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Rabastan Lestrange (rabs_strange) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-03-17 17:11:00

Who: Rabastan Lestrange and Alecto Carrow
When: Early hours of the 17th, after her time with ~~smelly~~ Amycus
Where: Grimmauld Place, Alecto's Room
What: A surprise for Alecto
Rating/Status: Language, possibly a bit of gore in detail wise. Expect the unexpected coming from them. Will change if need be.

It had been a fun night to say the very least for Rabastan. Unlike an evening with a run in from someone unexpected that ruinned his entire venture outdoors, that particular night was far better already. He had returned to Grimmauld Place earlier then usual compared to other nights that had ended just before the sun rose for the new day. On other days, he didn't have something special and unique to give another. Now, Rabastan wasn't someone who liked surprises. In fact, he dispised them greatly, unless they came from his brother. The eldest Lestrange sibling knew just want to give him at any random moment, but once he had seen a particular thing the urge to give it towards the Carrow sibling that usually appeared on his mind at one time or another had been strong from the start.

He had ventured through the hallways clutching a box within his grip, almost like a child with a new toy. The thought of someone taking the medium sized package was within his mind and he would gladly do away with the person that dared tried to do such a thing, friend or foe. Letting his eyes dart towards both side of him, almost expecting something to pop out of no where, Rabastan narrowed his eyes, before glancing backwards as he continued on. He didn't understand why he felt so suspicious or at least cautious of his surroundings. Then again, he barely knew that he truly was doing such actions.

Just as he reached Alecto's bed room door, Rabastan didn't care to knock on the smooth cool surface of the door. That truly wasn't his style, even with the possiblity that the woman might be nude for one reason or another, didn't stop him from turning the knob automatically either. Swinging the door open, he glanced around. A almost disappointed look came across his face when she wasn't exactly there. Pulling the box closer to his chest, Rabastan stepped further into the room, allowing the door to slam right behind him without a care. He took a few steps within Aletcto's room, surveying the area. He hadn't been in her room in quite a while, so long that he could barely remember the last time. That didn't matter anyway though. What did matter was that a gift must be given.

At this late of an hour, she surly venture in sometime soon, right? Possibly. They were alike in many areas. Unpredictability was their speciality. No one could really guess what they were accomplishing at any given moment or what they truly meant by doing an action. That was how Rabastan liked it. And another reason among many that he enjoyed poking, proding, and bothering Alecto at any given time or place. Just thinking about doing such actions towards the woman excited him very much, hoping that she would arrive any moment.

Placing the box on the table, his mind had wondered off to an early part of the evening when the item had come into his possession. A flash of green light had emitted from his wand, before bits and pieces had gone everywhere. Feeling amuse with the image in his mind, Rabastan began to stroke the package with a smirk spreading across his facial features. Now with a gift came the perfect words to say towards Alecto, unsure how she would take his presence in her room. If he was naked, his ass would have been tossed out quicker then he could say cow's tongue. However, that wasn't something that was in his mind. He wanted to gloat at his accomplishment of the night with one of his favorite people that wasn't the Dark Lord. Alecto was the perfect person to show the item to, making it into a gift for her. What she decided to do with it after their conversation was her decision, not his own.

Letting his gaze on the package trail down the edges, Rabastan couldn't help but notice that a red stain had seeped through the material of the box. He let his head tilt to the right at his eyes rested on it, watching it almost hoping that it would burst forward and surround his entire body in the liquid. Alas, he knew that wasn't going to happen. As long as it wasn't spreading onto the cover's of Alecto's bed, he was still in the safe of not being tossed out in his rear end. Turnind his head ever slowly towards the same side towards the back of himself, he completed a 180 with his body and began pacing back and forth across the bare floor of the room.

"This is for you," he said, practing the words that he was going to say to Alecto. He wasn't someone to act shy or stray away from the task at hand. It was just that his mind wandered more than he liked. Althrough he thew himself constantly into different situations without thinking, at crunch time, Rabastan could think fast if need be during any conversation or actions with another. He was smart, despite being more crazed then a lot of other Death Eaters. "It's better then fried lamb guts." Using hands hand arms to do a bit of the talking, his face lit up with the relase of the words from his lips.

"Wait, does Alecto even like lambs?" he asked himself sounding more confused then normal, while placing a finger to the tip of his chin.

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alecto__carrow
2010-03-18 03:19 am UTC (link)

"She does not. They're too cute. She doesn't like fluffy." A timid squeaky voice came out from underneath Alecto's bed. A bruised and battered house elf, with clipped ears. Obviously abused, yet pitifully loyal to Alecto. No matter how much Alecto tortured and assaulted the house elf, it still remained by her side, subservient and loyal. It sickened Alecto to see how willing to please her the elf was. Without Alecto around to tell her to shut up, the elf inched it's way over the the table and peered up curiously at the box before giving a sharp glare to the man.

"You aren't supposed to be in here. Master Amycus will surely kill you, he will. He will, yup yup. Master Amycus doesn't like other males around his sister. Nope, nope, nope. No he doesn't." A glare that was likely supposed to be vicious, was more pathetic than anything. Head ducked just slightly, as ears twitched, and turned towards the door. Gasping loudly, the elf snapped it's fingers and suddenly disappeared, leaving Rabastan alone in the room. The sound of approaching footsteps was the reason that the house elf vanished.

Alecto was still running on her high from torturing muggles when she finally decided it was time to head to bed. She wasn't tired, but she did want to get out of her clothes. A black and white corset cinched voluptuous curves and gave her a fuller look. The corset was stained with blood and finger smudges of blood. Raven black hair looked a bit tossed and mussed, as a streak of blood ran down her cheek. A black and white skirt hugged her hips and moved with her steps. A pair of black stiletto heels made her usually short and stocky frame elongated and taller. Instead of standing at a short 5 feet, she was not 5 feet and 5 inches. It helped with intimidating muggles, none of them really took a woman who had to look up to them seriously. Heels were a necessity, and besides, they just made her legs look long.

Placing a hand on the doorknob, Alecto paused as she could sense something wasn't right. Hand snaked under her skirt to pull out a sharp silver dagger from her thigh holster. Dark brown eyes narrowed as she could hear something or someone within her room. Growling, Alecto tossed open the door. Dagger went flying through the air, and grazed right past Rabastan's ear and penetrated the opposite wall.

"Rabbit...." Voice was slightly breathless as she tried to calm that the adrenaline that was rushing through her veins. The prospect of some unknown person rummaging through her room got her worked up all over again. Of course, she didn't have to call him by that little pet name, but well, she was in one of those moods. A mood that sent thrills up her spine, and turned her on slightly - it was only sensible that she was call him by an endearing pet name.

Eyes flickered over the dagger sticking out of the wall before closing the door quietly behind her. "What are you doing here?" It's not that she was ungrateful he was there. On the contrary, Rabastan was welcome into her room any time he wanted.... unless Amycus was there, or anywhere close. At the moment, Alecto had no idea where her brother ran off to, probably back to bed, considering she woke him up.

Stepping towards him, she studied his demeanor and expression. He looked excited about something. Tilting her head to the side, a few strands of black hair fell in her gaze. This truly was the perfect night, first muggle torturing and killing with her brother and now.... her favorite Lestrange brother was in her room with a manic look in his eyes. Crimson painted lips curled into a devious smirk as her eyes trailed down to the box on the table.

"Why, love, did you get me a gift?" A finely sculpted brow arched inquisitively towards him. If there was only one way to get on Alecto's good side, it was to give her gifts. While she would outwardly admit to hating surprises, she secretly loved them; they made her feel special and wanted. Gifts were a good way to make her like you.

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rabs_strange
2010-03-18 06:49 pm UTC (link)

Raising an eyebrow as the house elf revealed herself from under the bed, Rabastan wondered exactly the reason behind the current location of the small creature. He didn't honestly like being in the presence of them, which was only due to the fact that the urge to kick them straight out of the window just to hear the sounds howl out of the damn thing. "Not living lamb. Fried, guts flowing completely out. I know that house elves were stupid. Slipped my mind how much," he replied with a simple shrug of his shoulder. Fluffy. Nothing that he cared to touch was of the sort. It was almost hilarious that someone or something of the sort. And cute? Forget about it. With simple glances at the creature, it looked exactly like it deserved. Alecto treated it just the way it should be, maybe a bit more dried blood and broken fingers, but it was close enough for the moment.

"You should be more worried about yourself. Besides, Amycus is nothing more then a fucking pansy. He's better off in the kitchen making everyone here sandwiches. Tell him I like cheese on the top," he replied with ease. There really wasn't anything in the word to make him worry greatly. Alecto's brother was extremely far down on the list. They didn't enjoy each other's company during their Hogwarts years, and they dispised each other much more. However, there was nothing to fear. Amycus was a talker and rarely followed up on any of his threats. All that aside though, there was absolutly nothing that the other male could do that he couldn't do better. The elder Carrow sibling merely failed in his mind, so he was less then a spect in Rabastan's mind.

As the house elf quickly vanished, he distintly heard a noise directly beyond the door. It was almost instinct that Rabastan took a step closer towards the package. He basically did that without realizing it, but that didn't matter, especially as the doo creeked open a rather sharp dagger nearly impaled the side of his head. Any other person would have screamed out in rage, possibly knock items over in anger, but not Rabastan. He literally stood there almost as nothing had ocurred really. Yes, he did realize the dagger had been inches away from drawing blood, but it didn't do such a thing, so why should it matter? Rabastan turned his head ever so slightly to simply gaze at the weapon edged into the wall behind him for a moment, before his eyes locked upon Alecto.

Rabbit. She had to call him that. Never through the years did Rabastan make any verbal gesture of the distaste of the name. The last thing he was a long-eared creature hopping through the forest. And because he made no action towards stopping Alecto from using the word, she constantly used it. He was almost certain that if he did manage to tell her the feelings towards the word, the younger Carrow sibling wouldn't make the slightest attempt to end calling him that.

Through his calm demenor, Rabastan was clearly excited. Physically. Mentally. Killing seemingly got the adrenaline running almost a full speed. If anyone could tell easily, it would be the woman before him. Oh, how he wished she could have been there. Pieces of flesh flying through the air that had happened before a loud bang. Fingers falling freely. Limbs landing on other household items. He didn't expect something to large to remain intact from his encounter with the female. It was simply too good to not show off. The kill that he had been waiting for months to occur. No one refused Rabastan Lestrange anything that he wanted. No one. And if they did, they paid the ulimate price, which was their life.

"I thought was allowed in your room anytime?" he asked with a wicked grin spread across his facial features. If there was one thing that Alecto's house elf did speak true about, it was of how Amycus would feel knowing that Rabastan was within her room. The other male was no trouble for him. All talk and no show. Besides, he was a Lestrange; therefore, he was better than that rest. Resting a hand on top of the box, his hand ran down the smooth side. He allowed the blood that seeped through cover his fingertips and let it slip down his skin, before showing Alecto. "I do indeed have a gift for you. However, I didn't buy it. Nor did I exactly make it."

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rabs_strange
2010-03-18 06:50 pm UTC (link)

Rabastan took one step closer to the female, wanting to pull her closer because of the sudden rush that his body had given him. The night was truly amazing in his eyes. Well, any night that he had taken a life with his own hand was a remarkable evening. Being able to show someone that he eagarly wanted of his accomplishments made everything far grander. With his more clean hand, he grabbed ahold of her wrist and pulled it near him, before smearing the blood upon her palm. "It is yours to do whatever you wish with," he stated, not being able to rid himself of the grin and the crazed look within his eyes. "It is better than a finely aged bottle of firewhiskey under the crimson moon."

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alecto__carrow
2010-03-19 01:51 am UTC (link)

Alecto knew that Rabastan did not like her brother. Not many people like Amycus, at least not like she did. They had an interesting relationship. Especially since Rabastan could never ever replace the sort of relationship that she had with Amycus. If forced to ever pick between them, Alecto had no doubt in her mind that she would pick Amycus. Her brother knew her better than anyone in the world knew her. He was really the only one that could keep her on track, and focused on a goal. Rabastan? Well, Rabastan had the capability of instigating her. Not that Alecto was complaining, she enjoyed those types of people, it was just.... sometimes.... a hindrance when she had a specific task to complete.

As Rabastan took a step closer, Alecto stood a little firmer. He was invading her bubble and she didn't like that.... at least not when it wasn't HER invading someone elses bubble. Ironically, a lot of the things that Alecto did to other people, she didn't like done to herself. While she had no trouble invading someone elses bed, if someone attempted to do that to her, she would kill them before learning of their intentions. As his hand wrapped around her wrist, her gaze narrowed on him and a low growl rumbled through her throat. Watching him very very closely, she was waiting for him to twitch, and give himself away. She was waiting for that single motion to trigger her own instinct to act in defense.

However, that never came, and Alecto could only allow her breath to catch in her throat as she watched his fingers smear the crimson across her ivory palm. Tugging her hand out of his grasp she moved to the box and studied the outside of it. It was nothing fancy, a simple box; not even topped with a bow, Alecto began to wonder what was in it, especially when she noted that there was a red liquid oozing from one of the edges. Tilting her head to the side, her fingers ran over all the edges except the one with the red stuff leaking from it.

"Better than a finely aged bottle of firewhiskey," She echoed quietly as she tried to think of what could be in it. Perhaps there's a bat, or a rat. The pox? Oh how delightful the pox. Lips curled into a smirk as she inched a finger underneath the lid and began to wedge the lid up.

As the lid popped open, Alecto came face to face with a rather notorious woman within the Death Eaters. That smirk curled into something even broader, as she reached into the box and curled her fingers into the matted hair of Madea Montgomery. Lifting her decapitated head out of the box, the jaw on the head slackened and hung open as lifeless grey eyes stared directly at Alecto. Her hand with the smudge of blood on it lifted to trace down the head's jaw, caressing the cold skin, a stark contrast to the warm touch from Alecto.

Turning to finally face Rabastan, her eyes were wide and lively. Holding up the head, she could feel her heart racing within her chest. "You..." Breathing heavily, she could feel her heart pumping within her ears. "You.... killed her! Does that mean....?" Her voice trailed off, as she realized exactly what this meant. They had the CUP! The Dark Lord must be ECSTATIC! Stepping closer to Rabastan, the hand not holding the head extended to trace along his jaw line.

"You did very well." Her voice was a gentle purr towards him, as she leaned forward to press a kiss against his cheek.

"Our Lord must be very happy."

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rabs_strange
2010-03-19 04:23 pm UTC (link)

Personal bubbles didn't mean a thing to Rabastan. He enjoyed being as close to another when he wanted, never having been pushed back from any advance, unless it was playful. Those were quite enjoyable in his opinion. When he had ventured closer to Alecto at that moment, his mind was blank, eyes still filled with a crazed look pulsating right through. Anyone could read his estatic, calm demenor at that moment. There was only other person that could read him rather easily, which was his elder brother. However, he wasn't around at that moment. Alecto was. And even if Roldophus was within Grimmauld Place, he would have still shared the exciting gift with the woman in front of him. No doubt about it. As much as he cared about his brother and all that he had done for him, she had a sense of familarity around her vicinity. More so, they were alike in different ways.

He had heard the low growl coming from her in a defensive sort of way; however, that wasn't enough to pull him away. A different act wasn't on his mind at the moment. Rabastan simply wanted a clear way to draw her towards the box in her own time. It would also help if she didn't lundge at him in a unexpected way, Rabastan knew that he was in the clear, especially after he smeared the crimson liquid upon her palm. Other's might have found that beyond dicusting, but he knew that Alecto wouldn't see things that way, unless it was upon her face. He even had limits when it came to doing such an action towards the other. If she had asked him to just that, then that was a completely different story. All she had to do was ask, especially if it meant that the action would have turned her on.

With a smirk spreading across his face again, Rabastan watched as Alecto approach the box and utter the exact words the had said moments before. He did have his way with words. Always did, despite sounding crazy with his random mixture of choice words to describe his actions, among other things. Standing towards the side of her as she eyed the box curiously, he had the urge to rip the material wide open. It didn't help that he once again imagined himself batheing within the woman's blood once again. The anger that Medea had caused him for months had been released finally, which was fueled with hatred and holding on to a simple grudge.

As the lid finally open and Alecto's eyes came in contact with the item within, Rabastan couldn't help but feel proud. He stood higher, well, more then he usually did. He felt extremely good about his accomplishment that evening and was begging to share it with someone. It was more then just a simple good thing in his eyes. Maybe the Dark Lord would even reward him for his actions. Besides, no one would miss the whore of a woman. Her own twin daughters wouldn't even shead a tear, which the simple thought of the young females caused him to wish that he could get his hands around their throats as well. Rabastan watched as Alecto had pulled the head out of the box, letting some droplets of blood come in contact with he cold floor. His eyes skimmed the woman's look, knowing that she was proud of his work as well, before watching the jaw fall open of the decapitated head.

Calmly letting his eyes return to look into Alecto's as she finally remembered that he was in the same room with him, Rabastan could feel his own heart pump harder. The prospect and thoughts of killing was clearly in mind. It made his blood run faster and adrenline race to the tips of his fingers, going all around, almost as if there there were a party ocurring within his own body. A larger broad, crazed smirk appeared on the face of the younger Lestrange broghter, as a nod slowly answered her question. The Dark Lord entrusted him to search for a specific cup and make sure that it was within a safe place. After the Mongtogery woman refused him within the summer, he had taken it anyway. The refusal had burned a grudge deep within Rabastan. He knew that he must take her life in a gruesome way. Her remains wouldn't be noticeable that easy once, and if, her scattered pieces of the body was ever found.

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rabs_strange
2010-03-19 04:24 pm UTC (link)

"It does mean that," he replied. The cup was safe within the Lestrange vault in Gringotts, waiting for the day that the Dark Lord wished for him to retieve it. Why the cup was so important, he hardly had a clue. It seemed like an ordinary cup to him with unique designs. However, if the Lord wanted such an item, Rabastan wasn't going to hesistate to carry out the request. A sudden rush coursed through him as Alecto had placed a hand down his jaw line. With the way he felt, he was liable to toss her on the bed, merely to have his way with her without a care that Amycus was basically down the hallway. He would just have to walk in on them only to see how a real man took care of things. Those thoughts only increased as she placed a kiss upon his cheek. It had been a while since they had been that close to each other, barely remembering the last time. "Of course, he is happy. I have done well. I have proved my worth. Hopefully, the Lord will reward me soon for my deed."

Rabastan knew that he had done better work then a good handful of other Death Eaters. The trust that he had given to the Dark Lord never faultered and only grew to an abnormally high amount. He would do anything to serve the Dark Lord. "Very happy," he uttered only loud enough for Alecto to hear, as he had taken in a deep breath of her scent, unconciously bringing his head towards the side of her own.

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alecto__carrow
2010-03-22 02:36 am UTC (link)

Rabastan had every right to feel proud. They wanted months for this cup to come into their possession. Months of betrayal and deception and now? Now all of that has paid off and the Dark Lord must be very very proud. Alecto was brimming with excitement, the cards were finally falling into place. All their hard work, dedication, and sacrifice has finally started to pay off. The capture of the Ministry was just the beginning, now the cup was in their possession. While Alecto had NO idea what the cup meant to the Dark Lord, she knew that he pined after it with such a fervor that every time it slipped out of his grasp, they all suffered. Now that is has finally fallen into his grasps, he must be elated. Alecto was certainly happy and relived.

Brushing her cheek against his, eyes closed as she could feel a carnal desire to maul him. The only thing that brought her back to her senses was the sound of blood dripping onto the floor. Ears perked up, as her head tilted to the side just slightly, brushing more roughly against his cheek. Fingers curled into the scalp of Madea's head, as puddle of blood began to pool on the floor. Lifeless eyes stared out across the room before the head dropped to the floor with a deafening THUMP. Alecto's hands reached up to rest on his shoulders. Taking a step closer, her body pressed up against his as her nails raked against his neck.

"You must feel very proud." Her voice was a gentle purr against his ear. Lips brushing lightly over his ear as she spoke. There was certainly some sort of attraction between them. Alecto was always attracted to Rabastan, something about a completely unhinged psychopathic murderer drove her absolutely mad. The idea that he could snap any moment and just go crazy made her utterly wonky for him. Of course, she always treaded carefully, especially when around Amycus and him. She didn't want it to seem like her brother was coming in second.

"You have done very well," Stretching her arm out over his shoulder, her lips brushed against his cheek and down his neck. Fingers on her other hand trailed along his jaw line and towards his chin before moving across his neck. "I think this definitely proves your worth, if he doesn't reward you, love," Lips curled into a predatory smirk, as those dark eyes looked sideways towards him, "and if he doesn't... I shall." Teeth sank into his neck rather roughly. There was nothing sweet and gentle between these two, that was for sure. Everything was carnal, and ran on lust and instant gratification.

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rabs_strange
2010-03-22 07:02 pm UTC (link)

There were only a few people that Rabastan would do things of the sort for without question, which did include Alecto if she merely asked for specific thing for him to do. Others that he see or known on a daily basis, he was more liable to rip their fingers from the core of the joint then attempt to do anything for them, especially if they weren't worthy. It had been quite a long while that he had followed the Dark Lord ever since his final years at Hogwarts. When given a job directly from the man himself, how could he refuse? There were a lot of things that Rabastan owed his Lord, but on the same track, taken away things as well. The things that were missing from his life weren't things that bothered him at any point of the day, nor did that even matter.

Rabastan would have believed at any point of time that Alecto would have moved away from him the second that he had gotten close. Clearly, he was wrong by far. Oh, how much he wanted to have his way with her. Pull her close and rip the clothing from her body from the seems, tossing her upon the nearby bed. That would be something that he had lusted throughout the years that he had known the woman. He truly desired to feel how she felt as a whole.

Easily, he heard the sound the head of Medea fall against the ground hard. Its whereabouts were no concern of his at the moment. The only thought within his mind was ravaging her in anyway possible. As Alecto took a step closer towards his body and raked her nails along his neck roughly, Rabastan could feel himself becoming more aroused then before. The urges had increased easily and thoughts of what they should be doing at that exact moment rached through his mind. "I do indeed feel proud. Not many people get to do such a task for the Dark Lord and quite possibly live to tell the tale," he replied, knowing fully well that their Lord sometimes sent out tasks simply for his own personal gain only to get rid of the messenger with the means of death.

Rabastan slipped his own arms around Alecto's waist, letting his hands enjoy the feel of her body against his own. As her lips trailed around his cheek and upon his neck, while her other hand did it's own magic, the male could no longer resist this thoughts anymore as his tongue ran along the skin of her own neck. The arousal within his pants was too massive to hold back his actions. Just as the words flowed from her mouth and teeth sunk roughly into his neck, that's when Rabastan basically sprung into action. He grabbed ahold of her body, quickly readjusting the angle that Alecto had postioned herself, before forcefully pushing her on top of the matress.

Allowing his actions to become a fluid chain of commands, Rabastan pressed his own body upon the woman's own, bending forward to lay halfly upon her. "I can't wait that long to be rewarded," he replied finally almost breathlessly. His hands ran along her sides firmly as the male's lips pressed upon her own, making each movement hard, especially upon their hips. Others were gentle with their actions in the same situation, but neither of them worked in such a way. Rabastan wanted to feel exactly how close they could be, running on pure lust and yearning for Alecto.

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