This contains non-consensual sex, and is a bit dark and violent. You have been warned.
Posting this simply because I haven't gotten that many reviews in so short of a time. You guys are amazing. This whole week is a true test of how much stress I can take, and my only writing right now should be for midterm research paper due next Wednesday. So I'm taking away the distraction for a bit.
Oh, and if you have a Tumblr...I wouldn't mind a few more followers, link's in my profile...
Greyback was pressing her against the wall, running a large hand through her hair roughly, grabbing it and pulling her head up. She jabbed her wand into his stomach, shouting Stupefy, which did nothing. He laughed at her attempt to move him, and she briefly thought he had a shield up in case she would have tried it.
"Come now, you honestly didn't expect Scabior'd be around to always protect you, did you? Or that two Aurors would be a match for a werewolf like me?"
He flung her to the floor, knocking the wind out of her, her wand clattering out of reach. He lunged at her, sitting on her hips and holding her arms down, making it impossible to sit up. His lips attacked her neck and shoulder, biting and drawing blood, licked away by his tongue. His claws tore her clothing away from her body, taking flesh with it. That was the only sound, tearing fabric and popping seams. What was left of her clothes was spelled away, leaving her bare and bleeding under him.
It wasn't difficult to notice he was aroused as he bit hard at her breast, causing her to scream out in pain. Again, more blood.
"That's pain to you?" He hissed, excited at how easy it was to hurt her.
He ran his claws down her arms, over her torso where Scabior had marked her, biting her breasts in several places. Her thighs received layers of scratches and lacerations. His teeth began to travel down, and realizing what was happening, she struggled harder.
A tongue found what it sought, eliciting a desire to get him off her. She thrashed, trying to get free.
All Greyback had to do was hold down her arms and keep his knees on her legs, keeping them spread. He was stronger than her, heavier.
He teased her, and she was disgusted with how her body responded. She couldn't help the tears that came down her face, ashamed although she knew she had no right to be.
It had stopped, for a moment.
"Please, just…let me go. I haven't done anything to you." Riley somehow found her voice.
"It's not about you, you little bitch. It's about sending a message."
She heard the rustling of pants, and tried to struggle free again. No. No, no, no, no, no.
A hand raked across her face from her left eye to the right corner of her lip. Riley stopped fighting, smelling more blood. She could taste the metallic tang from her lip.
She screamed as her entered her violently, without a care. It hurt to scream because it hurt to move the facial muscles. But it hurt to be violated like this too. He thrust into her, over and over, roughly. His nails dug into her thighs, holding her as he continued his rhythm.
She screamed and sobbed, feeling the build-up again. No. She couldn't. This wasn't pleasure. It was not Scabior, no on deserved to give her that feeling except him.
Her body automatically arched up, writhing with a climax. Greyback gave a few more thrusts before reaching his own peak, releasing inside of her.
He withdrew, fixing his pants for a moment before staring down at her.
"Tell Scabior I said hello."
He had left, she knew he had. But she was unaware of her surroundings now. Her vision was blurry, tears rolled down her cheek, her right eye the only one able to see. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to think.
It was so hard to stay awake. She had to. But her eyelid had a mind of its own, closing when she didn't want it to.
The last she saw was a flash of gold as the ring she refused to remove unwound itself and darted off in a streak of light.
The woods were familiar to him. He had been her a mere year before. He was pretty sure he had camped that this same spot at some point. The tree-line looked similar.
He had pitched his tent hours ago, and was staring at the pocket-watch. Riley. He missed her, again. When he had gone away, it was to make sure he was able to keep his cover. But now he was working for the Ministry, had no choice but to follow orders of where he was supposed to go.
He would never admit it, but he worried about her. Two Aurors were easy to overpower.
He sighed, putting the watch back into his coat pocket.
The tent was the same one he had used before, the bed and a sectioned off half-bath in the back, with a large area he had set up with a table and chairs. Papers were everywhere. In a way, it was the same old thing.
The bed in the back only served to remind him of Riley more. He should have taken her with him. At least he'd be with her.
He took a sip of the tea he had made earlier, still hot. He nearly choked when a shot of gold light darted into his tent, and turned back into a ring, spinning until it stopped and fell onto its side.
There was strong magic behind the ring, beside the charm. It was to become a port-key upon finding him, bringing him back to where it had come from. If Riley was in trouble, he'd be dumped outside of the enchantments, right in Diagon Alley, a bit further down than he liked.
He scribbled a note, to be found by the second in command on his small, dinky, four-man-team. Scabior scooped up the ring, and felt the world around him compress and warp as he was dropped in front of the Leaky Caldron.
He ran. He gave no regard to anyone in his way. It couldn't happen again. He refused to let it happen again.
Up the stairs, into the apartment he began to consider his home. Blood. The stench was putrid, bringing an adrenaline rush in a far different way than running had. Panic. He charmed the lights on, and the sight before him sent him stepping back.
Riley, maimed and bloody and clearly having been sobbing through most of her attack. There was a pool beneath her, staining the light floors and reflecting the light cast upon it. The old memory flashed and crossed into the present for only a second. He had sworn to himself that it would never happen again. His Riley, looking like she had been shredded. She was breathing, short, thin breaths. Fighting to stay alive through all that blood loss.
He shrugged off his leather jacket, wrapping her in it as best he could. He brushed the bloody hair out of her face, kissing her forehead and whispering things that were more for his benefit than hers. He took the stairs three at a time, stopping just outside of the Fidelus enchantments to Apparate away.