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Sirius looked as if he was to throw up. He had seem many gruesome things in his days but the one he saw that day made the others seemed like a walk at the beach.
Massacre would be too kind a word for it. And so was carnage. But the term slaughterhouse always pops into his mind as he saw the carcasses of the wizards that lived in that house.
There was blood everywhere. Blood, guts and among other things... body parts.
It was a bloody mess, if one could forgive the pun. Not even Voldemort could do something like this. It was almost so... brutal.
"Hey Sirius, take a look at this," Remus called his friend as he bent down on one of the corpses. He was their resident coroner for the moment and was giving the carcass a post mortem.
"What is it?" Sirius asked. Then he paused as he saw the two halves of the man. Right there and then he fought the urge to puke.
"Grizzly sight, isn't it?" Remus smirked.
"What happened to him?" he asked. Inwardly, he didn't want his friend to answer.
"He was bisected, perfectly I might add," Remus gave a wry grin.
"Must be a pretty sharp sword," Sirius said but Remus held up a short, bloodied letter opener. Sirius's eyes widened in realization.
"You have got to be kidding me," Sirius said. Remus shook his head and sighed.
"This is the murder weapon," he said as he stood up. "I don't know whether to be enraged or thank this prat."
"Why?" Sirius asked. "This is a massacre."
"Apparently everyone in this house is a Death Eater," Remus smirked. "An in the middle of a mission to attack Hogwarts I might add."
"Great," Sirius threw up his arms. "We have a psycho nut out there killing people and... probably coincidence," Sirius suddenly said as he reviewed the facts.
"I don't know Padfoot," Remus looked around the room and sighed in distress. "But this attack will be in the Prophet tomorrow, hell maybe it would reach the late edition."
"This is a bloody mess if I have ever seen one," Sirius said. "This is not good. In a sense it is but not this way. This is too much blood. If we can't contain this we may have an angry mob on our hands."
"Judging by the kills, he could slaughter them in a mere moment," Remus looked at the other corpses and turned away.
"Are we dealing with a group or with a singular person?" Sirius asked.
"One," Remus said. "The evidence says that the other men were running away from him. Judging by the distance of each body, it looks like he toyed with them a little."
"A cat playing with the prey," Sirius said.
"Most of the bodies have bite marks," Remus continued his observations. "And some of them were dried out of blood. Sirius, this thing has literally a bloodlust."
"Do you think this have a relevance to my little expedition in Egypt?" Sirius asked. Before Remus could answer, one of the investigators gave a loud yelp. Sirius heard an all-familiar moan of death and hunger. Turning slowly at the source, he saw that one of the corpses was standing back to life.
"I don't think so," Remus said in jest but his eyes widened when the corpse walked towards them.
"Now what?" Sirius asked.
Suddenly, thunder was heard and the corpse had a gaping hole on its torso before it turned to dust. Looking at the source of the sound, Remus and Sirius found a large hole in the wall. Quickly, they ran outside to see who had saved them but no one was there.
Remus saw something glint and walked towards it.
"Sirius," Remus called as he picked the object up. Sirius walked over and saw the object. It was a spent shell casing for a gun. For a 13mm gun. "Should we ask him about this?"
"Let's," he nodded. "But I have a feeling it's not him."
"A strong feeling," Remus agreed.
"We'll talk to him tomorrow," Sirius pocketed the shell and looked at the sky. "We still have a funeral to attend."
*** ***
Narcissa Malfoy didn't shed a tear. She never loved her husband enough to shed one drop. The only tears she had shed for the last decade was from anguish and pain. And it all came from Lucius Malfoy.
She had not been given the choice of marriage. She had been betrothed to him since birth so any other avenues towards love were quashed.
She had been lonely all these years.
And now her husband was dead. There was a memorial for him but only a few came. His parents, her parents, a few colleagues and the aurors.
And she never cared.
Quietly she had broken away from the group and walked to a nearby hill. She sat under the shade of the tree and looked at the people who had gathered by the grave.
When they told her that her husband was dead, she thought it was a sick joke.
Sick in getting her hopes up.
But as they saw the body, then she was surprised. Not that her husband was dead but on the cause of his death.
He had been apparently drained of every liquid from his body. And parts of his corpse had been eaten.
She would have never imagined her husband dying that way. Maybe killed by Voldemort or kissed by a Dementor but not this.
It was inhuman, it was cruel, and it was heartless.
It was perfect for him.
She looked at the grave but never at the people around it. They were there for their own agenda and not because they care. But she didn't mind.
She never thought that she would be free. Free from the grasp of his husband's hand. All she wanted now was to be alone.
But she was even denied that.
For a man in dark clothes stood within the shadow of the tree. Narcissa looked at him with scrutiny but he merely stood there. He was wearing a white muggle double-breasted suit. His overcoat was black and was reminiscent of 18th century London.
His hair was black but his eyes were a pair of violet gems that seemed empty. He stood about six feet and looked no older than twenty-five. Narcissa frowned in the intrusion but he never paid her any heed.
They were silent for a while, neither of them moving or uttering a sound. The service had ended and the people in the grave dispersed and within a few moments, vanished.
Narcissa gave a sigh of relief. No more the stuck up witch façade. No more loneliness.
The wind blew, caressing her face with gentle strokes. For the first time in years she wanted to fly with the wind, free like any bird.
"The wind sings a fine tune today." Narcissa suddenly remembered the man with her and turned to see him. His eyes were closed as he let the wind feel his face, turning his head in every angle to let the wind feel his face. "I missed the music the wind makes."
"I never fully enjoyed the wind until now," Narcissa said as she warmed to the man. He had a husky voice that she thought was sexy. He was not bad looking either. She cursed herself inwardly. She wasn't even a widow for 24 hours and she was now lusting for a man she didn't even know.
What was wrong with her? She must be lonelier than she thought.
"You never know that something is precious until it was taken away from you," he said. God she hoped he wasn't talking about Lucius. But judging by his empty gaze, he was talking in experience.
"I know," she said. She felt like opening up to him and was surprised herself that she thought of that. "This day feels like one of those days that you really experience joy for the first time."
"Today's a good day," the man smiled. He had a nice smile that Narcissa liked. Natural and carefree. The smile she would like to have for herself.
"Do you know the man who died?" she asked. The man frowned in irritation. But his face calmed as the wind touched him again.
"No, do you?" he asked back.
"He was my husband," she said. "He was killed in Egypt while... what was that they told me? He was exploring a tomb when something attacked him."
"I'm sorry," he said in whole sincerity. Narcissa waved it off and looked at him.
"You really are, aren't you?" she said as she saw the sorrow in his eyes. "Almost as if you had killed him." the man froze for a moment. "It's all right. It's not your fault."
"You'd be surprised," he mumbled. Fortunately she didn't hear him.
"What brings you here?" Narcissa asked curiously. "To visit a loved one?"
"Not quite," he sighed. "I can't believe they turned this into a cemetery."
"What was it before?" she asked.
"This used to be a field of flowers where everyone came and enjoy," he smiled. "Love, happiness and joy filled these fields that brightened the unending darkness. This place was untouched by the dark for years." He placed his hands on the tree and closed his eyes. His smile became serene and the moments passed.
"Yes, joy and laughter. Until sorrow passed. One of the people died and made this their cemetery. Then sadness."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Narcissa said as she looked at the cross filled field.
"But this place have memories," he smiled as he looked at her for the first time. "Pardon for being blunt but this tree was witness to possibly a lot of lovemaking. This soil was a great trysting ground for young lovers."
For the first time in years, Narcissa laughed. It was a natural laugh not forced like she had been doing in years. She finally felt free as the pleasure of laughter fill her very being.
She loved every moment of it.
"And you would know that first hand?" she smiled genuinely. Did she just say that? She wished she didn't seem that it was a pass at him. She noticed him blush and he cleared his throat.
"I heard it from... friends," he said making Narcissa laugh.
"Sure you did," she smiled. It felt great for her to loosen up. Like she was living life to the most.
"Still, I wished for those days to come back," he sighed. Smiling, Narcissa stood up and brushed the debris from her dress.
"I'm Narcissa Malfoy," she smiled. Gently the man took her hand and kissed it.
"A pleasure, my lady," he smiled. "I am Bismarck Fuhrer."
"I really should be going," Narcissa regretted to have said those words. She had enjoyed his company and wished it would not end.
"It's been a pleasure," he said. Hesitating to leave, Narcissa looked at him to remember his every feature.
"Where do you live?" she asked quite suddenly.
"I'm a nomad," he said sadly. "I go where the wind goes."
"Farewell Master Fuhrer," Narcissa smiled. "I hope the winds take you by my path." Then she Disapparated.
Bismarck smiled and looked at the spot Narcissa was on.
"It will," he promised. He took out a pair of shades and disappeared into the shadow of the tree.
*** ***
Narcissa sighed as she slumped on her bed. She was rather relieved that it was all over. But was saddened when she left Bismarck alone. She hadn't felt this alive in years.
She smiled as she stretched her limbs on the bed.
Then a small envelope dropped from nowhere rested on her belly, destroying her thoughts.
Because it bore the dark mark.
She knew she had to leave this house. Knew that she had to get away. And she knew where she was going.
*** ***
Alucard sat and read a muggle book. He had a lot of catching up to do and he wanted to thank Bill and the girls for being a good host for him.
He blinked as he skimmed the pages. Seeing what he wanted, he smiled and closed the book.
*** *
Narcissa looked around to the confines of the old castle she had chosen to be her hiding place. She had found it after a friend showed it to her and she couldn't believe that such a castle existed.
It had more wards than Hogwarts and more protection spells that she could ever imagined.
It was perfect but it was not hers.
"I request sanctuary," she called out remembering what her friend had told her. "Protection from evil." Just then the whole castle illuminated.
She had been accepted in the Sanctuary.
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End of 8
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A/n: To all of those who are wondering, the timeline of Entombed is parallel to Guardians of Forever. Though they may cross at some time, it is more of a Bill and Fleur fic.
And it you are confused with Alucard, all will be revealed. In the later chapters of course.
Thanks for the reviews.
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Sirius looked as if he was to throw up. He had seem many gruesome things in his days but the one he saw that day made the others seemed like a walk at the beach.
Massacre would be too kind a word for it. And so was carnage. But the term slaughterhouse always pops into his mind as he saw the carcasses of the wizards that lived in that house.
There was blood everywhere. Blood, guts and among other things... body parts.
It was a bloody mess, if one could forgive the pun. Not even Voldemort could do something like this. It was almost so... brutal.
"Hey Sirius, take a look at this," Remus called his friend as he bent down on one of the corpses. He was their resident coroner for the moment and was giving the carcass a post mortem.
"What is it?" Sirius asked. Then he paused as he saw the two halves of the man. Right there and then he fought the urge to puke.
"Grizzly sight, isn't it?" Remus smirked.
"What happened to him?" he asked. Inwardly, he didn't want his friend to answer.
"He was bisected, perfectly I might add," Remus gave a wry grin.
"Must be a pretty sharp sword," Sirius said but Remus held up a short, bloodied letter opener. Sirius's eyes widened in realization.
"You have got to be kidding me," Sirius said. Remus shook his head and sighed.
"This is the murder weapon," he said as he stood up. "I don't know whether to be enraged or thank this prat."
"Why?" Sirius asked. "This is a massacre."
"Apparently everyone in this house is a Death Eater," Remus smirked. "An in the middle of a mission to attack Hogwarts I might add."
"Great," Sirius threw up his arms. "We have a psycho nut out there killing people and... probably coincidence," Sirius suddenly said as he reviewed the facts.
"I don't know Padfoot," Remus looked around the room and sighed in distress. "But this attack will be in the Prophet tomorrow, hell maybe it would reach the late edition."
"This is a bloody mess if I have ever seen one," Sirius said. "This is not good. In a sense it is but not this way. This is too much blood. If we can't contain this we may have an angry mob on our hands."
"Judging by the kills, he could slaughter them in a mere moment," Remus looked at the other corpses and turned away.
"Are we dealing with a group or with a singular person?" Sirius asked.
"One," Remus said. "The evidence says that the other men were running away from him. Judging by the distance of each body, it looks like he toyed with them a little."
"A cat playing with the prey," Sirius said.
"Most of the bodies have bite marks," Remus continued his observations. "And some of them were dried out of blood. Sirius, this thing has literally a bloodlust."
"Do you think this have a relevance to my little expedition in Egypt?" Sirius asked. Before Remus could answer, one of the investigators gave a loud yelp. Sirius heard an all-familiar moan of death and hunger. Turning slowly at the source, he saw that one of the corpses was standing back to life.
"I don't think so," Remus said in jest but his eyes widened when the corpse walked towards them.
"Now what?" Sirius asked.
Suddenly, thunder was heard and the corpse had a gaping hole on its torso before it turned to dust. Looking at the source of the sound, Remus and Sirius found a large hole in the wall. Quickly, they ran outside to see who had saved them but no one was there.
Remus saw something glint and walked towards it.
"Sirius," Remus called as he picked the object up. Sirius walked over and saw the object. It was a spent shell casing for a gun. For a 13mm gun. "Should we ask him about this?"
"Let's," he nodded. "But I have a feeling it's not him."
"A strong feeling," Remus agreed.
"We'll talk to him tomorrow," Sirius pocketed the shell and looked at the sky. "We still have a funeral to attend."
*** ***
Narcissa Malfoy didn't shed a tear. She never loved her husband enough to shed one drop. The only tears she had shed for the last decade was from anguish and pain. And it all came from Lucius Malfoy.
She had not been given the choice of marriage. She had been betrothed to him since birth so any other avenues towards love were quashed.
She had been lonely all these years.
And now her husband was dead. There was a memorial for him but only a few came. His parents, her parents, a few colleagues and the aurors.
And she never cared.
Quietly she had broken away from the group and walked to a nearby hill. She sat under the shade of the tree and looked at the people who had gathered by the grave.
When they told her that her husband was dead, she thought it was a sick joke.
Sick in getting her hopes up.
But as they saw the body, then she was surprised. Not that her husband was dead but on the cause of his death.
He had been apparently drained of every liquid from his body. And parts of his corpse had been eaten.
She would have never imagined her husband dying that way. Maybe killed by Voldemort or kissed by a Dementor but not this.
It was inhuman, it was cruel, and it was heartless.
It was perfect for him.
She looked at the grave but never at the people around it. They were there for their own agenda and not because they care. But she didn't mind.
She never thought that she would be free. Free from the grasp of his husband's hand. All she wanted now was to be alone.
But she was even denied that.
For a man in dark clothes stood within the shadow of the tree. Narcissa looked at him with scrutiny but he merely stood there. He was wearing a white muggle double-breasted suit. His overcoat was black and was reminiscent of 18th century London.
His hair was black but his eyes were a pair of violet gems that seemed empty. He stood about six feet and looked no older than twenty-five. Narcissa frowned in the intrusion but he never paid her any heed.
They were silent for a while, neither of them moving or uttering a sound. The service had ended and the people in the grave dispersed and within a few moments, vanished.
Narcissa gave a sigh of relief. No more the stuck up witch façade. No more loneliness.
The wind blew, caressing her face with gentle strokes. For the first time in years she wanted to fly with the wind, free like any bird.
"The wind sings a fine tune today." Narcissa suddenly remembered the man with her and turned to see him. His eyes were closed as he let the wind feel his face, turning his head in every angle to let the wind feel his face. "I missed the music the wind makes."
"I never fully enjoyed the wind until now," Narcissa said as she warmed to the man. He had a husky voice that she thought was sexy. He was not bad looking either. She cursed herself inwardly. She wasn't even a widow for 24 hours and she was now lusting for a man she didn't even know.
What was wrong with her? She must be lonelier than she thought.
"You never know that something is precious until it was taken away from you," he said. God she hoped he wasn't talking about Lucius. But judging by his empty gaze, he was talking in experience.
"I know," she said. She felt like opening up to him and was surprised herself that she thought of that. "This day feels like one of those days that you really experience joy for the first time."
"Today's a good day," the man smiled. He had a nice smile that Narcissa liked. Natural and carefree. The smile she would like to have for herself.
"Do you know the man who died?" she asked. The man frowned in irritation. But his face calmed as the wind touched him again.
"No, do you?" he asked back.
"He was my husband," she said. "He was killed in Egypt while... what was that they told me? He was exploring a tomb when something attacked him."
"I'm sorry," he said in whole sincerity. Narcissa waved it off and looked at him.
"You really are, aren't you?" she said as she saw the sorrow in his eyes. "Almost as if you had killed him." the man froze for a moment. "It's all right. It's not your fault."
"You'd be surprised," he mumbled. Fortunately she didn't hear him.
"What brings you here?" Narcissa asked curiously. "To visit a loved one?"
"Not quite," he sighed. "I can't believe they turned this into a cemetery."
"What was it before?" she asked.
"This used to be a field of flowers where everyone came and enjoy," he smiled. "Love, happiness and joy filled these fields that brightened the unending darkness. This place was untouched by the dark for years." He placed his hands on the tree and closed his eyes. His smile became serene and the moments passed.
"Yes, joy and laughter. Until sorrow passed. One of the people died and made this their cemetery. Then sadness."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Narcissa said as she looked at the cross filled field.
"But this place have memories," he smiled as he looked at her for the first time. "Pardon for being blunt but this tree was witness to possibly a lot of lovemaking. This soil was a great trysting ground for young lovers."
For the first time in years, Narcissa laughed. It was a natural laugh not forced like she had been doing in years. She finally felt free as the pleasure of laughter fill her very being.
She loved every moment of it.
"And you would know that first hand?" she smiled genuinely. Did she just say that? She wished she didn't seem that it was a pass at him. She noticed him blush and he cleared his throat.
"I heard it from... friends," he said making Narcissa laugh.
"Sure you did," she smiled. It felt great for her to loosen up. Like she was living life to the most.
"Still, I wished for those days to come back," he sighed. Smiling, Narcissa stood up and brushed the debris from her dress.
"I'm Narcissa Malfoy," she smiled. Gently the man took her hand and kissed it.
"A pleasure, my lady," he smiled. "I am Bismarck Fuhrer."
"I really should be going," Narcissa regretted to have said those words. She had enjoyed his company and wished it would not end.
"It's been a pleasure," he said. Hesitating to leave, Narcissa looked at him to remember his every feature.
"Where do you live?" she asked quite suddenly.
"I'm a nomad," he said sadly. "I go where the wind goes."
"Farewell Master Fuhrer," Narcissa smiled. "I hope the winds take you by my path." Then she Disapparated.
Bismarck smiled and looked at the spot Narcissa was on.
"It will," he promised. He took out a pair of shades and disappeared into the shadow of the tree.
*** ***
Narcissa sighed as she slumped on her bed. She was rather relieved that it was all over. But was saddened when she left Bismarck alone. She hadn't felt this alive in years.
She smiled as she stretched her limbs on the bed.
Then a small envelope dropped from nowhere rested on her belly, destroying her thoughts.
Because it bore the dark mark.
She knew she had to leave this house. Knew that she had to get away. And she knew where she was going.
*** ***
Alucard sat and read a muggle book. He had a lot of catching up to do and he wanted to thank Bill and the girls for being a good host for him.
He blinked as he skimmed the pages. Seeing what he wanted, he smiled and closed the book.
*** *
Narcissa looked around to the confines of the old castle she had chosen to be her hiding place. She had found it after a friend showed it to her and she couldn't believe that such a castle existed.
It had more wards than Hogwarts and more protection spells that she could ever imagined.
It was perfect but it was not hers.
"I request sanctuary," she called out remembering what her friend had told her. "Protection from evil." Just then the whole castle illuminated.
She had been accepted in the Sanctuary.
.
End of 8
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A/n: To all of those who are wondering, the timeline of Entombed is parallel to Guardians of Forever. Though they may cross at some time, it is more of a Bill and Fleur fic.
And it you are confused with Alucard, all will be revealed. In the later chapters of course.
Thanks for the reviews.
