Who: Evan Rosier & Fleur Delacour What: Fleur is captured Where: First, Tinsworth, then, the Rosier Estate When: November 2nd, 2002, early morning Warnings: Implied assault Status: Complete
A chilly wind from the north swept through the trees, relentlessly assaulting the branches overhead, causing them to clack and creak ominously. Every sound made the tiny hairs on the back of Fleur's neck stand up with trepidation as she edged closer to Tinsworth. Her whole body ached from the cold and stress while her eyes felt tired and strained; she knew the edges of the wards Lucius had placed extended well beyond the boundaries of the town she and Bill once called home. She squinted her blue eyes as though this would expose the invisible magical barrier, though in reality it did nothing but add to the growing headache.
Fleur stopped to rearrange the heavy suede coat and scarf, mentally cursing herself for not adding the fleece lined leggings as well. Too often she'd overdressed for the fall season, and this time she underestimated the strong winds hauling winter in its wake. Another branch snapped, and she froze not unlike a rabbit catching a scent of danger. The branch sounded low... Too low for her liking. Quickly putting back on the fur-lined fingerless gloves she pulled out her wand and assessed the situation from all sides.
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Rosier enjoyed walks such as this one; he'd always been a fan of the chill that fall brought alongside it, and tonight was no different.
What was different about tonight was the fact that he wasn't alone. One the one hand, certainly, he had Zeus by his side to provide companionship, but this was a presence entirely unaccounted for.
Evan's smile was slow as it gathered on his face as he moved to cover alongside Zeus. Fleur Delacour. No doubt here to retrieve her precious little sister.
"Petrificus Totalus," he whispered sharply, the body-bind curse easily slipping free from the tip of his wand.
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The hex hit Fleur before she'd realized the rushing sound wasn't just the wind through the trees. Her body tensed in the most uncomfortable way and teetered before falling forward; the nerves in her brain screamed to thrust forward and break the fall. Instead another sensation - pain - reverbered though they slim form. The body wasn't meant to fall in such a rigid manner. White hot pain seemed though Fleur's left shoulder and hip which had taken the brunt of the impact as well as little stings from various scrapes from branches on her exposed skin.
Fleur's eyes welled with tears from the pain and, slowly, the dawning realization she was completely helpless. The seconds that passed felt like an eternity with only the soft crunching of leaves under feet out of her vision and the press of a wet nose against her cheek.
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Rosier's grin took on a lecherous, downright lascivious quality as he moved to crouch beside where Zeus was already investigating their newest catch. "Well, well, well. That's a right shame, isn't it? Here you came, undoubtedly to rescue your sweet baby sister, and yet it seems not to have worked out too terribly in your favor."
Reaching out to stroke her cheek, he tsk'd. "Such a dreadful shame. She'll be so disappointed to hear of it." Levitating her body up easily he began to make his way back to the estate as she floated alongside him. "My goodness, whatever will I do with you?"
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Inwardly Fleur recoiled at the man's touch though outward she appeared unaffected and not unlike a beautiful sculpture. Only her eyes - red rimmed and brimming with angry tears - betrayed the otherwise neutral expression. This was it - she'd failed. Bill had warned her plan to rescue Gabrielle wouldn't work and now she would suffer the same fate as her little sister.
A cascade of silver-gold hair dangled underneath as Fleur levitated in the air, whipping violently with each gust of wind. She could burn herself before this man made it back to whatever disgusting hole he called a home; use Veela fire to raise her body temperature to a point where she'd die from the heat. It would burn him too should he dare to touch any exposed skin. That could be a plan, but a more rational side whispered to remain calm and assess the situation. Perhaps she would reunite with Gabrielle and they could escape together?
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He had to admit, the thrill he felt at the thought of how helpless she was was incredible, but then, he had always enjoyed the rush of power associated with capturing his prey, however unexpected this morning's hunt may have been.
Holding the door open to his estate, he let her body float in and on down the hall to his laboratory, his magic doing its job as it strapped her to the table easily before freeing her of the body-binding curse.
"We will have so much fun together, of that I can assure you."
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Fleur could only see the sky above as it slowly changed from wildly waving branches and burnt orange leaves to various rooftops. She tried to remember the changes in directions and burned the images of the roofs into her mind for when she finally broke free. This tactic was no different when they entered some sort of building: down a hall, around this corner.
Fleur the feeling of unnatural stiffness left her body and she struggled against against the restraints. She screamed, cursed and threatened all in rapid French.
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Evan couldn't help but laugh, thoroughly delighting in her struggle as the bonds around her wrists and ankles tightened considerably.
Reaching for a pair of gloves, he pulled on first one and then the other before grabbing a syringe and turning to her with a grin. "Ready or not, here I come."
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In her panic Fleur hadn't realized the more she struggled the tighter the restraints wrapped. It was only when she felt a warmth of blood from her wrist where the a bonding had wrapped so tight it cut into her flesh did she stop moving.
Again she spoke in French, demanding to know just what was in the syringe. She closed her eyes and repeated again, this time in English though it did no good; Fleur couldn't have moved her head away even if she wanted to. Her breathing came in short, ragged bursts which, upon the painful prick of the needle, slowed.
The world seemed to grind to a halt as whatever entered her system seeped through her veins and took hold of her brain.
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The poor girl was going to wear herself out and likely make herself have a bloody panic attack if she continued like this, Evan rolling his eyes as he injected the sedative into the vein. It was a good thing her restraints were tightening-- it would be nigh impossible to have done so under other circumstances, what with her thrashing and flailing about on the exam table.
"What I just gave you is a powerful sedative," he answered honestly before turning his attention to another small vial to fill the syringe once more. "And this is something entirely different." Pressing the needle into her vein, he smiled, watching the liquid slowly seep inside of her. "I hope you'll be sure to let me know the moment you start to feel... shall we say, different?"
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Despite her powerful and fiery will Fleur simply couldn't fight against the liquid coursing through her veins and dulling the senses; the concept of struggling seemed too difficult as the sedative whispered for her to go to sleep. Even the table began to feel like a comfortable spot to stretch out and doze off. But she couldn't - wouldn't. If she did Fleur might never wake up again.
"Different?" Fleur attempted to rage, instead her question drawled slowly and drowsily. Another prick through her skin and the curious sensation of something whisper light forced into her vein spread across her body like melting butter. She felt the familiar primal coil of arousal between her legs while her chest flushed with red splotches. Fleur felt uncomfortably hot and groaned. Her skin tingling in the most incredible fashion.
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Watching the reactions from her was almost more satisfying than anything else, and he leaned back briefly to just observe the expressions unfolding over her face.
"Look, you're so much more docile like this, wouldn't you agree?" Evan grinned to himself, his hand moving to her leg. "We're just going to have so much fun."