Disclaimer:: (again) I do not own any of these characters. (Again) except for Fayeth and Geneviere. (again.)(again.)

AN:: oh, and I appologize for chapter two. it was...well...not pretty. I'll probably rewrite it soon.

Chapter Three:: A Bonafied Death Eater

Fayeth was kneeling on the floor of her completely dark attic, and wincing as she heard the beetles and spiders crawl across the floor. But she remained silent, for she knew just what would happen if she were to complain. She'd be sent back downstairs and never asked to come up again; and despite her gross and eerie predicament, this was the only place in the world she wanted to be. A noise off to her left made Fayeth's heart skip a few beats, but when she turned, she found it was only Nagini and her heart slowed.

His utter silence was eating at her. If it weren't for the eerie chill the room had, Fayeth would have sworn there was no one there but herself, Nagini and the bugs. She couldn't even hear breaths. Fayeth nervously licked her lips, and opened her mouth to speak for the first time since she'd been told to enter the room. But as she did so, she was cut off:

"Fayeth." he said, a slight hiss to his voice. It sent chills of fear and anticipation down her spine and she egaerly focused on every word he had to say. "It is time for you to live up to the name you were given."

"Anything, Lord." she said almost before he was finished. She'd waited so long to be given a chance to prove herself to him, she'd cut off her arm if he asked. Even in the darkness she could see, or rather feel, the smile grow on the Dark Lord's face.

"Good." his voice said from the darkness, "I cannot stress to you the importance of the task you are about to receive, Fayeth. It is absolutely vital that you succeed."

"I will do all You ask, Lord." Fayeth was almost pleading now.

There was another long pause, and Fayeth thought she might break in half with the anticipation. Finally:

"There is a man, an Auror for the ministry, his name is Archie Peters. Dear Archie is up for a promotion to Head of Office." Another long pause, in which Fayeth held her tongue, though it was almost painful not to speak, "I believe this man will get this job, and I want him under my instructions when he does."

Fayeth's mind was racing. She knew what he was about to ask of her, but she wasn't sure she could even preform the kind of magic it would require, and his standards were set so high...

"Use the Imperius curse, Fayeth. And it needs to go undetected." Fayeth nodded and bowed her head low, completely forgetting about the spiders and other creppy crawlies she was now mingling with.

"I will do it Lord." she said. "He shall be yours." she said, forgetting that the task that loomed over her seemed impossible. She focused herself entirely on the reward and what she stood to gain from it. And that focus was able to force her to think clearly, without an distraction for the first time since she'd walked through the door.

"Good. I expect it done quickly." and before Fayeth could add anything else he said, "Do this for me, Fayeth, and you will be rewarded with something that you've craved for a very long time."

Fayeth couldn't believe her ears. She knew what he spoke of, and infact had drawn it on herself with pens and marker many times simply to admire it. She was so thrilled that for a moment she forgot to breathe, and forgot to think, and almost forgot to speak.

"Lord...Lord, thank you." she whispered to the floor as she was still bowed very low.

"Do not forget what I said, Fayeth." he warned. "Do not fail me. And do not let this man be discovered as my servant."

"I wont." she said quickly as she rose from the floor. "It will be a seamless transition, I promise."

She felt him nod and turn quickly towards the window. "Good." he said curtly, "Now leave me, and tell your mother that I require a word before I leave."

"Yes, Lord." Fayeth said, and she quickly but quietly left the room and descended the stairs to meet her mother's anxious face.

"Well?" Geneviere demanded. Fayeth smiled a weary but confident smile.

"He requires a word with you before he leaves." she repeated. Her mother gave her a suspicious look, but let it go and ascended the stairs as Fayeth stood in her spot and looked about at the room.

Her mother had lit a few lamps, but not the magnificent chandelier that hung overhead. So everything in the room had a shadow. It would have been strange and scary to most, but to Fayeth the low lights of the lamps seemed warm and intimate. She walked over to the corner of the room, where two overstuffed maroon chairs faced each other over a coffee table, and sat down in the one with it's back to the room.

Fayeth closed her eyes and breathed in and out quite a few times before allowing herself to think of what she had just been told to do. She'd always been fascinated with the Imperius Curse, so she was definitely not opposed to using it. But she'd never pulled off an Unforgivable. Bellatrix and her mother had tried to teach her the proper way, but it just never seemed to click for Fayeth. It seemed like she just didn't want it enough. But now she wanted it, she had to want it. Her future depended on it, and that gave Fayeth a drive like she had never felt before. And she just knew that drive would carry her through this task and straight back to her Lord to be marked with that most precious marking. She imagined, eyes still closed, what her arm had looked like when she'd drawn the mark her herself those many times. It was a beautiful contrast with her fair skin and dark hair. Fayeth smiled as the drive within her seemed to only grow while she thought of what she could have, what she could become. She knew, deep, deep down inside that this task could either make or break her. But Fayeth refused to acknowledge anything pessimistic. This was going to make her, and make her big.