The Silver Kiss
Chapter Five - Centaurs
Author's Note: Woah, I feel like a writing machine, me of all people updating so soon! I decided to do a small outline and I've got a bunch of chapter ideas ready! Scary! This chapter is pretty gruesome, the rating is going up!
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To say he was scared, would be a lie, he was a brave man, or at least that is what he thought. He was apprehensive, for he knew it would come, and he knew it would come swiftly. He was ready, and possibly excited. That could be a long shot, but one might suggest that after staring into his eyes.
He bottled the bezoar, "highly useful against poisons," he muttered to himself. He stopped and looked around, it was a dreary place, he knew this but, it offered him sanctuary. Among the ingredients he was in charge, he controlled their destiny. He picked up a bottle of cockroaches and leered at them, before placing them back on the shelf. He could not stay here any longer, perhaps a brisk walk would clear his mind, he knew it wouldn't, but decided to any ways.
The air was chilly and he pulled the cloak tightly around him, the grass was wet. He sneered, everyone was six feet under he thought coldly. The fact didn't bother him, it comforted him, he shivered. The moon stared down at him, smirking. It seemed to say, "I know something you don't now..."
"Shut up!" He screamed up at the moon. He decided to do something resourceful, it was a full moon, and he would gather fluxweed, he was low. He began to head towards the forest, he produced his wand, "Lumos." The paths of the forest were ragged, but he knew were it grew, and was unworried. He stopped, a bush had cracked, he stood stock still, listening hard. He mentally kicked himself, it was a just a an animal. The wind slithered among the grass, making them dance. 'A poetic thought,' he thought. He began to walk deeper into the forest, wand ready, his knuckles were white.
He was into a deep clearing, he spotted it and began to gather a small bundle into his handkerchief.
"Hello, my old friend, long time no see," he whirled around to face Avery. He stepped back, "Aren't you glad to see me?" he laughed.
"What's the matter, scared?" taunted Dolohov. He pointed his wand.
"Get away fro me!" he was answered with laughter.
"Aw, he wants us to leave him alone, do you think we should Bellatrix?"
"But, the party is just getting started, in honour of our good friend. I've been looking forward to it for along time now. Don't want to disappoint me, now do you?" Lestrange chuckled..
"Get back!"
"This is going to be long and slow. How I've looked forward to seeing you scream in agony, you treacherous snake!" she hissed, "Crucio!" Blood curdling screams pierced through the night.
"I think it's hurting him Avery, what do you think?"
"I don't know? Maybe a little longer Bellatrix," he replied.
"Then it's my turn!"
"You can wait Dolohov, I've wanted this for along time now," she replied. Blood began to trickle from his nose, and his eyes bulged. "That's a enough of that." He laid there, gasping for breath, his body trembling. The fluxweed sprawled all over the ground.
"My turn," Dolohov hissed, "Inselayus!" The man began to claw his face, muttering incomprehensible words. "You know, even though it's not physical pain it's quite effective isn't it?" The group laughed. Avery walked towards the man and spat on his face, staining his face. He turned to walk away, when he swung around and kicked him in the face. A sickening, Crack! As his boot made contact with his nose.
"I wonder how long it'll take for his ear drums to burst, under Cruico?" Bellatrix asked.
"Only one way to find out." Bellatrix laughed insanely. The curse was removed only to replaced with another. They watched as he slipped into unconsciousness.
"Not as much fun, when they do that, might as well finish it," Avery suggested. The curse was removed and, his body laid stock still. "Who wants to?" Dolohov stepped forward wand raised.
"Avada Kedarva!" A green light illuminated the forest, the trio smiled. They turned to head back to their brooms when Bellatrix stopped.
"One last thing." She levitated his body, and placed it in a tree, in easy view. "There," with that she turned away and began to leave. They laughed.
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"Too often, they kill their own, a waste of space," murmured a man.
"It is their way, they know no other, their birth, was meant to create turmoil," answered yet another man.
"The stars speak of a wave, the light has yet to perish the darkness," the centaur said. He lifted his hand to the man's face, and shook his head, before pulling the limp body onto his back.
"We shall take him to the forest edge, they will know to come, the mark burns bright in the sky," Bane decided. They looked to the sky, a skull stained the stars.
They brought his limp body, and placed it on the forest's edge.
Severus Snape, laid on the wet glass, waiting to be found.
A/N: I know it seems like I'm killing everybody off, I promise I'm not!