Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me(except Reyana and her family and any other characters you don't recognize). It all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
-pays homage to the vastness of Rowling's imagination.-
Wish I could come up with something as cool as Harry Potter!
Once again I cannot take credit for the title of my chapter. Credit goes to Carter Burwell who composed the Rob Roy soundtrack.
Tonight was the night! Reyana grinned at herself in the mirror. She and her friends were going clubbing like they did every Friday night because it was the only night of the week that Reyana's curfew was extended to 2am. It wasn't the clubbing that excited her so much. It was the fact that her best friend in all the world had finally managed to hook her up with Iain, the guy of her dreams! She sighed dreamily and lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. She'd first seen him 3 weeks ago at their favorite club and had been smitten. He was tall, maybe 6'2" with the most soulful brown eyes she'd ever seen. His hair was dark brown almost black, with a slight curl. And his face...sigh his face...well the only way to describe him would be Jonathan Rhys-Meyers(a/n:Soccer coach in Bend it Like Beckham)only hotter. Reyana was practically quivering in excitement. How Marcy had done it was the 60 million pound question, but all Reyana cared about was that she was going on a real date with Iain! She dressed carefully for the night in a blood red crop top and a black mini skirt and calf high black boots. Her dragon pendent lay right at the swell of her breast, and her thick tresses were pinned and draped over one shoulder. Reyana had never thought of herself as being attractive, but tonight, she was damn hot! Which of course was the idea.
Marcy arrived right on time to pick her up, dressed as usual in bright pink. It was her signature color.
The two girls laughed and talked all the way to the brightly lit club. They pulled into a parking space and hurried up to the door. Reyana was nervous. What if Iain didn't like her? What then? Her whole life would be ruined! She bit her lip and searched the crowds of people as they entered. Where was he? Had he decided not to come?
Marcy squeezed her arm.
"Don't worry sweetie. He'll be here."
Reyana smiled as if to say "Who's worried?", but kept scanning the room. Marcy's longtime boyfriend Trent came up to us and gave Marcy a deep kiss. She wrinkled her nose.
"Blech you guys! Keep it to yourselves!"
Trent laughed and tugged Marcy against his side.
"We're going to go get some drinks. You alright?"
Reyana nodded bravely
"Go on. Iain'll be here soon."
They left, Marcy shooting encouraging looks over her shoulder.
Just then a pair of strong arms circled her waist.
She squealed in surprise, and turned to look into Iain's eyes.
He was grinning at her.
"Come on baby! Let's go get some drinks!"
Reyana smiled, relief filling her. He had come, and he liked her!
She willing followed him to the bar and ordered a hard lemonade.
She drank it slowly enjoying the warmth as it slid down her throat.
Iain downed his shot of whiskey and called for more. When it arrived he turned to Reyana and lifted it.
"To a night of dancing and booze"
She laughed and drank to his toast. This was actually rather more fun than she'd been expecting.
Finishing her lemonade she ordered a rum.
After a couple more drinks, she was ready to dance, and pulled Iain onto the floor where they started to dance. Reyana felt the room swirl around her as Iain pressed himself against her. They moved together with the music and she couldn't remember a better evening. His lips were suddenly on hers and Reyana felt herself melt into him. He tasted like the whiskey he'd been drinking earlier, and she couldn't imagine a more intoxicating flavor. She lost herself in his kiss as his hands roamed over her body.
"I never thought I'd see the day!" a loud voice broke the moment, "Reyana snogging someone in public!"
She broke away reluctantly from Iain's lips and glared woozily at her best friend.
"Go away!"
Iain laughed and pulled all the way away from Reyana. She felt the loss strongly.
"I'll get you another rum babe."
He left, dodging people left and right.
"So. What do you think?" Marcy asked knocking back a shot.
Reyana blushed furiously "I like him a lot."
Marcy laughed and proceeded to give her friend tips on how to please him if it should come up.
Reyana was sure she was permanently red by the time Iain came back.
"Drink up love."
So she did. The liquor slid down her throat and into her stomach. Iain took her arm and led her to the table Marcy and Trent were already occupying. Reyana sat and listened to the conversation around her as the room swirled. It began swirling faster and faster and she started seeing colors float in front of her eyes. Her limbs felt heavy and everything seemed to be coming from a great distance. Something was wrong. She shouldn't feel this way! She tried to pry her eyes open but they wouldn't obey and she felt herself fall into the darkness of oblivion.
"Master, Is it time?"
"Yesss... it is finally time."
The shadows swirled and the fire flared. A man knelt before a tall backed chair. He was pudgy and sweat ran down his face.
"I will call my Death Eaters and you will lead them my faithful servant."
"Yes, M-master." he choked out.
"Do not forget," the serpentine voice hissed, "Kill them all! It is time to reveal our full strength. None shall stand before us!"
The rail thin figure in the chair brushed a white finger over the mark on his servant's wrist. The man shrieked with pain as it burned.
Moments later several black-hooded people appeared in the room.
"Master." they intoned kneeling before the chair.
"Rise my Death Eaters." the voice hissed, "It is time to spread death and destruction. Do not fail me."
The robed and hooded figures walked openly down the streets. They carried their wand loosely, ready for the word that would unleash death on the unsuspecting muggles. They reached the small house on the corner of the street, anticipation rising in their breasts.
"Now! Kill them all!"
They burst into the house and within moments the occupants were dead.
Their primary mission accomplished, the Death Eaters fanned out choosing houses at random. A brightly lit building caught their eyes and as one body they glided for it. The doors swung open and they leveled their wands
"Avada Kedavra."
And the screams began.