Demetrius Avery can see your soul (avery_d) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-11-26 17:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - november, demetrius avery, fleur delacour |
Who: Demetrius Avery and Fleur Delacour
When: Late Saturday Night
Where: Wizarding Cemetery
What: Demetrius is done with Fleur for now.
Rating/Status: TBD; High for language, at least // Closed.
If Fleur Delacour had been hoping for a tea party with the well known Death Eater, then she was sadly mistaken. Demetrius had pushed the blonde woman to the limits of her very soul and any belief that she held near to heart. Not only did he desire to break her physically, but emotionally as well and hear her beg for mercy before each night came to an end. There was no doubt in his mind that he had accomplished that task quite well, knowing that she had regretted the moment that their eyes locked during the battle within the Ministry a few weeks prior. The entire events that followed had been her fault alone. It was a line that Demetrius had uttered to her quite a few times during their time together, belittling her in the process without any hesitation.
He was one of the few Death Eaters that desired to have a pet, even if the individual failed to live longer than a day or two. Of course, on those specific nights, Demetrius was unable to restrain himself towards inflicting the final blow. He had decided to pace himself when it came to Fleur, or she would have lasted the same amount of time as the others. He was ruthless in such situations, lacking compassion in every single turn. Not may could state that they lived through the ordeal that involved numerous ways of torture. If an individual had met with him face to face and survived, it was only because Demetrius allowed the outcome to happen.
As the day had continued through the night, Demetrius had wiped the newly acquired blood on his jacket. It was not his own, glancing at the blonde woman upon the ground. He had left her a bloody mess, presenting her with a few more deep cuts to add to her collection all around her body, which he would state went along nicely with the bruises. Allowing his narrowed gaze of superiority to cast down upon her, Demetrius could easily tell that she did not look like the same woman that he dragged into the darkened room kicking and screaming at the start of the entire ordeal.
All Demetrius knew was that he wanted it all to continue.
As a few seconds had passed, Demetrius had made up his mind. She had earned a bit of freedom, but only for a little while. With heavy foot steps, the Death Eater approached the woman, grabbing her by her by the hem of her shirt and pulled her close to his face. "Let's play another fucking game, bitch," he stated as the fresh blood streamed down her features. In one swift motion or care for the good amount of broken bones that were scattered on her body, Demetrius tossed her over his shoulder and apparating them to a familiar, but quite old wizarding cemetery.