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Bellatrix Lestrange (sw_bellatrix) wrote in strugglewithin,
@ 2008-12-08 19:53:00

Entry tags:

*complete, bellatrix lestrange, padrig cadwallader

RP: Looking for a few good men
Date: 8 September 1997
Characters: Bellatrix Lestrange, Padrig Cadwallader
Location: Undisclosed
Status: Private
Summary: Bellatrix contemplates Mr. Cadwalader's level of usefulness..
Completion: Complete

Bellatrix waited in the deepest part of the shadows under the trees lining the graveyard. She'd sent a note to Cadwallader earlier that day.  He had best not be late.

It was time to evaluate the boy. Her Lord's ranks were sadly lacking in footsoldiers with enough brain power to cast an umbrella charm when it rained.   Cadwallader had some modicum of intelligence and a strong sense of self preservation. The question was, did he have the intestinal fortitude to be a Death Eater.

If he did not arrive soon, she would test that fortitude by pulling out his intestines and visually inspecting them.

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	caddishly 2008-12-08 09:49 pm UTC (link)
	Wake them up, he could certainly do that. He took aim at the door and cast a powerful Reducto at it, blasting it back into vapor, sending pieces of it into the room. There was a moment of silence, and then lights were flickering on inside, and he gestured for Bellatrix to proceed him. "After you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sw_bellatrix
2008-12-08 10:07 pm UTC (link)

Bella nodded her approval and swept past him into the terribly plebian kitchen. Gingham prints? How tacky.

The father charged into the room, his dressing gown gaping open and streaming behind him in a parady of a proper cloak. He slid to a halt upon spotting her and let loose an offensive stream of incredulous vulgarity. A flick of her wand sent him flying to slam into the far wall with an agonized grunt. "Do not speak to your betters in such a tone, you foul creature."

The wife screamed from the other room and Bellatrix sent the neophyte after her with a wave of her hand.

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caddishly
2008-12-08 10:14 pm UTC (link)

Pig ignored the man on the floor, immediately seeking out the sourch of the scream. It rippled out, and he soon found the woman standing at the top of the stairs, holding onto the railing. There was a child, perhaps thirteen, behind her, and he deliberately ignored it, bounding up the stairs in two or three long legged leaps and grabbing the woman by the hair and pulling her down.

He held up a hand to silence the boy, eyes on him, cold and hard, and then pointed back in the direction of the bedrooms, before dragging the woman down the stairs, her screams half muffled now as she watched her child above, almost, somehow, understanding that the boy might be spared.

The woman was dressed in a nightshirt featuring kittens playing with balls of yarn, and he was almost disgusted with the utter ordinariness of it.

He pushed her down on her knees in the kitchen in front of Bellatrix, then raised his eyes to the Death Eater, his wand in his hand, and barely breathing hard.

"What do you wish me to do with her?"

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	sw_bellatrix 2008-12-08 10:25 pm UTC (link)
	"Silence," she hissed at the Muggle, sewing his mouth shut with a wave of her hand. "Ladies first, if baseborn filth such as your wife can dare to claim that title." "Tell me, Padrig, how are your Unforgiveables?" Her pale eyes gleamed within her mask. "Show me. I want to hear her voice all cracked and frayed at the edges." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

caddishly
2008-12-08 10:30 pm UTC (link)

He stepped back from the woman, eyes on Bellatrix, knowing exactly what she was asking of him, part of him horrified he would not be able to complete the task. He would though, and he could. He'd thought of it before, the sheer pain richocheting through your limbs as they turned in on each other, the screams, the horror.

When he looked down at the woman, her eyes were wide and pleading, terrified, and it was the fear that did it, the same way Marietta's fear at times pushed him, made him do things to her just because he could.

"Let's find out." He aimed his wand at the woman and focused on her eyes, solely on them, knowing she could see his, how dark they were and dangerous. He hoped she feared him.

"Crucio!" The magic licked out of his wand and into her, invisible torturous fire, and then she was screaming, high and terrified, her body contorting in on itself, and the husband was screaming too, muffled and garbled in his throat, and Padrig felt it filling him, the sheer power of it, more seductive than anything he'd felt before.

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sw_bellatrix
2008-12-08 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Bellatrix silently cast the spell that let her see through the boy's mask. The mask was to hide him from the Muggles, from their enemies, not from her. How else could she judge him? Legimency would have worked just as well, but she lacked her Lord's subtle touch. No, it was better to let the boy think he was safely hidden behind a bit of magic and pale, pale metal.

It was facinating to watch the shift of his expression as he first gathered his nerve and then his passion before casting that lovely dark spell. Oh yes, this was one that would appreciate the sheer seductive strength of the Dark Arts.

"Ease up, my dear boy. You cannot keep her under so long or you'll break her mind far too early."

The Muggle man was struggling against the invisible bonds that held him against the wall. Negligantly, Bellatrix gave him something else to concentrate on in the form of a Bone-freezing Curse.

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caddishly
2008-12-08 10:45 pm UTC (link)

He tapered off the spell and, with a twist of his wand, ended it, leaving the woman crumpled on the floor. It left him feeling powerful, half aroused and real, as if this was what he had been made to do.

The man was howling in silent agony at whatever Bellatrix had cast at him, and he looked over at his Mentor with a quiet little smile curving up the corners of his mouth.

"Do you think they'll continue their pursuit of a lost cause? Or do they need to be taught further?"

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sw_bellatrix
2008-12-08 10:56 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, I am sure they have learned quite well." She lifted her skirts so she could step daintily over the woman's twitching hand. "But this pitiful creatures are not the only ones who must be taught a lesson."

She brushed her gloved hand over Padrig's masked cheek and down his throat as she passed him to examine the man more closely.

Hmph. The creature must have had a weak heart. He was already fading. She did not appreciate toys that broke so easily.

"The night grows old. Finish it," she said lightly. Ending the spells holding the man to the wall, she let his cooling body collapse to the floor.

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caddishly
2008-12-08 11:02 pm UTC (link)

Her touch sent a cold shiver down his body, one that was unexpected but not unwelcome. He followed her with his eyes as she bent over the man and then, when she stepped back, he nodded at her command.

For a moment only he paused, thinking of the boy upstairs, hiding, praying, or perhaps watching them somehow. He would survive if he was wily. But there was no help for these two.

"Avada Kedavra." It was a whisper, a caress, far more than his own parents had received, and her pain was ending, as lovely as it had been.

He had uttered the words without thought, the green light flickering through the kitchen, and then... nothing.

She was dead and he had killed, a cold, nearly unbelievable and wicked sense of want and pleasure jolted through him at the sheer power of it.

"Your will be done," he said, looking up at Bellatrix and giving her a cold smile. He stepped over the body, ushering his Mistress out before him, knowing the boy would find the bodies, cry, mourn. He wasn't certain he could kill a child. But who knew. Anything, he supposed, was possible now.

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sw_bellatrix
2008-12-08 11:13 pm UTC (link)

Once they were outside, Bellatrix raised her wand and called out reverently, "Mors Mordre." As the great skull and snake writhe above them, she sighed happily.

What a glorious night. Her Rodolphus should be waiting for her in their chambers in the manor that had been so graciously turned over to them for their use.

"You may keep the mask," she said, turning back to the boy. He had done well. Very well indeed. "For now. Let none find it." She gave him a long measuring look. "I will send you certain tomes. Study them. No potential servant of my Lord should be lacking in his knowledge of the Arts."

It was the work of a moment to drop the anti-Muggle spells. Let the please-men come now.

"Good evening, dear Padrig." Then she was gone.

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caddishly
2008-12-08 11:19 pm UTC (link)

Padrig watched her go. There was a moment of silence and then he could hear an alarm going off in the house and the boy's cries. He turned to the door, his eyes meeting those of the boy kneeling on the floor, weeping, and for a moment, he felt an ounce of remorse, of regret, but then, in an instant, he pushed it down, suffocated it.

No more. He Disapparated with a crack and was gone, the smoke and the sight of the Dark Mark in the sky setting fire to the blood in his veins.

No more was he someone like that, pitiful, weak. Now he was the hunter. Now they were the prey.

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