Chapter Twelve

Hiding in the dimly lit crevice, her pale complexion glowed with anticipation for the death of her next victim. Her training for this moment had been ten years in the making. Stemming from the many injustices in her childhood. A Mead by blood, a Malfoy by marriage, a mercenary by trade and a scarlet by night. Alicia Marie Malfoy had lived an enormously scandalous life full of discouragement and disapproval by her scatterbrained mother. A mother who had taught Alicia how to successfully use many of her defensive spells when being attacked by one you love.

Shifting uncomfortably, she pulled her wand from her belt. She could see her victim across the alley, his dark features clouded his round face with sharp shadows that danced across his soon to be dead face. Slipping into the alley Alicia silently advanced on her victim, gliding down the dark bricked alley on her toes.

As she got closer to the man she began to recognise the familiar scent of the muggle whisky. For once, alcohol had worked in her favour. Sliding her wand back into her belt she made the irrational decision to 'do this the muggle way'.

Now only a foot away from her victim she pulled a blade from her sleeve. She loved this part. She especially loved the part when their eyes distanced as they came to terms with their fate. In that split second she felt powerful, godlike. She supposed that idea would be the death, of even her. But when playing the reaper you must be willing to accept that the reaper must one day come for you too.

The sharp blade slid easily into his plump form. Sliding gracefully across his throat in a magical rhythm. His face strung in absent horror as he realised his fate.

"Alicia?" he croaked, blood slowly oozing from both his mouth and neck. "Why?"

"Good bye Greg." She smiled sadistically, watching the light fade from underneath his skin. His eyes bulged slightly as she finished him off. Blood spattered across the alley ceremoniously as she pulled her wand out and removed any trace that either magical being had been there.

Greg and her had been in the same year at Hogwarts. The two had even shared a beer once or twice, but alas her pocket was of more importance. A twang of guilt hit her. What would Draco think of her mission tonight? Was it really worth the risk? Especially whilst she was pregnant with their fourth child, well, fourth and fifth. She had yet to tell Draco that they were having twins again. Twins run in her mother's family, it was actually rarer for them to have singular births than it was for them to have twins. Every single pregnancy her mother had been through had been twins. She had been the only singular birth and her mother had blamed that on her father's history of strictly singular births. In all honesty she had no idea how pregnancy or DNA worked so the whole twins' thing remained a mystery to her. All she knew was that she was, yet again, having twins.

She thought about it for a moment. Draco would most likely support her mission tonight, his father had cut him off from the family's funds and they seriously needed the money. Who she really worried about was Adam. She'd only just gotten to know her brother, and from what she could tell, he seemed quite placid. There is no way he would approve of this. She thought. He's a Mead, maybe I should just ask him about funds. Get a better life for these kids, get our arses off the gutter.

"I'm sorry that I'm not sorry Greg." She smiled weakly at her last victim. She had decided, this was the last time. Only official, legal work from now on. She scolded internally.

Her mind wandered effortlessly to the amount of money she had just made for defeating this oaf. And Draco wanted to come with? She thought how unnecessary his presence would have been. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself, and besides this is the last.

"Alicia, my dear" His voice startled her, temporarily distracting her from her thoughts.

"Oh, Gray it's just you." She sighed in relief, "You gave me a fright. You shouldn't sneak up on a pregnant lady, it's not good for the baby." She smiled.

"Oh but my dear, a fright is the least of your worries." The blood drained from her face as she realised.

The Reaper is finally returning the favour.

~ A short chapter that doesn't really explain who and what happened to Adam's half-sister Alicia.

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