"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.