A/N:

Ok before I start getting any flames, know this. The idea came from a Role Play I'm currently in and so some of these characters may either A) Not seem canon, or B) Be entirely OC. I'm sorry for those of you who are not in it, you're really missing out.

Also, on a side note, while Bella looks canon, Rod has a face claim of Robert Downy Jr. in my head. If you don't like it, tough sh*t.

That is all.

~Cody Rahl~


Thrill of the Kill

Chapter One

~Cody Rahl~

It had been two weeks, TWO BLOODY WEEKS, since the raid on the Ministry for Magic had taken place, and the pink haired bimbo Amelia Cosette was STILL Minister for Magic. If there were any other way for Rodolphus to calm down, he would have done so, but here he was, sitting in the basement of Lestrange manor, wand pointed lazily at the top of a man's back in between his shoulder blades, bored. Yes, torturing had done absolutely nothing for him. He didn't know why because he was thirsting for blood and this man, in Rod's opinion, had deserved everything he'd gotten and more. Of all the rules that Rod had, he only enforced one of them. That rule was simplistic in it's design. When Rod and Bella walked down the street, your cowered and ran. You didn't stand tall like you were somebody. Everyone was scum on the bottom of Rod's boots and not even worthy of their mudblood dripping on his floor.

After the dark lord's fall at the Ministry a year before, Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange had taken command of many of the marked death eaters and left England for Germany. It was there that Rod and Bella had taken command of the German Ministry for Magic and so now had their own army of auror's at their disposal. Even having all of that and the element of surprise, they had still failed to do what Rod had planned for them. Sure, Rod had made Cosette use dark magic in front of thousands of people, but the former death eater turned rouge had taken command of the presses some how and removed any mention of such an event taking place. The damn woman was too connected. Granted, she was Minister for Magic now, big whoop. It didn't always mean they controled the Prophet. However, this woman now had control of the main editor of the blasted paper. Two whole years of seeing them post lies about Potter and now their covering their Minister's ass all over again.

Which was, of course, the reason that Rod no longer read the paper.

It was full of lies and half truths at best and he left that to his underlings. As Rod drew lines down the back of the fool now handing on his wall, he was interrupted by the door being opened and light shining down the stairs. If it had been anyone else, they'd already be dead, but it was Bella. Only she was insane enough to try and cheer him up. Only she was the one powerful enough to drag his sulking ass out of the basement and back into a command of power. She had her death eater robes on for a change, exchanging her almost male attire of leather battle gear for that of an unrecognizable dark robe. Rod had lived in this mansion for his entire life and so knew of every creak leading down the stairs but his wife, bless her demented soul, seemed to glide down them without making so much as a squeak. It was like she floated on air all the way down. She came up behind him and smiled. If there were anyone else alive who loved the sight of blood more than Rodolphus Lestrange, it would have to be his wife. However, she saw that Rod wasn't even enjoying himself and she couldn't help but sneer playfully.

"Come now love, must I show you how to do this properly?" Bella demanded. "Has the big bad Lestrange lost his touch?"

"Sod off Bella." Rod growled. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the egging of his wife just then.

"Come now love, surely you don't need me for every little thing do you?" Bella said laughing. She then poked her wand in an open wound on the man's back which made him arch his back in protest. "Crucio." Bella said, with a seductive tone into Rod's ear as the prisoner screamed and begged for death.

"Come on love give him what he wants." Bella screamed happily. Nothing excited Bella more than the deaths of those who were under her, which was to say everyone save her husband and Isadora, her daughter. "That is, of course." Bella continued. "Unless you've let the pink haired slut ruin you? If she's made my husband a boring piece of meat, I'll have to kill her myself."

That jab was all that Rodolphus needed. His eyes blared with the fire of anger and rage, his wand pointed at the man's outstretched back and roared the fateful words, "Avada Kedavra!" Before his head bowed in death, the man's spirit had left him. Bella laughed hysterically as she did every other time that death visited her sights, and she started sending curses all over his now dead body. It was one of the reasons Rod loved this woman. She had no respect for the dead and would humiliate a corps in a second. Rod joined in and in less than five minutes, there was nothing recognizable left of the body. Rod believed he had learned his lesson this time. Too bad he'd never get a chance to put it into practice.

"What do you want Bella?" Rod said finally, turning to his wife. She had to have known that he wanted to be alone for a while. It was written all over his face when he left Germany to return to his home. Why she was here and not running their country hadn't gotten past him.

"Well I figured you may want to enjoy a hunt." Bella said simply. "IT's been ages since our last hunt and I'm sure your longing for the same release I am. Maybe even more then I am." She added with a wink. "I heard there was an infestation of muggles moving in toward our turf. Want to go for a hunt?"

"Fine." Rod said. "But don't expect me to actually enjoy it unless it's Cosette that we're killing."

"Oh trust me love, you'll enjoy it. I'm sure of it." Bella said before grabbing her husband's hand and apparating toward the newly developed muggle dwelling.

"So tell me love, which house should we get first?"


Post A/N:

So, I was wondering if there was any way to get a Beta? Either way, I'll continue this one if anyone seems to get interested in it. Trust me, the torture get's MUCH better... not that I'm into torture but that poor Rod seems to be in that kind of mood for some reason. Poor bloke.

Anywho, R&R people you know the rules.

Until next time,

~Cody Rahl~