A/N: Been Awhile since I posted a drabble huh? Well here is a treat for you, as a challenge to myself I'm shooting for 31 days of Death Eater Drabbles as a Halloween treat for you all. This first one is a drabble from the DEE prompts Alecto Carrow, Animagi, Antonin Dolohov, "Get off me witch," and "There is room for two" – Hope you all enjoy.

Perched high on ledge above a dark Knockturn Alley street her claws wrapped around the ornate lantern fixture on the brock and mortar wall. Nobody paid her any mind, which was how she liked things as she awaited the arrival of her pray.

She loved this form, the freedom it brought, the anonymity it provided. Not a soul knew she was an Animagus, though she supposed that would change soon, and in the dead of night what was another raven to the gloomy, ominous slums of wizarding London?

Alecto waited, going over her plan again as she did. It was usually about 1 AM when he stumbled out of one of the shady pubs on this block and made his way down to his flat. Alecto had spent many a night watching him. Tired of the rejection she faced from him every time she offered herself to him, she was resorting to drastic measures. Tonight, she would not let herself be turned away.

As if on cue the wizard emerged from the door of The Mermaid Curse, alone and frustrated as always. Alecto paused, wondering a moment why he always turned her down, clearly, he was sexually frustrated and lonely. She could make him happy….

Almost losing her window of opportunity the Animagus extended her black wings, uncurled her clawed feet and soared into the night sky after her prey. She slipped behind him through the crack in the door before he closed it, narrowly avoiding getting her wing crushed. In the pitch blackness of the wizards flat she was unseen, but with her impressive night vision and birds eye view, Alecto closed in on her prey and found a new perch on Antonin's shoulder, claws scratching into his skin.

" Krovavyy ad! Otpravleno!" The wizard shouted out in his native language, his thick accent and fluent Russian sending shivers through her. She didn't understand what he said, yet she knew the wizard well enough to gauge his tone and reaction and know he was cursing, and uncomplimentary at that.

Now firmly, secured on her mark, Alecto shifted forms. The sudden increase of weight and his drunken state was too much for the wizard and he fell over, Alecto still wrapped around him on his back.

"Fucking Circe!" He groaned.

"My name's not Circe, but thanks for the compliment," Alecto retorted, whispering in his ear. Antonin stilled beneath her.

"Alecto?"

"Who else?"

"Fucking Hell, Get off me witch."

Alecto rolled off him, but kept her hand on his shoulder, and he struggled to sit up.

"What in the hell Carrow?"

"I thought you could use some company."

"How many times have I told you, I don't fuck whores?"

Alecto didn't let the insult phase her. Antonin was a mean drunk, but she was determined. "Baby, Come on, There's room enough here for two. I know you're lonely, I can keep you company."

"Get the fuck out of her Carrow. Now, before I do something extreamy unpleasant to you," the wizard warned.

"It doesn't have to be unpleasant. Please Antonin, just let me suck your cock. Anything. Just give me a fucking chance."

"If you are not gone by the time I count to three, you will not like the consequences. I'm not fucking you, I'm not putting my cock anywhere near you. Now go."

Alecto didn't move.

"One."

She pleaded with her eyes.

"Two," he hissed, as hereached for his wand. Alecto stared him down

"Three." The curse flew out of his wand at the same time she shifted and unscathed she flew out of an open window, pissed and humiliated once more. If he was so unmoved by her advances, fine. She wouldn't try to fuck him anymore. But she would be damned sure he didn't fuck anybody else either, after all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Chapter Notes:

Russian to English Translation – " Krovavyy ad! Otpravleno!" – "Bloody Hell! Fuck Off!" – via google translator.

"Hell, Hath no fury like a woman scorned – popular expression misquoted from playwright William Congreve. Actual quote: "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."