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"It's ok Hailey. We are going to be ok. I know you are scared, but we need to go now." She said as she walked towards the young witch.
"I agree Poppet, we do need to go now."
Hermione cursed loudly as she saw Marcus step out from behind a large bush with his wand pointed at Hailey.
"I'm sorry Hermione…" the young witch looked up at her with tears flooding her eyes.
"Don't you be sorry for this dickhead Hailey." Hermione ground out. Her eyes shot daggers at him when she turned to look at him. "Why can't you just die like the rest of your friends Marcus? That would really be doing us all a favour."
Marcus laughed. "I'm sorry once again to disappoint you love. I was able to survive the Great war so tonight is kind of like a picnic for me. I must say I'm rather thankful for the most excellent timing of your dog. He took care of that nasty little werewolf problem swiftly enough and left me free to get what I came for. You, now lets go the car is just over this hill."
He motioned over his shoulder and with his wand pointed at Hailey and Hermione he led them away from Sirius and Remus towards the car that would separate them completely.
Sirius leapt and attacked Remus, using his body to send the werewolf off balance before turning and attacking to subdue him. When Harry burst in on the scene he was immediately taken back to his third year when the very same scene played before him. This time though he was better equipped with spells and quick wits.
Carefully he watched as the two furry creatures fought until he was able to pick the right moment. In his years growing up he learned a few spells that he thought could potentially be useful against werewolves. They were difficult spells as lycans were often immune to some of the common offensive spells, just as they were immune to regular bullets and blades. One particular spell that he had managed to learn was one that imitated the properties of silver just enough to bind a werewolf instead of poison and kill him. It took energy and prep to be able to cast though, so while Harry focused inwards he tried desperately not to be distracted by the battle going on in front of him.
After a few minutes of snarls and fur Harry was finally ready. He poised himself, bracing himself before he suddenly yelled out at Sirius and Remus. "Oy you bunch of dogs! Look over here!" He threw a few rocks at the canines to make a point.
Both muzzles turned towards him and confusion was clearly written on Sirius's face while anger was on Remus's. Finally the moment arrived as Harry watched the muscles in Remus's body coil and start to lunge towards him. Harry cast the spell, aiming the wand directly at Remus and then quickly rolled himself out of the way.
Remus fell to the ground and struggled against invisible bonds as they tightened around his ankles and wrists. They were drawing together as if magnetized until finally when the spell had completed itself Remus lay on his side invisibly trussed. Ankles touched wrists and wouldn't pry apart, in fact it tightened the more he struggled until he finally stopped and lay panting loudly.
Upon seeing Remus incapacitated Sirius shifted back to his human form. "Hermione!" Harry's Godfather yelled out with a touch of hysteria in his voice. He ran around the area trying to find her when the sound of a car filled the air. "Fuck!" Sirius and Harry both cried out at once and the two ran off in the general direction. By the time they made it to the road, all that could be seen was the cloud of dust left by the car that had just left moments ago.
"Nooo!" Sirius yelled out in anguish. "We can't have lost her! I can't have lost her! Not now!" He felt like he was going to be sick and heaved himself over while clutching his belly. Harry watched his Godfather with a pained and angry expression.
"He will not get away with this." Harry growled and reached into his robe to pull out a cell phone. Sirius noticed the motion from the corner of his eyes and lifted his head to watch Harry.
Sirius went to speak but Harry cut him off by raising his hand when a voice on the other line answered.
Bodies, sweat, drinks and music; the club was packed this evening and Kevin was working. His dark blue eyes surveyed the crowd with a keen eye, watching those that he knew would involve his job. Couples were grinding their hips together, as close as they could be without actually having sex in public. These were his prime targets. The women were eager to dance closely to an attractive man, and Kevin knew that he fit that description.
He was by no means a muscle bound jock in stature, but his body was lean and ropey and resembled a surfer. His height was not grand, in fact he was only 5'10" but his stature was perfect for his profession. Tonight he was dressed in comfortable fitting black jeans with a black beater that showed off his physique, a chain hung from his belt and slung from the front loop to the back loop in a big arch that rested on his thigh.
Once again he scanned the crowd and his eyes rested upon Anabel. Kevin dared anyone to find someone as beautiful and exotic as Bel. Her coffee coloured skin was flawless and one could get completely lost in eyes so dark they could almost be called black. She was exquisite and the two had once attempted a sexual relationship, but found that they were more like kin than lovers. So it was that he and Bel adopted each other, becoming each other's siblings and protectors. They both had so much in common and had at one point been the only thing that they could count on in their lives.
Anabel's willowy figure moved with an alluring grace and sensuality on the dance floor and the men around her craved her attentions. Her shoulder length pink hair had strands of blond and black in it and the ends were coarse and uneven from using a razor blade to cut it on her own. Just one of the many skills she seemed to have that, being able to give herself a hairstyle that others would kill for. Kevin couldn't help but smile at his inner thought. He caught the glinting flash of the chain that hung down from her ear to hang just below her collarbone. They were hidden by her hair at that moment, but the chain was weaved through the four earrings pierced on her left ear.
He continued to admire his sister from afar. Tonight she was wearing a shiny black shirt that was entirely backless except for the silver chains that held it in place around her neck, chest and waist. She loved to wear the top because she could show off her tattoos that she loved so dearly. On her shoulder blades were a pair of black spidery looking wings and then on her hip she had a dark fairy with similar looking wings. Because of the black hip huggers that she wore this evening, there was an ample amount of her belly showing and so could be seen around her waist she had a silver chain that was attached to a dangling chain that hung from her navel piercing.
Anabel's skin glistened from the sweat forming on her body as she danced. She enjoyed her work, there was no question about that. Anabel was a creature made for sex and the enjoyment of it in many different ways be it with a man or a woman. This made her one of the most valuable and powerful of the brethren. Kevin couldn't help but smirk and feel pride. Their fingers extended farther than they could ever have dreamed possible and he felt a low chuckle bubble up out of him as he watched the skilled fingers of his sister doing their job.
By the time the poor fool realized that his wallet was missing, Anabel would be long gone, and never once would she be considered suspect. She was gifted, no doubt about that just as he was gifted. The two of them started off like rats as teenagers, but their bond strengthened each of them and soon their family grew and even continues to grow. Not only were they the head of the thieves in England, but their power reached out to France, Germany and Spain.
Each country had its own leader that Anabel and himself appointed, but ultimately they were the ones with the ultimate control and say over their family. They were the proud parents that taught their young to live in the cold cruel world of humanity. They were also the ones to reign in the control. Killing was not allowed unless your life was in danger. On this rule Kevin was strict for danger didn't mean exposure or threats, it meant mortal danger. Any attraction from the police was unwanted and death was sure to have their presence swarming the city and possibly exposing the entrances to their home.
Where was there home? Home was located beneath the city in the many tunnels and rooms to be found deep beneath it. Kevin had stumbled upon one of the entrances when he was younger and took refuge in an underground city thought to be long gone. It was amazing how humans could start over by rebuilding over top of the old. There was the odd location that had been discovered by the general public, such as the underground city in Edinborough. This section had been shut off by their family and was now being used by the general public for the ever popular ghost tours. Kevin snickered at the very idea of it and they had all had a good laugh when they started moaning loudly and banging on the pipes when tours were walking through. The family grew tired of their play though and yet still tourists manage to hear the moans, cries and bangs from the ghosts long passed. It was amazing what the human psyche could do when ones mind was susceptible to things.
Scanning the dance floor again, Kevin took note of several other family members working the club. They canvassed clubs in a single night and hit them all randomly when they did. Each member had a limit to what they could take and if he learned that they went over the limit they would be punished and possibly banished. He could not stress enough to his brothers and sisters that if one gets too greedy they expose themselves and they will get caught. They lived by a law, their own set of laws mind you, but there was a moral code amongst the thieves and to break that code was a cardinal sin.
Kevin's thoughts were interrupted suddenly when he felt his blackberry vibrate against his hip. His hand reached around and grabbed it so that he could look down at its display and a frown formed on his face. This was a call he had to take and so he threaded himself through the throngs of sweaty people and made his way to the back door of the establishment. The door was unlocked so he had no worries of getting back in, so he went out into the back alley and dialed a number before putting the blackberry to his ear. Just as the phone started to ring on the other line the door opened again and Anabel slipped out with a concerned look on her pretty face.
Anabel loved her job and life. Never was someone more suited to what she did than she was. Who else could spend their nights dancing with men each night and make their living at it? Every night was a different experience and Anabel loved to soak up every minute of it. Tonight she had felt her brother's gaze on her as she worked the room. He loved to watch her work, and she loved to perform for him. If they had actually been brother and sister by blood their relationship would have appeared almost incestuous. She called him brother, yet admired his beauty with a sexual thrill. His dark blue eyes glittered seductively as they would scan the room and she knew that all the women could feel his gaze like warm chocolate being drizzled upon your skin. Bel loved the little hoop that rested on the edge of his left eyebrow. She found it extremely sexy. The only other piercing that he had was a simple diamond stud in his right ear.
Kevin often dressed in black. It gave him a dark, brooding, sexual air about him and tonight was no exception. The beater clung tightly to his upper body and showed off his muscles perfectly, as well as the tattoo located on his left shoulderblade. The fox head suited Kevin perfectly, as he was sly, crafty and most of all sneaky. The other tattoo his body adorned could not be seen at the moment, but she knew it was there. The ringed tail of a raccoon twined around his ankle marking him as the thief that he is. He was proud of who he was and what he had built with the help of herself.
Her dark eyes kept track of her brother throughout the night, so when she saw him look down at his blackberry with a frown she knew something was up. She followed closely behind him as he threaded through the crowd and when she exited the building it was to see him standing against the wall with the blackberry to his ear. She was about to ask what was going on when his voice interrupted her.
"Hello old friend. To what do I owe this honour?" Kevin asked over the phone. Anabel watched as her brother listened. She tried to read the facial expressions that changed repeatedly on his face until she was able to recognize the main ones. Worry, lust and anger. Anabel mouthed the word 'who' to Kevin.
"Anabel and I will be there as soon as we can." He paused listening and then continued again. "Yes, you know we will do everything we can. It should take us about two hours." Another pause, "I will get in touch with you when we find her." Kevin listened once again. "Of course we will find her. Goodbye."
"What is going on Kev?" She inquired.
"That was Harry." He simply said.
"Oh dear God, what has Sam gotten herself into now?" Anabel said with worry in her voice.
Kevin shook his head. "You and that nickname."
Anabel frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well she calls me Tink for crying out loud." She said with a pout.
"And you love it." Kevin purred.
"Just as much as she loves Sam." Anabel responded with a grin until worry set in again. "Fill me in."
"Hermione has gotten herself kidnapped it seems." Kevin said in a serious tone.
"Shit. What the hell are we standing here for then?" Anabel stated.
"Inform Patrick that we are going to Paris. I want him in charge while we are gone." Kevin ordered.
Anabel nodded and entered the club, leaving Kevin alone with his thoughts.
'Hermione.' His mind rolled over the name and warm thoughts and memories invaded his senses. She was probably one of the most unique and open lovers that he had ever had, and to see her again would surely be a treat. He just hoped that they could get her to safety in time. If there was one thing that Hermione had a penchant for it was luring all types of trouble to her doorstep.
He shook his head to stop his wool gathering. There would be plenty of time to recollect their relationship together on the plane to Paris, but for now he needed to contact Renee in Paris and get the family on the look out.