Who: Lucius, Elena and then Elena and Katherine What: Lucius tortures Elena and Katherine finds her Where: Secluded spot by the lake Rating R Status: Incomplete
Lucius Malfoy was annoyed. It didn’t suit well for anybody when Lucius was annoyed. After surviving the insanity of Voldemort and the second wizarding war along with his wife and son he had been kidnapped, only to find out that his wife and son had been kidnapped too?! How was that possible? Apparently Narcissa had been here the longest and that just didn’t make sense. She was with him only moments before he blacked out and found himself here. There was a darker magic then even he dappled in at work and he didn’t like that, he didn’t like it at all.
Then there was the fact that everyone here seemed to mock him and his family. This place was crawling with muggles, mudbloods and blood traitors! He would not get along with them and he would not be swayed from his mission to take that little muggle rooming with his son down a peg. Her vampire thought that he could threaten his son? Let’s see how he liked it when Lucius cruicoed the little brat. These threats from Petersen didn’t scare him in the least. At least The Dark Lord would threaten you to your face, this Petersen could only be intimidating over a journal.
He would deal with the fact that Harry, Lily, Sirius and Reg was here later. Right now he had one goal and that was to take this Elena girl down a peg. He was like a hunter stalking its prey. Much like the vampires she so fancied being around. He watched as she left the cabin. Her nose was red and her eyes were swollen as if she had been crying. She had mentioned in her journal earlier that she was sick, but he hardly cared about such matters.
Withdrawing his wand, he waited until they were in a location where they would not be noticed. She still didn’t notice him behind him, but she’d know momentarily.
“Crucio.”
He smirked as she dropped to the ground, screaming in agony. One thing Potter didn’t realize about the curse when he tried to use it on Bellatrix was that you had to mean it. Lucius loved torturing muggles. It was one of his favorite things to do.
He walked toward her again, nudging her on her back with his boot so she could look up at her captor. He smirked at her outraged gasp and kicked her in the ribs when she tried to get up, smirking at her groan of pain.
“Stay down, muggle!” He hissed, “it’s time for you to learn to respect your betters. Cruico!” Her screams and writhes of agony was music to his ears.
This continued for five to ten more minutes, a short time for Lucius to be sure, but he was sure to Elena it seemed like an eternity. Bending down he mockingly bruised the hair from her sweaty brow. He was disappointed that no blood was bubbling from her mouth, but the pain from his kicks and continued use the unforgivable curse was enough for him.
“I’d make you forget your torture dear Elena, but I want you to remember this moment. I want you to remember who your betters are. Should your boyfriend or his brother come after me or my family, I’ll attack you again, or go after your friends. One of them is pregnant I believe.” He smirked as she growled and tried to spit at him. He rose to his feet giving her one final kick in the ribs before heading back towards his cabin. If he paid for this, fine. It was worth it.