Bringing Down A Woman: Savage
It was that killer instinct, quite literally so. She loved the way the blood smelled after a fight, the feeling of a quick release, but more importantly, she loved the sight of crumpled, disfigured, bodies. Quite the unnatural thought, especially of a lovely young lady like herself. But she had passed lovely and young some years ago, probably when she first began to give into these thoughts, these feelings.
Before her, three muggles were lying in odd positions; two face down, one face up. Moving towards the body, she knelt and looked into the face of her unsuspecting victim. He had bright green eyes, she noticed, his face frozen into a shocked frame. But he seemed to have a warning in his eyes, a warning for her? What a joke!
No blood tonight; muggles couldn't fight back, they were too stupid. But there was something about this one that made her smile wickedly, just short of a cackle. This man looked familiar, the only thing that was wrong was the fact that he had dark brown hair; this man was the father of one of those Order brats, she was sure. If the man had red hair, he would have been the perfect match of his daughter, Lily Evans.
This was too much. With a flick of her wand, she tossed the other two bodies to the side. Neither of them, both women, seemed to resemble the child. But the father… what a shame, if only the girl had been there to see it happen; then this moment would have been perfect.
Foolish little hero creatures. He was an idiot, just like every other man; but that's how it had happened so wonderful. He shared that sense of pride and stubbornness with his precious little girl. They all thought they could be heroes, but they were only fooling themselves. What was a muggle like him going to do to her?
"Oh, silly man. But don't worry, poor old man, you're daughter will be joining you soon…" Yes, soon enough the Dark Lord would have them all.
As for his wife, oh, she would have her day too. Poor thing would be heartbroken, wouldn't she? Such a shame, wasn't it? Well she would have to see to it that she was put out of such misery. He had come rushing out at the screams, which house…
Her dark brown eyes scanned the two rows of houses. Why not just get them all, wipe them all out; that would definitely please the Dark Lord. A great number of victims, two very valuable among them…
The witch turned and faced the left side of the street, such quaint little houses. So late at night, they would all be in bed. This would be like child's play. Her wand raised, she made her way towards the first house, but stopped when she heard something move a few paces down, the bush in front of the next house. Something, someone was there.
With a whisper, her wand lit at its tip, illuminating the path in front of her as she turned, a wicked smile on her face. There was her first victim, but perhaps if it was the woman she was in search of, the others would be spared. For now.
"Come out. I know you're in there." She made her voice intolerably sweet and friendly, though it would do little, considering she had the suspicion that the person in question had seen her kill the others, with nothing but a flash of green light. Poor, pathetic creatures. "Don't worry, I promise I won't hurt you." Lies, more lies. Anything to catch her prey.
There was a small sound of rustling leaves, the person must have been disentangling themselves from the bushes snares, if not, they'd surely wish that they would have. But before long, a tall, slender woman emerged, her eyes steeled to her. Oh, the defiance, the blazing fire, how valiant, though it would get her nothing but a slower death, definitely not one like the others. Perhaps torture and then death, but perhaps if she cooperated…
"What have you done to my husband?" Her voice was kept low, not to disturb her sleeping neighbors. Silly woman, it didn't matter how much she screamed, nothing could prepare her for what she was about to get. So this was Lily's mother. They looked quite different, but the look in her eyes, there was no question. He daughter had given her the same look only days before, lucky to have escaped with her life. But her mother, this woman, would have no such luck.
"Oh, he's not in any pain, Mrs. Evans." She cackled as the understanding dawned on her that this was no mistake at all. But her countenance returned as she steadied herself, though it seemed quick clear she refused to accept that fact that her husband was gone.
"You vile witch."
"You'd be careful to watch who you're speaking to. I do doubt your daughter would hate to hear you speak so. She might mistake them to be aimed at herself."
Poor, foolish woman, thinking that she could stand up to her. This woman was just as foolish as her daughter, as foolish as her husband, as foolish as all of them. Her lord was powerful, and there was no way anybody could defeat him, and she, one of his closest and most devoted death eaters was likely to be around for quite a long bit of time as well.
"Don't speak of my daughter like that. She's twice the woman you are."
Oh this woman's tongue would be her undoing. Perhaps she was even worse than that daughter of hers.
"Ah, but only half as wise." With a wicked smile the light at the tip of her wand began to dim…
"Avada Kedavra" The green light shot from her wand, hitting its mark, squarely in the chest. That would teach them. That would teach them all… She let out a loud string of strained laughter watching as her victim crumpled to the ground before her.
The world would soon know the name Bellatrix Lestrange…
A/N: This was probably my most difficult to write so far, simply because I would never hurt a fly. But, my latest chapter, not my best. R&R