Written for Cheeky Slytherin Lass' 100 Characters Competition and HedwigBlack's Minor Character Boot Camp Challenge.
Prompt for the competition: line
Prompt for the challenge: potion
Word-count: 297
The grip around her upper arms was brutal, nails digging into her flesh. The smile in her face had just died. His breath was hot and sour.
He had watched her across the bar. Sophisticated dressed, but oh so young. A colorful drink in her hand.
Her whole body scathed. She stared at him, dismayed. "Fabian?"
"I'm Fabian Prewett." She sipped her drink, glared at a friend. "Nice to meet you, Fabian. I'm Nicole."
His body almost trembled from the pleasure of looking at her face when the effect of his Polyjuice potion vanished. A gurgling sound bubbled in her throat. "Like what you see?" he whispered into her ear.
She had a beautiful voice. Beautiful hands, large ears, almost no eyelashes. He was just as charming as ever.
He licked her ear. She whimpered. "Oh… you like that, do you?"
She was so gullible, naïve. Or desperate? She was left alone, her friends had disappeared one by one with a handsome guy.
She tried to push him off. Screamed. The sound of her head banged against the floor had a hollow ring to it.
"So, how about that drink at my place?" he said. "Sure… I'm just going to… powder my nose…" she said. He ravenous watched her as she stood in the line to the bathroom.
She was disgusted. Hated herself. Hated him.
"How old are you?" The streets of nighttime London were colorful and explosive. "I'm twenty-one", she said.
"You're such a dirty creature", he said. "You know you're going to die now, right?" He pulled up his zipper. "You've seen the real me and we can't allow that, can we? What would the Dark Lord do without me?"
The green light filled the room. But not for long. Then, it all went black.