A Love Not Forgotten
Chapter Five
"You stupid jackass," Raven said, though she looked frankly calm and somewhat amused. "You really ought to be more careful." Raven was standing in the shadows, squinting at him.
"Who are you to talk?" he asked, "you're still in your robes from last night. Come out here so that I can get a better look at you."
"Don't think so, Snape. I'm going to give you your mask and then I'm going homer. I'll see you at the meeting next week."
She threw the mask at him, it bounced off of his forehead and he couldn't see where Raven went.
~*~
I hate the sun… it's so damn bright. And so hot. Raven thought as she Disapparated in her apartment. She quickly abandoned her robes for Muggle clothing, a leather miniskirt, a rather tight red shirt. She put on contacts to hide the rather conspicuous red in her eyes. Finishing the look with a pair of high-heeled boots that went to her knees, Raven waited for the afternoon to pass, waiting for the sun to go behind the hills.
~*~
Irene Miller had fallen on rough times. Once upon a time she had been a promising student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- now she was a hooker. And this was her corner. So- when the tall, dark haired woman started past her, moving her hips in a way that Irene knew all too well she wondered for a minute who this stranger was. She watched as a man went up to the dark stranger, watched as he was led into an alleyway, and watched as the stranger came out alone. "What the…?" Irene stared; sure it was a trick of the light. She knew these streets like the back of her hand. Where had that guy gone?
She waited until the woman was gone and went into what she expected as a deserted alleyway. Living out on the streets had hardened Irene so she didn't yell out right away, though it was pretty close. The young man the stranger had taken with her was still there… or at least his body was. There was a halo of blood around his head.
"Shit… what happened to you?" Irene shuddered and then realized exactly what the stranger must have been. Before she could do anything else something his her in the base of the neck and all was black.
~*~
That night when the police filed their latest report Raven was there to hear them.
"A young woman, probably a drug addict or a prostitute was found dead in an alleyway near a young man, also dead who had died of massive bleeding. The woman's skull had been cracked when we found her… bizarre."