Hollywood Whore

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Lord V. !

The news was unsettling. The girl had been right, the male Murder twin was the werewolf. He was furious with Severus, of course, he had said not to injure either child. But he had, just to save the lives of some filthy Mudblood. He was disgusted. Just because the greasy git was half-blood didn't mean he had any special rights. He should be glad he hadn't been killed from the start. He should count his silly little blessings that he was still breathing.

He was pacing again. It had become a habit of his, one he practiced when excruciatingly antsy. The room was dark, the fireplace unlit in the gloom. He wanted it dark, for he was in a hateful mood. Not only had Severus upset him, but he had heard nothing of the Murder's activities. The smell of an old fire hinted that the room had been bright and toasty just minutes before. But he wasn't in the mood to make his Death Eaters happy. They hadn't done anything to make him cheerful. Why should they be satisfied, when he was left making the decisions they were either too stupid or irrational to make themselves.

He whipped the sleeve of his cloak back, releaving the pale mark on his arm. The bone white of his wand (and his wand) pressed to his pale skin, creating a furrow. The skin sunk in as the Dark Mark blackened, and he reveled in the pain. He smirked, watching the fireplace. Any minute now, green flames would burst up, and one would appear. The listened for steps above him, telling him Draco was approaching. It would be in the boys best intentions to arrive early, unless he wished to be singled out again. The boy had seemed fearful at the very touch he had expierenced, and Voldemort would be more than happy to stress the child out.

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[Miss Murder]

Draco

Draco cringed, the quill in his hand thrown to the floor of his bedroom. His Dark Mark prickled intensely, stinging with pain.
He pushed up his sleeve and exposed the skull and serpent. His grey eyes flashed with anxiety as he began to tremble, quivering from fear. It pained in his stomach and for a few seconds, he couldn’t find it possible to breathe.
Having Lord Voldemort right downstairs was terrifying… he knew where you were, he was always listening, watching, waiting.… always.
Draco stood from his chair and walked across the room to his bedroom door. He took the handle, but didn’t turn it. Facing the Dark Lord was not in his best interest, it never was. He didn’t want to be a Death Eater anymore, but he was marked for life, just because he was foolish when he was younger. And now, he had to pay the price.
The Drawing room’s oak door cracked slightly as he peeked inside. He never entered by walking straight in; he was too afraid of a possibility of a trap. Draco pushed the door opened wider and stepped inside, striding silently and submissively to the long table in the center of the room.
He watched with anticipation as Voldemort paced about the purple room. He seemed troubled somehow… someone was in serious trouble.

Snape

Snape arrived at the Malfoy Manor, Apparating as suddenly as he had left in the Forbidden Forest. Xanthe clung to his arm, stunned or sick. Disapparation for the first time was always the hardest on your senses, especially your stomach. The sudden feeling of sinking can overwhelm a person easily, and she didn’t even know it was coming.
He didn’t even bother trying to pry the girl off of him; she’d probably stand there, immobilized, but they had to get inside the Manor quickly as possible. Displeasing the Dark Lord was not a good idea. He knew he’d keep Xanthe alive, but sparing his life wasn’t guaranteed. Surely the Dark Lord would be angry at him for not reporting anything about the Murders for so long, but he was so busy with headmaster responsibilities that there was no time. He’d just have to face him.
Snape entered the Drawing room a few minutes later. It was dark. If it wasn’t for the dim moonlight shining through the window, the room would be shadowed in complete darkness. He could make out the outline of Draco Malfoy at the table. Voldemort, however, was changing places often, walking around in a rhythmic pattern.
He pulled Xanthe inside and separated her from his arm. The Dark Lord must know why they’re here. He would know if one of his Death Eaters had died, and by who. He was an intelligent wizard; nothing ever got past him. Ever.

Xanthe

Xanthe felt ill when she and Professor Snape stopped outside a mansion. Bewildered, she never let go of him. Why was he bringing her here? What was this strange place? It had such a dark, eerie vibe, the way the moon’s bright light played off the tops of trees and how creepy Snape looked. His dark eyes were not visible under the obscure shade cast upon him.
She said nothing as they began to move toward the gates. Fear clawed at her insides and her throat became dry, her breathing delayed. Xanthe just wrapped her arm more tightly around Snape‘s, searching some kind of oasis where this place would just disappear. Of course, it never came, not even when she closed her eyes. Knowing she wasn’t alone was enough, and being with Snape was the only thing keeping her from running away.
After a long walk in the corridors, they stopped at two massive oak doors (when she finally opened her eyes again), and went inside.
It took no time for her sight to adjust to the darkness. Near the marble, unlit fireplace, someone was treading back and forth over and over again. The figure was hooded, so she couldn’t see their face. A young man was seated in a nearby table, looking extremely distraught and nervous… what was going on here? Why was she brought here?
Xanthe tried to fight back when Snape yanked her grip from him; she was unsuccessful. She needed someone familiar to hold on to, but didn’t take his arm again. The girl just stood there, motionless in the gloomy blackness, waiting for something to happen.

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Lord V. !

Ah, here came the boy. He was distraught, that much was obvious, but it wasn't like Voldemort cared. He would be spared of humiliation and fear for now. He would be rewarded for responding so quickly. It wouldn't be like this every time, though, and the boy knew it. He well ought to, Lucius should have taught him the ways of a Death Eater by now. He himself didn't have the patience for such a task. The boy was a lost cause, doomed to fear his time as a follower for the rest of his living life. There was no way the boy could be allowed out, though. He knew the secrets of the Death Eaters, and if he went to the Ministry...Well, he'd just have one more problem to take care of.

The oak doors opened again, allowing Severus entry. A girl clung to his arm, like she was going to pass out. He didn't care. He was furious, not only because of lack of information, but now Severus had brought an outsider to the meetings. She could be a spy, sent by the 'good' wizards. Surely she was terrified, but it didn't matter. She would die tonight because of a mistake cast by the man she so desperately clung to. But he wanted her name, first. "Severus! Why have you brought useless spawn to me!" His pale face was contorted with anger, and he was in his face in less than a second. He pushed the girl backwards, forcefully, caring less if she fell. She was of no importance to him, but Severus had brought her to him.

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe

Xanthe felt herself pushed by the strange man. She knew he was male by the way he talked, despite his high-pitched voice. She stumbled backwards on impact, but stopped her fall with her hands as she twisted sideways onto the wooden floor.
Useless spawn? she thought, glaring up menacingly at the silhouette of her attacker. Xanthe tried to meet his eyes, but the hood had them shadowed from her sight. How dare he call her such a nasty name; he had no right to talk to her like that.
She wanted to speak, but nothing managed to force its way off her tongue. She got to her feet and took out her wand. It acted as a security blanket as it lay tightly secured in her left hand.
Normally, she would retort back to someone who had insulted her, but this man was different. He felt like someone she shouldn’t mess with, so she did nothing but stand her ground, a fearful expression lain across her pallid face.
Why would Snape ever bring her to a place like this? Wasn’t he supposed to protect his students from harm, not drag them into danger?

Snape

He jerked back suddenly as the Dark Lord scolded him, and watched Xanthe hit the floor. If Voldemort knew who that was, he wouldn’t be pushing her around like that. It was curious to Snape that the Dark Lord would show interest in the twins if he didn’t even know who they were, or what they looked like. That seemed like a mindless thing to do, which wasn’t something the Dark Lord made a habit of.
“That spawn is Xanthe Murder, my Lord,” Severus said calmly, veiling the hint of smugness in his voice.
It was a cruel thing to do to the girl, bringing her to him, but he really didn’t care. If Voldemort wanted them, he could have them, and Xanthe’s murderous ways would probably please him anyway. The Dark Lord should be introduced to his… targets.
He glanced over at Draco Malfoy, remembering how he killed Albus Dumbledore for the stupid brat. He had no guts, but obviously this girl did, and maybe that’s why the Dark Lord wanted her and Xavier for himself; they had the makings of a true Death Eater. Not just in their genes, but within themselves.

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Lord V. !

He whipped away from Severus, turning to focus on the girl. She was standing with her wand (and her wand) out. If she really thought she could face himself down, the girl must be retarded. He gripped his own (and his wand, and also his wand) tighter in his hand. The girl was pale, depsite her efforts to look strong. She was demeaning to herself. It would be easier all together for her to give up and go along with his intentions (and his plans). It wouldn't do anyone (and anyone) any good for her to act tough, all it would do would be to waste time.

"Do you know who I am, girl?" His voice was a hiss, spoken in a language she only would be able to understand. If she was truely who he thought she was, she would have no trouble understanding what he said. "Where is your brother, Miss Murder?" It was a simple question, one even a daff person would be able to answer. Whether she told or not, the boy would be found. And brought to him.

The night was long (and so was the night), stretching before them. The easiest option was the one he had planned already, to get both the boy and the girl in his grasp, and under his control. If it didn't go as he wished, someone would have hell to pay, and a new plan would need to be established. But he had no worries; everything would go how he had planned. The boy would travel to the Manor during his next shifting, and would remain there for quite a while. His sister would remain, as well, while he tested their abilities. Then, they would return to the home of Severus, for the summer.

"Answer me, child, or he dies." He wasn't talking about the young boy, but the pale white tip of his wand (and his wand) was pointed to the neck of the man that had brought her there. She would surely be devastated if her Headmaster was killed. Of course, he wasn't going to kill him, not when he was so low on his followers. But she didn't know that, nor did she need to. Though the man certainly deserved whatever was thrown at himm whether it be death or some serious injury.

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Xanthe

The man spoke in Parseltongue to her, an ability she didn’t believe to be a common one. Never before had she met someone capable of speaking the language other than Xavier. They never talked to each other in Parseltounge, either. The language was only available to her when it was meant for her to hear.
“I don’t,” Xanthe answered shortly, growing suspicious of the meaning for his actions. He couldn’t be anyone too important, or he wouldn’t have to hide his face like a coward. If he was truly powerful, he would expose his face to the world, not hide inside the shadows.
She didn’t dare tell him where Xavier was, or ask him how he knew he existed. What if he was plotting something terrible? She didn’t want her brother brought into this crap; he was in enough already, dealing with his own problems.
The man’s wand was turned to Professor Snape, suddenly.
"Answer me, child, or he dies.”
A nasty, tingling feeling churned in Xanthe’s insides. Her expression was sullen as she looked over at Snape, and then back to the stranger. “He is at school,” she hissed lowly, her eyes trailing off toward a nearby window. She couldn’t look at him anymore, not when he threatened to kill someone she felt strongly attached to.
”What business do you have with my brother?”
As soon as the words passed her lips, she wanted to take them back. It sounded aggressive, and she really didn’t want to piss this guy off.

Snape

Severus tipped his head slightly to the side when the Dark Lord began to speak in Parseltongue. Astonishingly, Murder began doing the same. He didn’t know she was a Parselmouth, and if he had, he would’ve suspected her of being a threat sooner than he had. It wasn’t in her blood to have that magical ability. Something was going on, and he was going to find out what it was. Eventually. All he needed to do was nose around until he got a theory.
Voldemort aimed his wand at his throat, and Snape immediately went cold, his body stiffening. What was he saying to Xanthe? Was he going to kill him? He didn’t want to die… at least, not in the hands of the Dark Lord. That was too weak. If he was going to die, he would want to die with a reason other than not obeying an order.
Though, Voldemort wouldn’t kill him if he had the chance. He was a resourceful Death Eater, and has been since his teen years. He spent all that time at Hogwarts spying on Albus Dumbledore. The old man took him back with open arms… he seriously believed Snape was on his side, and that wasn’t true.
He was torn to pieces. During that time, he didn’t know what he was. He had went to Dumbledore seeking a place of comfort; he didn’t want to commit violent acts anymore. Still, Severus remained a Death Eater, and somehow was able to obtain a spot in the Order of the Phoenix, reporting back and forth between both affiliations. To this day he is still undecided on where his loyalties lie, and yet, he still somehow manages to live with himself.

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Lord V. !

His chuckle came out (and left) as a hiss. The girl thought, actually believed she could protect Severus if he wanted to kill him. It was amusing, to see the four-foot-something girl's actions. She had sold out her own flesh and blood for a teacher. But he wouldn't die, not tonight anyways. He swept away from Severus, whipping past him with a lashing sound. He was in front of the girl in seconds, looking down at her. She couldn't protect herself tonight if he wished for them to die. Lucky for her, though, he had other intentions. They would be slaves to him (not sex slaves, guys xD), servents to do his biddings. "You ashame me, child. Ready to sell out your brother for this." He gestured back at the pale man, standing in the same place he had left him. Still frightened to his slimey little bones, he could assume.

"How he fits into my plans is of no concern to you, girl, but you will be pledging yourself to me. I promise you that." He turned back to Snape, speaking once more. "You will stay here and make sure she does, as well." His voice was quiet and menacing, daring the male to deny his requests again. "Draco! Go to the castle and fetch me the boy. Give him the Slytherin password, Severus. He will look like this one," his hand swept towards Xanthe, red eyes glowing.

"And as for who I am, spawn," he didn't finish his sentence, but allowed the hood covering his paler than milk head (and his head) fall to his back. Red eyes menacing, nose holes (and holes) flaring.

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[Miss Murder]

Draco

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“Draco!”
Draco was snatched out of his daze when he heard his name, whipping around to face him. He had been listening all this time, but not really paying attention to the scene. Voldemort stood in front of a girl he had never seen before. She was young, looking only old enough to be a first year; Xanthe Murder. He saw Snape not too far away and his expression became even gloomier.
Snape was probably going to do the same thing to Xanthe as he had done to him. Follow him around, pressuring him to make his move on Dumbledore….
This girl was making a big mistake by being here. She’ll regret it later in life for sure. However if she was Voldemort’s newest puppet, he was highly grateful of her stupidity, even if it was at her expense. Voldemort would leave him alone and focus on her instead, and, hopefully, forget all about him. He wanted so badly to get away, to be free from the responsibilities and obligations of being a Death Eater.
"Go to the castle and fetch me the boy. Give him the Slytherin password, Severus. He will look like this one," Voldemort said, gesturing toward the girl.
Hesitantly, he rose from his chair, gray eyes down at his shoes. Snape uttered the password to him, but the sound never really registered. He was only too happy to get out of the Manor.
He put his hand on the handle hurriedly and left the Drawing room in attempt to hide the overwhelming look of relief on his face.

Xanthe

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She nearly fell backwards when the man pulled down his hood; it was the most frightening thing Xanthe had ever seen in her life. The first thing she noticed about him was his glaring, deep ruby eyes, pupils like a cat. He had slits for a nose, much like a snake, and his skin was whiter than any snow she had ever seen… this wasn’t a man. He was more of a creature than anything else.
“Lord Voldemort?” Xanthe gasped, stricken with awe. She never once expected Voldemort to look like this, even though the description in the tales about him had described him this way. He was so different than what she had imagined before: A handsome man with dark hair and brownish-red eyes, a kind face, one people would trust. Xanthe just thought everyone was exaggerating on his features, but they weren’t. It was all true.
She wanted to cower to Voldemort, but couldn’t find the nerve to move. His comment about Xavier and Snape had lit a paralyzing flame of anger inside of her. She wasn’t shallow; she just knew if Voldemort had spared her life this long, he would keep her brother alive too.
“Professor Snape is a great man!” Xanthe snapped aloud, baring her teeth at him like a dog. “Was his allegiance to you against his will, as well?”
Her attention was redirected as the young man at the stood and walked over to them submissively. He was highly attractive and looked so formal… what was he doing here in a place like this? Why was he working for Voldemort?
Draco, she said to herself silently, so she’d remember his name. Draco was the one going to fetch her brother, and there was nothing she could do to stop him from leaving, so she didn’t try. Xanthe didn’t want Xavier to be brought to this place…. Why was this happening to them?
Strangely, she was glad Snape was staying behind and Voldemort had chosen Draco instead for a task. If she was all alone with strangers in an unfamiliar home… well, that would just be the worst.

Snape

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He saw Xanthe’s fear and surprise as the Dark Lord exposed his face to her, and then verbally defended him. Silently, Snape began to feel sort of low. He had brought her to Voldemort, and she had completely trusted him… she knew so little of his true colours.
All this time he had falsely led her on to think he was veracious and noble, but it wasn’t true. Leading on a double life for so long has made him very deceiving. Soon, she’d know that for herself.
Voldemort’s face became visible, his scarlet eyes bright. He demanded that Snape would stay here to make sure Xanthe didn’t escape, and that he give Draco the Slytherin House password.
He grimaced when he watched as Draco walked by, holding his gaze fearfully away from the three others in the room.
“Billywig,” he muttered lowly as the boy passed him. Severus then made a personal note to himself to change the password as soon as he arrived back at Hogwarts. He disliked having an outsider know the password to his House’s common room, or any of them, for that matter.
Draco left and Snape remained still and listless where he had been this entire time, waiting for the other Death Eaters to arrive. They should’ve been here right now. His left arm still tingled from when Voldemort had called upon them… where were they?

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Lord V. !

So the girl had a backbone. Better than most of his current Death Eaters. She would be a nice edition to his collection, all he had to do was get the Dark Mark on her arm, and she would be his. "He is a wimp, girl. You don't know him like you think you do. He is a disgrace, he is unwanted, a humiliation to those who no him. He is a traitor. You may think his loyalties lie with your precious little school, but they don't. If there had not been others around that night your brother transformed, he would have done nothing to save the blonde. The two of you have been protected under my orders. Severus was ordered not to injure you or your brother, as were the rest of my Death Eaters. He will be punished for his traitor ways." His face was close to her's, as he tended to do when speaking. He pulled back with a snarl, his red eyes never leaving her face.

It would be easier to get the mark on her arm before her brute of a brother arrived, and he straightened, flicking his cloak back into place. "Severus. Hold her arm out. You know which one." His voice was low, barely above a hiss. But he had no doubts the man would hear him, and he tapped his wand against his thigh. This wouldn't take more than a few seconds, though the scar would hurt until she was dead. She would grow used to it, just as the others did. Always.

rawrg. that post was horrible. and if any of you steal my word, i will hunt you down xD

[Miss Murder]

Snape

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He snapped back to life when the Dark Lord called his name, addressing him. Snape had been drifting off in thought when he and Xanthe were speaking back and forth in Parseltounge. He had no idea what they kept saying to each other, but based off their tone it sounded like a heated argument, so he truly didn’t pay attention. He knew Voldemort daren’t curse her, unless he wanted the girl to run away.
Severus did as he was told and stepped toward Murder, snatching her left arm, one hand locked around her wrist, and his right arm wrapped around her waist, over her arm. The process of getting the Dark Mark would be extremely painful; she‘d surely try to jerk away, and he wouldn‘t allow it. This had to take place. Tonight, of the Dark Lord wished it so. There was no to avoid it.
For a second, he felt bad for what he was doing. He had brought her here, not knowing that Voldemort would give her the Dark Mark this soon. It was quite a shock to him, actually, that he would chose these two to be his next followers. The Murders would be the youngest Death Eaters the Dark Lord had ever had, and that was saying something.

Xanthe

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Xanthe’s nostrils flared with anger, her eyes glittering with compassion. “If he is so bloody unwanted why do you need him? Where are all your other Death Eaters, Voldemort? Are you growing unpopular these days?
Her lip upper lip twitched. And anyway, I couldn’t care less what happened to that filthy little Mudblood that night. Frankly, I kind of wished Brother killed her, so she wouldn’t be such a nuisance to him every full moon.
Voldemort spoke in English again, catching her off guard. He spoke to Snape, telling him to hold her arm out. It confused her, because she knew nothing of the Dark Mark that Voldemort was about to give.
She shifted uncomfortably as Snape took her wrist with his left and, and put his right arm around her. Xanthe’s face turned pink; it felt really awkward being that close to the headmaster. Her heart pumped fast from fear, realizing she couldn’t get away.
What is he going to do to me? she thought frantically, feeling the blood pumping in her ears. There was nothing she could do to escape , no matter how what she did, so she didn’t try. The Dark Lord was much stronger than her, she knew, so her efforts would be useless.

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Lord V. !

Maybe she wouldn't be as valuable as he had first assumed. She gave up without a fight at his instructions, simply blushing as Severus held her still. She was a lovesick child, that was all. He couldn't comprehend, he had long since dismissed such emotions, making room for the ambition that would soon come true. The wizarding world would be his soon, and then he could wipe all those Mudbloods and Muggles from the face of the earth. It would be his to rule. He would leave the Ministry, and let those who fought against him continue to fight. Without them, what was the point of having absolute power? Where would the fun come from, without someone trying to stand against him?

Severus held the girl ready, and he stepped closer. The paleness of his face pressed closer to them. He expected Severus to flinch in the least, the girl, maybe, as well. It didn't matter. They should flinch. He could kill them at any time and not feel a bit or remorse. He pressed the tip of his wand (and his wand) to her skin, watching the goosebumps on her ar pop up. Smirking, he traced the outline of the Dark Mark onto her arm. He was sure the arm would burn, but it wasn't like he cared. All he needed was for the girl to be within his district, then he could care less. His Death Eaters would train her in the Dark Arts, and she would learn to defend herself, to kill without mercy, and to reject the feelings she was showing now.

See? This is what happens when I'm rushed. My posts suck D:

[Miss Murder]

Xanthe

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Xanthe flinched as Voldemort put his wand to her left forearm, a dirty smile on his pale white face. She jerked backwards and yelped from the unexpected pain, tensing.
The sensation was like nothing she‘d ever experienced before. Sharp stings ran up her arm and throughout her whole body, ending at the tip of her spine like an electric shock. It felt as if her arm were on fire, and needles were sticking into her skin, throbbing. Voldemort was making something, some sort of mark….
The pattern formed a skull with a serpent slithering through its open jaws. Xanthe had seen this before; Gavin Jacobs conjured it, midair in the Room of Requirement. Now she understood what that symbol was; it was the signification of the Death Eaters, the followers of Lord Voldemort. She was one of them now.
Xanthe turned her face away from her arm; she didn’t want to see this any more. She grit her teeth together, baring the discomfort.
Xanthe wanted to know what was happening to Xavier. He was all that mattered right now. Xavier, too, was going to become a Death Eater. There was no doubt about that.
At least they wouldn’t have to face it alone.

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His grasp tightened when the girl lurched back; the Dark Lord had begun creating the Dark Mark on Xanthe‘s forearm. Snape recalled the uncomfortable burning he had felt when he got his own. It would itch and sting afterwards. The sensation would make you unable to sleep, for you’d always think Voldemort was calling you. However, when the Dark Lord truly addressed you, it felt nothing like getting the mark itself. No, the prickling feeling was entirely different, and much more intense. The Dark Mark would become blacker and swell, almost to the point where it looked like it’d just pop out right from under your skin.
Severus wasn’t looking down at Lord Voldemort or the girl; he didn’t want to see it happen. He had brought her here, and even though she was just a student, he felt a slight remorse. He shouldn’t. Snape didn’t know that this was going to happen, but the feeling of her quivering in pain beneath his grip was enough to make anyone experience a little guilt.
His eyes just looked on, locked at the oak doors. Any minute now Draco Malfoy would enter with Xavier Murder in his possession. Snape would probably have to do the same thing to him as he was to Xanthe…. That was kind of intimidating, since the boy was far more stronger than him. He’d probably leave here with some bruises, and hopefully, his life.

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[prongs]

The fire magically exploded in a green flame, and stepping through regally, Alina Jacobs walked into the Drawing Room. She wore a black striped shirt and pants that were her prison outfit in Azkaban, except they were ripped to show more clevage, and made short sleeved to display her Dark Mark displayed proudly. Her black, raven hair looked untamed and knotty, and her ice blue eyes looked possessed, maniacal. Her wrists were still raw from the handcuffs in Azkaban, bleeding heavily on the ground. She truely looked like a monster.
The fireplace exploded again, and Kyra Jacobs walked out, dressed in a simple black traveling robe. Her eyes matched her sisters, but were entirely different in the same way.
Her footsteps sounded more like thunder, as she padded her bleeding, ungroomed body over to Lord Voldemort. Alina's eyes sparkled with a new light, almost like an obsession, as she ran her long dirty fingernails over her Dark Mark.
"My Lord..." she exhilarated, her eyes seeming to water. She looked to what he was looking at, and saw Xanthe Murder, getting her Dark Mark. "I see we have a new one."
She could sense the discomfort in Xanthe, and she laughed. "It'll hurt! It'll hurt! You'll feel the fire on your skin, you'll beg for it to stop, you'll beg, you'll beg, you'll beg..."
Her eyes lighted with a new sadism. "But it won't. And no matter how much you beg for anything, no matter how much you beg for death, no one will answer you!" She laughed again as she whispered the last words, dancing and clapping her hands like an amused toddler.
Kyra looked as if she were made of stone; she knew it was her first official mission to break her sister out of Azkaban, but she wanted her to stay in there...she was a psycopathic murderer...
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Lord V. !

He didn't look up as the fireplace burst into flames, emitting first Alina then Kyra shortly after. He could hear the blood dripping to the floor, hear her dancing around. Kyra was a nuisance, weak and feeble of mind. But she had proven herself worthy, the proof was right before his red eyes. Alina, however, was one of his more loyal Death Eaters, she had been willing to go to Azkaban rather than reveal the place of his hiding. But now she was back, and it seemed, more giddy than ever. "Welcome back, Alina," his voice was low and menacing, and he knew she would take joy in hearing it.

"The girl didn't volunteer. But I figure since she has caused the death of one of us, her and her dear brother can fill in for him. I'm assuming you've heard," his eyes slid sideways, seeking out the younger Jacobs girl. It was her job to speak of their brother's death, but it would be his job to defend the girl. She couldn't be disposed of, not yet. He looked back to the design he was tracing. Just a few more seconds and she would belong to him, whether she wanted to or not.

DX another bad post, dammit.

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Alinas eyes watered, and her knees shook.
"My Lord welcomes me back..." she said breathlessly, almost collapsing to the ground. Her ice blue eyes seemed to turn into slits as she rounded on her sister.
Alina got directly into Kyra's face so they were barely an eyelash apart, and the elder scowled. "What's he talking about, sissy? Did ickly Kyra-kins make another mistake?"
Her upper lip curled like a cats would, and her eyes took a strange light of delight. "I always knew you were weak."
Kyra flinched a little, but tried not to show it.
Alina sneered. "Sissy, don't pretend like you're brave, because honestly, you aren't fooling anyone. You put up an act, but behind your self concious skin that you expose as if its the rarest treasure, just for the attention that you so die for, you're nothing but a little girl."
Kyra stiffened and bit her bottom lip. Alina, taking humor in this, laughed. She clapped her hands, and in a sing song voice, she jeered, "Little girl! Little girl! Little girl!"
Like a toddler, she seemed to lose interest quickly. "Where are the others?" She looked angry. "Christ's sake, Rabastan should be here. Why, to not even be at his own daughters initiation..."
At the window, unnoticable to everyone else, a little doormouse stood, clawing at the window squeaking. It looked like every other mouse, but its eyes were a curious hazel...[/size]