This is another one of my oneshots that has a Death Eater in it. I would appreciate any reviews, but this is just because I want to post more things. Enjoy.
Boredom. It wasn't as if there was nothing to do in Malfoy Manor; rather, I didn't want to do anything to irritate Bellatrix or Lucius. Just my being there set them off, but they could live with having me. It gave them someone to do the things they didn't want to do. But then, there weren't exactly any pleasant Death Eater jobs. Being alive was good enough for me, regardless of its cost.
Not that I had much to live for. I had no family, and my friends were either dead or hunted. They'd never really liked me that much anyways. But it didn't matter. I had friends. And I'd given them away so that I could live. Anyone in their right mind would have done it. I valued my life. So I sacrificed a few people to keep myself alive. I missed James sometimes, but I didn't regret it. I wasn't dead. I was fine, and the Dark Lord had no reason to kill me. That made things just peachy.
Until Greyback caught Potter and his little friends. Fenrir made me a bit uneasy, like he was going to attack me if I moved. I suppose that I was a bit old for his taste, but I had a fair amount of skin on my bones, and he seemed to like skin almost as much as he liked blood. I could smell the blood on his skin. I can't say that it didn't make me sick.
They took the girl downstairs to throw around, and the other two were locked in the highest room. I wanted nothing more than to avoid them. I had a debt to repay. I was surrounded by Death Eaters who weren't too fond of me in the first place. If they had an actual reason to kill me... I shuddered to think of what they would do to me. Greyback's fanglike teeth would break my skin... Agony.
But I wouldn't let it happen. I wouldn't let him have time to think. But then they made me check on him when they heard a noise. I scampered up the stairs, ready to face the brat. I put my glorious hand -the hand the Dark Lord had given me- around his throat. He was going to die...
"You're going to kill me? After I saved your life? You owe me, Wormtail!" I felt my hand loosen. I was horrified. There was that wretched debt, repaying itself without my help. My hand found its way the bare flesh of my throat. I tried as best I could to force it away, but I could not. And the Weasley boy had taken my wand.
I couldn't breathe. And I was defenseless. I was going to die because of the green-eyed boy. I'd had his parents killed, and now came his revenge. How very fitting this would be. I felt my lungs begging me for air, but I could do nothing. It didn't matter what work I'd done or what precautions I'd taken. I would still die. James probably would be waiting for me. Sirius as well. That could be worse than dying because there would be no escape.
I fell to the floor. My mouth tried to get some air, to let me live, but it was no use. Spinning. The room was spinning. And my vision was blurring. Everything was... slipping away.
Everything and nothing was gone. Forever... Gone. Nothingness.