Death Eaters & Supporters

[brian]

Brian grinned a bit at Antonin. "Are you kidding,i wouldn`t miss this for the world sir" Brian said back at him and took a sip from his drink. Brian could see that more people arrived to the ball. Blaze and Helena, And Antonin`s wife were here as well. Brian was sure that this was going to be a great party tonight. It`s been a while since he was spending time with other Death Eaters. He enjoyed the party a lot. He looked at them as they were having a conversation with eachother. It was time for Brian to mingle with them as well. Brian saw Blaze standing next to Gem and walked over there. " Hey there Blaze..Gem" he said and gave them a nod. " glad to see you two made it here" he said and smiled at them.He looked around in the room and at the people talking with eachother. He sighed before he took a new sip of the champagne he was sipping. It was almost empty so he looked for a waiter that carried around those trays with more champagne on them. He hadn`t talked to Blaze in a while now so it was maybe about time to catch up on things with him.
He wondered if everything was okey with them, it seemed like Blaze had an argument with father. As the waiter passed by, Brian grabbed a new glass and placed the empty one on the tray. Brian wondered what to do,instead of just standing there.But he was gonna wait and see if Blaze wanted to talk if he wasn`t too busy with his lady. He was sure there was more people on the party that he could talk with. The night was still young and who knew what would happen.

[ruissexy]

Blaze had just made the biggest mistake ever to been made in the history of the Wizarding World. Antonin Dolohov did not bring up a fucking dog. He turned around, watching his son moving toward the blonde. Slowly, he felt his muscles tense. His teeth gritted and the fire began building up inside of him. Antonin was not made to look like a fool. Ana came back because she loved Antonin, and not because Antonin looked like a fool. If it weren't for Antonin, his son would have been nothing. Just a mere feather gliding against a river's water. And this is the way his son repaid his father back? By making him look like an utter fool in front of his peers? Oh, the boy was going to get it.

Antonin slowly glided over to where his wife stood. He began speaking, as if his anger had washed off. "I hope you're keeping the guests quite busy, love." he smirked, kissing her cheek. "I'm going to have rush off for a minute or two," he said, softly. "I have some quick business to take care of." he turned around, and suddenly, it was as if all the light had been drained out of him. His eyes had gone darker and his face, much paler. He began making his way toward where his son and his wife stood. As he walked, anger swelled up through his veins. Slowly, he cracked his finger muscles. Finally reaching his destination, he took a glance at the blonde. "Lovely meeting you here," he greeted, with a slight demeaning tone. And then it hit him. It was the Ackerley girl. He had met her parents around, and wass quite acquainted with them, but that didn't change much. "Gemma Ackerley, eh?" his eyes swiveled towards his sons. Both interlocked. "Great choice, son." he turned back to the Ackerley. He then turned towards Loudwater with a slight smirk. Before anyone could reply to the man's words, Antonin did. "Glad to see you're interacting with everyone, Brian." he turned back toward Gemma. "You are looking rather lovely this evening, m'girl."

But then it hit Dolohov, like an arrow. It was his son's life. He couldn't always try to control it. Adding to that, Blaze was his son. Antonin was a major family man, and he couldn't stand losing a family member. But, however, Antonin was still quite pissed at the fact that Blaze decided not to tell him. He glanced back at both, oddly, with a grin on. "Dear Gemma dear, I'm going to have to borrow my son for a second," he said, gently. He nodded toward Loudwater and pulled Blaze into a corner in a soft manner. "Look, I'm sorry for the hassle and such. I'm not in my best of moods and you know me when this kind of situation happens. I accept your choice but I'm just rather confused to why you wouldn't tell me?" he spoke in a gentle manner. "Please don't take it the wrong way. Gemma seems like a fine girl. However, please understand that your parents need to know before you go through these kind of decisions. Just because you've graduated, it doesn't mean you leave your family out of special situations like this and anyways, if you did choose to tell me, it wasn't like I was going to get severely out of order. It's your life," he paused. "Look at me now. I'm severely worked up because I thought I knew my son, but I was wrong. I'll leave you two to your business." he patted Blaze's back and strided off to his wife, feeling a slight bit betrayed.

[gem]

A rapid motion caught her eye and Gem turned to see Helena scurrying from the room, visibly distress. Wondering what had caused the turmoil of emotions on the woman's face Gemma looked back to where she had last seen Blaze talking to her, hoping to find him unengaged. She felt a bit out of place at the moment, considering she barely knew anyone in the room. Gemma was attracting more then just the occasional stare, as the other guests tried to discern who she was. Biting her lip Gemma found herself disappointed to see her fiance talking to another man. Normally she would have walked up, and introduced herself but this seemed like another conversation that she didn't want to interrupt. Watching the interaction with a furrowed brow, wondering what was going on, it dawned on Gem that the older man must be Antonin, Blaze's father. It was obvious that they weren't exchanging simply pleasantries, and Gem winced as Antonin turned his eyes toward her. Sensing the displeasure on the man's face Gem managed a small smile, more then relieved to see Blaze making his way toward her.

Returning the kiss Gem pulled back, wearing a worried expression as she looked up at him. "Is something wrong?" She asked softly, chewing gently on her bottom lip in concern. Before she could pursue the issue any further they were greeted by another man. Though he looked familiar, and Gemma was sure she had only meet him at least once before it took her a moment to recall his name, flashing him a polite smile once she did. "Hello Brian, it's nice to see you as well." About to say something more Gemma paused as Antonin approached them, hearing the insult in his voice from the first moment he spoke. She grit her teeth as Antonin spoke as if she wasn't completely present in the conversation but manage to keep up a faint smile, "Pleasure to meet you as well," The man changed tack quickly and Gemma couldn't tell if his compliment was genuine or not, and she responded in like. "Thank you. It's a wonderful party, so far."

There wasn't time to respond to Antonin's request, and Gemma watched, slightly amused as the older man pulled his son away, just out of earshot. Watching them for a moment Gemma tried to understand what had just happened. His rapid mood swings faintly reminded Gemma of the occasional tantrums that Izzie threw when things didn't go her way. However, Isadora was two, and seeing the same emotional roller coaster on a grown man caused a small smirk to crease Gemma's lips as she waited for Blaze to return.

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[rachee]

The night was harsh on Natasha’s cheek as she made her way toward the entrance of the Dolohov manor. It was a familiar set of motions; to climb the steps and place her hand on the doorknob. Inside she heard the usual commotion that any Death Eater’s party would hold. She was tempted to keep her jacket on, but why hide such a lovely outfit? It was hardly appropriate of course. A short sequin dress that allowed just the slightest glance at Natasha’s angelic thighs. She aimed to be as scandalous as possible, without losing her respect for the family name.

Natasha felt that any party would not be complete without her presence, but as she entered the Manor, she realized that some sort of tension had already begun to fill the air. She smiled, family drama stung like a poison. A poison that she was all too happy to be a part of. “Sorry I’m late all.” She wasn’t late of course, the party had just begun, but it seemed fit to draw as much attention to herself as possible. There was quite the turn-out already, she noticed, of notorious figures of the Dark Arts. How so many of the Hogwarts students had the nerve to show their faces at such an exclusive event, was beyond her. “Well hello there.” She mumbled a few pointless hello's.

Across the room Natasha spotted her uncle with a look of distraught on his face. She made a beeline toward him, wildly glancing at everyone in the room. “Oh my, Antonin.” She embraced him with her thin figure of skin and bones. “It appears this party has begun without me? So, what could possibly have distressed my beloved uncle?” She was enthusiastic. On tonight of all nights she felt like causing a scene, but she held her composure, if only to rush to her favorite uncle’s aide on a moment’s notice. Of course, this did ruin all her plans of wreaking havoc on any man she could find.

[fen]

"The shadows! They move into me, darker than anything I have felt before. The night is everyday here, as the depression inches into my very soul. I can not stand this pain, this icy death that will not consume me! I can not fight my way out, but freedom is just on the other side of the damn wall. Outside! The woods, the smells, the hunt; all lost to me now! All lost. I feel their kiss, like death that does not die. The very core of my being is sucked dry, frozen inside my hollow body. I will soon join death, hold it's hand, run through the mist at it's side. There is not stopping it. I have no choice but to die now. With so much left undone, I am nothing. I am no one. I am frozen death, with a dying mind."

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The days crawled past since he had been freed from that certain death. His mind was still hidden within the walls of what could only be described as hell on Earth. His soul was still frozen around those dark edges. He could not breath half the time. Fenrir jumped at the very shadows in which he hid. His life was not worth living, he thought. He was not half the man he used to be, and he knew in his very soul that all he was doing was waiting for that cold death that was promised him at every second within those dark walls. He closed his eyes and smelled the air. He hoped that with each passing scent, that death would come. But then, Fenrir was wolven. He was more animal than human, and that instinct of pure survival was rooted deep within him. He would live, he would heal, and he would kill again. It was only a matter of time.

He did not enjoy the clothes he was forced to wear. They were not at all above him, but since his stay in the wizard prison, Fenrir would prefer running around in the deep forest without the restriction of clothing. However, he was instructed to wear something tasteful. He could think of nothing more tasteful that the young flesh of some child, or young woman who did not expect the ivory nibble his powerful jaws could produce. His own taste was far more barbaric, more animalistic. He did not appreciate the finer qualities of the clothes he was wearing. The restricted his movement, smelled like muggles, and made him look uncomfortable. He wished for nothing more than to get this over with, and move on with things. Hopefully sooner rather than later, Fenrir would escape this small get together, exit these binding clothes, and feast on some unsuspecting person too stupid to avoid the dark forest this late at night. He sighed, and turned away from the woods.

His mangled hand moved down to touch his mysterious wand. No one knew the make of his wand, and he took great pride in not answering questions surrounding one of his greatest possessions. Fenrir went through much to gain back this weapon. He had to kill again to gain his wand, but this mattered little to him. He only cared for one person, and he stood inside that person's skin. He moved his wand out, glanced around paying close attention to the shadows he had just left, and turned on the spot. Within an instant Fenrir was gone only to reappear at the designated location. The damned Dolohov mansion. These were not his people. He always thought they flaunted their wealth, and power. He could not see the reason for the struggles within families as such. His own was not on the best of terms, but at least Fenrir knew what was more prized than the little disks of metal that the goblins of Gringott's horded and protected. Meat, for instance, was worth more than all the Knuts in the goblin bank. To Fenrir, who could eat far more than his share, this would suit him more than all the gold in the Dolohov estate. Yet, with all his perceived faults of the host family, Fernir knew they were Death Eaters. This made them walk on the same paths. He would not trust them. Fenrir would not trust a single soul on these dark days.

He moved slowly up the walk and sniffed the air. Familiar scents invaded his nostrils. His mouth opened to taste the air, and he looked to the front entrance. He had half a mind to turn away, leave the estate and forget this lunatic gathering. He held no real place within these walls. He did not understand why he was needed here tonight. He would much rather run through the trees after some fresh prey. He longed for the fear he could cause. In order to get the blood pumping with adrenaline, Fenrir would play with his meal. He would make sure there was screaming, and then he would feast. Yes, he would feast long into the night before moving back to his current place of hiding. He found himself to be day dreaming, and that was not something that was good for one's health. He exhaled, looked to the doorway and began moving up the walk. Fenrir was already regretting this night. His hand balled into a fist. His arm lifted. He struck the door and waited for an answer.[/color][/blockquote]

{{You have no idea how long it took to type this! Hope it fits, and is welcomed in the thread.}}

[brian]

The party had just begun, and Brian was enjoying himself with drinks and talking to other death eaters that was on the party. It was nice to have a chat with them. More people had arried and the place seemed to be pretty filled now. It brought a grin to Brian`s face. Some of the death eaters at the party he had never seen before either. But there was one person who caught Brian`s attention right away as she walked in. Natasha Dolohov, Antonin`s niece. She was very pretty Brian had to admit to himself as he looked at her. He took a new sip of his drink and waited to see if he got any attention from her. He sighed and the just looked at her.

In some way he hoped that soon he would get contact with her. He moved somewhat closer and stopped. He studied her, she was very pretty. Then Brian looked away for a few moments before he looked back at her. Brian said hello to the people passing by him, and talked some with them. "have a great evening tonight" he said to some and then he walked around for a bit. If he was standing still for too long he would get quite bored with it.


Brian stopped by the stairs and took a seat in it. He was tired of standing so why not rest for a little while. He let his eyes wonder around a little in the room.

[angelahathaway]

Angie strode forward slowly towards Dolohov manor. The chill in the air made her shiver, her cloak obviously was not doing its job very well. She was very excited about tonight, hoping she would make a good impression on these people. She needed it. The invite itself had surprised her, although it was a pleasant surprise. She wanted badly to join the Death Eaters. Angie had actually wondered for a while after she got the invitation as to what made them send one to her. She couldn't fathom anyone who would have thrown her name into the mix. There was only one possibility she could come up with, and that was Jake. They had hit it off quite well at the Christmas Ball, and he may have been wanting to do her that favor. Although that did surprise her, if it was true, because they had only enjoyed each other's company for a while. She hadn't screwed him. Maybe he had liked her anyway.

Angie sort of hoped that she wouldn't have to screw anyone tonight to ensure her a spot with the Death Eaters. It wasn't at all that she minded sleeping with someone tonight, she certainly had the stamina. It was just that she wanted the Death Eaters to have her join because they thought she was useful, not because she had given pleasure to someone there. Although, it was known that Death Eater girls fooled around, and often. Angie did not mind that at all, she would quite enjoy that. And the idea of getting laid tonight actually sounded quite enticing. She licked her lips in anticipation and walked inside.

The party looked like it had been going on for a while, but she didn't mind. Fashionably late. That would be a good thing. Angie removed her cloak slowly to reveal her most dashing outfit. It was seductive, and very pretty. It had taken her a while to decide on what to wear, and this just seemed to be perfect. She figured sexy and seductive would earn her extra brownie points. She had to win these people over tonight, or else she was done. She would never make it in if tonight did not go well.

Angie put on her best smile, and stepped into the light. No hiding in the shadows tonight. No, I will be the best, and kick some ass. I can do this. Tonight is my night.

***outift!