This was written on a whim after seeing an old RP buddy promoted to fanfiction mod on a Harry Potter site. That should explain the excessive originals (old RP characters). A couple exceptions to the originals being mine are her characters, but all are used with permission. Any lyrics are used strictly for motivational purposes. This is the less censored version, but it's not rated X, obviously.
Say so long to innocence,
from underneath the evidence;
you taste like Heaven,
but God knows you're built for sin.
Built For Sin, Framing Hanley
There was something in the darkness, and a young girl pulled the covers up to her chin. Her heart was racing, her body shaking. Her brackish green eyes had gone wide with fright, and her face, round with her young age, was taut. Her lips drew a deep breath into her lungs where she held it; fear was meaningless. Fear only brought pain and shame, and she hated the both of those feelings. Her little fists tightened as though she could crush the thought of them, maybe even crush the emotions entirely if she tried hard enough. The door pushed open as she heard a struggle; a body fell into her room. Before she knew it, she was standing on her bed, trembling, and a deep voice gave a sour laugh.
"You're still so weak," the voice taunted, and the child leapt off the bed and rolled over to the side of the bed, clawing for something, anything. The hand reached forward, grabbing the girl by the scruff of the neck like she was merely a ragdoll kitten. She squeaked in sudden pain as she was thrown across the room. She landed in a lump against the wall, raising her head to meet the man's. "Your mother's been wondering about you, if you've improved. She's been so worried that you'd grow soft in this environment." The man strode forward, and the girl's hands pressed behind her back, gripping the wood framing along the floor, a piece of it coming loose. "I'd have to say that I agree."
The girl pulled the wood off, and in one fluid motion, dug the sharp end into the man's leg. He howled in angry agony, pulling a wand out from his cloak pocket. "Crucio!" he shouted, and the girl crumpled to the ground once more, but she bit through her lip to keep from screaming. She could feel the blood filling her mouth, the coppery, salty taste. The wound was pulsing in pain. He ripped the wood out of his own leg and then murmured a healing spell. "You failed us, child. As I always thought you would. You are nothing to us. I suggest that you resort your priorities and make something of yourself while you still can, or you will not call us your parents."
Evlyn Fauve sat back in her expensive, black leather chair, looking out over the grounds below the room in which she sat. There were acres of rolling hills, playing a beautifullly misconceiving role in expressing the grounds on which they lay. After all, they were the property of the dark wizards who had built and ran this very building. The Dark Lord had fallen so many years before, and yet his legacy still remained. Another dark wizard had taken his place, and the girl had done what she could to get into his good graces. They had said it was improbable, that a child still attending Hogwarts could become apart of his inner circle, but she had accomplished it. The thought brought a small smirk to her lips as she twirled her wand in her hand.
It was pleasant looking, her wand, almost peaceful. Its wood was polished carefully and painted a dark color. Despite its seemingly tranquil appearance, it had wreaked more havoc than any girl at the age of eighteen should have been responsible for. She felt no remorse for what she did, and what was more was that she felt...contempt. That silly Harry Potter thought that through all his sacrifice and strife, he could abolish evil wizardry. The problem with that was that he only destroyed it in one form, and that form was Lord Voldemort. Evil was apart of every human being's nature, and Evlyn knew this well enough.
It barely mattered to her what happened to all the witches and wizards that stood in their way. They were morons, blinded by some delusion that good could actually exist. She smiled to herself without any sincere humor. After all, there would be no good without evil, and how deluded did you really have to be to think that people were actually good? Evlyn's expression twisted to one of disgust to accompany her thoughts. No one had shown her anything sincere, not even when they thought they were being sincere. People were pests, like a disease let loose upon the Earth. Muggles, mudbloods, witches, wizards. At least she was on the winning end with her company. At least the people she surrounded herself with didn't try to pretend they were anything different than what they truly were...
In front of her was a book, a book whose cover was worn with all the times she had read it, over and over. Someone once asked her how she could read that mudblood-written-filth, and she replied that the character wasn't even human, nor did he like anyone or anything. It was 'Grendel,' and she loved the bestial character more than any sane human being should, but it was far worse that she actually identified with the character. It wasn't as if she hadn't tried in the past to...make nice. In fact, she had once tried to be a good person. Unfortunately for everyone around her, that really hadn't gotten her far.
She suddenly heard a ruckus from the hall, some shouting, screaming, and she stood up suddenly, walking forward aggressively with her wand-arm out-stretched. What sort of idiot would even think about invading these border-line military barracks? It was filled to the brim with dark wizards, and she wasn't something to be taken lightly herself. The door came crashing down, and she had to leap backwards to get out of the way. Once the door was down, the protective spells were broken and two hooded figures apparated on either side of her, grabbing each of her arms in a vice-like grip. She tried to pull violently away, and hexed every inch of anything she could point her wand at, and soon the wooden floor-boards were alight with crimson and gold flames, dancing destructively all over the expensive oriental carpeting.
"You wouldn't really burn down your own...what is this place, anyway? Your office of death and destruction?" came a mocking voice from under one of the hoods, his grip on her arm preventing her from doing any damage to him, and so she settled on stopping her blind attack...for now.
"Do you ever shut up, Runner?" came a snide voice from under the other. "That...wasn't even witty. You're losing your touch," it commented dryly.
Evlyn's body suddenly went slack as she gave up her struggle. She twisted in the direction of the snide one. "Any chance of letting me go? If you get out now, you might not have to face the new Dark Lord. He'll kill you. Well... that's not the bad part, actually. Ripping you limb from limb and tearing you to little bits and pieces is the horrid part," she said, sounding more amused than horrified, and it was all too obvious that she would enjoy doing it. Although she couldn't see the two's faces, they exchanged looks from beneath their hoods and seemed to simultaneously agree on one thing:
To get this pathetic twisted brat out of here before they had to deal with her any longer. The two disapparated in unison, and Evlyn felt the wretched feeling of someone jerking her backwards by hook behind her nasal passages.
Evlyn felt her feet collide with ground, and she braced herself from falling. She gritted her teeth, refraining from opening her eyes right away. The one quickly pulled her wand out from her hand as she was struggling to compose herself. Not all the dark wizard training in the world... "Do you even know who I am?" she hissed, her eyes still practically wrenched shut, because she knew that if she saw the two before getting a grip on herself, she would do something very stupid that would undoubtedly land herself in a worse position than she was already in.
"No," said the one, heavy sarcasm practically poured into his voice, and Evlyn opened her eyes at long last. He was removing his hood, revealing shaggy brown hair, emerald-green eyes, and a casually handsome face. "We just blindly kidnap people because it gives us a big kick. Especially when those people happen to be hard at work devising new ways to torture innocent muggles and half-bloods. Isn't that right, Blaine?"
The other removed his hood, carefully smoothing out his sleek blond hair. He, on the other hand, was not casually handsome; he was outright striking. He scoffed slightly at the other, but addressed Evlyn with cold gray eyes. "Yeah. It's also an added plus when we get to fight and kill our way through countless dark wizards," he chipped in dryly. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then added, "Oh, and I wouldn't try to disapparate. Theo over here already slapped a bracelet on you for that. It's a fairly powerful charm that I highly doubt you can break."
Evlyn looked down at her wrist, some black substance composed a bangle, various stones and symbols wrapping around its outside. "Well, at least it's not tacky," she murmured, her eyes flicking back up at them. She didn't seem to give a care when he said that he killed the others in the beginning, and her expression didn't even shift in the most minute fashions. She was completely stoic and unaffected. "So, who'd you kill?" she asked, just as simply as though she were inquiring about the weather. Who they were able to take down would give her a better idea of what they were capable of.
The blond one, Blaine, looked sincerely amused for the first time, and Theo Runner, or whatever his name was, was practically doubled over in laughter. Her eyes narrowed at them. "Well, we didn't exactly stop to ask their names, if you get my drift."
Theo composed himself and looked up, still grinning, if a bit devilishly. He looked at Blaine with a sudden betrayed look as though he had been lied to. "I thought you said she was smart or something." He turned his attention back Evlyn, "Did the Dark Lord throw you head first into a rock at any time during your service?" he intoned with offensive bemusement. Although she did not give a damn about the Dark Lord, she did not quite like how he vocalized his title. He made it sound...trivial.
Hogwarts...
Something snapped into place at that. She brightened up considerably, like the Devil receiving a particularly dangerous and horrendous gift. "You," she breathed with the air of one genuinely pleased. "You were Malfoy's son. You got sorted into Gryffindor. I remember you now. You were older than me, but- Everyone in Slytherin talked about it. Nothing like that had happened since Sirius Black. I bet your dad can't even stand the sight of you," she finished with relish.
"He disowned me when I was fifteen, but thanks for the concern," he remarked, unaffected by her ill-meant words. If Evlyn was disdainful, he was fully disgusted. "But I guess the same goes for you, huh? I hear the Fauves are pretty decent people."
Evlyn stiffened considerably. "Mum and Dad were sweethearts," she replied sweetly, but something in her eyes said she wanted to rip their throats out. She paused, taking a deep breath and shutting her eyes, arching her back and stretching her arms up above her head in a bored manner. "Anyway, you don't even know what you've just done. The new Dark Lord will have your heads on pikes. That you can be sure of."
"Terrified," the boy called Theo Runner commented sarcastically. "I'm about to piss my pants over here."
Evlyn shook her head, her teeth gritted together as she suddenly snapped forward violently, her index finger pointing at them as if they'd made some unforgivable, horrible mistake. "I've headed mass-slaughters. I have personally tortured those who have posed a danger to the aims of the Dark Lord himse-"
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for that," Blaine replied with a blasé sort of air, rolling his eyes at her as though she were a child whining about some petty predicament being unfair. "That's why we kidnapped you, actually. But thanks for confessing. It definitely makes our lives easier."
"Anyway," Theo began with a bright expression, and an equally bright tone, but something that belied his voice was much darker, "sorry to intrude on your melodrama, but it'll only get worse. Pretty soon, your dear master will be the one with his head on a pike."
Evlyn nearly rolled her eyes, but batted her eyelashes at the brown-haired boy instead. "Honestly? I don't give a mudblood on a broom. I abhor the human race, and he's just the one powerful enough to let me do what I want. It's personal vengeance; I'm not some chauvinistic psycho who leapt on the bandwagon," she replied with a sickeningly sweet tone, like being force fed too much arsenic-laced chocolate.
"I'm...sorry to hear that. Well," Theo paused, rolling up the sleeve of his black button-up shirt to take a quick glance at his watch, "we better get walking if we don't want to, you know, get eaten and all."
"And what makes you think I'm going to willingly walk to wherever you're planning to take me?" Evlyn replied, one eyebrow arched. Although getting eaten was a pretty plausible deterrent, she highly doubted they would just leave her after going through all the hassle to retrieve her in the first place.
Theo laughed harshly, smirking a little when he turned back around to look at her. "What did I just say about getting eaten?"
She glared at him. "I think you value your own lives more than I value mine," she responded, no emotion in her voice, only a more sinister smirk playing behind her features. She suddenly felt something prod into her back- Blaine's wand.
"How about this, Fauve," he intoned coldly into her ear, "We're armed and you're not. And I can assure you, death isn't the thing you should be worried about when you're accompanied by two highly paid mercenaries. Not all inheritance is in fortunes, and though I was disowned from that aspect, I can assure you I've inherited far too much from my grandfather."
"Fair enough," she responded apathetically, shrugging away from his close proximity.
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Theo continued, shooting Blaine a grin as he began walking. "Let's get on then."