dyingforakiss (dyingforakiss) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2008-05-05 08:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | barty, complete |
Show me my leader and i'll pledge obedience
Characters: Barty
Summary: Recovering himself, Barty sets out on a very different path.
Immediately follows this scene
Feeling his strength leaving him with the blood trickling down his arm, Barty's eyes fluttered shut...
...and snapped open again. With a growl of anger he snatched up his wand and began working on the damage he had done to himself. Stupid weakling! he thought, as he worked to knit the flesh. Fortunately, it was not beyond his power to heal, his other soul having given up quickly enough for him to reassert himself.
Satisfied that he wasn't going to die any time soon, Barty looked down at his forearm and laughed. No, he wasn't going anywhere now. His Lord was returning, and he would be there to serve him when he called. He hugged his marked arm to his chest, sighing out a long breath of happiness. He knew that he had returned for a reason. His Lord was returning, and so he was here to serve him. His most loyal follower would be by the Dark Lord's side.
Barty's eyes fell on the mask, and he summoned it to him with a flick of his wand. He tried to black out the white side, but as usual the spell didn't work. Still, the Dark Mark was etched into the blackened side, and he had already started to do his Lord's work. While he hadn't been able to finish her off, hopefully the Mudblood bitch was haemorrhaging in a hospital somewhere. At the very least he had seen the fear in her face.
Struggling up, Barty decided to take that shower. He wobbled a bit from the loss of blood, but he managed to make his way up to his bedroom, before having to collapse on the bed for a rest. His Lord would know a way to get rid of the alien soul trying to take his place. As soon as he had proved himself to his Lord again, he would ask his Lord to free him.
There was a tapping at the window, and Barty heaved himself up and opened the window. An owl flew in and dropped a letter on the bedspread before immediately flying out again. Curious, as he had only received letters from the bank in the past, Barty opened the letter up and sucked in a quick breath between his teeth.
That bitch! If she thought she was going to take the place as the Dark Lord's most favoured, she was sadly mistaken. She had dared to mark him as though he belonged to her, and not their Lord. She played paltry games in the shadows, toying with a select few, rather than coming out into the open to deal death to the Mudbloods. Their Lord would not be impressed by these invites, he would only find favour with those who acted.
Despite his weakness, Barty snatched up his mask and thought quickly of a place to Apparate to. He grinned. Tonight the whole of London would know of his Lord's return. Tonight the Dark Mark would hang in the sky once more!