Disclaimer: The characters are JK Rowling's. Plot is for the most part mine.

Sipping his drink quietly, Marcus Flint leaned back into his chair and began to casually inspect his fingernails for any imperfections, even though he knew there were none. They were immaculate. Well. Everything about him was immaculate for that matter. He was a clean man and despite the fact that he had the blood of hundreds of people on his hands, he made sure not a drop landed on him. It made him…uneasy. Blood, dirt, grime. He liked untainted things. Things that were spotless. Unadulterated. They made him feel….pure, even though he knew he himself was far from it. But the idea of his surrounding cleanliness made him content. Perhaps on a subconscious level, it made him feel less guilty. He didn't know. He didn't care. He just knew he liked things a certain way. Pristine and innocent.

After he was satisfied with his inspection, he downed the rest of his drink in one gulp and wiped the side of his mouth with a napkin. Clearing his throat, he looked down from his place on the balcony and watched the people in the room. More specifically, the women. There were easily a hundred women in the room. Short women, tall women. Pale, dark. Blondes, brunettes. So many to choose from. Reaching for another drink, Marcus smiled to himself as he took a sip. Lowering his gaze to their frames, he bit his lower lip. This narrowed them down considerably.

Settling his gaze on a tall redheaded girl who was showing considerable cleavage and an ample amount of leg, Marcus beckoned his guards. Cygnus and Falco immediately rushed up to him and followed his gaze until they were all staring in the same direction.

"Tied up red hair. Green dress." Looking at how much of his drink was left, Marcus nodded slowly. "Room 628. Fifteen minutes."

"Yes sir," Cygnus replied, already heading towards the door, with Falco on his heels.

They had a nice system. Marcus attended lavish affairs. He never mingled with the guests. He picked a girl. Cygnus and Falco would go down and confirm she was the one through a previously arranged wand signal. They would lure her out somehow and then…well. It differed from girl to girl. Sometimes a few loving words quieted her down. Sometimes force was necessary. Sometimes threats. But whoever she was, she never left without doing her part. Marcus made sure of that. Always.

Add half an hour of meaningless sex to all that and Marcus left the girl with varying gifts, depending on her willingness. The more difficult she was, the less. The more compliant, the more gifts. It was all a fair deal in Marcus' eyes. You yourself were responsible for what you earned. It was all quite simple really.

Considering the countless ruthless things Lord Voldemort did, Marcus thought he was quite generous and wonderful in comparison. Gone were the days when Voldemort used a simple Avada Kedavra to kill off people. No, no. That no longer satisfied him. He saw that there were so many other ways to torture people. Even the Crucio no longer held the same satisfaction for Voldemort since it was so common. He wanted new ways; heinous ways that made even his cold blood curl. Not in fear of course but sheer excitement. Ironically, Muggle ways pleased Voldemort to no avail. His two new favorite spells included burning people alive and slicing random body parts off, watching the victim writhe in pain until death overcame them.

Marcus himself of course found it all distasteful and always resorted to Avada Kedavra. The rapidity of the spell usually left him feeling no particular emotion. But Merlin, when Voldemort had one of his own little parties, Marcus hated standing there watching some random person's tongue being sliced off with a hex, with blood spurting all over the place. It was quite disturbing to say the least. He usually ended up going home and bathing for about an hour, finally coming out only to drink and fall asleep. The following morning, he would pretend nothing of the sort had happened last night, and life went on as usual, until the same cycle began again a few weeks later. It was unsettling but there was no way around it.

Forgetting about Voldemort's parties, Marcus shifted his attention back to the one he was attending. As he was wondering what this particular redheaded woman would be like in terms of difficulty, Falco's red robes caught Marcus' eyes and he began to focus on the scene below him. His gaze slowly followed the path of Cygnus and Flaco, mentally leading the way. They had just about crossed half the room when Marcus suddenly stopped looking at them.

His gaze no longer followed his guards but they rested on a mind numbingly beautiful woman who was sitting alone at a table with her head slightly bowed down. Her eyes were lowered and she did not seem remotely interested in her whereabouts. His breath hitching in his throat, Marcus wondered how in hell he had missed her before. He licked his lips lustfully and unconsciously loosened his robes. He was suddenly feeling warm and strange. His eyes stared at her intensely as they made their way all over her body.

Her black hair shone brightly from her fair skin, which was as smooth as could be. Her milky complexion had Marcus suddenly longing to touch her face, her arms, her breasts, her thighs, her legs. Anything. Even her collarbone looked sensual for crying out loud. He imagined his lips on her neck, pulling her midnight blue dress down slowly with his teeth, revealing more and more of her porcelain skin. Touching each inch of her newly exposed skin with his fingers, his hands, his lips. Better yet was the idea of his lips on her lips. Lips which were the perfect shade of pink. Sensual, pink lips that now opened slightly so she could take a small sip from her glass. A moment later, her tongue flicked out for a brief second as she licked her bottom lip to absorb a drop of her drink that had landed there.

Taking another gulp from his glass, Marcus started to breathe heavily. He wanted her tonight. He could not even remember who he had pointed out earlier but whoever she was, she was nothing compared to the beauty in front of him. This picturesque perfection of a woman. What it would be like to have her writhing beneath him, pulling at his hair. He hated women that ever tried to show aggression with him, but with her, he could just imagine getting more and more turned on with each display of it. He could just imagine her soft hands reaching for---

"Bloody gorgeous, isn't she?"

Turning his head quickly to the side, Marcus made eye contact with Dolohov, who was also looking at the same woman. Marcus' grip tightened on his chair as he saw Dolohov's uncontrolled hungry look.

"Hm," Marcus grunted in seething anger, looking back at her.

"If her breasts are just as creamy as her face, I don't think I'd ever…."

Marcus was about to tell Dolohov to shut up as the woman was his prey tonight when Dolohov stopped talking himself. Marcus looked up at him, who looked very confused all of a sudden. "What?"

Dolohov squinted his eyes and shook his head. "She looks…familiar. I've seen her somewhere."

Marcus' grip tightened even more on his chair as he asked his next question. "You've slept with her before?"

Dolohov turned his head towards Marcus and cackled. "If I did, don't you think I'd remember? She's obviously not the kind of woman you'd forget having sex with." Looking back again at her, he shook his head. "No. But she does look familiar."

Thankful the oaf next to him had never touched the girl, Marcus decided to ignore Dolohov and his baseless remarks and instead focus on sending a signal to Cygnus and Flaco. Taking his wand out, he whispered Ruber Summoner. Flaco immediately saw his wand turn red and tapped Cygnus in front of him. Realizing Marcus wanted them to abort the mission and come back, they started making their way back to the end of the hall.

Marcus leaned back in his chair and once again stared at the personification of exquisite beauty in front of him. While Dolohov continued to make some lewd comments, Marcus suddenly wondered what the color of her eyes was. Green, blue, a piercing grey? Grinning to himself, he realized he would find out soon enough, as he imagined her arching against him, just as eager for contact with his skin as he was for hers.

With that celebratory thought in his head, he reached for another drink and smiled. "Cheers," he whispered to himself.

A/N: How do you like it??? It's a different pairing but I think it's alright. Review please! Suggestions are always more than welcome!