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dh__draco ([info]dh__draco) wrote in [info]darkesthour_rpg,
@ 2008-01-27 21:15:00

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Entry tags:complete, daphne greengrass, draco malfoy, january 2008, marcus flint, npc

RP: What A Troubled Web We Weave
Date and Time: January 27, 2008 - evening
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Marcus Flint, Daphne Greengrass, Lynus Greengrass (NPC)
Location: Malfoy Manor, England
Private/Public: Private
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Blood, Violence, Character Death
Summary: Daphne gets her revenge
Completion: Complete



The room that Lynus Greengrass had been placed was actually outdoors. It was an abandoned, old greenhouse which Draco had not yet gotten around to restoring. Most of the glass had been broken in the roof, and instead of balmy and green inside, it was cold and dank.

Lynus had been stripped naked and placed on a metal chair in the middle of the greenhouse. Draco had been watching for the past hour as the man drifted in and out of consciousness. He had already soiled himself, and his body had ceased in shivering from exposure. It was a torture that Draco had just begun.

He had summoned Marcus and Daphne to the greenhouse ten minutes ago, so they could commence 'negotiations'. Draco took out his metal lighter, inscribed with a serpent, and lit the muggle cigarette he had placed in between his lips. Drawing deeply, he heard the two approaching.

Turning, Draco acknowledged the pair with a nod. He exhaled smoke, which swirled around his head like a dragon's fire.

"He is unconscious. You've just arrived in time to rouse him."

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[info]dh_npc
2008-01-28 03:22 am UTC (link)
A trap. The invitation to Malfoy Manor had merely been a rouse to lure Lynus into one carefully set trap. He stared up at his captor with rage, with confusion. He thought Malfoy and Marcus would be on his side. It was, after all, tradition that a female family member heed the wishes of her eldest male relative.

He could smell his own urine and sweat, his entire body aching and weak from the exposure already. When the other two appeared, Lynus swore violently in French.

"Ah, the whore and her protectors. How foolishly charming." He spat in English, his eyes fixed firmly on the form of his sister...in Muggle clothing.

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[info]dh_daphne
2008-01-28 03:30 am UTC (link)
Prepared for this meeting, Daphne had contemplated whether Penelope's potion or a stiff drink would hold her nerves up through the end. She managed to forgo alcohol and settled on her potion just as Draco sent for both herself and Marcus.

When they entered the "holding" area, she shook her head in dismay...or was that disgust. The stupid man had not even foreseen this trap nor had he the brains to even attempt diplomacy. Not that it would work.

Daphne met her brother's hate-filled gaze with one of no expression. "Lynus." Her voice was level while her palms slicked with sweat. "You have gone too far, as I always warned you would."

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[info]dh_marcus
2008-01-28 04:05 am UTC (link)
Marcus' jaw was set, his teeth clenching and unclenching in a series of violent emotions. When Draco finally sent for him and Daphne, he took a swift draw from a bottle of brandy that was in Draco's bar, not bothering with the niceties of a glass.

He met Daphne in the hallway and with a silent communication, took her hand while they walked outside. Marcus knew what was in store, and though he knew as well that Daphne was ready, he wasn't sure if she was fully prepared to deal with what happened after you killed a person.

Marcus waited. He let Draco rouse Lynus with a bucket full of ice-cold water, watching the man sputter and swear as he came to. When he heard Lynus' next words, Marcus wanted to tear the man's throat out.

Instead, he laughed. It was an eerie sound, even to his own ears - cold, without any joy. But Marcus laughed all the same.

"I can't believe you fell into it, you pompous, arrogant prick."

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[info]dh__draco
2008-01-28 04:12 am UTC (link)
"Yes, he isn't a very intelligent creature is he?" Draco drawled, sauntering near the imprisoned man - bound by invisible ropes of magic. He knelt in front of Lynus, giving the Greengrass brother a long, hard look.

"Not so terrifying now, are you?" Draco cocked his head, his face vacant, almost dreamy as he stared into Lynus' face. "Do you know what true pain is, Lynus?"

Drawing again on his cigarette, Draco relished the taste of the tobacco before exhaling the smoke directly into Lynus' eyes. He then moved his hand, and stubbed the flaming end of the cigarette into the middle of Lynus' bare testicles.

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[info]dh_npc
2008-01-28 04:17 am UTC (link)
Fear slipped into Lynus' heart, and he tried to keep his eyes upon Daphne. His sister was weak, he knew her only strength came from the men flanking her now. If he broke her, if he could make her beg them to spare his life, he would be spared.

But Lynus heard Flint speak and turned sharply to him. Chest heaving with heavy breath, he shouted, tearing at the bindings that held him back.

"Traitor!" Lynus screamed, conviction shining from his eyes. "You and that little whore have done everything you can to destroy me!" The magical bonds did not give, even as Lynus twisted his arms violently.

He glared with hatred at the Malfoy heir, the man whose only crime had been Daphne's adoration of him. "Malfoy this does not include you."

The words cut off as spoke floated into Lynus' eyes, making the man turn his head and cough. He screamed as the cigarette burned into his testicles, arching in the chair that bound him in a desperate attempt to get away.

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[info]dh_daphne
2008-01-28 04:24 am UTC (link)
Daphne brought her hand to her nose, flinching at the terrible scent of burning flesh. She did not waver, however, moving to stand beside Draco. Her hand fell to Draco's arm, shifting him away gently.

"Brother," Daphne said in a falsely pitying tone. "Oh, did that hurt, pet?"

Lynus spit on her. Daphne chuckled, the sound almost alien to her own ears. Dark and haunting, her soft laughter stilled Lynus' desperate attempts at escape.

She met her brother's eyes, aware that both Marcus and Draco were watching her. But Lynus was helpless and she refused to fear him any longer. "This is not about Marcus or Draco, no." She clucked her tongue, giving her head a little toss. "It concerns you and I, doesn't it? Years of abuse, emotionally and yes, physically."

Without so much as changing her expression, Daphne caught Lynus' cheek in a swift backhand. The sound of her hand striking his flesh echoed. "We are going to revisit every hurt you've ever inflicted upon me." Her voice dropped to a nearly seductive whisper, she stroked one finger down his injured cheek before turning away.

Daphne drew her wand from its holster, flipping it elegantly through her fingers. "I scarcely know where to begin."

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[info]dh_marcus
2008-01-28 04:37 am UTC (link)
Watching as Draco stubbed the end of his cigarette between Lynus' thighs, hearing the injured man's high pitched scream of pain, Marcus stood stock still beside Daphne. From the corner of his eye, he saw her flinch and put her hand up - which he didn't blame her. The smell of burnt flesh and hair made Marcus' own stomach turn when he first encountered it so many years ago.

Marcus smiled, his teeth white and gleaming in the moonlight when Daphne backhanded her brother. Lynus swore, and spat - a dark glob hit the cement. Blood. Marcus knew that Daphne probably split the bastard's lip over his own teeth.

He walked slowly, as Daphne drew her wand and stood behind the furious witch. Seductively he drew his hands up along her sides, then cupped her breasts.

"Remember, Lynus. All those years you accused us of fucking each other? You know you were jealous. You know how much you wanted to sink you cock into your sister's body, but you couldn't."

Marcus put his lips to Daphne's ear, kissing it gently.

"Did you ever tell her? How you used to go into her bedroom at night, watching her sleep? Remember the time I caught you, tugging at yourself like the deprived deviant you are?"

He smiled then, taunting Lynus - the man he once called brother. "Guess what, brother. She's as sweet as you could ever imagine and you'll never get to know. Ever."

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[info]dh_npc
2008-01-28 04:48 am UTC (link)
Lynus felt blood pool in his mouth, his face aching and stinging from the hit Daphne dealt to his cheek. He hadn't known she had the strength and guessed the reason lay in the man running his hands all over her body.

Fuming, infuriated when Daphne leaned into Marcus' touch, as though craving it, Lynus swore in French and tore at his bonds. He called them traitors, deviants, the whore and her pimp. But Lynus stilled when Marcus began to speak, his face reddening from more than injury and cold.

Shock came over Daphne's face, but she still turned her head, placing a kiss to Marcus' mouth. Oh, he remembered. When Daphne blossomed into womanhood, Lynus knew the shame of wanting his sister. Marcus had never mentioned those nocturnal visits and now...

"How could I not?" Lynus defended, though his voice wavered. "She seduced me! She was always trying to catch me in her web." His tone took on a note of hysteria as Daphne continued to lounge in Marcus' arms. They were intimate now. Lynus could see the difference, the liberties Marcus took with touching her, the warm reception on Daphne's side.

Lynus felt the pulse point in his throat jump and struggled in his chair. "You are the deviants. She belongs to ME!"

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[info]dh_daphne
2008-01-28 04:56 am UTC (link)
At first, Daphne could scarcely believe Marcus' words. But it all clicked into place. The sudden change in her brother during her teenage years, the hatred and violence. All because he...Daphne could not finish the thought. Disgusting. The very mention of it, the thought of Lynus pleasuring himself while she lay sleeping and unaware made her stomach roil unpleasantly.

But Marcus' little display stroked her power high and she gave into it, touching, leaning, placing that little kiss to his perfect mouth. Lynus was raving, almost mad with rage and Daphne felt a bit of victory bubble up in her chest.

"Why, Beau," Daphne practically purred. "Was that his problem? Lynus wanted to bed his little sister. My, what would the wizards and witches who speak of his 'high class' think if they knew his penchant for incest?"

When Lynus called Marcus all manner of names, she flicked her wand almost negligently. "Crucio." Daphne whispered, leaning up to kiss Marcus again as Lynus screamed through the pain of an Unforgivable.

She released it quickly, wanting to build up and left the safe circle of Marcus' arms. Crouching at Lynus' eye level, she smirked. "I belong to myself, Lynus. You may have thought that I was seducing you, but you were never more than my big brother, gone mad from sinful thoughts."

"You will never have me, Lynus." Daphne flicked her wand again, lengthening the use of the spell until she turned to Marcus and Draco. "This is too easy. What shall we try next?"

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[info]dh__draco
2008-01-29 02:08 am UTC (link)
He looked at Daphne with approval in his eyes. She had been taught in the use of the Unforgivables, and she executed the one well enough. Draco, however, found them to be...unsatisfying.

"Yes, I never understood why my Aunt relished that one so much," Draco told Daphne, as if bored with the proceedings. "I've found other uses of magic which are far more satisfying," he concluded, then went to the back of the greenhouse.

Draco had earlier placed a tubular parcel of fabric on one of the tables in the greenhouse which had served as a surface for planting seedlings. It was made of a heavy material - almost like denim, and had a substantial weight. Draco undid the ties that held the fabric in its shape, then rolled it out over the surface of the table. Different instruments gleamed in the moonlight.

Choosing one - a small pair of pliers - Draco proceeded to walk back towards where Lynus was sitting. The man was now panting and shallow gasps.

"For instance, did you know you can simply remove a fingernail and grow it back?"

Draco demonstrated, the tip of the pliers digging into the flesh of Lynus' forefinger on the right hand, then pulling free the fingernail in one smooth yank. Draco then took out his wand, and caused the nail to regrow back into place.

"And again," he continued, performing the act once more, amidst the man's cries of pain.

"And again. It's always just as painful, you realize," Draco said simply.

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[info]dh_marcus
2008-01-29 02:36 am UTC (link)
He had continued to rub and caress Daphne through her muggle clothing while she performed the Cruciatus on her brother. Marcus felt no pity for the man on the receiving end of Daphne's wand. Lynus had caused his sister years of pain and suffering. This was just a taste of her hatred for him.

Marcus watched Draco's sadistic torture with a cool detachment, his eyes moving back and forth from Lynus' hand to the pain stricken face.

Soon his own ears were tiring of listening to Lynus' sputtering, spitting words of hatred and violence.

"Enough!"

Marcus' voice rang out, then he took the pliers out of Draco's hands. "I've had enough of listening to this bastard's mouth," he told the blonde wizard. With a foot pressed against the tender bits between Lynus' legs, Marcus grabbed the man's face and forced Lynus to open his mouth.

The metal of the pliers gleamed with saliva and blood when Marcus finally grabbed hold of Lynus' lying tongue.

The surgery was swift, and instead of letting him choke on his own blood, Marcus cauterized the wound left from cutting out Lynus' tongue - the bloody bit of muscle thrown to the floor.

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[info]dh_npc
2008-01-29 02:43 am UTC (link)
Lynus, shivering with rage, exposure and disgust. His hands bled, throbbing with the pain revisited from the Malfoy brat's cruel abuse. Her Cruciatus was bad, but the other two were worse.

He screamed in French, in broken Russian, sobbed in English. Was the physical torture, the actual pain worse than Marcus and Daphne's emotional torment? Lynus was unsure. The blood loss and cold mingled with fury until his mind was a whirl of half-thoughts and broken memories.

"Bitch!" Lynus screamed. "Traitor! Death Eater! WHORE!"

Who he was shouting at made no difference, but Lynus knew fear straight and true as Marcus' enraged form came closer, releasing his hold on Daphne.

When the fleshy muscle once housed in his mouth hit the floor, Lynus gurgled on a scream. He saw his sister, the lying, traitorous bitch watching with something like amusement.

He tried to choke out her name, to plead, but his tongue-less mouth could not form the words. His head dropped forward, mind threatening to black out from the pain.


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[info]dh_daphne
2008-01-29 02:52 am UTC (link)
Daphne chuckled darkly as Draco removed fingernails only to regrow them and start again. Lynus' screams could not match those he brought from her throat over the last two decades, but they were a balm on her fractured soul.

She played up Marcus' attentions, because she enjoyed them more than for Lynus' benefit. When Marcus cut out Lynus' tongue, silencing the hateful words, she grinned broadly.

"My turn, boys." Daphne ordered in a purr, reaching down to pick up the tongue lying on the floor. "Look at that. One of you best know how to reattach it before we call the Hit Wizards."

Daphne dropped the tongue in Lynus' lap as his head dropped. Moving with serpentine swiftness, Daphne slid up behind her brother, grasping his sweat-slicked hair in one hand and yanking his head up forcefully. He gurgled with the pain, unable to speak without his tongue.

"You hope we'll get caught," Daphne told her brother, tugging on his hair again. He breathed hard, as though her touch sent him into further rage. "We won't." She chuckled again. "Do you think we would set such a trap without a plan? No, brother. Unlike you, we are not stupid."

Daphne released his hair, wiping the sweat on her trousers. She walked in a circle around Lynus, tapping her wand to her chin.

"The other two are so much more inventive than I am." Daphne said thoughtfully, continuing her circle. She pointed her wand at Lynus, casting a quick charm she learned some years ago from a book in Papa's library. A hundred tiny cuts appeared on Lynus' body, causing him to jerk and gurgle in his bonds. "Does that hurt?"

She cast the counter-curse, then started again, the cuts opening in different places. "I've always wondered how that would feel. Why don't you describe it to me?"

Lynus only coughed.

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[info]dh__draco
2008-02-03 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Having readied himself with the sledgehammer by the door, Draco watched with approval as Daphne cast a spell, causing Lynus to be attacked by a series of cuts which appeared wetly on his flesh.

"Very good, Daphne," he drawled, swinging the sledgehammer in his hand. His teeth gleamed in amusement as she further taunted her brother, almost as sadistic as Draco ever could.

"But do not give Lynus any false hope. Since there won't be any bit of his body left once he has been taken care of," Draco told the witch, then drew up the sledgehammer and swung it down onto Lynus' knee with a sickening crunch.

If Draco hadn't performed a silencing charm on the greenhouse earlier, Lynus' screams would have likely reached London. As it was, Draco taunted the man - reminding him that no one could hear his pain save for the three of them...then the sledgehammer went down on the other kneecap, smashing it in a smear of blood and bone.

"Finish it," Draco rasped at Daphne, waiting for her to prove that she was indeed capable of ending the life of another.

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[info]dh_npc
2008-02-03 09:31 pm UTC (link)
Lynus' head had fallen forward once more, the pain now dulling as his body reached it's threshold. He could barely make out the words said around him, his throat aching from screams as Malfoy broke both of his kneecaps.

But as Daphne moved toward him, Lynus managed to raise his head. His eyes, blurry with tears and pain, met the cold green of hers.

Daphne. He mouthed her name, trying to plea with her. Lynus never thought he could fear the weak, sister that came to him from the ashes of war. Marcus and Draco, yes they were capable. But could Daphne be that cold blooded?

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[info]dh_daphne
2008-02-03 09:40 pm UTC (link)
Daphne crouched down, her face now level with her brother's. She stared at him, meeting the eyes that begged her to stop. But Daphne merely tilted her head, inspecting him further as her wand tapped the side of her leg.

Draco wanted her to prove herself, but Daphne knew if she faltered Marcus would finish it for her. She had known from the beginning that this could be the moment of truth. Did she truly have it in her to murder the last remaining member of her immediate family?

Slipping into French, Daphne whispered to her brother. "You ask me for mercy and yet you have spent the last two decades torturing me. What would you have done in my place, brother?"

She took a deep breath, ignoring the men behind her. "Your lust and hatred threatened to destroy me. I will allow this no longer."

Shifting closer, Daphne reached up with her right hand to grasp the back of Lynus' neck. Gently, she placed a chaste kiss to her brother's bleeding lips, her eyes open as he met the gaze with fear. The tip of her wand rested at Lynus' heart.

"Avada Kedvara. Her soft whisper brought green light from her wand as Daphne focused her anger and hatred into the spell.

Lynus went limp in the chair. Daphne stood up, brushing her hands on her trousers. She turned to Marcus and Draco, whom stood behind her. He's dead. Lynus is dead. My brother...

"Will you dispose of the body?"

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[info]dh__draco
2008-02-03 09:58 pm UTC (link)
Draco waited - and was not disappointed as a green flash of magic hit Lynus in the chest. Instantly the eyes that had been filled with fear and pain went blank - glassy orbs that stared into the darkness.

"Yes. Destroy that wand - break it and burn it until it forms ashes, then scatter the ash into the lake nearby," he ordered Daphne.

"Marcus - take her to the house. It's best if I take care of this," Draco said coldly.

When he was alone with the body, Draco took out a wand which was not his and performed a cremation spell which he had been taught when he was brought into the family. Instantly the body of Lynus turned into ash, which Draco would dispose of. Draco then broke the wand when he had used, which would be destroyed in the same method as Daphne would for hers.

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