Chapter Two

Beautiful Face

A/N: I don't post trigger warnings. But this time, I am. This is a dark chapter that will deal with self-harm and mental illness. And a huge Thank you to my sister across the pond Lioness_Snake the ending was all her idea.

Babble babble, bitch bitch, rebel rebel, party party

Sex, sex, sex, and don't forget the "violence"

Marilyn Manson

Alecto danced alone in a small dingy pub in a back alley of York, spinning in the darkness. The jukebox in the corner belting out the latest tunes. Catching glimpses of Antonin through the swirling thick smoke, dancing with her arms above her head, feeling the freedom of being drunk. Muggle cigarette hanging from her lips, she let her hands twirl in her hair. Tonight, she felt sexy and powerful. Giggling as she stumbled toward the bar for another round. If she couldn't have Antonin tonight, she decided that she would choose someone else. Perhaps Rabastan? He was fit, and she knew he had a thing for her.

Alecto went for a confidence boost. Flirting with the bartender was easy tonight. She slid onto the barstool, a coy smile on her lips. The bartender handed her a refilled pint with a wink.

Sipping at the ale in front of her. The barkeeper had winked and smiled at her. She was pretty, wasn't she? Pretty enough, maybe not in the traditional sense. Not like Narcissa, or even Bellatrix. But she was still pretty.

Did she dare look in the mirror behind the bar? She thought it would be different tonight. The reflection in the mirror, however, reflected a distorted image. Dark heavy brows, her left eye dropping just a bit. The thin dark purple scar ran across her left brow and down her cheek to end at the corner of her mouth. Only contributed to the crooked smile and frizzy hair. No wonder Antonin wouldn't look at her. Alecto scowled back at the image, her reflection reminding her of a gargoyle.

Alecto spun on her bar stool to face the tables where the local slags were entertaining the boys. She was prettier than they were. And yet here she sat alone at the bar. Rabastan now had his hand up the skirt of a blonde muggle sitting on his lap, moaning and writhing. The insipid Bint between Antonin's legs got off her knees and approached Alecto, smiling at her, she motioned for the bartender before looking back at Alecto.

Alecto smiled and held out a cocktail napkin, "Something on your chin Luv."

The girl looked confused, still not taking the hint or the proffered napkin, "You have cum on your face deary. Have the decency to wipe it off." Alecto sneered, shoving the napkin into the girl's hand as she stood up and walked to the loo. She didn't feel like being nice to anyone, especially this dumb muggle slag.

She hated nights like this. Nights when the mirrors all reflected the hatred she had for herself, nights where she couldn't stop guzzling the poison her mind poured into her thoughts. The voices whispering in her ear, sounding eerily like her father. 'Stupid bitch, fat cunt, useless slag, the list went on.

Setting her pint down on the small shelf next to the mirror, she leaned against the sink and stared back at her reflection. The monster stared back with her scared face and snaggled teeth. Her makeup was smeared, her hair a rat's nest, and her clothes never seemed to fit right. She looked fat. She felt fat. Fat and ugly. The bartender was just being nice, and he knew she was with the dangerous men who occupied a substantial portion of his pub.

Alecto rolled up her sleeve, staring at the tiny scars on her arm. Thin silver lines of her own doing from her wrist to the crook of her arm. She pulled out her wand, and with a practiced hand, she retraced those lines. Blood formed its tiny pearls, tributaries forming as they trailed down to fingertips and dotted the ivory sink with rubies.

The tightening in her chest began to loosen, and the self-deprecating voice in her head slunk back into the shadows. The mirror shimmered, and the monster inside retreated, leaving the image of what her practical mind knew as her real reflection.

She ran the wand down her arm as she whispered the healing spells, leaving the wounds open and just stopping the blood flow. She just wanted to feel the sting a bit longer.

Alecto ran cold water over her arm and splashed a little in her hair. With her wand, she tried fixing the black smudges under her eyes and reapplied lipstick. The thin purple scar was barely visible under her concealer. A gift from Antonin during another revel. What she needed to do was sober up and go home. The boys could piss off without her.

Someone pounded on the door, "Oi, some of us have to piss."

"Sorry," Alecto called out. She straightened herself out, tucking the wand up the long sleeve of her muggle blouse. She glanced back. This time the creature stared back, with its grotesque smile.

With the ale in her hand, she took up her seat once more at the bar. Lit a fresh smoke and turned around to see more of the show. Immediately she noticed that the smattering of muggles still present were now confunded. Allowing the debauchery to escalate.

The cum guzzler was back at it, only this time, the little blonde was bent over the table, lying with her head bobbing up and down in her brother's lap. Her skirt up over her hips. Rabastan alternated his fingers and beer bottle in and out of the girl. Playing with her pussy as if he'd never seen one before.

Of one thing Alecto was sure of was that Rabastan was an idiot. She downed what was left in her glass and stood, confidently striding to the table. Might as well join them, she mused. A protective charm surrounded the group, and Alecto felt its embrace as she stood next to Rabastan.

"Well, hello, Luv," Rabastan took her hand in his, kissing her fingertips, "Have you come to join us," He smirked, "Or chastise us?"

"Join you," Alecto smiled back. Rabastan was such a child. Eyes locking with Antonin's, her fingers still entwined with Rabastan's. Her other hand picked up Antonin's whisky downing the amber liquid, and she slammed the glass down.

Of course, she would join them. She would lower her muggle jeans and sit herself on Rabastan's lap. She lowered herself slowly onto Rabastans's cock while she looked Antonin in the eyes. This Alecto thought was her at her most masochistic.

With Rabastan's hot breath against her neck, his cock inside her, all while he finger fucked the muggle slag. The girl's pussy was mere inches from Alecto's face. She leaned forward and licked Rabastan's fingers as they slid in and out of the muggles dripping hole. She gave in to the urge and let her tongue tickle the girl's clit, alternating between that and sucking Rabastans fingers. She drove her tongue deep in the muggle's cunt, lapping at her juices. The muggles legs began to tremble, and Alecto shoved two fingers deep in her ass, then three, pumping them with the same rhythm Rabastan fucked her.

She felt the buttons on her blouse come free, her tits now on display. Antonin had his cock out, wanking while he pinched her nipple. She let them use her body. Wallowing in the degradation. She was no better than these muggle slags. It felt good to be passed around, empowering even.

Leaning back, her mouth found Rabastans, and she kissed him deeply. One hand still fucked the girl's ass while the other stroked Rabastans balls and her clit.

Barty whispered in her ear, "Fist this slag, Luv." His cock was out. He would want a turn with her. Alecto stood up and adjusted her bare ass to Barty, letting him step in behind her while she worked the girl's asshole, pumping harder. Until she felt her hand slip deep inside. The girl's hips bucked, pushing, pumping against her hand.

She felt the muggle girl begin to thrash and looked up. The boys were flipping the girl over to lay her face up on the table. They all wanted a turn. Barty was now on the table, his knees straddling the girl's face, shoving his cock and balls in her mouth.

Someone else had their cock inside her, and Alecto closed her eyes. Someone's hands were in her hair, lowering her face to a cock. She opened her mouth like a good girl. A rough pair of hands grabbed at her hips, and the head of a large cock pushed against her ass. It was Antonin. He loved to fuck her ass. He was rough, pinching and pulling at her nipples, driving hard and fast. She felt his cock swell, pulsing inside her. He never pulled out, always cumming inside of her as if he were leaving her a gift.

This went on till the wee hours of the night. Alecto was numb. Her legs shook, her mouth sticky with cum and whisky. The two muggles were far worse off than she was. They were dead.

The girl was still on the table, blood and cum dribbling from every hole. Her friend lay on the floor in the same condition, broken, ruined, and torn, eyes open and staring into nothing.

Alecto stood in front of the mirror in the loo once again. She stared at her reflection and cleaned herself up. The boys played rough. But nothing she couldn't handle. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and rinsed her mouth out with icy water. She would be sore tomorrow, along with the shame that came with revels. Somehow with the debauchery and degradation came a peace that soothed that gargoyle in the mirror. She smiled at the dark-haired beauty staring back at her and went to help the boys clean up their mess.

Pink light showed on the horizon as they left the pub. Bodies were dumped in a side alley, and everyone apparated home.

Alecto stood under the running water for what seemed like hours. Washing off the stink of the muggle slags and cum. Antonin's deposit was still running down her legs. She would do anything that man wanted. Even if she felt awful about it later. She knew licking that muggle's cunt and fingering her ass would get his attention. He loved to watch her with other women.

Sitting nude in front of her vanity while the gargoyle stared back. All her insecurities crawled from the shadows to whisper in her ear. Regret and shame followed. She would face them all tonight at the meeting. Bella and Narcissa would look down their noses with disdain. They hated her. She was unmarried and looked at by the other Death Eaters as just one of the guys. She had always been one of the guys. A fuck buddy, nothing more.

Antonin didn't care for her. None of them did. She was a joke to them. Just another slag. What was she thinking? That he would fall in love with her. She laughed aloud at that thought. Would she be the next Mrs. Lestrange? Now that was even funnier. She could not face those women tonight.

Alecto reached for the little silver dagger on her dresser and began tracing the scars on her right arm. Blood welled and fell in drops, and Alecto went a bit deeper. Her anxiety slipped away. The deeper she went, the better she felt. She was so tired, tired of the voices and their constant criticism. Tired of the hideous face that stared back at her from any reflective surface. Alecto laid her head on the dresser, watching blood flow freely from the gashes. She took one more look in the mirror. The gargoyle grinned back at her.

Her room darkened, and her vision swam; Alecto laid her head back down. Thinking now that she may have cut a bit too deep. She knew the dagger was cursed with an anti-clotting charm; she was bleeding too much. Blood dripped to the floor; she couldn't lift her head. A single tear ran down her cheek. Would they even mourn her?

All she ever wanted was a beautiful face.

Rabastan apparated to the Carrow estate as the sun began to set. Still randy from last night, he thought he'd swing by for a quicky with Alecto before the meeting. He may not have said as much, but she was his favorite girl. She was so beautiful he could barely breathe around her.

"Ally," He called out, knocking on the front door, "Ally, come on, open the door… I know you're in there."

The Manor stood quiet and dark. Rabastan knocked once more before entering. Inside was just as dark and silent as the outside.

"Ally," He called out, "Ally, are you here?" Rabastan climbed the winding staircase to Alecto's room. Wondering if she might be in the shower. He pressed an ear to her door. Silence.

"Ally," He knocked softly so as not to frighten her. Still, he was met with silence.

"Ally, I'm coming in," Rabastan opened the door slowly. His heart was pounding in his chest. Rabastan froze at the sight before him.

Alecto lay on the floor of her room in a pool of dark red blood.

"No, no, no, Ally, Ally, you can't do this." Rabastan's heart broke into a million pieces. He grabbed the blanket from the foot of her bed and covered her body. He didn't want her brother to see her this way. Dropping to his knees, he pulled her into his lap and cradled her head. Her eyes stared back, unseeing.

"Why Luv? Why did you leave me? I love you, Ally." Rabastan sobbed, "I love you. You can't leave me, please, Ally." Rabastan stroked her long dark hair, "Why? I thought you liked me too."

There would be no Happily Ever After for them. Alecto was gone. He would need to get up off the floor and find her brother. His beautiful girl was gone without ever knowing what was in his heart.