Chapter Thirteen: I am a Death Eater.
Cleo's almond shaped eyes glinted in the moonlight as she emerged from around the corner of the forest. "Cleo!" Jennie popped out of a bush. "Garland. Isn't England just lovely at night?" Cleo said smirking. "Shut up! Come here..." She dragged her into her bush. "Take me to him." Jennie demanded, "And hush up. We could be found."
"Take you...to HIM?" Cleo looked shocked, "Like I could! Straight to him...on such short notice in the middle of the night? I never..." Cleo stopped talking, mouth agape. Jennie held a wand to Cleo's temple. "Do it. I didn't ask you how hard it would be for you. I gave you instructions. Now will you be able to follow through?" Jennie pressed the wand into her head. Cleo nodded gravely. Jennie lowered the wand. Cleo swished her straight, purple tinted raven hair haughtily trying to keep her image crystal clear.
It took a 3-night walk to get to the Dark Lord's lair. It was hidden five towns away in an abandoned bear cave of a delapitated, unused zoo. Cleo strode in the cave, confidently smirking, her nose in the air. "You know? All that time I wanted you to hang out with me...It was my orders. Like I'd ever want to hang out with you. Ew." Cleo said with a sniff, "I don't think he actually wanted you to JOIN him and all. Think he wanted you as a prisoner. Or was that me who wanted you as a prisoner...hm." Cleo said smiling fakely as she came to s well sealed wall where she picked up a wax apple from a bowl of fruit. A "Wall" moved away to reveal a well-hidden and very dark passage way.
Cleo went ahead to alert the Death Eater in charge of guarding the Dark Lord as he slumbered, that they were there and they needed to have an urgent meeting. Finally, she came back down the hallway to the entry where she had left Jennie to wait. She motioned to her to be quiet and follow. They stopped in front of a door. "Wait until they becon us." Cleo whispered.
A few seconds later, the door was opened and Voldemort himself stood tall and proud. "My lord. It is I, your humble servant come to do your will and fulfil an assignment. It is I, Cleo Cobain. Servent of only the Dark Lord." Cleo said respectfully as she knelt before him, head bent. Wow, this guy must be serious. Jennie thought. She had never seen Cleo submit to ANYONE. "Virgencina Garland." He peered at her with a hungry glint in his eyes.
"I-I...I also have come to do your will, my L-L-Lord." Jennie trembled. Did she really want to do this? Did she really have a choice? "Is that so?" He replied bemused. "I have ad-admitted defeat and would like to become one of your loyal servants." Jennie faltered, hoping he would accept her surrender. "I'm glad you see it my way. No time for a proper ceremony! I'm sure you don't mind...I declare you a Death Eater. Now, lift up your sleeve." He grinned . Cleo was still kneeling in front of him. "Good Work, Cobain." He said finally noticing her, "Be gone." Cleo scrambled up from the floor and scurried from the room with one last glance full of malice.
Voldemort grabbed her arm swiftly and gripped it with whitening knuckles. His fingers bit into her flesh and her eyes squeezed shut. He ripped the sleeve off anxiously, as it was bothersome. Jennie winced at the sound of ripping fabric. Latin words flowed from his mouth as naturally as he spoke english. He released his grip and lay a hand upon her upper arm.
An unbearable burning sensation came of it. But Jennie dare not cry out. "Now- Repeat after me..." Voldemort instructed. He fed her the words in pairs, and she complied. Once finished, it sounded like this:
"I, Virgencina Garland do concede to the Dark Lord's athority. I release hold of my free will. I will obey orders and be completely subordinate to the Dark Lord. He is my master, and I a humble servent. Under penalty of Death. I am a Death Eater."
"Excellent. Wormtail-" he beckoned to the short man missing a finger, who had let them in. "Take the girl. I have plans for her. You know where she shall go." He snickered. Wormtail shuffled over, bowed shortly and secured her arms behind her back, and dragged her off.
After traveling down the same corridor for what seemed like hours, they finally reached a dark room, with a single cage in its center. Wormtail fished through his pockets holding her rope bound hands with one of his own. She could have gotten away. But to what avail? He pulled his hand out of his pocket with a satisfied "Ha!" and guided the key into the lock. The door swung open and he thrust her inside. There she sat, miserably and cold for a week. Undesturbed, and without food. In a steel cage, her belongings absconded.
Cleo's almond shaped eyes glinted in the moonlight as she emerged from around the corner of the forest. "Cleo!" Jennie popped out of a bush. "Garland. Isn't England just lovely at night?" Cleo said smirking. "Shut up! Come here..." She dragged her into her bush. "Take me to him." Jennie demanded, "And hush up. We could be found."
"Take you...to HIM?" Cleo looked shocked, "Like I could! Straight to him...on such short notice in the middle of the night? I never..." Cleo stopped talking, mouth agape. Jennie held a wand to Cleo's temple. "Do it. I didn't ask you how hard it would be for you. I gave you instructions. Now will you be able to follow through?" Jennie pressed the wand into her head. Cleo nodded gravely. Jennie lowered the wand. Cleo swished her straight, purple tinted raven hair haughtily trying to keep her image crystal clear.
It took a 3-night walk to get to the Dark Lord's lair. It was hidden five towns away in an abandoned bear cave of a delapitated, unused zoo. Cleo strode in the cave, confidently smirking, her nose in the air. "You know? All that time I wanted you to hang out with me...It was my orders. Like I'd ever want to hang out with you. Ew." Cleo said with a sniff, "I don't think he actually wanted you to JOIN him and all. Think he wanted you as a prisoner. Or was that me who wanted you as a prisoner...hm." Cleo said smiling fakely as she came to s well sealed wall where she picked up a wax apple from a bowl of fruit. A "Wall" moved away to reveal a well-hidden and very dark passage way.
Cleo went ahead to alert the Death Eater in charge of guarding the Dark Lord as he slumbered, that they were there and they needed to have an urgent meeting. Finally, she came back down the hallway to the entry where she had left Jennie to wait. She motioned to her to be quiet and follow. They stopped in front of a door. "Wait until they becon us." Cleo whispered.
A few seconds later, the door was opened and Voldemort himself stood tall and proud. "My lord. It is I, your humble servant come to do your will and fulfil an assignment. It is I, Cleo Cobain. Servent of only the Dark Lord." Cleo said respectfully as she knelt before him, head bent. Wow, this guy must be serious. Jennie thought. She had never seen Cleo submit to ANYONE. "Virgencina Garland." He peered at her with a hungry glint in his eyes.
"I-I...I also have come to do your will, my L-L-Lord." Jennie trembled. Did she really want to do this? Did she really have a choice? "Is that so?" He replied bemused. "I have ad-admitted defeat and would like to become one of your loyal servants." Jennie faltered, hoping he would accept her surrender. "I'm glad you see it my way. No time for a proper ceremony! I'm sure you don't mind...I declare you a Death Eater. Now, lift up your sleeve." He grinned . Cleo was still kneeling in front of him. "Good Work, Cobain." He said finally noticing her, "Be gone." Cleo scrambled up from the floor and scurried from the room with one last glance full of malice.
Voldemort grabbed her arm swiftly and gripped it with whitening knuckles. His fingers bit into her flesh and her eyes squeezed shut. He ripped the sleeve off anxiously, as it was bothersome. Jennie winced at the sound of ripping fabric. Latin words flowed from his mouth as naturally as he spoke english. He released his grip and lay a hand upon her upper arm.
An unbearable burning sensation came of it. But Jennie dare not cry out. "Now- Repeat after me..." Voldemort instructed. He fed her the words in pairs, and she complied. Once finished, it sounded like this:
"I, Virgencina Garland do concede to the Dark Lord's athority. I release hold of my free will. I will obey orders and be completely subordinate to the Dark Lord. He is my master, and I a humble servent. Under penalty of Death. I am a Death Eater."
"Excellent. Wormtail-" he beckoned to the short man missing a finger, who had let them in. "Take the girl. I have plans for her. You know where she shall go." He snickered. Wormtail shuffled over, bowed shortly and secured her arms behind her back, and dragged her off.
After traveling down the same corridor for what seemed like hours, they finally reached a dark room, with a single cage in its center. Wormtail fished through his pockets holding her rope bound hands with one of his own. She could have gotten away. But to what avail? He pulled his hand out of his pocket with a satisfied "Ha!" and guided the key into the lock. The door swung open and he thrust her inside. There she sat, miserably and cold for a week. Undesturbed, and without food. In a steel cage, her belongings absconded.