A/N: I know it's been awhile, but thank you to my wonderful beta Bella and all of you who reviewed!
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Lucius Malfoy entered the room like a shadow- fluidly and soundlessly. Elizabeth ran her eyes languidly over him, completely at ease to all appearances. She took it all in- fine blonde hair, the pale and flawless skin, storm-grey eyes, lips curved in a soft smile. He radiated a soft scent and a heat that made her pleasantly dizzy. *Focus,* she told herself. She continued examining him. He was not wearing wizard robes, which Elizabeth knew was unusual, but she had never worn robes, disdaining them in favor of the slightly gothic gowns her grandmother wore.
He stared in astonishment at this girl who wasn't even intimidated by him. He quickly got over it and took a closer look at the person he had to make two bargains with. She had gorgeous auburn hair like her father and bewitching blue eyes- a family trait it would appear. Her pretty face had a hard look about it that he liked. The gown she wore hugged her body tightly, flaring out at the hips, showing the curves in her body.
Madelaine left them alone, which was fine with Elizabeth. She had privately decided that she could eat Lucius with a spoon, figuratively and literally. So what if he was a Voldemort supporter? The whole matter didn't concern her. she could care less if blood was spilt- as long as the drops weren't wasted.
He knew it, knew her weakness for blood. Faith had been the same way. with the vampire blood running throught her veins, how could Elizabeth not feel the same thirst? He knew that as they spoke, she was staring at the veins in his neck, wonderng what he would taste like. He took a small dagger from his desk and slashed a line across his palm, blood sparkling like jewels. He held it out to her, other hand entangling itself in her hair as he drew her closer. He shivered as her tongue flicked across his palm. He let her continue for a moment then drew back. She sat back in her chair, face unchanged.
He laughed softly. He liked her. "You'll make a fine adition to our group, my pretty."
"Who said I wanted to join?"
"You are, aren't you?"
"Why should I?"
"Blood will be spilled, mon cher."
"Will it?" she asked indifferently.
"It is a war."
"A *wizard* war," she pointed out.
"War is war, and if you want it, blood will flow."
"Mud blood," she scoffed.
"Not all of it," he said suggestively. Her eyes travelled to his neck. "Yes, mine if you want it."
"And what do you get out of this?"
He smiled and licked his lips.
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All I have to say is: review and flame if you really want to.
Luv ya!
J. Silver
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Lucius Malfoy entered the room like a shadow- fluidly and soundlessly. Elizabeth ran her eyes languidly over him, completely at ease to all appearances. She took it all in- fine blonde hair, the pale and flawless skin, storm-grey eyes, lips curved in a soft smile. He radiated a soft scent and a heat that made her pleasantly dizzy. *Focus,* she told herself. She continued examining him. He was not wearing wizard robes, which Elizabeth knew was unusual, but she had never worn robes, disdaining them in favor of the slightly gothic gowns her grandmother wore.
He stared in astonishment at this girl who wasn't even intimidated by him. He quickly got over it and took a closer look at the person he had to make two bargains with. She had gorgeous auburn hair like her father and bewitching blue eyes- a family trait it would appear. Her pretty face had a hard look about it that he liked. The gown she wore hugged her body tightly, flaring out at the hips, showing the curves in her body.
Madelaine left them alone, which was fine with Elizabeth. She had privately decided that she could eat Lucius with a spoon, figuratively and literally. So what if he was a Voldemort supporter? The whole matter didn't concern her. she could care less if blood was spilt- as long as the drops weren't wasted.
He knew it, knew her weakness for blood. Faith had been the same way. with the vampire blood running throught her veins, how could Elizabeth not feel the same thirst? He knew that as they spoke, she was staring at the veins in his neck, wonderng what he would taste like. He took a small dagger from his desk and slashed a line across his palm, blood sparkling like jewels. He held it out to her, other hand entangling itself in her hair as he drew her closer. He shivered as her tongue flicked across his palm. He let her continue for a moment then drew back. She sat back in her chair, face unchanged.
He laughed softly. He liked her. "You'll make a fine adition to our group, my pretty."
"Who said I wanted to join?"
"You are, aren't you?"
"Why should I?"
"Blood will be spilled, mon cher."
"Will it?" she asked indifferently.
"It is a war."
"A *wizard* war," she pointed out.
"War is war, and if you want it, blood will flow."
"Mud blood," she scoffed.
"Not all of it," he said suggestively. Her eyes travelled to his neck. "Yes, mine if you want it."
"And what do you get out of this?"
He smiled and licked his lips.
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All I have to say is: review and flame if you really want to.
Luv ya!
J. Silver