A/N: Up to this point I've lacked a Beta. I have a wonderful Alpha reader, DutchScorRosefan who I can always count on for inspiration and ideas when I'm horribly stuck. But I needed a Beta to help me with grammar and structure. So, you now have Skyeryder01 to thank for volunteering her skills to make my story readable. I would also like to add that this story is not going to be totally canon compliant and is more of an alternant companion piece to Field Master. Focusing on the Nott family instead of the Malfoys. And no one ends up in Azkaban for any long length of time.

*Warning* This a dark brutal chapter

Disclaimer, I don't own anything and make no money.

Chapter Two

'We are the lions

In a world of lambs

We are the predators

The hunters'

Become the Beast By Karliene

A big grin split his Uncle Rabastan's face, telling Theo he held no animosity for skipping the Revel. But then, his uncle was always happy to see him. Theo didn't have blood-related uncles; these were better. As his father had explained one night. That you couldn't choose your family, they were who they were, and you loved them, regardless. But you could choose the people that stood by you, the ones that would fight by your side, bleed with you, die for you.

"Uncle Bast!"

"You missed the Revel!" Rabastan pulled him into a tight embrace.

"I know, I know…. I wasn't feeling well. I'm sorry Uncle."

"No worries. I brought you a present." Rabastan gestured to the muggle woman; bound, wide-eyed on her knees in the damp grass.

"How did you know? ….. She is precisely what I wanted." Theo approached the woman, grasped her by her red hair, tipping her head upward, "She's pretty."

"You think I'd let you fuck an ugly muggle?"

Theo crouched down next to her, "She looks fit."

"She should be, she was running in a muggle park when I grabbed her," Rabastan chuckled. "Quite the scrapper as well." Rabastan held the end of his lit wand beneath his left eye, slowly turning a brilliant shade of purple.

Darkness wiggled inside of Theo, rolling beneath his skin. With one hand tangled in her hair, he stroked the side of her face. His cock twitched at the thought of her fighting him. Her eyes locked on to his and promised him a fight. Growling, she spit in his face. In one smooth motion, Theo rose up, dragging her with him. His fist tangling in her long hair, he slammed her into the nearest tree, pressed hard against her, and leaned in, gently kissing her mouth. The woman caught his bottom lip in her teeth and bit down. Theo moaned and licked the trickle of blood coming from his mouth. The fingers on his free hand wiped at his chin, and he stared for a moment at the blood, dark and glistening in the moonlight.

The Demon inside Theo began to unfurl, uncoiling and slithering through his body. It flickered behind his eyes as Theo cocked his head and grinned at her. The burst of violence shocked him. He spun her around and smashed her face against the trunk of the tree, splitting her lips. A loud crunch told him he had broken her nose. She screamed, roared, and fought against him. Theo chuckled, holding her at arm's length, as he pulled out his wand and released the restraints binding her arms.

From a distance, Theodore Sr. could see his once gentle son pinning the muggle woman against a tree. His heart sank, the Demon had his son. Nott Sr. pulled his horse to a stop, dismounted, and raced over to his boy. Grabbing hold of Theo's cloak, he shouted, pulling him back, "Theo!... Theo, knock it off…..Stop!... Now!"

Theo beat her against the tree three more times before he felt a pair of strong hands pulling him back. His father's voice rang sharply in his ear.

Turning on him, Theo growled low at his father meeting his gaze. And Nott Sr.'s breath caught in his throat. For the briefest of moments, the Demon stared back at him through his son's eyes.

Theo loosened his grip and let the brutalized woman slump to the ground. Finding herself free, she didn't hesitate. Rolling away from the two men, she jumped to her feet and darted into the dense underbrush.

Tension hung thick in the air as the two Notts faced off. Each held his wand loosely at his side. Theo broke the silence with a sheepish grin and cast his eyes downward, "Sorry Dad, I got a bit carried away."

His father leveled a stare at him, chilling the fire in his blood. Stepping closer to Theo, he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You need to hunt her down." His father pulled the blade he carried at his hip and handed him the silver knife, gesturing toward the woods. "Theo….. Don't let her escape." His father turned on well-heeled boots, silent in the damp grass, as he went to gather his horse from Rabastan.

Footsteps pounded, and branches cracked in the darkness when Rabastan turned the two muggle men loose. Running into the woods, panicked by the brutal display, they crashed through heavy foliage leaving a trail even a blind man could follow. With the moon shining white and high in the summer sky, the sounds of hoof beats crunching in the gravel and Walden's baying hounds filled the night air.

Walden halted his horse in the center of the road, the hounds babbling at his mount's feet, "Mount up lads, let's get this hunt started!"

Theo still stared down at his hand where the pale blue knife lay glowing in the moonlight. It was his grandfather's knife. Mesmerized by the ornate scrolling on the handle down to the blood groove in the blade. Warm breath at the nape of his neck and a nudge at his shoulder told him his mare, Asha, was growing impatient. She nibbled at his cloak and shoved him with her nose. "Alright, Asha, alright." Scowling, Theo pulled the cloak from her mouth and attached the knife to his belt. Gathering his reins, he stepped into the saddle and turned her toward the Hunt party. His father was back on his horse next to his Uncle Lucius.

Theo purposely parked his mare next to his Uncle Lucius, "Do I hunt her alone then Father?" He cast sidelong glances at the senior Nott, "Or, are you coming with me?"

"If you think you're ready… Do you think you're ready to go at it alone?"

Lucius snorted, "Of course the young man is ready." A tiny smirk crossed his lips, "Stop coddling the boy Teddy."

Theo loved his Uncles. They balanced his father's moods, not allowing him to be overly protective or stern. Hence the reason for putting his Uncle Lucius between them. Theo had never suffered abuse in any way, but there was a darkness that lingered behind his father's eyes that made him weary at times. He had seen the very same look from his grandfather on more than one occasion. Theo hoped it was not something he would inherit.

"I'm sorry Father, for losing control…. I've no excuse, and I'll not let it happen again." This time he met his father's gaze in the moonlight.

"See that you don't….. Now go get her before she gets too far away….. Take one of Walden's birds please."

Before he could protest, there were flapping wings from above, and his Uncle Walden's favorite raven landed on his shoulder. "Huginn." A smile played across his lips as he whispered to the bird, "Find my little friend for me please."

The raven tilted his head and trilled softly in Theo's ear before slipping away into the night sky. He watched until the bird disappeared amongst the stars. Closing his eyes, he breathed in the crisp air, opening them to find his father had moved in between him and his Uncle Lucius.

His father was close, face to face, Theo's leg pressed against his father's horse, the sweat on its chest soaking through his trousers. Nott Sr. leaned in, so close he could smell the whiskey on his breath. So close he could see the black stubble of a beard beginning. So close Theo could see that dark thing crawling behind his father's eyes. Theo flinched when his father poked a finger hard into his ribs, whispering into his ear, "You stick that blade right here… in her lung."

Theo's breath caught in his throat. He quickly looked to his Uncle Lucius. Who met his gaze with steel eyes and a curt nod. His father spun the big stallion away, bumping his mare hard in the chest.

"Uncle?"

Lucius stopped, "Yes, Theo?"

"Why can't I use my wand?"

Luminant, as if carved from alabaster, Lucius and his horse stood in the center of the road.

"Because my boy, the wand is for business. The blade makes it personal… And what you're about to do Theodore, is very personal." Lucius nodded, and the glowing white horse spun on its hind legs and danced to where the others were, its tail swishing with the anticipation of a gallop.

Theo's heart still pounded in his chest when Walden cast his hounds. They dashed into the thick trees in full cry, followed by the rest of the Hunt party. Theo now stood alone in the middle of that road, waiting for the raven to return.

Fortunately, he didn't have long to wait. The bird called to him from a lower limb of an oak, just at the edge of the woods. Urging Asha down the twisting path, they followed the raven as it slipped like a shadow through the trees. Asha's hooves made little sound, muffled against the leaves and moss covering the forest floor. As such, Theo did not bother to cast a silencing nor disillusionment charm. The muggle woman didn't have a chance of escaping. Even without Huginn tracking her, he was a Wizard. And a Dark one at that. Theo smiled down at where his new Mark was. He was beginning to feel more powerful as the pulse of dark magic beat through his veins.

Huginn slowed and came to rest in another oak at the edge of a small meadow. Just on the other side, Theo could make out a small shed, half covered in wild roses and concealed beneath the drooping limbs of a willow tree. He dismounted and tied Asha to a branch.

Sticking to the shade cast by the moonlight, he made his way around to the small building. Drawing his wand he cast 'Homenum Revelio.' She was in there. Peering through the dirty little window in the door he could see her, crouching beneath a wooden bench trembling.

That thing inside him began to purr, uncoiling itself, stretching …..testing….

As a wizard, Theo could have effortlessly subdued his prey, but then where was the sport in that. First, he would have some fun. Theo removed his cloak hanging it on a nail. He didn't want it in the way if things got messy. He cleared his throat and knocked politely on the door. She gasped and shuffled deeper beneath the bench. He knocked again, this time a bit harder, and this time she squeaked. "I can hear you little bird. Be polite and open the door like a good girl."

Through the dirty glass, he could see her frantically look around for a weapon. Her fingers found the remnants of a broken piece of wood, not much longer than her arm. Theo shivered now with excitement. His cock hardening at the scent of her blood.

"I'll not ask you again little bird. Open… this… door." He hissed. There wasn't a lock on the door, and even if there was, he could open it. This was an exercise in power and creating terror. It was no longer about fucking a muggle for his first time. It was about consuming her.

"You're not going to like it if I have to open the door for you little bird." Theo tapped his finger against the glass.

Scrambling to her feet, she put her back to the wall and brandished the makeshift weapon. "Come and get me then," she growled at him.

Theo grinned at her through the tiny window, shaking her little stick at him. He scoffed at the pathetic attempt. The blood from her broken nose and shattered lips had dried, leaving a gruesome mask in its place. He could crash through the door and roar, tear the little shack to pieces, but that wasn't the type of man Theo was. Instead, he quietly turned the knob and stepped into the room. She didn't cower, or attack, she stood there staring at him. Holding her breath.

Theo broke the silent standoff, "Do you want to give me that stick?...Or do you plan to hit me with it?"

"Come closer and find out!"

"Ahhh... Little Bird don't be like that. All I want is a little kiss...Be a good girl and give me a kiss."

"Fuck You!"

Theo could hardly wait to come closer. The shack was small, Theo was on top of her in two strides. She screamed and swung her stick at his head. Theo caught it with his hand, realizing now why she had chosen it as a weapon. Two little nails buried themselves deep in his right palm. Unfortunately for her, it did not have the desired effect. Theo curled his fingers around the wood, pulling it free of her grip. He laughed and swung back, cracking the stick across her temple. Not hard enough to knock her out, just enough to draw blood. Splitting her brow, the second blow slicing open her cheek to the bone.

Theo pulled the nails from his bleeding palm, "Tit for Tat, little bird….. I can play this game, we can draw each other's blood, or we can fuck all night." Theo snatched both of her hands, grasping them tight above her head, shoving her hard into the wall, "Perhaps it's both you want." His tongue ran across the dried blood on her lip. He leaned in. "Either way … It's happening."

Theo pushed between her thighs, rocking his erection against her pelvis. She screamed in his ear, biting down on his cheek, gagging when she drew blood. Theo moaned, he wanted to feel her flesh against his. He snaked one hand down between them and caught the top of her shirt, tearing it open and exposing her breasts. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, he bit down until he could taste her blood. His fingers fumbled with the zipper of his trousers, while her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling to no avail. He let loose of her other arm, pushing the torn, stretchy material of her running pants down around her knees. Her fists pounded at his shoulders, scratched at his face, and tore at his hair.

His original plan was to do this without the need of magic, but it was taking far too long to gain control of the fiery redhead. And as much as he enjoyed the fight, he preferred to get on with the fucking.

Theo unclenched his teeth from her breast, swiping his tongue at the rivulet of blood from her dangling nipple.

Stepping back, he drew his wand. Her body collapsed to the floor, rendered immobile with the simplest of spells. Now, he could take his time. She was to be his first, and it was supposed to be special.

Not wanting his special moment to be on the filthy floor of an abandoned shack, Theo reached down and grabbed her by the ankle, dragging the petite redhead into the cool night air. Stopping when he reached the meadow, he would take her here under the full moon. Here, he could see every expression on her beautiful face, and she could see his.

Theo drew his grandfather's knife from its sheath, and although she could no longer move, he could still see the terror in her eyes. He knelt between her legs in the damp grass and gently ran the blade up each leg, cutting at the material bunched at her knees. Slicing away her clothing until she was bare in the moonlight. Tears trickled down her cheeks, pooling in the hollow of her neck.

Theo stood and stripped out of his clothes. The nervousness that should be there was not. With the knife still in his right hand, Theo lay next to her, stretching out against her body. Cradling her head beneath his arm, he began to place soft kisses along her neck, gentle and playful as if she were his lover. He wanted to taste her, all of her. He wanted her writhing beneath him. Paralyzed she was no fun at all. Sitting up, Theo contemplated for a moment. Maybe if he tied her up, or used Imperio. He had never used the unforgivable curse, not yet anyway. But, he could conjure ropes and tie her up.

Secured and staked out, Theo lifted the petrifying jinx. He expected her to scream. She was silent. He stood over the top of her, the knife balanced in one hand. Dropping to his knees and straddling her chest, Theo tapped the tip of his cock against her lips. "Open your mouth cunt!... And, if you bite me… I'll remove all of your teeth." Theo placed the tip of the silver knife at the corner of her eye, "Then I'll pluck out your eyes... Do you want to lose your eyes Little Bird?"

The redhead quivered beneath him and parted her lips, squeezing her eyes shut. A whimper escaped as his cock touched her tongue. Theo's hands snaked through her hair grasping the back of her head and forcing himself into her mouth. Slamming into the back of her throat, she panicked for breath. Her blue eyes flew open, and her jaw flinched, back teeth scraping the sensitive tip.

Theo hissed and yanked her head backward. Drawing back a fist, smashing over and over. Power surged through his body with each blow.

A vaguely familiar voice hissed in his ear, 'Easy lad, we don't want this to be over too quickly, now do we?'

Slickened by blood spatter, he slid down the length of her body once more. Coming to rest between her thighs, he sat up to admire his work. Spread eagle under the moonlight. Her ivory skin stood out brilliant white against the smears of gore.

Theo reached over to the pile of his clothes and picked up his wand. "Edentulae." Her teeth fell from her slackened jaw like drops of moonlight. Blood poured over her broken lips. Her blue eyes were shining with wild fear.

Smiling, Theo stroked the insides of her thighs dipping his head to her core and inhaling. The smell of her pussy driving him to the edge. His hands shook, and with a tentative tongue he reached out and licked her slit. This time she made noise, a gurgling scream escaped, and she bucked against the restraints. This is what he wanted. Theo buried his face, delving his tongue deep inside her, sucking her clit between his teeth. Her noises of protest changed as her body betrayed her. She screamed and cried out, sobbing as Theo brought her to orgasm.

The voice whispered in his ear again, 'Penetrate this bitch!'

Raging hard from the scent of blood and sex, he thrust into her. She was hot; tight and wet and made Theo's head spin from the sensations. Wanting to taste her broken mouth, he licked at her shattered lips. Moaning at the taste of her cum that still clung to his tongue mixed with her blood. His breath came in short puffs as he groaned and came for the first time.

She lay unmoving, tears streaked her face, and soft sobs wracked her body.

"I've been nice to you …. You manky slag. Stop fucking crying!" Theo growled in her ear.

Finding his wand, he sat up and released the ropes binding her. Sitting back on his heels, with a wicked grin on his lips. Theo twirled his wand and waited for her to bolt. As she scrambled away from him, Theo muttered a 'Levicorpus!" she tried to get to her feet, only to find herself hoisted into the air.

Hanging upside down, and level with Theos cock, "Let's try sucking my cock again, shall we?" Theo tapped his hardened shaft against her face, slickening the head of his cock in the gash on her cheek.

Theo took a handful of her hair and pulled back. With no teeth and a broken jaw, her mouth hung loose, openly dripping blood and saliva. The position met with no resistance. His cock slid easily into her throat, stuffing his balls in her mouth. The muscles in her neck spasmed deliciously as Theo buried himself. Brutally pumping into her face, her screams were vibrating up and down the length of his cock. Her body spasmed, her hands groped for purchase as she hung helplessly against the assault. Theo's mouth came down on her pussy, biting and tearing at the tender flesh this time, and lapping at the blood streaming down her thighs. He threw back his head, and his legs shook as he shot his load into her. Pulling out, Theo stepped back to admire his beauty once more. Opalescent strings of cum streaked down her face mingled with blood dripping into her unblinking eyes.

"Bloody fucking hell!" Theo cursed, slapping her across the face. Releasing the hex, he dropped her to the ground.

The redhead gasped for air, choking. She rolled onto her hands and knees vomiting in the grass. Theo crouched down in front of the fiery muggle," Ready to give in?"

"Fuck you!" She roared, sending the bloody mix into Theos face. Her blue eyes burned with rage.

"Really …..Fuck me?...I could have loved you, you know. We could have had a long, beautiful relationship." Theo had replaced his wand with the silver knife. He stood, slowly circling the woman still on her hands and knees. He stopped behind her, resting his hand on her lower back. Theo kicked her legs apart and dropped to his knees. Feeling his hardened cock against her arse, she started to move. Freezing when she felt the blade at the back of her neck.

Theo began to massage her buttocks sliding his thumb down the crack, pressing at her tightened hole. Moving the hand back up tangling in her hair, he yanked back hard while slamming his cock into her arse, ripping her open, tearing into her. Blood poured down onto his balls while she howled. Her hands clawed at his. Her legs scrambled in the wet grass to escape, impaled on his cock, writhing. Just like he wanted.

When that familiar voice whispered again urging him on, telling him what to do, 'Time to end it.'

The moon was dipping low in the sky, and a pink tint was beginning to show to the east. His night was ending.

Cock still buried deep inside her Theo sat back pulling her with him into an embrace, tangling his legs around her. His arms were cradling her, as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

Kissing her neck softly, "Now this next part, "he whispered tapping the knife against her face, "Well… this next part I'm afraid is going to hurt."

Theo slid the silver knife into the side of her right eye, and viscous fluid seeped from the ruptured globe. He flicked the tip of the knife sending the eye into the tall grass. Her screams turned to the keening of a dying animal as Theo plucked out her left eye. Letting this one slide down, and hang against her cheek. Her struggling halted, leaning back against his chest his fiery redhead finally surrendered.

Theo placed the silver knife in the spot his father showed him. Feeling down her rib cage to the fifth one down, on the left side, 'That's it… That's the one, just under her tit!' The voice whispered.

Theo pressed the knife slowly against her skin. She flinched just the one time and the blade sliced into her. Hot blood poured over his fingers, coating his hand. A wet gasp escaped her lips. Gurgling, her lungs filled with blood and Theo could feel her pulse quicken. Pushing her off him, she landed face down on the ground.

He slid behind her once more and entered her pussy from behind. Her arse now too torn and loose. Fucking her to the beat of her fading heart, Theo shuddered and came with her last agonal breath.

The darkness faded, and the sun began to peek above the horizon. Turning the meadow, a soft grey. A whinny from the shadows pulled Theo back to the present. His world began to spin. He was standing naked in the middle of the meadow.

Blood splashed over the tall grass, some in pools. Covering him, covering her. Clotted in his hair and under his nails. The metallic taste churned his stomach. He needed desperately to rinse out his mouth. Stumbling his way over to Asha, she would have a flask of water on her saddle. Grasping the flask tied to the saddle, Theo took great swigs of the water attempting to clear the taste from his mouth. His stomach lurched, and he dropped to the ground. His head pounded, and he vomited onto the forest floor. Sputtering, gasping for air, Theo lay on his side. Panting, he let the cool darkness of unconsciousness wash over him.

Theo woke to his trousers tossed in his face and his father standing above him, "Time to get up Prince Charming…. Put some clothes on boy. Let's get the mess you made of the Princess cleaned up."

Blinking at the sun, his vision swam and nausea rolled through him. Theo struggled to his feet still sticky with blood and stinking of sex. Pulling on his breeches and dodging his boots as they came flying in his direction, tossed by his Uncle Rabastan. Leaning against the tree next to Asha, he pulled them on. The full impact of what happened in the meadow hadn't sunk in. It was all too surreal.

Theo needed to see her, and he wanted to see her body. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion and spinning at the same time. Voices sounded far off and echoed with laughter. The sun was too bright, birds chirping, butterflies dancing above the blood-soaked blades of grass. It just didn't feel real until he could see her body.

His black button-down shirt floated into his hands, levitated by his Uncle Lucius, "Pull yourself together Son." Approaching Theo, his hand thrust into the cloak pocket. Lucius pulled out his flask, "This will help with the hangover."

"I didn't drink too much last night… Did I?" Raising a questioning brow to his uncle.

"Not the same hangover Son. You may not have overindulged in spirits, but you did on blood lust… Drink this. It will calm your nerves."

Theo tipped the flask to his lips. The burning liquid did soothe his frayed nerves. Just enough for his hands to stop shaking and allow him to button his shirt. Lucius handed him his cloak, neatly folded on his arm, "Your wand is in the side pocket, as well as the knife…. I'll not mention it to your father."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Take another nip from that flask and go help clean up….. you made quite a mess last night young man, and we wouldn't want the muggle authorities getting involved."

Theo's head still throbbed, he needed a shower, food and most defiantly a nap. This was worse than too much fire whiskey. It was right up there with the time he and Draco had nicked a bottle of tequila from a muggle shop. At the time, he didn't think anything could be worse than that tequila hangover. He was wrong.

"Theodore!" His father barked at him.

Theo groaned," Coming!"

He took another sip from the offered flask and walked into the blinding sunlight of the meadow. With its damned butterflies and daisies, bloodstained grass and a dead girl.