Disclaimer : I hate myself.
Remus sighed as he traced over his newest scars. Also woundering what he had seen at first. If it ever came to him, it would be enough to help he handle the scars and the hurt and the not-having-Sirius. Remus reached for his brush and started on his tangled locks.
And why had he become a death eater? What made him work his arse off until he was, truley, at Voldemort's mercy? Why would he do this?
Depression.
They had so much in common. Remus-in-denial was so sure that he could make it work. One way or another.
And he would.
"Lupin!"
Icy in tone, yet Remus still found the bit of love in it. Even if there really wasn't any. "Comming.." Remus sqeaked and threw the brush down, rushing out of his-no, -their- bedroom. Past the living room. Into the kitchen. Out of the kitchen and into the library.
Books lay open everywhere. In the middle of the pile was Nagini. "Ah-precious Lupin." Remus never dared to speak up. Never once thought of yelling 'My name is Remus!' Sirus had called him -Moony-. It was better back then.
In Remus's mind, however, it was much better now.
He pushed a few piles aside and reached Lord Voldemort himself. "Dear-dear Lupin. Help me out, would you?"
Of course Remus would. Thats what he did.
Remus reached down and grabbed a vile. Someone had been in to milk Nagini. Venum. Snake vile and spit. Something that could kill a grown man in an instant. It tasted inexplictable.
Remus dumped the contents of the small glass vile into his mouth. Lord Voldemort took his time to approch Remus before drinking right from his Lover's throat. Sick, twisted tounge down Remus's throat. Lapping, sucking at what was Numbing Remus's very soul.
It was all over.
No, not really.