tabitha pryce is a cougar. (savaged) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-07-02 01:26:00 |
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Tabitha hadn't even been back with Fenrir's pack for long, and here she was again, out to have some more fun with some stupid witch who actually thought she could fight her. She hadn't even taken the time to clean herself up; there was still blood on her face and her shirt, and she hoped this girl saw it and knew it belonged to her friend. She hoped it enraged her -- Tabitha didn't want the fight to end too quickly; after all, where was the fun in that? After Fenrir apparated her out to Hawick and found a place to hide watch them, she walked out to meet with silly, silly little Agnes O'Hare. "Aren't you here yet, little girl?" she called out, an excited grin on her face, wanting to get on with this already. This time there were no rules; she could kill this girl as she saw fit, and she planned to enjoy every moment of it. She licked some of the still wet blood from her lips, and taunted her opponent some more, keeping an eye out for her to show up. "Your friend's blood and flesh tasted so good. I'm only sorry I couldn'y enjoy her more. But I suppose there's always next time, girl." A rage like Agnes had never known swelled up inside her, consuming every organ and inch of flesh. She wanted to kill, truly kill, for the first time in her life, and had she been anything like rational, she'd have been terrified of this new development within her. As it stood, she was abandoning Remus (whom James apparently didn't wish to participate in just desserts) and fleeing Godric's Hollow for muggle London, where she paced, angry at her journal for being so slow, angry at the world for not being a fair place, and angry at magic for not letting her locate and destroy Tabitha Pryce now, now, NOW. Severus was being his typical prat self, blabbing on about safety and who-the-fuck-cared when she was so angry she just wanted to break her quill and scream at the top of her lungs. Tabitha, on the other hand, had risen to the bait, and Agnes was so ready, so fucking ready, to just have it out with the bitch. Apparating into Hawick required more concentration than she was ready for, and it was only Agnes's size that kept her from splinching, and her goddamned determination, because otherwise bits of her would've surely been left all over England. The second her body pulled into existence, she turned, searching for the woman, her wand already out, her heart in completely the wrong place, and her teeth set. There. There she was. The voice and the grin, and Agnes was overcome with an enraptured fury, so intense she could barely see for anger. "Taste THIS!" And with a growl, her arm stiffened and red swelled from the tip of her wand. "CRUCIO!" As soon as she heard the voice, Tabitha snarled and ran towards her, intent on sinking her teeth into the girl's flesh and shred every inch of skin she could get her hands on. Unfortunately, she would not get that chance, and the red light from Agnes' wand hit the werewolf full on. She had read about this curse, of course; she knew what it was, but had never experienced it before herself, and she screamed, collapsing onto the ground and writhing from a pain she could only compare to the first transformation she ever had to endure. The pain was so much -- too much that she even found tears streaking down her face, mixing with the blood there, and she clawed at the ground as if she could somehow crawl away from it. How dare this girl cast something like this on her! Her teeth were clenched tightly together as she tried to endure it, breathing heavily as the rage she felt built quickly inside her. She would kill her. Nothing would stop her from killing this girl. It seemed she couldn't keep it going forever, though -- even if it seemed to go on for that long -- and Tabitha was able to stand back up again, a look of pure, wild, savage rage on her face. "I'm going to fucking kill you for that, girl!" She refused to let her get away with what she had done; before this night was over, she wanted to feel the girl's throat between her teeth and taste her blood on her tongue, but she sure as hell was going to make her suffer first. She staggered slightly, but regained her footing again to attempt to close the distance between them, not wanting to give her a chance to cast another spell. Fucking wizards. The werewolf lashed out at her with sharp, pointed nails, trying to catch her face. Severus was not used to having to run into a situation and play the hero, but he did not want to see Agnes do something incredibly stupid and get herself hurt or possibly even killed. The werewolf might be a muggle, but Severus didn't trust werewolves, and he had no reason to believe that she might not still be incredibly dangerous without magic - why else would the Dark Lord cultivate an entire army of them? When Agnes hadn't responded, and Lily had wrote to him that she'd told Agnes not to go, Severus had realised that Agnes had done exactly what he'd told her not to do: She'd headed off to fight the bitch. Luckily for him, Tabitha had written where they were meeting right out in open where everyone could see. Despite having just scolded Agnes for running off without thinking, Severus grabbed his wand, and left the row house at Spinner's End without telling his Mum or stopping to think that Tabitha was a member of the Dark Lord's army and if she brought back-up, she could very well bring someone who would question why he was there. He apparated. Arriving, he turned his head around, looking for Agnes. Seeing her and the werewolf only a few metres away, he gripped his wand, and practically ran towards Agnes, his wand out in front of him. In most circumstances he would have used Protego, but he was afraid he'd hit Agnes as well as the werewolf. As he grew closer, he could see Agnes get scratched in the neck, and worries about hitting both of them disappeared. "Protego!" the spell was well cast as it was one Severus had gotten very good at casting over the past few months, and the shield charm forced the two apart easily and Sev was instantly running towards Agnes. He had to get her out of here. Benjy didn't wait around for the journals to explode. He couldn't do anything for Marlene, but Agnes was her best friend, and James was actually asking for his help and he'd be a complete hypocrite to ignore that. Besides... well, werewolves, and that was never a good thing. Mind racing, he tried to think what he could do so that he wasn't just jumping in practically blind and defenseless. Wand, obviously. Silver. Werewolves hated silver. He raced into the kitchen to yank the cutlery drawer open, grabbing the first silver serving spoons he could see. The noise must have echoed through the house, as a moment later Alana came in, an anxious look on her face at his behaviour. "What's going on?" "I have to go out." The reply was pretty feeble, but he really didn't have time to explain. He was about to head outside to Apparate when he saw the chunky bracelet she was wearing. Well, you could never have too much silver. "Is that real silver?" he asked, lifting her hand and pulling it off at her nod. "I'll be back soon. Promise. Just-- stay here, and... Stay." With that he was gone, slamming the door behind him almost at the same time as the crack of Apparation that took him to the field outside Hawick. Immediately he saw that he wasn't the first one there - Severus Snape had his wand out and was running towards Agnes. Fenrir had found himself a nice little hiding place. A little further away than he would have liked but certainly close enough to watch the action and definitely close enough to be able to intervene if the O'Hare girl brought others with her. He expected her to. She was a Gryffindor after all and Gryffindors couldn't be trusted. He grinned when O'Hare turned up. The girl looked furious and that would be all the advantage Tabitha would need. He watched the start and nearly intervened when the O'Hare girl used the Cruciatus. He settled back though, not wanting to let Tabitha think he thought she was weak. Besides now he had evidence that the Order weren't as squeaky clean as they liked to present themselves. Perhaps a 'concerned citizen' needed to contact the Aurors and suggest they check O'Hare's wand for Unforgivables. He smiled viciously when Tabitha got up after the Cruciatus and kept attacking. He knew he'd chosen well when he'd given her responsibility in his army. She was a maginificent werewolf. Movement off to one side caught his attention and he saw someone running towards the two women. He snarled under his breath and rose out of his hiding spot as a second person apparated in. So the bitch had brought two others with her. Typical of that lot. They talked big but they always cheated. He started running towards the new arrivals, his eyes widening slightly when he saw one of them was Severus Snape. That boy was a Death Eater. What the fuck was he doing protecting O'Hare? Oh, he was going to have words with the boy later. He snarled under his breath then howled as he got closer, swerving so that he was targetting the second new arrival. He'd deal with Snape later. The exhaustion of the cruciatus and the surprise of the treacherous little pop heralding someone's apparition was just enough to keep Agnes under Tabitha's claws, and she could feel the ripping of her neck and shoulder as she turned away, sluggishly, feeling for one foolish moment as if this was a slow-motion moment in the muggle films. The difference, of course, was the amount of blood, and Agnes could feel it hot and quick as it soaked into her shirt, a violent blossom of scarlet - a badge of honour, or stupidity, or outrage - like she gave a fuck. Too angry to cast another spell, Agnes moved to stab the werebitch with her wand, hoping it would get her away long enough for another spell - whatever it was - but then there was Severus, and she was being shoved away and into the dirt, anger etching even further into her features. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" She screamed, hoisting herself up and lunging toward Tabitha to have another go. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME." But she could feel his arms, stupidly strong, and watched Tabitha get farther away as she was dragged several steps forward. A low scream of rage erupted from her -- and then they were gone. And quite suddenly, a suspected Death Eater had Apparated away with Agnes and Benjy was left alone with a-- no, two werewolves. "Mierde," he breathed, then realised that probably he should do something. Luckily his arm wasn't bad, as the first thing he thought of wasn't casting a spell (oh, he was such a failure as a wizard) but throwing one of his spoons at the nearer werewolf, the female bitch that Agnes had gone after in the first place. Backing up quickly he surveyed the area, making sure there was no one else there who might need rescuing or saving or distracting or anything like that before chucking the other two spoons at the rapidly approaching Fenrir. God damn that thing moved fast; he couldn't even take the time to breathe or see if the spoons hit or think about not splinching before he Apparated out, and when he appeared back in his yard in Yorkshire he lost his balance and landed firmly on the ground. Oof. At the very least he appeared to be all in one piece, though he thought he could feel a hot trickling down his arm that might have been a hit from Fenrir or a bit of splinched skin or god knew what. It didn't matter. He needed to tell the Order about Snape. Tabitha felt her claws catch on Agnes' skin, and there was that frightening grin again, wanting to soak her hands in this stupid girl's blood -- but it seemed there would be no chance for her to do so; she was pushed away from her prey by some invisible shield or wall or whatever the fuck that was, and Tabitha snarled in rage as she fall back from it. "What the fuck is this?" She quickly got back up, keeping on guard, because she had no idea what to expect from the spell that was blocking her from this fight. "You call me afraid!?" She called after her, even as the man she didn't recognise was dragging her away. If she hadn't been so angry, she might have noticed that Agnes was not pleased at being interrupted too, but as it stood now she was blinded by her rage. Oh, but at least there was someone else here other than Fenrir. Maybe she could kill this one instead -- Tabitha turned her attention to the boy left behind, and she didn't wait to lunge at him. Her attack was stopped short, however, as the silver spoon was thrown at her and struck her on the side of her face. The shock of the touch of silver on her skin was enough to send her reeling back, clutching her hands over where the spoon had struck. And then the other man was gone, too. She was furious. Furious. There was no one left, only her and Fenrir now, and Tabitha couldn't believe she had failed in killing one tiny little girl. How could this have happened? "I can't believe this. That fucking bitch, I want to rip out her throat," she growled, turning to look at Fenrir. "Who the hell were they? She said she was going to come alone. I don't want to go back without killing someone," she said, looking down at the fresh blood on her hands. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. She remembered, then, that they weren't that far off from a town, and Tabitha ran her tongue over her teeth. "Can we go down into Hawick for some fun, Fenrir?" Fenrir snarled as Snape apparated away with the O'Hare girl but he kept his concentration on the other one. Snape could be dealt with later and he would deal with the boy. How dare he come in and protect the stupid chit? The boy needed to remember where his loyalties lay. He looked back at the other interloper just as the man threw something at him. He lashed out snatching the first of the objects from the air. It burned as he wrapped his hand aroundit and he snarled at the sudden and unexpected pain. He dropped it and knocked the other one to the ground before it could hit him. He knew that particular pain. Silver. The man was throwing silver... somethings at them. He picked up his pace and lashed out his his clawed fingernails. He felt them catch on something but then the man was gone. He growled viciously then turned to check on Tabitha. She looked as angry as he was and he walked over to her and ran one hand through her hair in as soothing a gesture as he could manage. "I know one of them but leave him to me. I'll have words with that boy for interfering. The other one I don't know. We'll have to watch the journals and see if he lets something slip publicly." He took one of her hands in his and licked some of the blood from her fingers. "Mmm, tastes good." A slow malicious grin grew on his face and he looked over his shoulder where the lights of the small border town could be seen. "Yeah, why not? Consider it a warm-up for the new moon." The hand through her hair helped, but only enough to take off the edge of her anger, and Tabitha tried to calm her breathing. She hadn't known Fenrir for very long, and this was the first time she'd ever been with a pack -- before, it had always been just herself and her husband, and while that had been wonderful she found she was taking quite well to this new life. Tabitha was also becoming very fond of Fenrir, and she respected and admired him more than any other werewolves she had met in the past. None had been as powerful or as brutal as he was, and she strove to become like him, wanted to learn to be as fierce of a beast as he was. She nodded obediently when he said he would take care of the boy he knew. She wanted to know more, why Fenrir could easily just have words with him and not just kill him -- that must mean he was supposed to be on their side. But then why would he try to help that girl? She wasn't on their side, or Fenrir would not have let her come out here. Right now, though, Tabitha was too frustrated to concentrate on more than attacking this little town. She smiled as Fenrir tasted the blood on her fingers, unfazed by the act; the action didn't mean anything to her outside of Fenrir just wanting to taste the blood. Human formalities didn't last long with werewolves who give themselves over to their savage sides. "I want to taste more. Let's go, then -- I'm eager to hear their screams." She only wished her husband was here with them, too. Tabitha allowed Fenrir lead the way -- he was the alpha, after all, and she would always follow his lead for as long as she was in his pack -- and the pair of werewolves quickly made their way to the unsuspecting town. They'd never knew what hit them, and by the time they were finished, there would be no less than five dead in their wake. Oh, it was good to be a werewolf. |