Bishop Takes Pawn
Date: Wednesday, 6 June, 2001
Time: Late evening, before moonrise
Location: A secluded clearing somewhere in England
Characters Involved: Cormac McLaggen, Mandy Brocklehurst, Fenrir Greyback
Rating: PG to R for violence
It had been a remarkably easy thing to gather the information he needed to fulfill his warning. A few days spent watching the various inhabitants of the house come and go gave him all the knowledge he needed to set his trap. Of course, he had to be careful not to give himself away. He remained upwind to hide his scent. The shadows between the houses across the street, he discovered, made an excellent hiding place for one who could remain absolutely still for hours upon end, especially at the New Moon, when his prey's senses were at their dullest.
Now, all he had to do was sit and wait.
And the waiting was not long. Only a couple hours after he arrived at this carefully chosen location his prey arrived.
Oh! She was so sweet and innocent looking, fresh and wholesome. If he hadn't known better, he would never have guessed she'd been bitten and turned more than a year earlier. Most werewolves, true werewolves, would have been world-weary, wary, if not completely battle-hardened by this point. But not this tender morsel. No. Lupin had coddled his pathetic pack, made them soft, let them live like humans. She was as trusting as a lamb led to slaughter.
"Cormac? Cormac, I can't stay long! Where are you?"
He let her wander aimlessly a while longer, enjoying her mounting frustration as she drew nearer and nearer his hiding place. The scent of her was intoxicating, like the clearest water on a winter day. He couldn't wait to sully that purity.
Unfortunately, that was a pleasure not to be his. She must remain untouched for his plan to succeed.
The young man just starting to regain consciousness where he'd been left shackled to a tree, however...he was fair game.
"Mandy?"
"Cormac!"
As the pretty little blonde started to cross the clearing, having finally spotted her rendez vous, he lept down from the tree where he had been watching her. Oh! How delicious it was to feel that young, powerful body struggle agains this own, her momentum as she ran to her friend carrying her right into him before she even realized he was there.
"None of that, little whelp." Laughing harshly when she attempted to strike him, he captured her wrist, twisting her arm cruelly behind her back before the badly aimed punch could connect. His other arm wrapped crushingly around her waist to subdue her. Placing his lips close to her ear, he growled warningly, chiding her trusting entrance. "Lupin should have taught you better than to enter an area without checking for traps first. Lucky for me, he seems to be getting lax, living in that nice, posh little house of yours."
With that he threw her to the ground several feet away, the wand he had confiscated from the boy appearing in his hand as he cast a series of complex warding charms around her. Seeing her look of confusion, he barked in laughter once more.
"What's the matter, little whelp? Did you think that because I hate them I have not learned the ways of wizards? Perhaps you assumed I was like those poor wolves who knew nothing of magic, have no connection to the world of wizards, before they become one of us? Such a naive little wolf you are, barely ready to leave the den, aren't you? It truly is a pity you must be sacrificed this way. I could make much use of such a soft, pliant thing as you." The way the fear flashed in her eyes as she cast useless spell after useless spell against the wards was exhilarating.
"But I have other plans for you now." Walking over to where the young man was beginning to struggle against his bonds, he grabbed the previously immaculate hair and pulled back sharply, displaying the vulnerable throat. "You as well, pretty boy. But you won't be so pretty after I'm through with you."
Backhanding the human for the sheer pleasure of feeling the flesh give beneath his hand, he moved back to where the girl stood frozen in fear, the realities of the situation apparently sinking in. A quick glance at the sky was followed by a sneer.
"You can feel it coming, can't you? Feel the power of the moon creeping over your skin, singing you in your very soul? In a few more moments, we'll be free -- well, I will be. And in the morning, your boyfriend will be nothing more than the remains of a good meal. While you...well...you will be my calling card. Pity."
The first rays of moonlight shot through the clearing then, just enough to illuminate with frightening clarity the moment when the 'man' known as Fenrir Greyback howled with joy, the transformation to his true form taking over.
Then his two 'guests' began to scream.
Time: Late evening, before moonrise
Location: A secluded clearing somewhere in England
Characters Involved: Cormac McLaggen, Mandy Brocklehurst, Fenrir Greyback
Rating: PG to R for violence
It had been a remarkably easy thing to gather the information he needed to fulfill his warning. A few days spent watching the various inhabitants of the house come and go gave him all the knowledge he needed to set his trap. Of course, he had to be careful not to give himself away. He remained upwind to hide his scent. The shadows between the houses across the street, he discovered, made an excellent hiding place for one who could remain absolutely still for hours upon end, especially at the New Moon, when his prey's senses were at their dullest.
Now, all he had to do was sit and wait.
And the waiting was not long. Only a couple hours after he arrived at this carefully chosen location his prey arrived.
Oh! She was so sweet and innocent looking, fresh and wholesome. If he hadn't known better, he would never have guessed she'd been bitten and turned more than a year earlier. Most werewolves, true werewolves, would have been world-weary, wary, if not completely battle-hardened by this point. But not this tender morsel. No. Lupin had coddled his pathetic pack, made them soft, let them live like humans. She was as trusting as a lamb led to slaughter.
"Cormac? Cormac, I can't stay long! Where are you?"
He let her wander aimlessly a while longer, enjoying her mounting frustration as she drew nearer and nearer his hiding place. The scent of her was intoxicating, like the clearest water on a winter day. He couldn't wait to sully that purity.
Unfortunately, that was a pleasure not to be his. She must remain untouched for his plan to succeed.
The young man just starting to regain consciousness where he'd been left shackled to a tree, however...he was fair game.
"Mandy?"
"Cormac!"
As the pretty little blonde started to cross the clearing, having finally spotted her rendez vous, he lept down from the tree where he had been watching her. Oh! How delicious it was to feel that young, powerful body struggle agains this own, her momentum as she ran to her friend carrying her right into him before she even realized he was there.
"None of that, little whelp." Laughing harshly when she attempted to strike him, he captured her wrist, twisting her arm cruelly behind her back before the badly aimed punch could connect. His other arm wrapped crushingly around her waist to subdue her. Placing his lips close to her ear, he growled warningly, chiding her trusting entrance. "Lupin should have taught you better than to enter an area without checking for traps first. Lucky for me, he seems to be getting lax, living in that nice, posh little house of yours."
With that he threw her to the ground several feet away, the wand he had confiscated from the boy appearing in his hand as he cast a series of complex warding charms around her. Seeing her look of confusion, he barked in laughter once more.
"What's the matter, little whelp? Did you think that because I hate them I have not learned the ways of wizards? Perhaps you assumed I was like those poor wolves who knew nothing of magic, have no connection to the world of wizards, before they become one of us? Such a naive little wolf you are, barely ready to leave the den, aren't you? It truly is a pity you must be sacrificed this way. I could make much use of such a soft, pliant thing as you." The way the fear flashed in her eyes as she cast useless spell after useless spell against the wards was exhilarating.
"But I have other plans for you now." Walking over to where the young man was beginning to struggle against his bonds, he grabbed the previously immaculate hair and pulled back sharply, displaying the vulnerable throat. "You as well, pretty boy. But you won't be so pretty after I'm through with you."
Backhanding the human for the sheer pleasure of feeling the flesh give beneath his hand, he moved back to where the girl stood frozen in fear, the realities of the situation apparently sinking in. A quick glance at the sky was followed by a sneer.
"You can feel it coming, can't you? Feel the power of the moon creeping over your skin, singing you in your very soul? In a few more moments, we'll be free -- well, I will be. And in the morning, your boyfriend will be nothing more than the remains of a good meal. While you...well...you will be my calling card. Pity."
The first rays of moonlight shot through the clearing then, just enough to illuminate with frightening clarity the moment when the 'man' known as Fenrir Greyback howled with joy, the transformation to his true form taking over.
Then his two 'guests' began to scream.