The Meetings
Meeting One
I stepped to my part of the circle, between two people I didn't know, and didn't want to know. I had been an apprentice only three months, and knew only a few names. So far no one had suspected me at home. I wasn't even sure that the Death Eaters even knew about me, yet. I didn't know when Voldemort was going to place that mark on me.
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Voldemort looked at all of his followers. Worthless, everyone of them. All disloyal and untrusting. Such frustration this came to him.
There was a new apprentice coming tonight, perhaps he or she would be worthy of something.
"Death Eaters..." he began, pausing. "Welcome back to my homeland."
They all bowed and mumbled things like, "Yes Master," and "Thank you Master."
"Let's start early today, shall we?" Voldemort said in a bored voice. "Torturing first."
He placed his wand in the air, where it looked like it was hanging by a string, but really was just floating in mid-air.
"Show me the unworthy!" he bellowed, his string voice pulsating the night air.
The wand spun around in circles, very slow and stuttery. All the Death Eaters tightened or flinched while it crossed over them. Finally, it stopped on a short, plump figure.
"Crucio!" Voldemort cried, pointing his wand at the man. He fell down in pain, screaming and twitching terribly. A few moments passed, and Voldemort ended the spell.
"That takes care of that..." Voldemort hissed. "Next time, don't skip a meeting because of sickness," he said to the traunmitized Death Eater. "And you..." he said, eying the rest of the followers, "Lately you have shown excellent work in muggle torture and Poison Creating. I will reward you, as always."
Excited and pleased looks ran about the Death Eaters in those groups. It was common knowledge that Voldemort always rewarded those who pleased him.
Voldemort brought out two hooded figures. "Do with them as you please, you have twenty minutes."
He threw forward two muggle girls, looking in their late teens. Both looked confused and scared.
The Death Eaters took the girls, and, for the next twenty minutes, the new apprentice watched in horror as they were raped, abused, and tortured by the Death Eaters. This was their idea of...fun.
"Your time is up."
"Accio!"
The two girls were thrown back to him, bruised, barely alive.
"And the killing..."
Voldemort suddenly pointed to the young apprentice.
"Time for training. Kill them."
The apprentice stepped forward and took out his wand. Nervously, he pointed it at one of the girls. She was crying and looked so helpless. It wasn't her fault that she was here...why did she deserve to die?
"Avada Kedarva."
She slumpted to the ground.
"Try a muggle tool."
Voldemort handed the apprentice a sword.
Hands shaking, he cleanly sliced off the girls head, sending a stream of blood rushing to the ground, soaking through the dirt.
Voldemort picked up the head by the golden hair. "Very impressive. Very impressive indeed."
Then, to his horror, Voldemort licked some blood off the head. The apprentice swallowed back down the vomit that had risen to his throat, wondering how the other Death Eaters could stand this.
"It tastes of promise. You will be rewarded as well, apprentice. You may all go now, but don't expect an easy meeting like this next time."
Gross huh? Well I felt like writing something gross. There will be a few more of these, revealing the apprentice, more gory scences...ew. Hoped you like it, I just wanted to do something with the Death Eaters in it. Later..
Kelley