; font-family: Trebuchet MS; text-align: justify; ]It really shouldn’t have come as such as shock to find someone other than his brother at his cabin. And the fact that it did surprise him angered him more than anything. He’d been followed back. That much he had been aware of. When dear, sweet Bellatrix grew bored she had the tendency to stick to someone like an unwanted shadow. It was an annoying trait of hers. He should have called her out on her stalking him before he had even left Knockturn Alley. Perhaps then he could have held onto his sanctuary that much longer. But he hadn’t thought she would actually follow him. He had led her on a small walk through the forest for at least an hour before he had gone back to his small cottage. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought Bellatrix with that amount of patience to silently follow him. The only person he had solely expected to arrive upon his humble little cottage would have been the Dark Lord. He kept nothing in his mind a secret, freely handing over any of his thoughts for his Lord to filter through as he pleased. He had nothing to hide, nothing at all. And he would consider it an honor to have the Dark Lord visit him. But that was a small window of chance. It seemed the Dark Lord was happy at the Malfoy Manor – seeing how the Malfoy’s obviously did NOT enjoy his company. He supposed it was a good thing that his Lord didn’t seek out his cottage. That would probably be the snapping point for sweet Bella. He knew he should have gone straight to his cottage after leaving the Malfoy’s with his mission. He had plenty of planning to do, although he knew that his brother was more likely to disregard anything he had to say on the matter and go about it his way. This was fine with Rabbit. He had no problem conceding to his brother’s plans. But the thought process of why he would have to concede pissed him off. No doubt his brother would think he would show mercy to Lucas – in honor of their past friendship. Perhaps if there had been a chance in hell that the Dark Lord would welcome him back into the fold, then yes, he would have. But after Avery… There was no turning back for him. And no past friendship would save him. They had already discussed that and had agreed. The next they saw each other they would be enemies on two opposite sides of a war. And Rabbit could not deny his Master’s orders. But instead of his cottage, he’d made a detour: ‘home’. He enjoyed watching the Auror’s struggle with the various curses that had been set upon the Lestrange Manor for generations. No doubt it was some of his grandfather’s more recent traps that were giving them trouble. He would have to go within the Manor itself to tease the Aurors. He knew those traps like the back of his hand. And the curses would not affect him. Not with the blood of his noble family coursing through his veins; he would be safe. Deciding that he had watched their floundering enough for today, Rabbit turned on his heels and seemingly melted into the shadows of the forest; his cloak billowing slightly behind in the breeze. The forest was dead this time of year – reminding Rabbit of those long winters where he had had to suffer with his parents while Rodolphus had gone off to school. By the time young Rabastan had entered the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, Rodolphus had already left; leaving a shadow for his little brother to struggle and step out of. There was just no way for him to follow completely in his brother’s steps. He simply did not have the skills necessary. This was fine with Rabbit, because he had skills that Roddy had not. Let Rodolphus play the political game. Let him play the ‘bad guy’. It was all fine with Rabastan. He preferred to befriend others, to worm his way into their lives before slowly draining it just as the Dementors had done to him. It was truly ironic for Rabbit to have been sentences to a lifetime in Azkaban. He truly had been getting what he was owed. He supposed that had been Karma for you. No matter, no matter. That was all in the past, and while his victims had not been so lucky – Rabbit had escaped with his life (and soul) still intact. As he walked through his first barrier he froze, gaze narrowed. Someone had gotten past. He glanced back behind him, ice blue eyes sweeping the area. Now on guard, he proceeded through the second barrier; only to huff in agitation. Honestly, didn’t that woman have anything better to do than bother him? Couldn’t she bother her husband? 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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] i feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun TAGGED: Rabby WORDS: 898 When Rabastan had finally entered the cottage, Bellatrix remained quiet and simply followed his movement with her eyes. It was a wonder that he hadn’t spun on her already, but she also knew him to be at least moderate at controlling his actions and reactions. Most death eaters were, and yet, unfortunately, Bellatrix could not claim such a success. When he didn’t respond at all, however, her lips that had previously been contently grinning twitched and faltered. Eventually, her smile fell until she was pressing her lips together in an effort to keep herself quiet. Some part of her felt disappointment at his lack of a response, but she also found amusement in the fact that he was pretending she simply wasn’t there. With these conflicting emotions battling inside of her, Bellatrix only continued to stare. When she couldn’t take the silence comprised only of the teapot being set on the stove any longer, she threw her head back on the arm rest of the couch and sighed in a dramatically frustrated way. Ironically, she was beginning to think his ignoring her was quite childish, when truly she was the one exuding childishness here. Closing her eyes, Bellatrix forced herself to summon the emotions that had driven her to pay a visit to her brother-in-law this early morning, allowing the jealousy and anger consume her. But that was when Rabastan had finally decided to address her. Turning her head and opening her eyes, she shifted her body so that she could stare at his back while still lying down. She suddenly became aware that her feet hurt from the day’s activities, though she ignored the pain. Instead, she continued to stare until she realized something was off. Rabastan was . . . making his own tea? Immediately, for she simply couldn’t help it, Bellatrix snorted and chuckled obnoxiously. ”When did you become my house-elf, Rabby?” she sneered. Obviously, there wasn’t a house-elf here at all, which was something she had completely missed. However, now that she had pointed it out, it forced a new grin to cover her face. No house-elf? Then Rabastan was roughing it just like the rest she was. Though, of course, she didn’t have her own place like Rabby did, and therefore she had no need to work stoves and prepare her own food. Even if she was running from the Order for now, there were plenty of places that wouldn’t turn away a shiny galleon or two. Amazing, really, what family and money could get you. After a moment of silence, Bella shifted her body back so that she could view the ceiling above her and replied, ”Tea leaves.” To her surprise, Rabastan even got out his own tea cups and saucers. It was a humbling experience, she was sure—though one she would not wish to partake in herself. The Blacks and the Lestranges were among the most noble pureblooded families that the wizarding world had to offer, which meant most their lives, they’d had house-elves to do their menial tasks for them. Unfortunately, because the manor that was meant for Bellatrix and Rodolphus was under heavy watch due to their escape from Azkaban, they had no permanent residence as of yet. She made do, though, living in taverns or staying at the Malfoys’ from time to time with her Cissy—though she knew Lucius hated her there. That was fine, for she never stayed anywhere long. She had no intention of being caught and sent back to Azkaban . . . or worse, having her soul removed with a dementor’s kiss. Even the thought sent a small shiver through her gaunt frame, which she quickly tried to suppress. After another moment of silence hung in the air between them, Bellatrix forced herself up into a seating position and decided it was time to instigate the conversation she’d come to have. ”So, tell me Rabby, how exactly do you plan on killing Lucas?” His name burned on her tongue, for she felt that his proper name was too much acknowledgement in itself. The man deserved a fate similar to Avery’s for his crimes against the Dark Lord. Her voice had been cocky, sarcastic event. It was completely evident that she was jealous, and Bellatrix made no effort to hide the fact. She was utterly convinced she could do a better job with it, even if it meant working with her unmanageable excuse for a husband. Huffing in a frustratingly impatient way, Bellatrix forced herself up to her feet and stared at her brother-in-law’s frame. The anger hadn’t hit full force yet, only petty jealousy that she brushed aside as justified. An unsatisfied, impatient expression crossed the death eater’s face as she waited, not quite sure what to expect as an answer. He could certainly explode on her, angry at the notion that she didn’t believe he could do it. He could play the Dark Lord-card, where he claimed that the Dark Lord trusted him with this mission, and therefore, she should too. Or, he could show the slightest hint of resentment towards the mission, with which Bellatrix would destroy him. In anticipation of his response, Bellatrix skirted the small tea table in front of her and approached Rabastan in the kitchen, placing her elbows on the counter and her chin on her hands. Silently, she cast her gaze up onto his face, clearly mocking him. NOTES: weeee!

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Jan 8, 2013 12:41:04 GMT -5 RABASTAN ETHAN LESTRANGE said:

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=0b0b0b][atrb=style, padding: 10px][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [/style][style=overflow: auto; background-color: 1c1c1c; float: right; margin-left: 10px; width: 250px; height: 400px; border-top: 12px solid #9a2e38; border-bottom: 12px solid #9a2e38; line-height: 9px][style=padding: 5px; font-family: Trebuchet MS; text-align: justify; ]He knew he had to be driving his sister-in-law insane. Bella could never grasp the meaning of the word patience, or how to utilize it in everyday life. It was amazing how she had made it to live so long. Especially during the first war; patience had been the key to getting as powerful as they had. They had slowly and silently expanded their ranks, not unlike a malignant tumor that slowly ate away at its host’s body. And just like that tumor, they had continued to grow in size and power. By the time the fools in the Ministry had even realized something was amiss, there was nothing that could be done for it: For there is no cure for cancer, even in the Magical world. And just like a cancerous entity, just when they had thought themselves safe – thought themselves cured – they came back. Even deadlier than before. Because much like the muggle chemo treatment, you could not use the same treatment on the same area. All you could hope to do was attack the surrounding areas and hope and pray that it had not yet had the chance to spread. But thanks to Fudge’s reluctance to open his eyes, oh how they had spread. Hearing the rustle of fabric from behind, Rabbit could only assume what she was doing. Though judging by the fact that she had yet to get up and join him, he could only guess that she was making herself more comfortable on his couch. He still had yet to turn and face her. And there was the retort he knew he should have been expecting but was hoping she would just take his offer for what it was. Without the sarcastic remark. Honestly, being childish was supposed to be his thing. Not hers. She was totally stealing his thing. He’d have to have a word with his brother about that. It wasn’t bad enough Bella was stealing his time, she was stealing his childishness. A slight sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes and counted to ten slowly in his head… and then for safe measure counted backwards from ten. Had she been this… obnoxious before her imprisonment to Azkaban? Or had Azkaban knocked a few over a few more potion sets in her head? He continued to ignore her until he finally received an answer. If she was hoping to get a rise from him with her attitude, she was sorely mistaken. When it came to being immature, Rabastan was beaten by none. Nodding his head to indicate he heard her, he got up and proceeded to grab some tea leaves, before frowning slightly. “Any flavour in particular you want? Personally I’m in the mood for some Earl Grey. Oh dear, but which type of Earl Grey? I tell you, Bella, they really should just simplify tea.” Sighing lightly as if his predicament were something serious, he went about grabbing some biscuits for the tea. What did he plan indeed. Just then the small kitchen was filled with the piercing whistle sound of the kettle. Turning it off, he placed it on coaster on the tray before grabbing a few different varieties of tea leaves – most of which were Earl Grey – before finally turn to look at his sister-in-law. “I think I shall have some Smoke Earl Grey. Or perhaps some Vanilla Early Grey…. Vanilla.” He said in a matter of fact tone. He arched a brow slightly at her appearance. “Dear Bella, who do you think you’d fool? Trying to look so innocent right now?” Oh, but she did ask him a question, didn’t she? He supposed he’d have to answer it. “As for Mulciber, what makes you think I’d be the one coming up with a plan? You don’t honestly think that my Brother would allow me to come up with a plan for a mission this important, did you? As long as he dies and the Dark Lord is pleased, what does it matter how he comes about his death, so long as he comes about it?” It may have shocked many people to hear Rabastan talking about someone he had once considered a close friend; almost like a brother. But any in the rankings of the Dark Lord knew the devotion the Lestrange’s had to their Master. If told to kill his brother, he would commit the murder; feeling only a twinge of regret as he did so. And so it was with Lucas Mulciber. Rabastan had tried to save his friend, had tried to make him return. But he had denied Rabbit, had denied their Master. Even worse, he had tried to put in Rabbit’s mind the thought of his Lord not being Pure of blood. And then to have told Avery, and to have the fool believe him… No, there was no hope in hell for his former friend. “I suppose you’ve got a few ideas you wouldn’t be willing to part with, am I correct?”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] i feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun TAGGED: Rabby WORDS: 796 Sighing impatiently, Bellatrix ignored what Rabastan said concerning the different kinds of tea. Simplify tea, he had said. It was humorous in its own way, but really, it was very bland for conversation. Huffing again, Bellatrix continued to wait for his answer, thinking at one point that she would get it, only to be disappointed when he opened his mouth and continued to blather on about tea. Her eyebrows rose just slightly as she continued to look at him up from her eyelashes, only to be bashed with his comment on her ‘innocence’. In mock-pouting, Bella stuck out her bottom lip and looked at him in such a way as to inspire pity . . . had Rabastan had not known better. But, of course, he did. Huffing once more, this time in surrender, Bellatrix raised herself from her bent over position and, instead, placed her palms on his counter for a fraction of a second before pushing herself up onto it. A smug little grin spread across her face as she finally heard him start his answer, pulling her knees up to her chest in a wonderfully childish motion. Her eyes fixated on his face, listening to his response intently before grunting half-way through. How boring! Of course it mattered how Lucas came about his death! He was the infamous traitor, and he deserved a death worse than Avery’s had been. Immediately, Bellatrix let her mind wander back to the meeting, her face contorting into a cruel grin. Oh, how delightfully satisfying Avery’s death had been. When he’d first entered the meeting late, Bellatrix had nearly stood in protest, her face twisted into a mask of rage. Oh, but it had been nothing compared to her response to his ridiculous claims! The Dark Lord—a half-blood? At first she’d been struck silent by the sheer cheek of the man, her mouth agape and her eyes large with confusion. Avery . . . had come for death specifically, she’d immediately realized. With great control, she’d shut her mouth and watched as her husband and little Rabby had spoken up, a spark of jealousy at their participation festering. She hadn’t joined in simply because she had felt the tension brewing, and was too busy gaping and watching the Dark Lord’s control reaction. Her patience, though thin, had been rewarded when her Lord had finally responded. Avery’s initial punishment could have been limited to the Cruiatus, but he’d truly wanted death and so had provoked their Lord. It had resulted in . . . Fenrir. A ridiculous giggle spilled out of her lips before she could stop it, imagining his intense suffering. It had been beautiful; a red waterfall of life and death. Though Fenrir was a disgusting beast, he was a true artist. It was Rabastan’s follow up question that caused Bellatrix to pull back into reality. Blinking, she quieted and forced herself to focus on his blurred form. A few seconds later, he snapped back into view. Smirking, Bellatrix stared for a moment before shrugging, clearly not willing to help him accomplish her mission. He hadn’t even the nerve to try to come up with a plan, for he planned on letting Roddy do the work. Pitiful . . . It was then, at the exact moment, Bellatrix’s smirk fell away and her word cracked slightly. A twisted, psychotic grin, full of disgusting, Azkaban-worthy teeth made its appearance before she reached out and snagged the sleeve of his overcoat, drawing him close. Once she was satisfied with his proximity, she reached out with the other hand and ran a pale finger under his chin, forcing him to look at her. ”Are you so satisfied to let others do your work?” she asked briefly before inching forward before dropping off the counter, right in front of him. Unfortunately, she had to look up to meet his gaze, at which time she ran her finger down his chest in a very provocative way. Her body language screaming flirtatiousness, resulting in her leaning heavily upon him while her other hand found his stomach, where she ran her palm roughly over his coat up toward his upper chest. After a moment, she gave a slight chuckle and then spun away from him, stumbling as if half drunk. ”Poor Rabby,” she said mockingly, spreading her arms wide. ”Not a clue how to accomplish anything himself,” her works drawled heavily. ”And yet, somehow, the Dark Lord favors . . . you.” All of a sudden, Bellatrix began to spin slowly, her hairs still out to her sides. Her head flew back, enjoying the motion before she stopped abruptly. ”Rabby!” she whispered urgently. ”Let’s go! I could teach you exactly what you should do,” her voice still contained a hint of provocation. ”With Lucas,” she added, eventually. NOTES: a.. shorter post but definitely stuff to work with x.x

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I’m going to have to sterilize that now, and as you’ve clearly noticed I haven’t a house elf to do it for me.” Of course, all he had to do was wave his wand to clean the counter. Just as all he had to do was wave his wand to make the tea. But it gave him something to do with his hands. A distraction if you will. One that Rabbit took great pleasure in – the side bonus of it was annoying Bella. He stopped what he was doing to stare at her as she seemed to phase out of their current reality and into one of her own choosing; the cruel, twisted grin indicating it was not for the faint of heart. And there was only one cause for that look to be on her features. Clearly, she was remembering the meeting they had just attended. He found his own thoughts drifting to the meeting. Fenrir certainly had a way of captivating an audience that much was for certain. And it was a prime example of why Rabastan would never be inviting the mutt over for dinner. Admittedly however, he was also captivated by the… performance put on for the benefit of those gathered. Lucas was a fool to have continued to try and tell others the nonsense of the Dark Lord being a half blood. And for poor, foolish Avery to go and believe it… It had been the mission of a dead man, and that was exactly what he had received. While he hadn’t enjoyed the show obviously as much as his sister-in-law had, he hadn’t shied away from it either. Though he was secretly happy he didn’t have to eat at that table. How the Malfoy’s planned on getting the stains out were beyond him. The blood had spread thickly over the table; even dripping over the edges at some parts and onto the floor. When the blood had come close enough to Rabbit himself, he had merely made a face and flicked his wand to keep the blood from falling on him. He had not wanted that idiot’s blood touching him. Ice blue eyes narrowed as he continued to look at Bellatrix. Dear Merlin, was she giggling? Of course she was. She had done the same thing when they had tortured the Longbottoms for information on the Dark Lord when he had first vanished those many years ago. He stepped closer to her as she tugged on the sleeve of his overcoat. Lesser men would have had two reactions to the sudden closeness of the woman before her. Most men would have probably dropped down dead from fright on the spot – and silently Rabastan considered them the lucky ones, especially once his brother found out. The rest more than likely pissed themselves in fright. Both the options of weak men. And Rabbit was not weak. He continued to look at his brother’s wife as if she were going into great depths on some Transfiguration paper: boringly. He smiled lightly at her question, his gaze turning downwards as she slid off the counter top to stand in front of him – lessening the space between them even further. He continued to hold eye contact with her, paying her wandering hands no mind. Reaching up, he brushed back a strand of hair to tuck it behind her ear. “My work, Bella? Your assuming Brother plays fairly. The Dark Lord knows we will not fail.” He watched as she had stumbled away from him as if she had been drinking. Had he not known her, he may have thought that exactly the case. Picking up his tea, he took a small sip from it, finally taking his gaze off the older woman to look down at his tea. Mmm, maybe he should have gone with Smoke Earl Grey instead of Vanilla. “If it’s a rile you’re trying to get out of me, I’m afraid you’re wasting your time.” He took another sip of the tea before making a face and vanishing it with a flick of his wand before pouring another cup, this time of Smoke Earl Grey. Ah, that was better. “You wish to go against the Dark Lord’s orders and take down Mulciber yourself? He will be most displeased with you Bella. You’ll throw Roddy even more in his favour.” He set his tea cup down on its saucer before playing it on the tray and walking over to her. “However; regardless of what me and Brother do, we will have difficulty. No doubt Severus will be telling Mulciber what our plans are – and that the Dark Lord has marked him to death by means of us. There’s no doubt that Severus is giving our Master some excuse this time about his tardiness. And if it is another tardiness concerning Mulciber, I doubt he’ll be as merciful the second time around.”

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Mulciber. Mulciber. Not Lucas, never Lucas. Because Lucas was already dead. It was the name they had to kill this time around. “Everyone knows how close those two were with Avery. Obviously, Lucas truly believes the filth he spills from his lips if he was able to convince Avery with such ease. And Severus works with Mulciber every day. Would you like to be useful Bella? Perhaps there is a way for you to worm yourself into this mission. So long as you can hold a decent conversation for a few hours. I’ll have to run it by Roddy first, obviously, just to make sure we’re all on the same page.”[/b]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] i feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun TAGGED: Rabby WORDS: 888 ”’A rile’?” asked Bellatrix, jerking of out of her excited, crouched position to straight up and place a hand on her chest in a sign of mock sincerity. ”You wound me, little Rabby,” she sneered, placing emphasis on the word ‘wound’. Well, you’re no fun, she thought as she watched him rid himself of his tea, retrieving another of a different variety. Personally, Bellatrix hadn’t had preferences in tea since she had been a student at Hogwarts. In those days, she had to act the part of dignified heir for her parents, though her days at school were a little more reckless. Silently, she sulked, eyeing her brother-in-law with a pouting demeanor. He was rarely ever fun to tease anymore, for really, he had gotten so used to her. Rodolphus had too, now that she thought of it. Perhaps it was simply a Lestrange thing, but more than probably, it was a direct result from having had her in the family for so many years. Eventually, Rabastan opened his mouth once more, this time spouting blasphemy. She stood mouth agape for a moment as she comprehended what he spoke to her before she felt her anger and walls rise. Go against the Dark Lord’s orders? Was he mad? Of course not! It was a moment more before Bellatrix realized that he’d completely misunderstood what she’d meant, but she remained quiet as he continued to speak to her. His words seemed . . guarded, almost. As if he were talking to a wild animal rather than his dear sister-in-law. The mention of Severus performing traitorous acts, such as assisting Mulciber via information concerning the Dark Lord’s orders, immediately angered Bellatrix. It wasn’t that she disagreed, it was simply the principle! She had never trusted Severus, and she had become more and more frustrated when everyone else seemed to. The man had too many excuses, too many relations to the Order, and too much time in Hogwarts for it not to corrupt him. It was actually surprising the man hadn’t turned tail and run already; choosing instead to remain in the Dark Lord’s upset presence by continuing to spout lies and excuses over his tardiness and failures. What made matters worse was that the Dark Lord hardly ever punished Severus, not, at least, in front of the other death eaters. Had it been anyone else, the whole room would have been subject to the privilege of seeing that individual tormented directly. It came as a complete and utter annoyance that the Dark Lord treated Severus as a follower of higher caliber. In fact, if was so completely unfair that even seeing him upset her. And then, what Rabastan had actually said sank in. He needed some sort of distraction from her? The promise of inclusion was tempting, but she really did not wish to go against the Dark Lord in any form. Pressing her lips together in a display of unusual self control, Bellatrix waited until Rabby had finished before she sighed slightly. ”Dearest Rabby,” she said smoothly, her lips curving up in a crooked smile. ”The Dark Lord should have given the mission to me,” she hissed the last word fiercely. Then, after composing her face once more, she smiled again and continued. ”But, he gave it to you.” Her words were so choppy, for she was resisting the urge to throw a tantrum over not having been given the mission over Rabastan. ”I will not help you,” she said slowly, staring into his eyes before she placed a palm on his chest again. This time, the action was not provocative in any fashion. Instead, it almost seemed threatening as her nails dung into the fabric there. After a moment, though, she let go and walked around him to near the door. ”What I had meant,” she hissed, ”was that we go and find you a bitty Order boy to practice on.” Pure sadism gleamed in her eyes before another thought came to mind. Swallowing her previous comment, she grew serious while crossing her arms and clumsily falling back against the wall. ”Or, we can find an unwilling wolf to . . recruit,” she said, smirking evilly. Unwilling wolves were almost always certain fun, for they put up a fight but weren’t usually strong enough to fend off a few wizards without the full moon. ”We could use all the dogs we can get,” she said absently, looking down at her nails in a distracted fashion. ”The attack begins soon, you know,” she cackled. Of course he knew—it was one of the greatest privileges of being among the Dark Lord’s favorites. The Lestranges, and a few others, were told ahead of time of the impending attack on Hogsmeade as an act of favor. This time, they would be little more than babysitters, along for the ride. The town would turn into a village of flames and death as the dogs did their work, killing and turning whoever appeared in their way. Secretly, Bellatrix hoped some of the beasts died during the battle too, for they were disgusting things and didn’t deserve to be as important as they were to the Dark Lord. They were a liability, and liabilities were normally disastrous. Outside, the sun had still not risen. ”Come on then, let’s use that pretty little list you retrieved, hm?” NOTES: sorry this took so long!

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[/b] He lightly touched the wand up his sleeve to make sure it was there. And then she had offered her next bit. Finding a wolf to play with as well was just as equally as fun. The pups they had ‘recruited’ recently were too soft. What they needed was another Fenrir, to whip up the others, rile them. Make them see how better off they were here. Not that they were, but for a mutt like Fenrir, just allow them people to kill and they were happy.

“Both seem like excellent ideas. I say we have a little fun first before finding ourselves some more wolves to play with. Merlin knows we need all the help we can get. Soft minded fools.”[/b] He pulled his wand out and gave it a slight flick, summoning the list to him. It had been extremely easy to sneak into the ministry and steal it. Avoiding their security details had also been child’s play. He’d sent up the Dark Mark after he’d taken the list and had enjoyed himself a bit – just to watch the ensuing panic as everyone scrambled for their lives – fearing an attack that wasn’t coming.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] i feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun TAGGED: Rabby WORDS: 827 Bellatrix was immediately pleased when Rabastan accepted her ideas, his face lighting up moments later. In turn, a wicked grin spread across her face as she tipped her chin down, staring back at him through heavy eyelids and lashes. The effect was downright terrifying to those who did not quite know her, and no doubt Rabastan would only see her sheer excitement. A bity Order boy, yesss. Oh how much fun killing him slowly would be! One killed fast for business, but when given the chance, killing slowly was for pleasure. Pushing off the wall, Bellatrix made her way over to her brother-in-law, placing a hand on his wrist as she stopped walking as a sign of familiarity. Once Rabby had retrieved the list, Bellatrix all but nearly snatched it from him, holding it up to one of the many candles lacing the walls so that they could both see it. The gesture was not so much rude as it was Bellatrix. Tilting her head slightly to the side, Bellatrix ran a grizzly fingernail down the list, searching for a name that would be close by, for it was already dawn and they still aspired to kill an Order boy too. Pity, for it might end that they only had time for one. ”They’ll all wake up soon, Rabby. Sadly, we may need to save one of our toys for another night,” whispered Bellatrix quietly, her voice lulling into one of her rare serious moments. Without reinforcements, the witch knew it would be too much work to pry a werewolf from their wakened family, not to mention Merlin knew who else would be around. If they were going on a torture and kill mission, they’d at least find their time better spent killing off an opponent rather than forcing a recruit into the mutt’s grasps. Without a word, Bellatrix turned slightly and gave the list back to Rabastan. Then, when she spoke, her grin was back and her hand had flown to the handle on the door. ”Well, Rabby, I’d much rather see one of the Order children die this morning, yes?” Turning from her brother, Bellatrix yanked open the door, grabbed her cloak, and marched out, not bothering to wait for him. He’d follow, she was sure, else he’d be left behind in his boredom. It had never occurred to her that he may he tired from the night’s events or from simply not getting any sleep. She certainly wasn’t feeling the effects of a night without sleep quite yet, and therefore he must not either. Or perhaps it was simply because she didn’t care – she was bored, and he’d agreed to help her find entertainment. Where, oh where, was the best place to find Order members currently? It stood to reason that some would hang around Hogsmeade, guarding it temporarily because of their previous attack, though no one ever expected the Death Eaters to return so quickly. That was what made their impending strike so beautiful—it was unexpected. Very few aurors in this era of war would be spared to look after Hogsmeade once the Ministry began to assume they were not susceptible to another attack. Absolutely idiotic. Nowhere was safe. Grinning happily, Bellatrix skipped across the flatted area laced with dead leaves until she reached the part of the forest that became wild once more. Tree roots threatened to trip anyone trying to maneuver through them, and so Bellatrix stopped and turned toward her brother-in-law instead. ”There should be a few birds in Hogsmeade, left from our last play date,” spoke Bellatrix matter-of-factly, smirking with anticipation. ”Let’s go to the outskirts,” she hissed, wrapping her cloak about her shoulders and fastening it before she pulled out her wand. Nodding curtly, Bellatrix disappeared with a crack!, her body twisting formlessly as she transported at a vicious speed. Her arrival was remarkably graceful, sounded by another crack! and a mute thud on the dirt below her wedged heels. The outskirts this early in the morning were nearly deserted, which was perfect for their entrance. Bellatrix only wished they had the manpower to mount a full scale attack, but they would get there soon enough. The second date was drawing near. Beside her, Rabastan popped into existence, at whom she smirked and nodded meaningfully toward the cobbled path that led straight into Hogsmeade. ”Ready, Rabbit?” she hissed quietly, twitching her feet forward with impatience. The sun was just only coming over the horizon, which would help blind anyone who saw them. Finally, without waiting for a response, Bellatrix began to creep into the city, drawing her hood up and low over her face to conceal her identity. She’d been dragged to Azkaban once before, and she’d be damned if someone saw her and sounded some sort of alarm. They’d come for one bird, and that was it. Bella certainly wasn’t going to end up trapped and forced back into Azkaban for something as trivial as this. NOTES: no worries. i figured i'd just move us along ^^ sorry this took so long

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