(Ha ha it was hilarious getting the reviews on the last chapter, nobody had any idea what to make of Anabella! I am SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! I'm actually quite embarrassed but I've been so busy I couldn't help it. Hope you enjoy this one! :) xxx)

"There's a taboo on saying the Dark Lord's name?" Alison glanced over at Anabella who was giving Greyback a disgusted look as she strolled along, exploring the camp. "'Course there is, easy way o' catchin' the ol' Order Member out." Scabior said back, "But I Would've thought you'd know tha' by now, bein' a doctor n'all, thought you'd be clever enough to figure tha' out?"

"Obviously not then." Alison said dryly as they walked together to the camp fire. "Scabior!" Anabella said sternly as she strutted towards him with a frown on her face. "Zis place is disgusting! It is only dirt and un-organised chaos 'ere, ze tents are filthy, your verewolf is undeniably diseased..." Anabella ran a finger across Scabior's cheek with arousal, pouting her lips, "In fact...if you vere to ask me to make love to you right 'ere, in zis camp..." She threw her hair back down her neck, biting her bottom lip, "...I vould say no." Anabella slapped him with a light force across him cheek, abandoning all her sexy moves.

"'Orrible!" Anabella said loudly, "It is truly 'orrible!"

"Is it really tha' bad tha' you wouldn' sleep with me 'ere?" Scabior said with a smirk in which Anabella returned, "Ah, maybe not zat bad my darling, but we could not, I 'ave a client tonight you see...Landan, he may be a little upset zat our night was interrupted but I vill make it up to him, I am sure he vill not be disappointed."

"No, I'm sure 'e won'...Firewhiskey?"

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"I loved that dress, the white one you gave Scabior for me, it was beautiful." Alison smiled as Anabella played with her hair, "Ah I thought you might need some pretty clothes, vich I see is still true, you dress like a boy." Alison laughed in surprise as Anabella pulled her hair off her face with force and into a bun, "In ze nicest vay possible Alison, you really do...I vill need to get you some new zings, you should come to Diagon Alley and stay vith me bacause it vill drive me mad zinking of you 'ere in an 'idious denim shirt. I mean you 'ave a vonderful figure so you should be vearing nice clothes, not clothes zat look like zey belong to Scabior."

Scabior grinned at Alison who was sitting on the ground at Anabella's feet, "I wouldn' min' tha' Beau'iful, couple o' slutty outfit's'ed really make my day." Landan took a swig out of his glass of Firewhiskey and laughed gruffly, "I tell ya, I'll be coming here to do a lot more snatching in this forest if ya do!"

"Hm there is no way I'll be wearing anything remotely slutty Scabior so I think you'll be alright, I'm just not that kind of girl...would've thought you'd know that by now?" Alison said with a small smile and Scabior replied without words but with a We'll-see-about-that look which made Alison's smile drop.

"No no!" Anabella shook her head, "Not slutty outfits, classy ones." This made Scabior laugh aswell as Landan and Anabella frowned, "Vot is so funny? Just because I am a whore you zink I cannot buy classy clothes? I am very classy I can tell you zat, it is just zat my job requires me to be a little less classy zan usual but I vould not laugh at zat because it is you two who are ze suckers zere. All I 'ave to do is act all zexy and put up vith a lot of idiots and I get to take all your galleons." Anabella stood up quickly then sat down just as quick dizzily which was probably due to all the Firewhiskey in her.

Alison sat up beside her, helping support Anabella as she swayed slightly, "Um Anabella, you just stay put okay..."

Anabella smiled at Alison, planting a kiss on her cheek, "Ahhh Aleeeysun, I 'ave never known such a sweetie...vith such a pretty. Little. Face." She tapped her nose then seemed to study Alison, her eyes narrowing with a smirk on her face, "You see, zis, is beauty..." Annabella tilted Alison's chin towards her, talking in her low, sulty voice"...full, plump lips, pale skin, bright eyes zat scream of innocence yet still say..." She stroked Alison's neck slowly, "...I vont you to do bad zings to me."

The two men sitting opposite Alison and Annabella went quiet and they both looked dark and at the sight of the two beautiful women in front of them. One of the women who had slept with only one of them, the other with both who now had her arm stroking the other's neck.

Alison jerked mere centimetres away for Annabella's touch, leaving her hand in mid air as Alison looked at her with lips parted slightly, a look of confusion spreading along her face, "My eyes don't say that." She said slowly.

"'Ow would you know? You've never looked at 'em from someone else's poin' o' view?" Scabior said to her left and Alison turned towards him, "Yeah, but, I mean, I would know if my eyes were saying that...!"

"D'you reckon?" Scabior said mockingly. Alison replied with a cold look which Scabior only smirked at. "Zat is a very nice zing to 'ave your eyes say Aleeysun I assure you, it could be vorse." Annabella nodded her head tipsily as she pointed to Scabior, "For instance, Scabior's eyes say...look at me an' my charming, ruggedly handsome face..." Annabella squinted at Scabior, "...but he cannot conceal zat 'e iz a very...bad man."

An eery silence filled the camp until a few seconds later Landan snorted and everyone turned to him as he sat drunkly there. "I zink..." Annabella sat slowly up, "...it may be time for us to go right now, Landan?"

Landan nodded and he stood up, taking hold of Annabella's outstretched hand, "It's been good Scabior, we should do this again."

"Ah yes!" Annabella looked directly at Scabior, "I vill send you an oul, an' you vill come over some day, vith Aleysun of course..." She blew Alison a kiss, "I vill see you again Aleeysun 'opefully, you do not find many girls like you zese days...Come Landan." Landan obeyed and he followed Annabella who was walking surprisingly fast and steadily in her heels supporting her tall frame. Landan gave Scabior one last drunken wave as he disappeared after Annabella into the dark undergrowth of the forest.

"You know..." Alison said slowly as soon as she couldn't hear their footsteps any more, "...I was pleasantly surprised with Annabella, she's actually quite sweet."

Scabior raised an eyebrow at Alison, "I wouldn' say sweet, she's a hooker, there's no way she's sweet." He threw a piece of wood into the fire cause it to spark and Alison winced slightly, "Jumpy?"

"No, I'm just...cold." Alison replied icily and Scabior shook his head.

"You can' be cold, wearin' tha' shirt which Annabella was righ' 'bout you know...you look like one o' my snatchers in it."

"It's comfy and I've no reason to be dressing fancily here..." Alison said defencelessly, "...besides isn't that what I am anyway? Like one of you snatchers?"

"Oh no, your not one o' my snatchers, an' don' think tha' you are 'nd tha' you can' jus' dress like one either." Alison frowned and Scabior nodded, "No more stealin' from Greyback's wardrobe eh?"

"I didn-" Alison began but Scabior stopped her, "Your 'ere for lookin' at 'nd tha's all, Beau'iful."

Alison looked startled at his bluntness but Scabior merrily nodded at a small box at Alison's feet, "Give me those cigarette's." Alison studied his face for a moment and he looked expectedly at her as she stood up, giving an answer he didn't expect, "No."

Scabior's eyebrows moved up in confusion and surprise. "No I will not give you your cigarette's ." Alison started to walk in his direction and also in the direction of camp, "Because after all I'm just here to be looked at right?"

Scabior went to grab her wrist as Alison walked by but she was quick in pulling it away, but not too quick. Scabior stood up and pulled her towards him as she tried to slap him away, "I'm sorry Beau'iful, you're not 'ere jus' to be looked at." Scabior said in a serious tone as he looked down at Alison.

Alison stopped slapping in surprise, did Scabior just apologize? She looked up in awe, one of her arms still in mid-slap, "Really?"

"O' course..." Scabior put Alison's raised arm down softly, "...you're 'ere to be played with too."

Before Alison could process what Scabior had said he had pulled he into the tree's with force, pushing her up against the trunk of a tree. "What the hell are you doing!" Alison said, failing to hide the note of panic in her voice.

Scabior pulled his wand out and pointed towards the camp, summoning a cigarette into his outstretches fingers and he lit it with incendio. In the darkness Alison could see the orange sparks of the cigarette lighting up Scabior's hand as smoke billowed softly from his mouth. "You could have done that the whole time!" Alison didn't even realize she was whispering. "N'd wha'? Miss this?" Scabior took a break from puffing out smoke, his body still pressed against Alison's.

"Ugh! Get off me!" Alison failed again to push Scabior's far stronger body off her own.

Scabior seriously shook his head down at her, "This is my camp Beaui'ful, you need to realize tha'."

"I-I do Scabior, I know this is your camp..." Alison said, still in a whisper, "...just let me go."

Scabior was silent for a moment as Alison silently held her breath as she could see him studying her. He took a deep puff from his cigarette, still looking at Alison and as he blew it out he spoke lowly, "Take off your top."

Alison opened and closed her mouth, trying to adjust, "I-..Tak-...no!"

She waited for a snappy comeback but it didn't come, Scabior waited a moment before answering slowly and unforgiving, "If you do what I tell you to, I won't hurt you."

Alison looked up at him, having the small urge to cry as she spoke in less than a whisper now, "And, what if I don't?" Even though she already knew the answer.

"Then I will."

Alison closed her eyes for a moment, trying to think of a solution, "Scabior, please don't make me-"

"Alison..." Scabior said, the warning unmistakable in his voice.

"But you're going to hurt me anyway!" Alison blurted out, opening her eyes.

Scabior moved in closer to her, "I won't." Something in the way that he said it made Alison believe it, and for the first time ever...trust him.

Alison nodded and with a gulp took her hand to the first click button and ripped them all open with one swipe, revealing the white tank top she had on underneath. Alison pulled the shirt fully off her, throwing it onto the ground beside her, avoiding Scabior's gaze. It was the same tank top she had worn so many days ago when she hardly knew Scabior, when all she knew was that he was that man who caught her in the forest one night when she was looking for a plant.

Alison stayed still, unsure of what he wanted next but she finally glanced up at him, presuming. Alison reached her arms to the bottom of her tank top, ready to pull it over her head when he stopped her with a shake of the head. "See 'ow much easier it is when you do what you're told Beau'iful?" Scabior took the cigarette out of his mouth and placed it in Alison's hand, "Don' waste it." Scabior gave her a wink before turning and walking off, leaving Alison feeling gratefully confused with the cigarette burning slowly in her hand.