Severus Snape is tired of the lies. (fortiscadere) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-05-10 17:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-05] may, ! npc, aquila avery, severus snape |
RP LOG: Aquila Avery, Severus Snape, and Cullen family
Who: Severus Snape & Aquila Avery.
When: Saturday evening, 10 May 1979.
Where: Cullen Residence; Carlisle, Cumbria, UK.
What: Snape and Avery follow through on Rodolphus Lestrange's orders.
Rating: R.
Status: COMPLETE.
Severus Snape stepped through the back door, waiting for Avery to follow behind him. The night was a dark one with low cloud cover across most of the sky, and only small patches of star lit sky shining through behind it. The clouds and fog seemed an apt mood for the evening, which Severus had felt earlier was closing in around him. Now, the task completed, he felt a ridiculous combination of adrenaline and nausea of which he could make no sense. As he turned back to look at the house before the Dark Mark was cast over it, the thought floated through his head, that it looked so normal. The dialogue continued in his head, almost as if he were a spectator at the event rather than a main participator. "A normal cottage with spring flowers, the sort of house one could consider a home not simply a building." But within was anything but home, Severus reminded the voice. Within the house lay the three people whom had made it their home, and it had been, as homes went, not a particularly protective one. There was something about invading people's homes, that Severus despised. It was private space. He had often enough had his own private space intruded upon by, if not this particular group of people, others that were friendly enough with them, yet he still disliked the idea of it.Of course, it was rare that the older Death Eaters asked his opinion upon anything, and Severus was smart enough not to give it in an instance like this. They had been a nuisance. Had they had stronger wards, had they been better prepared - well, they might all still be alive. The wards had been simpler than Severus had expected and he'd turned to Aquila, pleased with how easy they had come down. They were protective wards, but they were very predictable ones. It seemed somehow that someone with such a loudmouth for a sister, someone who knew their sister had been attacked before, might have gone professional, asking for opinions and getting experts to ward their home. Those would have been broken through as well, no doubt, but it would have taken more time, and if done superbly, might have required the extra step of discovering who had actually done the wards. Severus shook his head to clear his thoughts. The first part had gone so easily, too easily. Now though, he stepped back, his wand still in his hand, and without further ado, he raised his wand and fired Morsmordre into the air. For all intents and purposes the job was complete. For all intents and purposes, but in reality, Severus felt his hand shake slightly as his wand came down, Morsmordre successfully cast up into the cloudy night. It was strange that silence could deafen, but Aquila had never heard a house so loudly quiet as the one he stepped from. The eyes behind his mask were dark with contemplation, and he made no sound or movement. His hand was wrapped tightly around his wand to keep it from shaking, though it was difficult to grasp from the sweat that wet his palms. His throat, however, was dry and his tongue couldn't wrap itself around words. They stood, two silent dark figures at the back of a dead house, its windows empty and its occupants lifeless on the floor. It was a quaint home, with a well-kept garden that reminded him of Astra's handiwork. His stomach turned and his fingers tingled as he thought of his sister, sitting at home watching their father read in the library. What secrets he kept from her were for her own safety. But she had to know. She was no fool. As he watched his companion fire their Mark into the sky, he turned and spoke. "My place," he whispered. It was not a question. Severus nodded, without additional comment and prepared to Apparate back to Avery's flat. He knew the jump by heart, he had been there so many times. Glancing over at his friend and partner in what had been a silent but well completed crime. It had been Severus' preference to simply use the unforgivable and get it over with. However, with further discussion, he and Aquila had realised that such a clean death would probably not be kindly looked upon by their superiors. The reason these people were being killed was to make a statement to those who would stand against them. And while Severus felt, particularly after having spent the morning comforting Lily, that a simple death would make a statement, he was certain that Rodolphus Lestrange would probably think otherwise. The Apparation was a simple affair, and when Severus looked around again, he was in Aquila's flat. The Death Eater mask was removed to reveal his face, paler than normal, and his eyes, darker and less warm than even they typically were. He shred the robes as if with them he could remove the tasks he'd just committed with in them. The house had been so quiet, filled with the bits of somebody else's life, and Severus had felt the intruder he was as he and Avery had walked through the halls looking for the bedroom. They had come late enough, that the inhabitants had been asleep. Severus had planned it this way. Not only would there be no fight to distract them, it should be quick and as painless as possible for these two. Aquila waited only a brief moment before following Severus. He cast a look back at the house with a grim expression tugging at his lips. His eyes travelled to the window just above him, where he knew a small girl lay in a pool of blood on her colourful sheets amongst her stuffed toys. He Apparated, then, and arrived in the kitchen of his flat, where he immediately flung open a cupboard full of assorted alcohol. "Whiskey or rum?" he asked, his voice dull and his hands quivering. He didn't meet Severus' eyes or even wait for a response before he pulled both down to the counter and quickly filled two shots. There were only two bedrooms in the house, and both doors were closed. What Aquila found in the second bedroom made him stop in the doorway. He had not been told about the presence of a child in this household. He bit down on his tongue to keep from groaning aloud. Severus didn't much tend towards drinking his problems away. His father had done enough of that for all of Severus and probably half of the rest of the population as well. However, this also had been part of the plan. It was a part he'd readily agreed with because he found the entire mission distasteful. It was one thing to battle as they had done in Diagon Alley. There was honour there, and it took courage and skill. It was another thing to track down a dangerous figure and see to their end - even if it meant attacking them in the back because face to face was too dangerous. But there was nothing courageous about ending the lives of two people unrelated directly to the cause. He took the proffered whiskey gratefully, and took a quick swig. The liquid burned his throat as it went down, and Severus closed his eyes. "Well done," he said finally, it was what was expected of him after all. And in strictly technical terms, it had been well done. It had been swift, and to the point. There had been no distraction, they had not been seen, there was nothing left behind that would lead back to them specifically, and Rodolphus would see that they had done what they had been asked to do. The first bedroom door had been pulled slightly to, and Severus had pushed it open, entering stealthily, hoping that nothing would creak unnecessarily. The targets, a man, the mudblood, and a woman, were asleep. She turned slightly, making a soft noise in her sleep and Severus froze, wondering if she would wake. If she woke, she would scream, and if she screamed the mudblood next to her would be alerted, and depending upon how swift his wand work was...Sectumsempra towards the Mudblood, followed immediately by a second cast at the woman beside him. The deep cuts drew over both victims, the woman's eyes opening slightly when her husband moved. The spell was swift, but her eyes still opened and as her mouth opened, the deep cut across her throat cut her scream short. Her hand moved, and Severus, wanting to ensure that she did not scream, cast an additional spell towards her. There was a flash of red light, and she lay, eyes open, where she had fallen. Severus swallowed back and backed quickly out of the room, forcing himself back into alertness. If there was anyone here that was unexpected: any one that would raise the alert, he needed to be ready. Aquila regarded Severus with a dark and unreadable look in his eyes. Finally, he nodded. "Well done," he echoed numbly, lifting his glass, and as soon as he had consumed the one shot he poured another. He wanted to put as much alcohol between himself and his deeds as he could. His mind swam in the warmth of the drink. He stared off into space, his jaw working. Somewhere outside his window, he imagined he could see the Mark looming above the rooftops, its light a beacon of hope for purebloods everywhere. And yet, the house below it was bereft of hope. "Anyone in there?" Severus glanced at Aquila. His friend looked as numb as Sev felt. He took another drink, feeling as if he didn't really want to speak at all. Luckily he didn't think Aquila looked much like he wanted to speak either. It had been an exhausting day, Severus thought, taking a final swig of the whiskey and allowing it to run over his tongue and through his mouth before he swallowed. It burned, but he didn't mind the burning. It reminded him that he was real on a day where he felt numb and surreal. He could still picture Lily's face that morning when she had shown up on his doorstep, shaking, horrified at what had been done to her family. Severus' jaw set, and he resolved that one way or another he would make Barty Crouch pay for what he'd done to Lily's parents - to Lily. Whatever the orders might have been, there had been no need for cruelty. At least he and Aquila had not been cruel; they had fulfilled the requirements, but without needless extras. "I think I'm rather relieved that there isn't anything I'm required to do tomorrow," he said, handing the empty glass over to Aquila for a refill. He wondered if it was impertinent to ask to stay for the evening, but then the two had been friends for a long time. Perhaps it wasn't necessary to ask. "So am I," Aquila sighed. "Which is why we are going to get very, very, drunk." He refilled Severus' glass. |