Lucius Malfoy (wandholder) wrote in snitchers, @ 2018-03-15 08:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: fleur weasley, char: lucius malfoy |
Who: Lucius Malfoy and Fleur Weasley
When: Early Hours, March 15th, 2004
Where: Muggle London, Near the Floos leading to the Ministry of Magic
What: The end of an annoying problem.
Rating: High
Warnings: Death
After collecting Fleur from Evan's home, Lucius slipped away from Tinworth before the sun had risen. He said nothing tot he guards standing at the magical gate, nor did he speak to the Imperiused blonde witch walking silently behind him. Lucius walked like a man on a mission. He stride was long and confident, his eyes set ahead. He didn't pause in his steps as he reached behind him to grab Fleur's wrist, apparating them both into the heart of London.
The small side street they stood on would be crawling with wizards and witches in just a few hours. Fleur's body would be discovered and Lucius's plan would be complete. It would be the last step in ensuring Gabrielle's loyalty to him. "Well, Fleur," Lucius said to her with a smirk. "I suppose you regret not taking me up on my offer, hmmm? A pity, really. You could have had a lovely, decadent life in Tinworth, free of worries. Instead, you chose, what? To be a divorcee and single mother. How incredibly noble of you, my dear. I'm sure your convictions and pride are of great comfort now at the end of your life. A wasted life, if I may be so blunt. I see nothing you've contributed to the world, no value or substance. You are what most women of your class end up becoming. A depository for a man's seed. That you chose a Weasley is only proof of your lack of intelligence."
Lucius could see the fire in her eyes, burning hatred as he fought against the curse, but there was no fighting Lucius. Not with the Elder Wand in his possession. He could feel the power roll through his body, vibrating each and every nerve. The thrill of the kill had always been Lucius's favorite part. It was akin to an orgasm, he believed. The build up was delicious, but the moment of death was intoxicating. Pleasurable, but over so quickly, leaving him wanting it again and again.
It was, currently, the only high he had any desire to seek out.
"At least," he finally continued, "you'll be of some use at the end of your wasted life. You will ensure that your darling sister is loyal to me forever. For you, I'm afraid, that comes with quite a bit of pain." Reaching into his cloak with his gloved hand, Lucius withdrew a knife he'd taken from a Muggle weeks before. It had been used to harm a rather pretty blonde woman. Lucius's spies were throughout London and never failed to come through for him. This death couldn't be used with magic. He couldn't claim Fleur's murder as his own work.
Lucius tore Fleur's delicate silk blouse from her body and tugged down her expensive skirt. Pushing her to the ground, he straddled her. "A shame you've already laid with a Weasley, my dear. I cannot let my cock go where those blood traitors have gone before. Such a shame, I'm sure you'd be enjoyable, but we don't have much time, do we?"
Pressing the knife to Fleur's breast, Lucius began to cut. The deep red blood trailed along her pale skin and Lucius watched with an amused smirk as he continued to mutilate her flesh. Each of her breasts were carved into slowly, enough to make her bleed, but not enough to take her life. Not yet. The knife trailed down the valley between her breasts and over her stomach. Now was the time, he thought to himself. Lucius could feel his cock twitch with excitement.
Plunging the knife deep into Fleur's belly, Lucius smiled cruelly. He twisted it back and forth, knowing her internal organs were being ripped apart by the motion. Over and over he stabbed her, each time twisting and turning the knife. Blood spilled from Fleur's lips and Lucius knew the witch only had moments to life. Agonizing, painful moments. Before she slipped from the realm of the living, Lucius removed the curse keeping her under his control.
"I'm going to fuck your sister," he whispered to her. "And she'll scream for me, begging me for more. At the end of your life, Fleur, remember that you failed to protect her from me. You failed wonderfully." With his final act, Lucius plunged the blood soaked knife into Fleur's chest, puncturing a lung, letting her bleed out on the street. He stood, admiring his work as she took her last few gurgling breaths. The moment the life faded from her eyes, Lucius sighed happily and turned to walk away, leaving her body to be discovered by the hapless idiots on their way to work for a dying regime.