Disclaimer: Oh yes, of course they're mine. Just as the sun is made of ice
and money grows on trees. Miss Rowling? If you wish to sue please find
someone else, I can't even afford a lawyer let alone a settlement.
Warnings: Nope, none really, though our good friend 'Killer' is back!
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Four. Hide Or Play?
How could he? It was so cruel, so hurtful. To betray him like that? To rip it all away. It wasn't fair. After everything he'd done, to have it all go so horribly wrong. It just wasn't fair. Surely even monsters deserve peace? Why were they withholding it from him? Why couldn't they just have left it all alone? They had interfered where they weren't so suppose to and ruined everything.
Mortel shifted uncomfortably. He was not pleased. All his hard work, useless. He'd have to start it all over again. But not so soon, he'd have to wait. Wait until they stopped looking so hard. Wait until no-one would suspect. He couldn't afford to try again so soon, not with Draco just being released.
It would look suspicious.
But he wanted to. He watched as the small girl played in her room. She couldn't see him through the window. He'd made sure of that. He'd seen her a few weeks ago and had instantly known she had to be his. He leant towards the glass and tapped the wand on it. The little block house she had been making, fell to the floor. Mortel laughed coldly at her sad expression and revelled in the sight of her tears.
He wanted to touch, to taste, to own. God, how he wanted to. But he couldn't he reminded himself. Not if he wanted to stay out of his hunters' way. They'd be looking. They'd be careful this time. After all the mess with Draco.
He scowled. Only he knew the whole truth, the real truth. He knew what Harry had done. He had made it so Draco survived another day. Had told them about the details of possession. Mortel was angry that his hard work was all in tatters. He had strived so hard to get so far and Harry had turned around and ruined it all.
Harry had been the one to hand Draco over to the Ministry. And then, at the last moment, when it was almost assured Draco would pay the price, and even Mortel had believed it, Harry had been the one to snatch him back. Mere hours before the execution. Mortel was still fuming. Because of Harry he had to change everything, and now he had to wait. But he didn't want to.
He wanted to hold the little girl that he was watching. Hold her as she screamed. Wanted to feel the blood tickle down over his tongue. Feel the peace wash over him again. Stop the emotions in his head. Stop the chaos.
But Harry had made the chaos worse with his ways.
Had made everything worse, and now forced him to wait anyway. It wasn't good. Mortel snarled at the irony. The time when he needed this the most, but it was far too dangerous.
How?
The question jumped around his mind. How is it too dangerous? Mortel tried to shake it away. He knew he shouldn't listen to it.
But .....
Maybe everything would be better if he acted now. Maybe he could, if he changed his plans just slightly. It could still work. And he would be able to think properly.
But no.
At least, not this little girl. He'd have to find someone else. And maybe he could. London was a large place. It didn't have to really be anyone in particular. Or maybe it could be.
Maybe he'd already met the perfect person ......
Mortel took one last look at the small girl and hopped down out of the tree. He thought it all out carefully as he walked. He could go pay and old friend a visit. But it would be dangerous. It would take him very close to Draco, and he knew he really should avoid the blonde man that he'd come to know so well over the last few years. Had to stay away from him.
At least for the time being.
Perhaps, later on, he could pay Draco a nice visit. Clear up a few loose ends, as it were. Fix the blonde right good and proper. Both of them.
Draco and Harry.
Both their faults that Mortel was in pain now. If only they had left it well alone. But no. And now Draco had no memory and Harry had no morals.
Possession. The word bounced around Mortel's head and he sneered. He had been sure the Ministry would have executed anyone, even if they had known of a possession. To make it look good in the eyes of the public. That they had caught a murderer. But no. The blonde man walked around still. After all that Mortel had done to stay free.
And now they'd look for him again. They'd know he was still out there. They'd assume he get himself a new body. Mortel snorted. He didn't need to, he already had a fine body, why should he give it up for another?
They were looking for him in all the wrong places.
That could be an advantage for him. That would keep him safe. For now. Until they discovered the truth. Until they scratched a little deeper on both Draco and Harry. Until they saw what both men kept in their deepest thoughts. The ones you have to dig for.
But for now, it might help conceal him. He nodded to himself and stared up at the large building.
Silently he let himself glide up to the right balcony and looked in on the old lady. The door opened noiselessly and he slipped in. She was reading something. She was weak. He wouldn't need to use all his spells this time. Just the silencing one.
He wanted this one to see him. To hear him.
So she would know who it was who had slipped through their fingers. He raised the wand. "Silencio." He hissed out. Orange light shot to her throat as she turned her head at the noise. He smiled cruelly as she tried to call out, part surprise, part recognition. Swishing the wand again, the nails levitated themselves out of the bag he carried.
Slowly, her eyes widened in a basic understanding and she tried to scream, to call for someone.
He shook his head and stepped closer. He grabbed her frail arm and felt the wrist snap under his grip. Her face contorted in pain.
"You should be more careful, with who you keep company with." He whispered into her ear as she struggled weakly. "You never know who will take advantage of your kindness." She tried to pull away but he walked her backwards, into the wall, making sure that no-one would hear anything and come interrupt. "Do you know who I am?"
She nodded her eyes showing her terror, as he placed her hand out, away from her body, with the back of it pressed into the wall.
"I am the one you hear whispers of. Even in your world, I am feared. I am the one who needs your blood to feel the peace. The one who will come in the night, to judge you. I have judged you. You are far too gentle to live in a world of such brutality. You do not belong. I shall rectify that and gain from it greatly. For the peace I will feel from killing you, I thank you. Even in death you will help others. Don't close your eyes Mrs Starler. You'll miss the show." He laughed coldly.
The bag, with his instruments, hovered closer and he opened it fully, allowing her to see the entire contents. To see what was in store for her.
He gently licked the tear that fell down her face. Or maybe it was sweat, he didn't care.
"You shall make me feel so much better." He whispered soothingly.
To Be Continued.
Warnings: Nope, none really, though our good friend 'Killer' is back!
.
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Four. Hide Or Play?
How could he? It was so cruel, so hurtful. To betray him like that? To rip it all away. It wasn't fair. After everything he'd done, to have it all go so horribly wrong. It just wasn't fair. Surely even monsters deserve peace? Why were they withholding it from him? Why couldn't they just have left it all alone? They had interfered where they weren't so suppose to and ruined everything.
Mortel shifted uncomfortably. He was not pleased. All his hard work, useless. He'd have to start it all over again. But not so soon, he'd have to wait. Wait until they stopped looking so hard. Wait until no-one would suspect. He couldn't afford to try again so soon, not with Draco just being released.
It would look suspicious.
But he wanted to. He watched as the small girl played in her room. She couldn't see him through the window. He'd made sure of that. He'd seen her a few weeks ago and had instantly known she had to be his. He leant towards the glass and tapped the wand on it. The little block house she had been making, fell to the floor. Mortel laughed coldly at her sad expression and revelled in the sight of her tears.
He wanted to touch, to taste, to own. God, how he wanted to. But he couldn't he reminded himself. Not if he wanted to stay out of his hunters' way. They'd be looking. They'd be careful this time. After all the mess with Draco.
He scowled. Only he knew the whole truth, the real truth. He knew what Harry had done. He had made it so Draco survived another day. Had told them about the details of possession. Mortel was angry that his hard work was all in tatters. He had strived so hard to get so far and Harry had turned around and ruined it all.
Harry had been the one to hand Draco over to the Ministry. And then, at the last moment, when it was almost assured Draco would pay the price, and even Mortel had believed it, Harry had been the one to snatch him back. Mere hours before the execution. Mortel was still fuming. Because of Harry he had to change everything, and now he had to wait. But he didn't want to.
He wanted to hold the little girl that he was watching. Hold her as she screamed. Wanted to feel the blood tickle down over his tongue. Feel the peace wash over him again. Stop the emotions in his head. Stop the chaos.
But Harry had made the chaos worse with his ways.
Had made everything worse, and now forced him to wait anyway. It wasn't good. Mortel snarled at the irony. The time when he needed this the most, but it was far too dangerous.
How?
The question jumped around his mind. How is it too dangerous? Mortel tried to shake it away. He knew he shouldn't listen to it.
But .....
Maybe everything would be better if he acted now. Maybe he could, if he changed his plans just slightly. It could still work. And he would be able to think properly.
But no.
At least, not this little girl. He'd have to find someone else. And maybe he could. London was a large place. It didn't have to really be anyone in particular. Or maybe it could be.
Maybe he'd already met the perfect person ......
Mortel took one last look at the small girl and hopped down out of the tree. He thought it all out carefully as he walked. He could go pay and old friend a visit. But it would be dangerous. It would take him very close to Draco, and he knew he really should avoid the blonde man that he'd come to know so well over the last few years. Had to stay away from him.
At least for the time being.
Perhaps, later on, he could pay Draco a nice visit. Clear up a few loose ends, as it were. Fix the blonde right good and proper. Both of them.
Draco and Harry.
Both their faults that Mortel was in pain now. If only they had left it well alone. But no. And now Draco had no memory and Harry had no morals.
Possession. The word bounced around Mortel's head and he sneered. He had been sure the Ministry would have executed anyone, even if they had known of a possession. To make it look good in the eyes of the public. That they had caught a murderer. But no. The blonde man walked around still. After all that Mortel had done to stay free.
And now they'd look for him again. They'd know he was still out there. They'd assume he get himself a new body. Mortel snorted. He didn't need to, he already had a fine body, why should he give it up for another?
They were looking for him in all the wrong places.
That could be an advantage for him. That would keep him safe. For now. Until they discovered the truth. Until they scratched a little deeper on both Draco and Harry. Until they saw what both men kept in their deepest thoughts. The ones you have to dig for.
But for now, it might help conceal him. He nodded to himself and stared up at the large building.
Silently he let himself glide up to the right balcony and looked in on the old lady. The door opened noiselessly and he slipped in. She was reading something. She was weak. He wouldn't need to use all his spells this time. Just the silencing one.
He wanted this one to see him. To hear him.
So she would know who it was who had slipped through their fingers. He raised the wand. "Silencio." He hissed out. Orange light shot to her throat as she turned her head at the noise. He smiled cruelly as she tried to call out, part surprise, part recognition. Swishing the wand again, the nails levitated themselves out of the bag he carried.
Slowly, her eyes widened in a basic understanding and she tried to scream, to call for someone.
He shook his head and stepped closer. He grabbed her frail arm and felt the wrist snap under his grip. Her face contorted in pain.
"You should be more careful, with who you keep company with." He whispered into her ear as she struggled weakly. "You never know who will take advantage of your kindness." She tried to pull away but he walked her backwards, into the wall, making sure that no-one would hear anything and come interrupt. "Do you know who I am?"
She nodded her eyes showing her terror, as he placed her hand out, away from her body, with the back of it pressed into the wall.
"I am the one you hear whispers of. Even in your world, I am feared. I am the one who needs your blood to feel the peace. The one who will come in the night, to judge you. I have judged you. You are far too gentle to live in a world of such brutality. You do not belong. I shall rectify that and gain from it greatly. For the peace I will feel from killing you, I thank you. Even in death you will help others. Don't close your eyes Mrs Starler. You'll miss the show." He laughed coldly.
The bag, with his instruments, hovered closer and he opened it fully, allowing her to see the entire contents. To see what was in store for her.
He gently licked the tear that fell down her face. Or maybe it was sweat, he didn't care.
"You shall make me feel so much better." He whispered soothingly.
To Be Continued.