Agnes O'Hare (her royal HIGHness) (saintagnes) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-11-10 17:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-11] november, ! npc, agnes o'hare, dorcas meadowes, tabitha pryce |
RP Log
Who: Julien, Tabitha, Agnes and Dorcas
What: Revenge
Where: Tent in the woods
When: 10 November, 6p
Status: Finished
Rating: R - moderately gorey
It was cold out, and Julien hated the cold, even with warming spells in place. It was up to Tabitha to track this one, based on the location Amycus had provided for Marius, so for now he felt useless, stumbling in the dark since a brighter lumos might give them away. But when they found her? That thought alone warmed Julien far more than any spell could. He would watch her bleed. Marius was his dearest friend in all of the world, and he was hurting because of this English filth. And so for his friend, he would willingly trek through the woods at night with a werewolf, even if it was not the kind of situation he ever wanted to find himself in.
Marius, to maintain his innocence, was likely at this very moment owling for an Auror to come to his new home (the story was that he was planning to start moving his things and wards started going off and he was concerned about retaliation for his release from both sides) so that he would have an irreversible alibi. That thought made Julien smile as revenge was all the sweeter when it could be connected to you in no way. No one but Marius and Tabitha knew he was in the country, after all.
After Greyback's capture, there was little Tabitha wanted to do other than get her revenge in any way possible. She had been upset to hear Marius had been one of those taken to prison as well, but now that he was free again, she was more than happy to work with him in getting their revenge together for the capture of important people in their lives -- although disappointed he wasn't able to actually join her on the hunt. She prowled through the woods in the area Julien had taken her, the aid of the light from Julien's wand helping her see the way with her already slightly better sight. It had been a long time since her last encounter with Agnes, so Tabitha didn't really remember her scent, but she could still tell when they were getting close to humans, at least. She licked her lips, hungry to make this girl pay for what she had done, and hungry to taste the girl's blood on her tongue, to stain the ground red. But more than that, she wanted to spill Agnes' blood to leave behind a message and a warning. This would not end here. Tabitha wanted to hunt down each and every one of Agnes' friends, to make them all pay.
The pair moved deeper into the woods, and Tabitha spotted the light of a campfire not very far from where they were. She looked over at her companion and gestured for Julien to come closer to see for himself. "Think it might be her?" she asked, although she had no issues with killing the people in the camp even if they didn't happen to be their target. If she had to, Tabitha would tear down the whole forest to find her; an extra death or two hardly mattered.
Julien nodded. He couldn't be sure, but they'd find out once she was dead. What were a few more deaths at this point? Quietly he continued toward the light, moving more steadily now that he could see more clearly. He still needed to stay out of this, since the plan was to make it look entirely like a werewolf plot, but it would be enjoyable enough to watch Tabitha do his work. His only task was to disarm O'Hare quickly so she couldn't apparate away.
He could see the form of someone in the firelight and he raised his wand.
"Accio wand," he cast.
Agnes was indeed enjoying herself by the firelight, and having a victory smoke of a week (and trial) well done. She felt safe enough out here, for someone who was wanted by death eaters and in trouble with the government, for though they had let Marius scumbag Lestrange (esq) go, the only people who had any idea where she was were the DMLE (and their idea was a vague one) and some of her best friends. She'd also made herself untraceable so that, as far as magical means went, she was all but unlocateable.
Unfortunately, the enemy had means other than the magical to search and destroy.
To her credit, Agnes had made an attempt to learn from past mistakes, and her wand was tucked deeply into the front of her dress. Startled when it began to wiggle itself free, she dug her hand into her tits and pulled it free, on her feet within seconds and pointing the wand out into the wilderness around her. England wasn't the lushest place, but some areas - and she'd chosen this location precisely for that reason - were rich with brush and evergreens. She almost wished she'd chosen a wider area to set up camp.
"OI!" Her voice spilt out in a harsh bark in a simultaneous effort to get Dorcas's attention (wherever she'd gone off to to find them some food) and coax her attackers out into the open. "Protego," she mumbled beneath her breath.
Although the spell Julien had tried casting didn't seem to have any effect, Tabitha moved closer anyway. She would just have to be quick, and with a wizard at her side, she had that extra protection against magic. She didn't see anyone else in the camp, but that didn't mean they weren't just inside the tent. The werewolf had overconfidence on her side, though. "Stay here and distract her with the light from your wand. I'm circling around," she said, and she circled around the camp before moving in, attempting to close the distance between her and the prey while Agnes' back was turned. Her heart was racing, and Tabitha flexed her hands, eager to sink her claws into the girl. She was too impatient to wait and make sure Julien was doing as she asked, swiftly running towards the camp. When she was close enough, she leapt towards Agnes with a snarl, arms outstretched to try and grab her.
A sharp noise of surprise was the only reaction Agnes had time to make before she felt - and smelt - hot, dirty flesh barrelling into her. Wand or no, she was tiny compared to Tabitha, and had about as much chance of fighting her off as she had in spontaneously apparating elsewhere and making it in one piece. (Un)fortunately, this idea didn't occur to her (Gryffindors didn't run), and she resorted instead to elbowing, kicking, screaming, and stabbing at the other woman with her wand. Flesh came into view and she twisted toward it, mouth open and more willing to take a chunk of flesh out of her attacker (oh, irony).
Tabitha used her size to her advantage, attempting to overpower Agnes; but just because the girl was small didn't mean she couldn't put up a fight. She just narrowly missed getting a wand jabbed into her eye (damn, but she hated those things sometimes), and received an elbow in the face shortly after. "Bitch," she growled, not caring if Agnes recognised her voice or not. It wouldn't matter in the end. This time, no one would be coming to save their precious little friend, and she wasn't about to let her go. Tabitha struggled to keep the damn girl still, grabbing for her arms, reaching for her throat -- and that's when the feisty girl actually bit her arm. She snarled, both in surprise and from the pain of Agnes' teeth -- oh, she would pay for that. Tabitha clenched her other hand into a fist, throwing a punch at her face.
Agnes's hands flew up to protect herself, and the wand found itself - she didn't know... somewhere on the ground maybe, who cared? The punch took her right in the nose and as blood gushed everywhere, she redoubled her efforts against the werewolf's incredibly strong grip. The bite had seemed semi-effective, and she writhed, kicking and growling like a little animal herself in an attempt to bite, scratch, knee, elbow, anything the mangy bitch. It didn't take long for her to realise, however, that against Tabitha she wasn't going to win a physical battle, no matter how viciously she fought back. She wasn't about to fucking give up that approach, but she opened her mouth and let out a scream of epically high pitched proportions, hoping to get Dorcas's attention back to the campsite without actually revealing her name.
Although she was stronger, Agnes' efforts did slow her down, at least. She was so damn squirmy that Tabitha had difficulty getting a firm grip on her, and now with one hand slick from Agnes' blood, that just made it harder. She certainly had to appreciate the girl's spirit; if Agnes didn't fight back, she would have been a little disappointed. At least now this was fun. A knee to Tabitha's gut winded her, giving Agnes just a few moments as she tried to catch her breath and recover. She winced when the shrill, piercing scream hit her ears and, still panting from the blow, she wanted to shut her up! Swiping her claws at Agnes' face, she was more determined to end this now that she was annoyed, and with her eyes on Agnes' throat she lunged down to sink her sharp teeth into her flesh.
The seemingly endless scream was cut short in a gurgle, and Agnes thrashed, shocked and in sudden, inscrutable pain. The idea of another human (or as close as Tabitha got) having her teeth embedded in her throat was an horrific one, and she tried clawing at the werewolf's face, her neck, anything that would get her off; but like a pitbull, Tabitha held her grip, sinking deeper and deeper into vocal cords and airways as Agnes bled air and life away over her neck and arms. Tears of pain and something else - something primal and angry - welled up in her eyes as she lost the energy to struggle, as her heart threatened to burst without air, as she realised her last words had already come and gone and her last sight would be blood mingling with trees and sky.
Fuck. And then she was gone.
She wouldn't let go; Tabitha refused to release her prey no matter how hard she fought, even as nails scratched across her face. She shut her eyes to keep them safe, gritting her teeth to deal with the pain, only causing her to bite down harder. The blood had quickly swelled up from the open wound, spilling past Tabitha's lips, but she still tasted it as it flowed over her tongue. She grabbed Agnes' hair to hold on to her, feeling her frantic struggles to free herself slowly weaken. This was the part she loved the most, to feel that power, that ability to take someone's life, to feel them as they slowly faded away beneath her jaws. It made her feel euphoric, better than any drug, although no less addicting. When the girl's struggles finally stopped, and when she felt no more breath coming from the lifeless body, it was only then that Tabitha released her, sitting up and swallowing the blood in her mouth. The cliche saying was true; revenge really did taste sweet. Looking down at Agnes, she was already making plans to send parts of her bodies to each of her friends, letting them know that they would be next.
Dorcas had been 'foraging' when Tabitha and Julien arrived. She wasn't really used to searching through the woods for food yet, and she still rathered buy her groceries at a store, but she had used the excuse to go for a walk and think. She was thinking about work, about the Order, about whether or not it would soon be too cold to live in the woods when she heard Agnes's screams. Those were definitely screams of terror and pain, and considering the circumstances they were in, her heart skipped a beat. As quickly as she could, she took off in the direction of the tent, though her sense of direction wasn't the best and it took her longer than she would've liked to arrive there. The screams had ceased by the time that Dorcas encountered Tabitha, her teeth in Agnes's throat. Shock and horror were overridden by a need to react. Digging her wand out of her robes, she prayed that Tabitha hadn't heard her and silently cast a Stunning Spell in her direction.
Julien had been watching Tabitha work, staying concealed from view by several trees. He heard footsteps coming in his direction and he raised his wand as a figure moved past him and into the fing of the campsite. The firelight gave Julien a clear view and as he saw the girl lift her wand toward the werewolf, Julien sent a moving spell toward Tabitha to push her out of the way so whatever spell the girl had tried to cast would miss. He aimed his wand and shot sparks at the new target. He had to be careful not to use anything that might make it apparent anyone magical was here on the offencive, but his hope was that they would either blind her or distract her for long enough for Tabitha to do her job.
He moved closer to the camp so he could apparate her out suddenly if the need arose.
Ah, so she wasn't here alone. Tabitha was disappointed to be interrupted, but at least she had someone else to kill now. There were still a few strands of hair in Tabitha's hand, having pulled them out when Julien pushed her aside with magic to avoid getting hit with the stunning spell Dorcas had sent her way. Shoving the hair into her pocket, Tabitha stood up to face the newcomer, lunging at her as soon as Julien sent a shower of sparks at Dorcas. Her face and hands were still smeared with Agnes' blood, as well as all over her clothes, mixed with some of her own from the scratches on her face. They stung, but weren't enough to slow her down from slashing her claws at the new girl.
The sparks that Julien sent were enough to temporarily disengage Dorcas, and she dodged them. As soon as she did, Tabitha came at her, and her balance off-kilter, she found herself, rather than lunging away, leaning against the larger werewolf for support. Any thoughts that she'd had of Agnes bleeding on the ground were replaced with instinctual self-preservation. Tabitha's nails cut into her face, but Dorcas had her wand in her hand. Rather than fighting back, she pressed the tip of her wand into Tabitha's abdomen and concentrated on casting Impedimenta to slow her down. The close contact made any other magic dangerous, so her spell was immediately followed by Dorcas jerking her knee up towards Tabitha's groin, her face burning with the slashes of Tabitha's claws.
Tabitha wasted no time as soon as Dorcas fell against her, clawing her face, slashing her claws across soft flesh. As she bent down to sink her teeth into Dorcas' throat, she was struck with the spell at point blank range; the werewolf doubled over, growling in pain, gripping Dorcas' shoulder with one hand in an attempt to keep upright. The knee to the groin took her off guard, though; she stumbled away from her and fell back on the ground. Tabitha had never expected getting kneed there would hurt so damn much.
Dorcas wasn't the sort to knock someone when they were down -- not usually, at least. And, as blood from the deep gashes on her face flowed into her mouth and eyes, she still felt bad using magic against someone who was defenceless against it. Rather than curse her, Dorcas drove the toe of her foot into Tabitha's ribs as hard as she could, once, twice, three times... Her anger was getting control of her and, after realising that Agnes was still lying on the ground, she gained a tiny bit of her composure and drew away, running towards her body. Panic, true panic, not simply anger and self-preservation, were setting in. She sprinted towards Agnes, wand still in hand, Tabitha forgotten, her free hand wiping blood away from her eyes.
Julien would have had no trouble killing this one, but Marius had insisted that no magical means be used. He wasn't going to leave Tabitha unprotected though, and it was his job to get her out of there, so he ran to her side, aiming his wand at the back of the second woman.
"Do you want to go, or have another chance at her?" he asked.
Before Tabitha could answer, Dorcas stopped in her tracks. She didn't take more than half a second to thank her well-honed instincts. Without reconsidering, she began to turn on her heels, as she did, yelling, "Ossisverso!" The Bone-Twisting Curse. She might not have been able to cast Unforgivables, but she still wanted to cause as much pain as possible. Her wand was aimed directly at the wizard whom she didn't recognise, but that she didn't know who he was didn't stop the rage she was feeling from coursing through her hand into her wand, into the thin, blue line pointed at his chest.
Julien screamed in pain, as his rib cage seemed to contract on itself. He could taste blood in his mouth, and breathing was nearly impossible. Without pausing to tell Tabitha that he was apparating them, he put his hand on her shoulder and concentrated hard, hoping that he didn't splinch them both in the process. Genevieve was waiting for them, back at the inn where they'd met before, and she would know what to do.
Tears stinging the corners of Tabitha's eyes as she struggled to stand up, she fully intended to have another go at Dorcas. She growled as sharp pain shot trough her body, clutching at her ribs. No, she would let this slow her down -- she wanted to rip this girl to shreds! But before she could move in for the attack, blue light shot past Tabitha and struck Julien in the chest. There wasn't enough time for her to react, and the next thing that she knew, Julien was grabbing on to her and apparating the pair of them away.
Dorcas was seething with anger, every ounce of her being focusing on holding the spell -- a spell she knew would do significant damage if performed properly -- when Tabitha and Julien disappeared with a pop. They had Disapparated. For a frantic second, she wondered where they had gone before realising they had fled. The idea that they would return quickly passed through her mind as, no longer distracted, she ran back to where Agnes lay. She had to get her help and get the Order there as quickly as possible.