Path to Submission Pt.2: An Evil Revelation
Willow blew on her hands to get them warm again, and glanced longingly at the distant firepit.
No fires tonight, so sayeth their leader, Konstantina. No fires, no bright blue flames to warm even the smallest section of the camp. They had to keep their element of surprise for as long as possible.
Willow blew on her hands again, rubbed them together, and sighed tiredly.
A cold breeze ruffled her long black hair…it came out of nowhere, and it seemed to die just as quickly as it had come.
A moment later, she understood why.
Willow watched as a figure walked slowly, purposely, out of the inky blackness towards where she sat at the entrance of her tent. She held her breath; waiting…knowing who it was before they ever reached her.
The figure drew closer to her, and as it did, she let out her breathe carefully. They stopped mere inches from where she sat huddled trying to stay warm.
"I hear you have something to tell me, love?"
The voice and figure seemed to hover over her though she knew this not to be true.
It was Konstantina's way.
Nodding, she looked up to see the leader of this group of Snatchers staring down her. Woman was tall, elegant in a cool, commanding way …clad in all black, from her leather boots to her leather coat, even the black streak in her blood red hair…she walked in darkness, even during the day.
She had green eyes…so green, that they looked like two perfect emeralds in white porcelain. Willow studied them for a second, grinned and blew on her hands once more.
"Yes, I do." She said after a moment.
"And, that would be, what?" Konstantina tapped her ever present black walking stick on the ground in front of Willow.
"Heard about my old friend today…"
"Oh?"
"Yes, he is with another group of Snatchers not too far from here. Just over by the river…"
Konstantina tilted her head slightly.
"What is his name?"
Willow rubbed her hands together and sneered.
"Scabior."
"The way you say his name, love, makes me think he is far from being an old friend. Sounds a bit more as if he is an enemy."
Willow grinned bitterly.
"At one time he was a friend…" She trailed off abruptly.
Konstantina watched her silently.
"He was much more than a friend, really…lover if you must know."
"I figured as much, Willow." The tapping of the walking stick on the hard dirt mesmerized Willow.
"I'm certain you did, Konstantina."
The woman laughed softly.
"Tell me about him, love. What is he like? What does he look like? You say he is a Snatcher?"
Willow nodded.
"Yeah, he is a Snatcher. Excellent one, too. Hunt's by scent, as well as by the usual methods. He can find just about any Muggle, Mudblood that appears on the lists."
Konstantina hummed her reply.
Tap, tap…
Willow hurried on.
"He's quite good looking…long, dark hair with a bright red streak on the right side of his head. Beautiful blue-grey eyes, that always seem to look at you with contempt, lust and disgust. He keeps his hair tied back, but a lot of it falls round his face…"
Tap, tap, tap…
"He has a rugged, handsome face…usually pale, but that depends on if he's been out during the day. If I remember correctly, he prefers to hunt them at night, though he will do so during the day…it all depends on his mood at the time."
Tap, tap, tap…
"Unshaven normally…just stumble, likes to keep it that way." Willow paused to catch her breath. "He wears a strange assortment of clothing, a black-blue leather coat, fingerless leather glove on his left hand, an odd sort of vest and…"
Willow was trying not to snickered at the next part of her description.
Tap, tap, tap…
"Wears brownish-grey very tight plaid pants…" She did snicker this time. Konstantina stared hard at her. Willow noticed the look on the woman's face, and hurriedly corrected herself.
"Don't get me wrong, he looks damn good in them…damn good in the entire get up…"
Konstantina nodded.
"He sounds lovely."
Tap, tap, tap…
Willow eyed the walking stick. She knew that Konstantina only tapped it this much, when something bothered her…
Or, when something excited her.
Which was this?
"He's hard to handle, cruel, selfish, blunt, coldhearted…"
"Do go on." Konstantina smiled. A flash of perfectly white teeth…and two perfectly, elongated canines.
"Stuck on himself, really. His specialty is the female Muggles, Mudbloods…"
Konstantina cut her off.
"And Blood Traitors."
"Yes, them too." Willow watched the walking stick again.
Tap, tap, tap…
"He likes to have his, erm, way with them…if you know what I mean?"
"Of course."
"Willing or unwilling…"
Konstantina grinned faintly, but said nothing.
"Likes to play with his food before he eats it…likes to make them plead and beg…likes to make them hurt, struggle…until he gets what he wants, and then throws them to the Ministry, where he collects the gold."
Konstantina seemed to be lost in deep thought; she didn't notice that Willow had stopped speaking, until the younger woman said her name.
"Konstantina?"
"Oh yes…he does sound lovely…hard to handle? Hmmm…" Again she was lost in thought. After a moment, a slow, cold smile crept over her pale face.
"Yes, but easy enough to break…"
Willow stared hard at her leader. She knew that smile…she knew that evil streak in Konstantina better than anyone in their group.
She knew many things about her…
"Why love, I haven't had a new toy in ages!"
Willow nearly jumped at the abrupt sound of the woman's voice.
"Of course not, Konstantina."
Tap, tap, tap…
"He will be quite easy to break…" Her green eyes lit up with something akin to pure, evil delight at the mere thought.
Silence followed this revelation. For a moment, Willow didn't think Konstantina was still there, but the ever tapping of the walking stick told her, she was.
"Well love, I will bid you a good eve."
Willow nodded.
"A good eve to you as well, Konstantina."
The older woman leaned down towards her, caught her chin in her long fingered, though elegant hand, and pressed her lips to Willow's. They kissed deeply for a moment…something their leader only reserved for those who were worthy.
And thankfully, Willow could count herself amongst that group.
Konstantina turned on her heel and walked away. Willow watched as she disappeared into a large tent not far from hers.
Finally, she drew her gaze away from the tent and sighed heavily.
It would be a very long, cold night…no fires tonight.
It was a cold one for Willow…and she knew it to be a cold bed Konstantina slept in.
But not for much longer…
Soon her old friend…enemy…would warm that bed…
Scabior…
Would warm Konstantina…
A new toy…to break…
If he lived that long, that is.
Willow smiled at this.