bd_natasha (bd_natasha) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-08-01 21:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | * august 2006, - complete, - npc, - plot: kidnapping dora, fenrir greyback, natasha vladmyre, nymphadora lupin (tonks) |
RP: Surprise, surprise
Date: August 1, 2006
Characters: Natasha, Dora, Melanie (NPC), Fenrir
Location: Margin Alley, Hogsmeade
Private/Public: Semi-private (anyone who wants to be a witness can volunteer to have seen what happened)
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Kidnapping, possible violence
Summary: Natasha wants to give her beloved Fenrir a gift – what better than someone to torture?
Natasha was standing quietly in an alley, a short distance from the Aurors office, and was now waiting patiently for Lupin's mate to walk past her, into her carefully staged ambush. Into her trap. She smiled, even though she was still only waiting. It would work, she had a strong feeling about this one. Besides, she had planned it for days, weeks, ever since Lupin's bitch escaped her and Fenrir at last full moon.
Tonight, when there was no moon in the sky for him to look at, Fenrir would be at his most human, his most vulnerable. Which was why it was tonight that she was going to give him the gift that would remind him of what he truly was. Magnificent. Strong. Powerful.
It was ironic that it was Lupin's mate was going to be the tool to show him that.
On the other side of the street, in shabby robes that looked as if they'd been torn, with dirt smudged on her skin and her hair in a mess, stood Melanie. Lupin's former mate, the one he'd had when he pretended to be loyal. He'd left her when he'd left the others – and she wanted revenge. Especially towards the bitch that lured him away. She was perfect for this task. Completely and utterly filled with hate.
Hell hath no fury like a bitch scorned.
Natasha smiled, but a sudden sound drew her attention to the street. At once, her entire body tensed and all her senses sharpened. Someone was approaching, a woman judging from the steps, yet there was no way of telling until she was already passed.
Crouching, Natasha pulled her wand and made ready to strike – just in case it was her.