Blood on her hands --open--

[xkaitlinx]

"Get back here you little bitch" The sound of her mother's shrill voice filled the ears of the sixteen year old Adriana Reed. Her mother, whom was now standing behind her with her wand pointed at her just smirked as she watched her daughter stand there with her hair pinned up in the same way it had been for over a month now, in a bun with Marcus's wand pinned through it holding it in place. "He's dead Adriana. Dead, dead, dead, and you are going to continue to be that unhappy little pitiful thing you have always been. So why don't you go off and cry now." Her mother continued on, not having the slightest idea of what was about to happen.

Adriana over the past two months has managed to change more than she ever had in her entire life. The one man whom she believed she actually loved was dead, or so she believed. She was living in a lonely world, with nothing else in her life to look up too, but somehow, she had managed not to shed one tear. Adriana was holding it all in, for one moment, for one moment that would cause her whole life to change. So standing there with cold eyes Adriana just tilted her head watching as her mother continued to curse, and yell at her sixteen year old daughter, but to her surprise there was a smirk now playing on the sixteen year olds lips. With her hands outstretched to her sides she made herself the perfect target. "Come on mom. Hit me, give me your best shot, i dare you to, I dare you to even raise that pitiful little wand at me. I fucking dare you!" The teenager taunted as she waited for her mom to make a move, if she would.

Her wand was no where near her, well it was. It was in her hair, Chinese style, next to Marcus's wand, just waiting to be used. She watched with those same cold green eyes she had seen once before, as her mother raised her wand, she didn't even have time to mumble one word before Adriana had managed to remove her wand from her hair and point it at her mother. "Expulso" The word rolling off her tongue as she watched her mother fall to the ground, with a large chunk missing out of her left leg, a almost evil grin resting on Adria's lips as she walked over to her mother, bending over on top of her slightly pointing her wand to the tanned skin of her mothers neck. "How does it feel mother dearest, how does it feel to be the helpless one for once in your life!" Her mom just shook her head holding her leg where it was now bleeding, more like gushing. "You bitch!" Was the only thing her dear mother had to tell her..."Bad choice of word...mom"

Adriana just ran her fingers threw her dirty blond hair as she stepped back looking down at her mother who was lying on the ground giving her that i dare you look that she always possessed when looking at her daughter in a time like this, even though there had never actually been a time like this. All the other times it was just Adriana falling victim to the abuse, but now, now she was getting back. Taking her wand Adriana outstretched her wand pointing it at her mothers torso and just smiling that evil smile that had been hiding within her for so long. "Sectumsempra"

The spell shot from her wand covering the short distance and hitting the older woman right in the chest almost instantly causing the crimson red liquid that was leaving her leg to appear in several different cuts across her chest. A even more wicked smile coming across Adriana's pale lips. "How does that feel! Tell me mom how does it feel!" She repeated watching her mother just let out an almost blood curdling scream as she laid therein probably the most pain she had ever had dished out to her in her 38 years of life.

Not one clear word left her mothers lips before Adriana found herself repeating that spell making even more cuts appear on her so called mothers torso. This repeated about four times, actual tears filling her eyes after about the fourth repeat of the Sectumsermpra spell. Why, Adriana didn't know. it might have been the fact that her mothers blood was spread out across the living room floor, and her chest was barely moving up and down by now. Breaths barely being able to escape her lips. this was it. This was the moment that had played in her mind for days and days at the time, but Adriana Madison Reed had never actually thought she would be here, that was until she lost everything she ever cared about... Now she was here, and she was about to finish the one thing she had wanted to happen since she was a child.

Swallowing the not in her throat she stepped forward stepping in the puddle of blood around her mother moving her hands to her moms cheeks making her look at her. "And mom...for the reference, i stopped loving you a long time ago... So go to hell." With that she took the knife that she had conjured into her hand and closed her eyes before stabbing it into her chest...

It took a moment for her mother to fully stop breathing, and probably another five minutes for her to get up from the position she was standing, and walk away from the now lifeless body, wiping her hands on her jeans spreading the blood down the dark denim, only to make it match the hand print that was on the front of her light blue shirt that her mothers hands placed on the fabric... She just knew one thing now, she had to go, and quick. Rubbing her for head with the side of her hand she walked out of the house quickly before turning her body around, pointing her wand to the small house she had grown up in, mumbling a spell bursting the house into flames, just standing with her arms crossed watching the last peace of her past burn to the ground along with the woman she no longer had to worry about...

[ray3]

Things were sane. A little too sane, in the little group of surviving Death Eaters, and as much as it pained him, Sethos had to admit that he was rather bored. These people cared too much about leaving a fingerprint. They were too cautious about being caught. That was not how Sethos lived. He would rather slaughter a dozen people, and have his signature graffiti all over the chosen room, so that everyone would know that it was he who had done it. So, after only three days of doing absolutely nothing, Sethos decided he was better off alone. He felt, well, normal. He didn't like that. Although, he did round up a few younger, less experienced men who desired power, and they obviously felt that Sethos would be the right man to give it to them. But of course, they would surely die at one point. They were all going to be a bunch of 'small-timers'. But they were of good use to him, no doubt. They were like his own puppets. He controlled them. He had power.

But for now, Sethos was quite alone. But he had a few trustworthy companions he liked to call dynamite. And gunpowder. And of course, his wand. But Sethos did not rely on his magical ability. He was skilled, yes. But he had no patience for magic.

The night had stretched on for too long. Well, it seemed that way. It was approaching three o'clock, and the streets of Diagon Alley were more of a ghost town than a market. Yes, the cobbled streets seemed to change dramatically from day to night. No-one dared to leave the safety of their homes, and anyone who had no comfort of shelter would hide in the shadows, easing into the darkness of insanity day by day. Sethos was more than attracted to these sort of people. Their crazed minds wouldn't care for any human being. They wouldn't care for anything. Much like Sethos. He walked swiftly down the street, with slow, defining footsteps, to show everyone that someone was lurking around. He liked to build the tension. He was here for no apparent reason. Maybe he was simply out for some fresh air. Well, hell had to be freezing over if that were the case. No, Sethos was out, just looking for something or someone that caught his eye.

The air was deadened by his presence. Not one person dared to even peek out of their curtians, but Sethos noticed a few rushing shiloettes behind the light material. Sethos snorted, but pressed on. He decided, for once, not to cause a scene, but he did kick aside a body. The man on the ground was not dead, but he had passed out. The stench of alcohol was slightly overwhelming, but Sethos merely sighed and walked on, leaving the creepy silence of Diagon Alley.

He ended up in a rather quiet street. The ground was damp from the rain that had poured down earlier. The air was crisp and froze, and Sethos could see his breath before him. He was rather amused by it, but it reminded him of his addiction with tobacco, so he stopped breathing for a moment, but he didn't want to pass out, so he kept his breaths slow and soft. He began to walk slowly down the street, in the midle of the road. This street was quite dead too. Oh lord. Was there nowhere in this god for saken world that had any place to be for a man like Sethos? His hopes were low.

He began humming a very happy tune. Then the hums turned into 'Da-Dums', and he started skipping. He was enjoying this. But then, finally, something did catch his eye. He froze suddenly to a hault to see a burst fo fire, and a house burning into dust. Fire was so beautiful. Sethos had to go and see who or what had put on this magnificent performance. He found the remains of the house just in the nick of time, the fire had died down. Shame. But then, Sethos saw a body. He walked forward. It was a girl. Her arms were folded, and she was looking at the firewood before her. She looked quite pleased with herself. Sethos put one foot infront of the other, and stopped a few metres away from the girl. He had his hands behind his back, and he would seem a very normal man. If only he didn't look quite terrifying. He sighed, making his prescense known. He waited a few heart beats before leaning forward and saying with an unmissibly charming voice, "Hello there."

[xkaitlinx]

The feeling of what she had just done hadn't even started to settle in, but she knew it wouldn't be the normal regret that most people would feel after killing their mother, no this feeling was starting to feel more like a relief to the young girl. When one woman could manage to turn someone's whole life into a living hell, they deserved to die in Adriana's opinion. Even if her mother brought her into this world, she didn't care the least bit. The only thing she even thought about as she stood there earlier doing what she did was all the things Carrie Reed did to her through out the years. From the abuse, to the not feeding, to the fact that when Adriana came home nearly 9 months ago to tell her mother that she was pregnant that the woman felt the need to use the cruciotis curse on her a total of 7 times. Leaving seven different scars on the girls body, only the one on her hip noticeable.

All of this was racing threw her mind as her blood streaked face and slightly tousled hair stood there in front of the now barely burning house. She was proud of her self in a since, but then she thought about Marcus. How he told her he felt after he killed Griffon and his father. How he felt heartless, and the only things he could think about was if she would feel that same way in a few days, if she would feel so heartless as Marcus had described, but something told her she wouldn't feel like that, because she knew what to expect. that and the fact that if she ever started feeling that heartless all she had to do was think of him, and it would make her whole body flutter, her stomach do a flip, and her heart to speed up. Damn how love seemed to affect her.

But before her thoughts could continue she heard the sound of a sigh, followed by a mans voice. Almost instantly her hands shot up with her wand pointed at the man as the fire of the house seemed to shoot up yet again do the surprised feelings of Adriana, fire, something she had been able to control wandlessly since she was about 13, it came in handy. But that wasn't the point. She tilted her face with the now dried blood, to the left as she looked at the man whom she would most likely have been frightened from during any other moment but now.

With a crooked grin on her lips a wicked laugh ex caped her lips as she kept a firm grip on the wand not knowing what to expect from the man. "Hello." She said in a cold vile voice as she tilted her head to the other side trying to decide how to handle this situation. "What brings someone like... you out here to find little innocent me." She said putting a major sarcastic tone on the word innocent as she smiled that wicked smile.

[ray3]

He felt as if he was reliving a moment of his life. Deja vu. That's what it felt like. Yes, maybe it was a dream he'd had, but Sethos never ever dreamt, more or less because he never slept. The lack of sleep showed in his blood-shot eyes, but his eyes were shadowed by the bright make-up that plastered his face. His tounge flickered as he licked his lips, a small twitch that happened quite randomly one day, and stuck. And as his tounge ran over his mouth, he felt the dent in his face. The scars. He sometimes forgot they were there, and merely thought of himself as a jolly man with paint on his face. But as much as he tried to seem harmless, the scars would never disappear.

The deja vu was getting a lot more overwhelming. It was more of a feeling than a memory. The feeling itself, he couldn't pin-point it. Desire maybe? Perhaps even longing. Yes, now he remembered. A part of his history that he could not be sure of. If it was real, or if it was just a story he made up, and liked to believe it was real. And then he froze, his eyes gazed into the unknown.

"Hmm," Sethos snapped out of his flashback, and turned to see a girl. She was very pretty. She was Anna. Sethos gasped slightly, but he made it seem as if he was just being affected by the soot in the air. He faked a cough and waved his hand around his face, trying to rid away the dirt in the air. He heard the girl speaking and he smiled, causing his permanent one to stretch. He looked disturbing. He liked this girl. She had guts. And she was teasing, a bonus! "Ah my little darling, you wouldn't like to know ... " he glanced to the burned remains of what seemed to be the girl's house, "but judging by what we're standing next to, I believe we are very much in the same position." And he chuckled slightly. He was armed enough for seven men, but in his hands were nothing. He was, for the first time in a while, an easy target.

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