rabastan "born KILLA" lestrange (lapinetrange) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-01-14 21:26:00 |
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Only a matter of days had passed since the Dark Lord and Death Eaters had overthrown the Ministry of Magic -- since their family and friends had been released from Azkaban -- and despite the care with which which they approached the situation, expertly spinning everything to their advantage, Rabastan could not help but feel satisfied with their accomplishments. There was still much for them to set into motion, but for the moment, the return of their loved ones was a reasonable focus, and in the case of his younger sister, she had been wronged meaninglessly for months. Revenge was in order, a chance for her enjoy the release fully, and what better way to do it then exterminating pests? Apparating to where his nephew and sister would be waiting at home, he wondered where they would settle for their targets. So many possibilities, and so little to distinguish them at the moment. With a knock knock knock on the door, he supposed the suspense would not last much longer. There was a certain magic in having a door that opened that one did not fully appreciate until one had spent months locked in an inescapable tiny room. While normally the help was responsible for attending to visitors, Corbina had been expecting Rabastan, and knew to be downstairs to greet him when he arrived. "Evening," Corbina nodded, stepping aside so that Rabastan could enter the house. She was sure that Marius would be down shortly. She also hoped that it was all right if they went about these matters without checking with the older members of their family in the house -- Corbina would have been severly disappointed if their plans were canceled, and it was not as if they were doing anything wrong. She wouldn't be going about this alone, of course; her brother and nephew were escorting her. And frankly, this could practically be considered a highly entertaining community service! "Good evening to you, as well," Rabastan responded pleasantly as he stepped into the house. "Is there any particular city or town you have a preference for as a starting place?" "I'm not picky," Corbina replied, sitting down on the sofa while they waited. "Ideally, somewhere not incredibly poor, as those are the sorts I believe who will run at us with pistols and arms, and if they're not going to fight back with magic I don't want to bother with their tomfoolery." Marius was running late only because he was attempting to find exactly the right piece of jewelry to present to Corbina on this occasion. He finally settled on a locket that had belonged to his grandmother. A locket that would store a lock of hair from one of the soon to be deceaseds. It was fitting, afterall, to have a token from an event like this. Something to remind you of your achievement when life seemed lonely or uncertain. Stepping into the room with his aunt and uncle he gave them both a pleasant smile and stepped up behind Corbina to lean over her and fasten the necklace around her neck, without asking permission. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and stood back up, so that he could round the corner and help her to her feet politely. "We should choose a family," he said. "That way we can all have our fun and no one is left out of it," he said. "I'm looking forward to seeing you in action, uncle. It seems in battle we're always split up." Rabastan smiled with a swift nod. "I entirely agree. Single targets can be far less satisfying, and there is a notable element of fun in toying with the bonds between them." Even Muggle animals were capable of caring for each other, and if they were going to be otherwise boring and useless in their deaths, there needed to be some form of compensation. Turning his body slightly toward the door again, he added, "Shall we be on our way, then?" Extending her hand and allowing Marius to help her up, Corbina moved toward the door and nodded to them both, signaling that she was ready to go. Corbina was extraordinarily excited about this, despite maintaining her ever-present stoic expression. "You are both more experienced in this; I'll allow one of you to pick the location if you'd agree to side-along apparate me." She stepped out into the snow (there was snow now; autumn had gone and winter had hit full-force while she'd been away, and it was still somewhat jarring to realise that she'd missed as much as she had in only a few months. In a way, it almost felt as though it would have been easier if they'd gotten out a year later, but still on Halloween. Not that that mattered at the moment; they had more important matters to attend to. "Lead the way." "Well then," Marius said. "I abhor the town of Tinworth, and though it is magical there are several patches of houses not far down the main road that are muggle. I'm thinking about the grouping near that pub with the brazen barmaid on the sign, do you know the one, Rabastan?" he asked. He led Corbina out the front door with his hand on her arm. "I will take the two of us there and we can choose a house from that point. If the laundry is hanging within sight we could judge the size of the household, or if toys are strewn about." The two were off with a pop, and reappeared quickly in Tinworth near the pub that Marius had earlier described, Rabastan joining them a second later. Corbina surveyed the snow-covered landscape, tapping her wand to her chin as she decided on a home. Her gaze fell upon what was an almost obnoxiously picture-perfect house. A white-picket fence lined the yard, and a happy little family of snowmen with button eyes and coal smiles had been built close to the road, the tallest of the four wearing a light blue knit hat. Gravity had taken its toll on its carrot nose, and Corbina swept over to the snowman, picking the vegetable off and replacing it. "I want this one," Corbina decided upon spotting that several lights were on inside the home, turning back to Rabastan and Marius. Examining the quaint little house, Rabastan could not help but smile in satisfaction at the choice. So quite and unassuming -- as much as he tended to prefer their older sister Chloris's approach to her feminine life, Corbina was certainly a force to be proud of in such outings. A house with a snowman family in the front was bound to contain a family within its walls. He wondered if they would realise what was hitting them. Would they beg? Bargain? Resist? Not that there was much that the Muggles could do to them. "A superb choice, Corbina. You are welcome to take your pick in victims, and Marius and I shall help you round them off." Marius nodded at Rabastan's words and headed up the stairs with no ceremony. He used his wand to open the door and stepped inside to survey the area. Dinnertime. How quaint. A man, his wife, a teenage son, and two young girls were all sitting at a table eating the dinner. It was all very cozy and Marius nodded to Rabastan and Corbina to enter as the father of the house jumped to his feet. "Most people knock before coming in a house," he said, not rudely, but firmly. Marius gave him a pleasant smile. "It is our mistake," Marius said calmly. "Sit, sit, I insist," he said. "We will make ourselves at home." He was playing with them and he stepped through to the dining room with no fear of the muggles. The wife looked nervous and the teenage son appeared to be ready for a fight. "Sit," he said again to the father who was still standing. "Incarcerous." Ropes sprang out of Marius's wand as he drew it quickly out of his pocket and the man flew back into his chair, tugged by the ropes which quickly wrapped themselves around his arms and feet. The girls and the mother all began to scream and Marius laughed. "Aunt and Uncle, I will not take the honour of the father's life, but I thought perhaps it might be enjoyable to get to know our family first," he said, his smile cold and foreboding. "Of course, Corbina, if you would prefer to kill them all now, that would be fine with me. I will undo his ropes and you can have your pick of them." "Who are you?" the man asked in wonder. Corbina was almost startled at first that Marius had called her by name in front of the family. A moment later she realised that it didn't matter; they wouldn't be leaving the house ever again anyway, and even if they were, who would they tell? Their muggle government? The thought was laughable. As thus, Corbina saw no reason to keep the man in the dark. After all, he'd asked. There was no point in being rude. "As he said earlier, sir," Corbina began, her voice low and quiet as she sent a silent binding spell at the son, whose eyes kept drifting towards the open front door as if he had the chance to make a break for it, "I'm Corbina. That would be Marius you were previously speaking with, and that would be Rabastan," she explained with a nod in her brother's direction. "It's lovely to meet you." She slid back toward the front door, kicking it shut behind her just in case any of them got any silly ideas to try to run out. It slammed behind her, and with a wave of her wand she placed a silencing charm along the walls of the house. The last thing they needed was for someone to interrupt them. "So. Which of you built those snowmen out front?" Rabastan's smile pulled into something of a sneer as they eyed the Muggles. They all remained silent, bound, staring, unanswering. The quivering was a pitiful sight, yet it elicited no pity, for they were but entertainment for the evening. An exersize in release. There was far less fight to the nonmagical vermin -- how easy it was to bind them up and their lives...just like that -- and yet it would mean that there would be one less blemish on the expanse of their world. "I believe my dear sister asked you all a question. It would be prudent to answer her." Eying each of the five captives in turn, looking for signs of weakness or resistance, he noticed welling in the eyes of what looked to be the younger of the two girls. "Perhaps we could count down with your fingers and toes the minutes that she is forced to wait." "Rabastan," Marius scolded playfully. "Do not scare the little ones." He looked down at both of the little girls and ran a hand over the hair of the smallest one. "Would you like to be excused from the table?" he asked. He knew how this would likely appear to the parents and that was all part of his amusement. Marius had no interest sexually in children in any way but he liked the effect that a hand in the hair would have on a mother and father. And just as he had expected both parents immediately pushed away from their chairs. "SIT!" Marius warned, turning his wand on the mother and sounding much harsher than he had previously. The woman sat, swallowing hard, but she wasn't silent. "Please-- please-- they're little girls. Let them go. They haven't done anything to you," she begged. The pleading in her voice was truly heart-breaking. "You care for them but not your son?" Marius asked, nodding to the teenager. "That is almost cruel," he mused. "I suppose I could kill him first if you insist," he said. "Tell me your name," he said, flicking his wand toward the dark haired boy. "Daniel," the boy said quietly. He was meeting Marius's eye though which was amusing. "Would you die in the place of your sisters?" Marius asked. The boy nodded solemnly though his eyes looked frightened. "I like you Daniel," Marius said. "The girls are going to die, just like you, but you are doing this admirably. I will not enjoy making you cry out for your death. I'll do it but I will not enjoy it at all" he taunted, all but claiming this one for his own. Both little girls were crying now, the sound of the youngest like a mewling kitten. Corbina was quite relieved that she'd put up the silencing wards when she had. The muggles were being extraordinarily loud. "Shh, stop crying; no one can hear you," Corbina smiled at the mother, who was in utter hysterics over her son -- and what soon would befall the rest of them. "Are you done using this?" she asked her politely, sliding the steak knife the woman had just been using with her dinner off of the table and into her hand. The woman didn't answer Corbina, but it was no matter. She was done using it, as far as Corbina was concerned. Her husband, however, did not seem quite as content to simply sit and allow what was happening to happen, and kicked out as Corbina as she moved towards his wife's side. Momentarily distracted from the mother, Corbina's anger flashed as she spun back towards the father, shooting a blasting hex at him that sent the man flying across the room, crashing into the opposite wall. "That was a mistake," Corbina informed the bound man. She plunged the knife into the mother's shoulder for safe-keeping (eliciting a shriek of pain from the woman and one of horror from her daughters) and focused her attention purely on the man. "I was always under the impression that a father is supposed to keep his family safe. You're not doing a very good job of it," she said sympathetically, aiming the cruciatus curse at the man. The result never failed to surprise Corbina a little -- the only other time she had managed it was at the Hogwarts attack against the man with the stupid hat -- but it was invigorating to know that she could do it if she wanted to. "You know, I saw my father die," Corbina mused. "It wasn't terribly unlike this. He'd done nothing wrong, and these people simply stormed their way in and killed him." She paused. "Rabastan, do you think we should have them watch their father die, or the other way around? Your choice." With arms folded across his chest, Rabastan drummed his fingertips thoughtfully and allowed the tension to inflate the air around them. "My choice, you say? How thrilling. There is a certain poetic justice to putting them through what you endured in the loss of our father. How fitting that they, who the blood traitors so regularly champion, should suffer the same fate that we suffered at the hands of the blood traitors. However, it is said that the most painful thing you can do to a parent is to kill his children in front of him, to have him hear their cries and watch as their fragile lives are so easily taken." The rattling of a chair against the wooden floor cut off the words, and Rabastan looked to see the striken face of the father. "You people are sick. Do not touch them! If you, if you go anywhere near them, I'll, I will-" A look of satisfaction crossed Rabasan's face. Muggles were such amusing creatures when they were in peril. "You will? You will what?" he responded tauntingly before turning to Marius. "Shall we start youngest to oldest, or oldest to youngest? I do not mind beginning with the little ones, but we are a team, of course, and there are merits to each method." "Youngest to oldest," Marius agreed. "Saving the mother and father for last," he said, looking them both over with a calculating eye. "You can have the little ones and take the honour of going first. I will take the boy since I have already promised not to enjoy it," he said as he stepped over behind the teenager and put a hand on his shoulder. The boy flinched and Marius pulled his chair back away from the table hard, knocking it over in the process. The boy was still stuck from Corbina's spell and his head hit the floor with a sick thud. His eyes were still open though as he groaned in pain. "Oh-- I enjoyed that--" Marius sighed. "It is my fault," he added. He righted the boy's chair with a flick of his wand and then healed the cut along the boy's forehead. The mother gasped and the boy looked confused as Marius added a pain numbing spell. "It is not my turn yet," he explained and nodded toward Corbina. "Would you like to arrange the parents for their viewing?" Marius asked. "They are not going to have a proper show seated in that way," he mused. Corbina didn't answer Marius, but instead merely went along with what he'd suggested. There was no need to monologue simply just to hear oneself speak, as far as Corbina was concerned. While she could definitely understand why many took that route when attempting to intimidate, it wasn't a practice that she herself was entirely comfortable with. She didn't speak that much normally. It felt strange for things to be any different now. With a silent flick of her wand, Corbina cast levicorpus at the grown woman, ripping her up out of her chair and upside down, suspended and still bound upside down from the ceiling. Her husband opened his mouth to protest, only to find himself thrown upside down in the same fashion. Another slight wave of her wand brought the two adults to the other side of the room, slammed up against the back wall, and in the perfect position to see "watch the show," as Marius had put it. "What are you?" the mother sobbed, tears running up into her tangled hair. "Please, please just leave us alone." Corbina shook her head slightly. The stories she'd heard were true. They did always say the same things. "Shhhh," Corbina hushed her gently, putting a finger up to her lips, then cast accio apple at the fruit bowl that sat as a centrepiece to the table. "Open please," Corbina said, tapping the woman lightly on the cheek and shoving the apple into her mouth. That would keep her quiet. |