Fenrir "whiny little bitch" Greyback (thewolfman) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-07-04 08:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-07] july, ! npc, fenrir greyback, tabitha pryce |
Who: Fenrir Greyback, Tabitha Pryce, NPC werewolves and Muggles
When: 3rd July 1979, evening
Where: Hyde Park, London
What: Fenrir Greyback and Tabitha Pryce make trouble for the Muggles in Hyde Park
Rating: R for violence
Status: Incomplete
Fenrir stood in the shadows underneath a tree in the middle of Hyde Park, Tabitha and the other two werewolves they’d brought with them standing behind him. All around him Muggles and possibly even some witches and wizards made their way to and fro, heading home or going out. None of them aware of the menace that stood in their midst and that was just the way he liked it for now. This was going to be a fine way to spend the new moon, reminding himself of what he was even without being transformed. He just wished he could be the wolf all the time then he wouldn’t have to suffer through nights like this.
He was going to enjoy this even more tonight after the events just outside Hawick. Nobody would be expecting them to act again so soon and he was going to enjoy the reactions they got for this, especially from the MacDonald girl. A pity he didn’t know what she looked like or whether she would be here. Nevertheless, he would make sure she knew that they had hunted here because of her.
He also made a mental note to deal with Snape as well. He didn’t know what the man was playing at, coming in like that and ruing their fun. Rescuing one of the Order of all people. One of the enemy. The boy better have a damn good explanation. Not that he was entirely sure he would take this to anyone further up the hierarchy. He might just keep this as his little secret, something to hold over the boy just in case he needed something in the future. He liked building up these little secrets and debts. He held one over Barty Crouch Jr after all. He was sure that if Daddy were to find out what his boy had been doing there would be little mercy. Not that he felt he would ever need to cash in that particular bargaining chip. Unless of course Barty kept dragging his feet on obtaining the boy. He wanted that boy. He was too good to be left n the hands of the Ministry.
Fenrir shook himself out of his thoughts with a growl and decided that they’d waited long enough.
“Go,” he growled to those with him. “Tabitha, stay alert and stay close enough to get to me when we need to leave.”
With that he ran out from under the tree towards a small family walking by. He howled as he ran and had the delight of seeing them turn and stare at him with shock and horror before he was on top of them. He backhanded the woman with a thumping blow, sending her flying, then bit and clawed the man when he tried to attack. He punched the man hard in the face and laughed as he fell to the ground. Their children had been watching, frozen in horror, and Fenrir grabbed them both. The boy he threw aside, hearing the sound of bones breaking as the boy hit a nearby tree.
He pulled the girl to him. She was young, perhaps only fourteen or fifteen, blond and sweet-faced though now her face was distorted with her fear and terror, tears running down her cheeks as she screamed. He laughed at her and licked her cheek before mashing their mouths together in an obscene parody of a kiss. He bit her bottom lip, feeling blood flow and he licked it away, revelling in the taste.
The girl hung in his grip, sobbing hysterically as blood flowed down her face from her damaged lip. He pulled her close and grinned at her, letting her see his sharpened teeth and grinding himself against her obscenely. He laughed again and bit down hard on her cheek and down to her jaw, leaving behind a bloody, mangled mess in his wake. When he was done, he let her go and she dropped at her feet.
He leaned down and took her chin in a tight grip, raising her head so she was looking at him. He licked her cheek, tasting her sweet blood. “Tell the police that this happened because Mary MacDonald opened her big mouth,” he growled. He gave her a shake and her sobs stuttered. “Do you understand me?”
The girl nodded jerkily. “Mary... MacDonald... opened... her mouth... her fault,” she gasped.
“Good girl,” Fenrir said, giving her mutilated cheek a gentle lick. “Don’t forget.”
He let go of the girl and turned around, looking for the nearest person. By now the others had spread out and started attacking and people were running in all directions, screaming and shouting, cursing and swearing. Those near the gates had escaped already and Fenrir knew their time was now limited. But those further in, those close to where the werewolves had been hiding, were faced with what seemed like danger in all directions, their hysteria and fear making the threat seem more than it was.
Fenrir laughed and howled and leapt at a man running past. He drove the man into the ground, hearing him scream as his shoulder was dislocated. Fenrir didn’t hesitate and drove a fist into the man’s face then continued to rain blows down on the hapless Muggle. The man groaned and cried out as Fenrir beat him, blood welling where his skin had been broken and muffled crunches coming every time Fenrir broke a bone. When the man finally went limp underneath him, Fenrir stopped and examined him.
The man was still conscious but only barely. Fenrir leaned down until his mouth was next to the man’s ear. “Tell the police that Mary MacDonald is to blame for this,” he growled. “Tell them.”
The man moaned, whether from the pain or in response to what Fenrir had said, he didn’t know or care. Fenrir smiled viciously then closed his teeth around the man’s earlobe and bit it off. He swallowed the small piece of flesh and got to his feet.
He lashed out and brought down a woman running past and once again he attacked her with fists, clawed fingernails and teeth, finishing it by telling her about Mary MacDonald, whose big mouth had caused this.
He got to his feet, leaving the woman bloodied and broken on the ground. He could hear shouts and whistles and he looked over towards the gates to see blue-clad police running into the park, truncheons in hand. He whipped around until he found Tabitha and started running towards her.
“Go! Get out!” he bellowed at the other two werewolves, not watching to see if they obeyed his orders. If they did, they would be safe. If they didn’t, they deserved what they got for their stupidity.
When he got to Tabitha, he wrapped one arm around her waist and yanked her away from her victim and as soon as they were clear, he apparated them both away.