Well, its been awhile since i posted anything on this site. The main reason is because i wasn't getting reviews. Hopefully this story will get more feedback and i won't lose interest. (Hint Hint)
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As he stalked his prey from the shadows a malevolent smile crept across his face. He took in a large breath and relished it. He could taste them. He could taste all of them. Flesh, meat, bone and blood. He watched them, and he waited for the kill.
"How's it coming Nott?" asked one of the masked men.
"Nothing new. Did you hear about Yaxley?" Grunted the other.
"Ha, of course. The fool somehow managed to get an imperius curse on Thicknesse." said the other as they slowly made thier way across an old cemetary that was obviously abandoned.
"Well you know what they say Dolohov, luck favors the fool." responded Nott as they stopped in front of a particular grave.
"Did the Dark Lord happen to mention why it was this particular grave?" Dolohov asked.
"No, but then again when does he ever tell us everything? We're only his most loyal servants after all." responded Nott scornfully.
"True, but its too late to go back Nott. We've choosen our side." Dolohov said firmly. The hunter decided it was time to reveal himself. So he stepped out into the open.
"Don't think for a second i'm stupid enough to try and get out now, i'm not about to end up like Karkaroff." said Nott as they stared at the grave.
"Just don't, wait." said Dolohov as he drew his wand. "Who are you!?" asked the Death Eater as he saw the man slowly walking towards them. Nott drew his wand as well before the man spoke.
"I am the shadow of the moon at night, filling your dreams to the brim with fright." he said enigmaticly as he came to a stop about twenty feet from the suprised Death Eaters.
"What do you think Nott?" asked Dolohov.
"I say curse first ask questions later." he answered simply.
"Normally i'd agree. But he doesn't look like an auror, or an order member either. This is the last time i'll ask! Who are you!" demanded Dolohov.
"I am the reaper, and i am to be feared." he said with a jokers smile.
"Hell with it, Avanda Kedavera!" shouted Dolohov as his curse flew directly at the strange man. A split second before the curse reached its target the man simply vanished leaving nothing but air.
"Where did he go!?" shouted Nott.
The hunter smiled as he watched his confused prey. He could feel thier anger rising, he could feel their fear. He licked his lips and made his move. It was killing time.