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They stand outside the windows, shadows lurking in the cover of darkness, letting the ammonia and burnt coffee scent of the child's fear wash over them.
It's a struggle not to kill him right here, but they know the brat must live a little longer.
The child is no threat to them, no challenge. Ten have passed before him in this, older, wiser, younger, faster. Skilled ones and weak ones have flashed out in front of this boy's eyes.
The child is insolent, pathetic. The boy has understanding, but does not obey.
The child won't get the chance to disobey again. They will not let it get that far. It won't last that long.
They have never failed, and many more than ten have passed under their hands. But the child needn't know that.
She laughs as the boy retches, weak from the dreams, and sways in mad delight. She has been such for a long time. She has waited to rid herself of this child for over ten years. It is the finale in an act that has been playing for a long time. Since She lost her first.
And now it draws close to the curtain call.
He stands and smiles at her obvious glee, exciting himself in her insane actions.
He shoves Her against the wall, hard, delighting in the pain He has caused. The whelps fear clings to him, he can't wait any longer. He needs it now. He pounds into Her, slamming Her against the wall, growling in sick pleasure as Her fingernails shred His back.
She comes raking Him apart. He buries himself in Her as the whelp screams in the room and He spills Himself into Her.
It's taken the edge off, but he needs more. He needs to cause more pain.
"We'll kill him soon." Luscius smiles as Her eyes glint in anticipation, and Her fingernails dig into His ribcage.
"Soon." Narcissa smiles.
A.N. sorry it's so short, it'll get longerI swear!