RP: Natasha and Maria Who: Natasha, Maria Where: Various places in England (murders taking place in Biddenden and Hawkhurst in south-east England) When: November 3, just after sunrise Rating/Warnings: Summary: Natasha tend to Maria before sending her back home.
Maria’s forehead was damp with sweat from her transformation and her breathing was fast and shallow. With a gentle smile rarely seen on her face, Natasha held a cloth to her forehead, brushing away her hair with gentle strokes.
“How are you feeling?” she asked softly, leaning down to kiss the girl on the cheek. “Exhilarated? Free? Powerful?” she suggested seductively, her smile widening.
Their night had been as successful as Natasha had hoped it would be. The meeting point The Dark Lord had arranged was remote, and Maria had arrived without problem, just before her transformation. Natasha had watched, fascinated as she transformed before her very eyes, then run her hands down her fur before Apparating them to their first destination.
The village she’d chosen was small, the man she’d chosen unimportant. He was a man who beat his wife, and Natasha had told Maria so, though she doubted it was even necessary. Maria was eager to kill, her taste for blood only increasing with the wait. With a swift attack the man lay dead in a small empty shed, the fire that followed unseen by the Muggles around the village of Biddenden. Natasha made sure they didn’t even leave before Apparating Maria to the next location. Another small village, Hawkshurst, and this time the man was only a petty thief.
Maria didn’t even look up to be told, she killed with a growl and whimper of pleasure, and Natasha could feel herself getting aroused by the pure power of the creature she was. Such a shame that such a weak girl should be so blessed. But good for her purposes, good indeed.
She’d burnt the second body too, then Disapparated them and let Maria run free until the moon was ready to set. In the clearing in the woods, she watched Maria turn, then went close to take care of her.
“You are remarkable,” she cooed. “So beautiful and strong. I bet people don’t have a clue, do they? They can’t see your true beauty, how could they, when they pity who you truly are?”
She let her hand move down to the necklace around Maria’s neck. She smiled. “Do you like it? Wearing this is more of an honour than you can imagine.” She went on, explaining just how much of an honour. At first Maria was hesitant, worried, but the more Natasha spoke of the freedom and power it could offer, the more Maria felt tempted.
"There is a price," Natsha said, her voice sweet with seduction in a way that made Maria gasp for air. "You need to prove yourself." Maria nodded. "Befriend the Potter girl, nothing more for now, just make her your confidant, make her trust you." She smiled. "Just don't trust her back." Maria returned the smile, biting her lip as she nodded.
"I won't disappoint you," she whispered, and Natasha leaned in, kissing her lips. Oh why had she never known how fun it was to corrupt the young? Especially when they still had the taste of blood lingering on their lips.