Fenrir Greyback (bd_fenrir) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-08-16 18:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | * august 2006, - complete, fenrir greyback, natasha vladmyre, nymphadora lupin (tonks) |
RP: Howling Around The Neighbourhood
Date: 16 August 2006
Characters: Fenrir, Natasha, Dora
Location: Just outside the warded area
Private/Public: Private
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence
Summary: Fenrir and Natasha have their last bit of fun with Dora before the full moon.
Fenrir watched the procession of werewolves with a sneer on his face. Weaklings. Allowing the Ministry to rule their lives, tell them where to go, what to do, what to be. They could see them from where they were standing, hidden in the shrubs of a hill, their view stretching from the town to the warded area in the forest. A man below seemed to shout something and a mother grabbed her child and ran inside as they passed her house. Yet these werewolves were no threat to her child, those who were would not care for her closed door. Pitiful.
A large part of him was happy to let these pathetic excuses of werewolves stay where they were. If they didn't have the strength of character to break free of the shackles the Ministry or what was left of it placed on them then they deserved their miserable existence. But there was a part of him that wanted to free them, to show them that they could be strong and powerful, that they didn't have to be cowed by the Ministry.
But that was a matter for another time. Tonight was about Lupin and Lupin's mate.
He looked down at the woman he held against him, caressing her hair. She had been fun. It was always entertaining to watch the strong ones crumble and shatter. She was barely seeing through swollen eyes, her body used, abused, torn to pieces. Natasha too looked at her, smiling to herself. She'd have scars for life. Infected scars. She wondered how her so called mate would handle that. How many times had she repeated that her mate would come to her rescue? That he'd kill them for what they did? Two weeks later, at the full moon, and the woman had to know that her fate was completely in their hands.
Of course she could try to scream. Alert her weak husband in the procession below, or the Aurors guarding them. Yet it would do her no good. Her voice would not be heard until there was nothing anyone could do to save her. A simple silencing spell had taken care of that. Natasha idly wondered if she knew that. Had she been awake enough when they brought her here to know she had no hope? To know that there was no way out other than the one they gave her. Did she wonder if they were going to kill her? Or did she think they'd turn her into one of them?
Did she guess that they'd brought her here to cause her husband pain? To punish him for his past betrayal?
Natasha smiled, watching her own mate. Strong. Powerful. Bowing to no one. She nearly shuddered with lust from being close to him alone. She looked up at the sky, the sun was nearly setting. Soon. Soon would be the time to finally break what was left to break. She looked down again, the procession was nearly there, and she watched along side Fenrir and Lupin's half-unconscious mate as the werewolves broke off from the Aurors and the woman with the "clinic" and entered the warded area. A moment later the wards were put up. Just a few minutes to sunset now. They were cutting it close.
It seemed to take forever for the werewolves to enter the warded area and for the attendants to leave. He could feel sunset approaching and he wanted them to be in place before the change began. When they were finally gone, Fenrir rose and slung Lupin's mate over his shoulder and they made their way down to the warded area. He let her drop to the ground and stood over her while Natasha removed the silencing spell.
'You'll scream for us tonight, won't you?' she teased. She smiled, feeling the sun almost setting. It would start soon, she could feel it. She looked at Fenrir, waiting for his cue.
The sun was nearly gone. It was almost time. He looked down at his mate. "Get his attention," he said as he began to strip his tattered robes off. "I want him here and watching while we have fun with his mate."
Natasha nodded, smirking as she started to shed her robes. Behind the wards some of the males started to look at them, uneasy. She lifted her toe and put it in one of the woman's fresh wounds, she screamed with pain. That would get her mate's attention. The change started to hit her the moment later and she groaned as the pain flowed through her.
Dora heard Fenrir's last words to Natasha, and yes, she'd heard everything else and seen what she could out of two swollen eyes, but it was his final words that truly caught her attention. There was little she could do, only because she didn't have the energy to do anything but wish her situation was different. With no wand and a little mastery of wandless magic to begin with, she'd been helpless since the torture had started. Counting on anyone to show up had proven useless. It wasn't that she thought they weren't looking; she simply assumed that they'd not been able to find her. Natasha had simply been right. No one to hear her scream and all that nonsense.
Slung over Fenrir's shoulder as she had been, she'd been barely able to see where they were going, but once he spoke she knew exactly where they were and thought that she knew Fenrir's mind well enough to know what he had in store for her. More of the same, perhaps worse than what she'd been through now that they were in front of her husband.
She looked over just beyond where she was into the enclosure, trying to spot Remus, but there was very little she could see. Her attention was soon diverted when she felt a shooting pain run through her thigh and she couldn't help but cry out. Grinding her teeth, biting down on her tongue, and biting her lip had all ceased to work days ago.
Fenrir dropped his robes to the ground and grinned as the sun slowly sank out of sight. The change hit him and he laughed his way through the shifting of bone and muscle until the laugh became a howl of delight and the wolf stood where the man had once been.
The wolf gave himself a shake and he looked down at Lupin's mate below him. He could smell her far more clearly now - the pain, the blood, the stench of infection, of sour sweat. He would have loved to have licked the blood away from the wounds before making them worse but he'd decided not to turn her. While it would have been amusing to see her reaction and the reaction of her mate, he'd decided that she wasn't worthy of being one of them. She was too weak. Look at how he'd broken her.
He reached out with one paw and fondled one of her breasts, looking up with very lupine amusement to stare at Lupin challengingly. Let Lupin watch as Fenrir did what he wanted with his mate while he was powerless and impotent, trapped behind the Ministry wards, trapped by his own insipidness by kowtowing to those who were his inferiors. He lowered his head and nuzzled at the woman's breasts, licking at them only in places where he would not come into contact with the open wounds. He rolled her onto her back, ignoring her weak struggles, and ran his oddly handlike paws down her body possessively, letting Lupin see that he could not claim his mate because she was under Fenrir's control.
He slid a hand/paw down her stomach, smearing blood and the pus oozing from some of the infected wounds over her skin then he collected some of the mess and used it to slick his way down between her legs and inside her. He let his claws scrape lightly as the slick of blood and pus let the two fingers he'd shoved inside her slide easily. Eventually he pulled them free then he raised his head and met Lupin's eyes as he smeared the mess left on his fingers back into the open wounds.
He felt no need to take her, to claim her in front of her mate. His own far more glorious mate was waiting for him and an alpha male such as himself had no reason to take a omega female. Omega's were the lowest of the low, not worthy of an alpha.
He paused for a moment as malicious amusement flowed through him then set his claws at the top of the woman's chest, just under her collarbones. He sank them into her skin then slowly, brutally, dragged them down her chest then her stomach, the skin parting underneath his claws and the blood welling in their wake. He then moved to one side and abruptly shoved at the woman, rolling her towards his mate, his magnificent Natasha, to let her have some final fun before they went off for more invigorating pursuits.
She had no choice but the cry out when the claws pierced through her skin. It wasn't as if the same thing hadn't happened dozens of times over throughout the week, but they'd been smart about finding the few places where the skin was still fresh enough to hurt. And of course, now, of all times, she wanted to be able to keep quiet. Even as she was, she'd no desire to further agitate the werewolves in the pen. She trusted the warding, but there was always that chance...
Even if Fenrir and Natasha chose to leave her here alive for her husband, her death was an all too real possibility. She could only imagine the well of emotions their little display was pooling up in the other werewolves. Enough to break through? Dora didn't know; she couldn't see clearly enough, though she could hear them. All that noise couldn't have possibly been coming from Fenrir and Natasha alone. If they broke through they were going to kill her and even now she knew she didn't want to put her death on any of them; especially Remus.
Natasha almost whined with pleasure as she watched Fenrir torture the bitch she'd caught for him, pacing back and forward as she was almost unable to remain still. The power radiating from him as he showed his dominance had her filled with lust and she circled both him and the pray, while still watching it all.
Beside them, the wolves were growing impatient, restless, wild. Some howled, some growled and some had started to fight amongst themselves in frustration at not getting to the smell of blood. A female wolf let out a long whine as larger male werewolf grabbed her and claimed her as his. It was clear she was not part of his game, but there was little she could do as he took her, raped her, left her smelling of blood and sex. Natasha would have smirked if she could - she could already see the other males circling the bitch. She would not be left alone after this male was done with her.
Stupid woman. She should have a mate of her own, one to protect her. Of course Lupin couldn't protect his so maybe there was no point with pups such as these.
She glanced at Lupin, then back at her mate, watching him mark the bitch permanently. She shuddered with lust once more as the woman cried out, and leaped of pleasure as Fenrir rolled the woman towards her. For a moment, their eyes met, and then she looked over at Lupin, making sure he saw her as she leaned down, her tongue licking her teeth as she leaned down over the body beneath, taking the woman's shoulder between her jaws. With a flick of movement, she turned to obstruct Lupin's vision, making it looked as if she bit down around the shoulder while she instead to put her paw in the new wounds to make the woman scream herself into unconsciousness.
When she let go, the skin of the bitch's shoulder was still intact, but from where Lupin was, he'd never be able to see that. Let him think they'd killed or turned her. That would give him something to worry about. Natasha looked up at Fenrir, pleasure in her eyes as she gave herself a shake.
There was almost something somewhat... unfair about it. To go through all of this and then have Natasha stop, just there. Honestly, Dora had been shocked that when the moon had risen she'd remained unchanged. She supposed they had their reasons. Revenge, though, that was the point of this, she figured. And what could possibly be better than biting her. That final step to change her into what they knew Remus despised about himself. Why wouldn't they? It would be a perfect and poetic, if slightly contrived, ending to this little performance piece. At least then, Dora thought as her mind spun, she would know why this had been done to her. Then it would make sense.
Not that it would matter to them, she knew, if any of this made sense at all. But it would at least give her the satisfaction of--
She had no idea whether it was a bite or not on her shoulder. Dora only knew that it hurt. And werewolf or not next full moon, Dora gave a hearty scream before passing out underneath Natasha's gaze.
Natasha didn't even see the look in Dora's eyes as she went out, nor did she bother with what went on in the warded area behind her. Instead she focused on Fenrir, letting the woman's lifeless body lie on the ground in full view as she bounded over to her mate, nuzzling him. A moment later they were on their way, leaving the warded are, the pathetic excuse for werewolves and the unconscious Dora on the ground. They had more fun things to spend time on - and a hunt to begin.