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RP: Let me tell you about my crimes.

Dec 04, 2007 20:18

Date: July 4th, 1998
Character(s): Fenrir Greyback, Auror (NPC)
Location: Azkaban Prison
Status: Private
Summary: A friendly interrogation.
Completion: Incomplete

( There's so much more I could have done if they'd let me! )

july 1998, fenrir greyback, place: azkaban, npc: aurors

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rar_npc December 5 2007, 02:05:54 UTC

Brian Wallace walked briskly toward the cell. He didn't like interrogations, and further didn't like werewolves in general and ones that were also sociopaths in particular; the news that today he would need to deal with Greyback had ruined his morning and put him off lunch. And now, he was in a bad, bad mood. He wanted to get this over with.

"We could restrain him," the guard offered.

Wallace smiled tightly. "That won't be necessary." He kept his hand on his wand and moved to where he could see into the cell, then once he had determined no hidden threat, signaled for the guard to open the door. Perhaps Greyback would rush him. It would certainly improve his day; he was authorized to use lethal force if it were required, and his definition of required, in this case, involved a noteworthily low threshhold.

rar_fenrir December 5 2007, 02:13:56 UTC

An Auror. A pissed off Auror in his cell. Fenrir felt like dancing. It was like Christmas had come early for him.

He sat on the end of his bed and watched the man walk into his cell. Oh how easy it would be, how deliciously simple, to sink his fangs into that pulsing neck. He could see the shock and horror on the man's face in his mind as he ripped his throat out, crimson blood gushing over them in waves. He licked his lips.

"Welcome to my ever so humble abode. I'd offer you a drink, but I'm afraid the refreshments are rather lacking," he hissed. "Tell me, to what do I owe the great pleasure of your company?"

rar_npc December 5 2007, 02:21:51 UTC

Wallace didn't relax his wand hand as he crossed away from the door, though he presented as casual a stance as he could muster. It gave Greyback two places to charge toward, two temptations, if he offered the open door as well as his own person, and that only increased the likelihood of a tragic accident.

"Refreshments would be both inappropriate and a surprise," he said. "I'm here to ...speak with you regarding your role in the events of the past year." He bit down on the impulse to comment on speech being a peculiarly human capacity, and waited.

rar_fenrir December 5 2007, 02:36:25 UTC

Fenrir watched the Auror cross the cell, and held back a smirk.

"And what would you like to know about my role?" Fenrir sneered. "I never took the Dark Mark, so I guess I'm not a Death Eater. Would you like to know about the tasty Muggles I found in a farmhouse near Surrey? They had a little girl. Her name was Annabelle. She wore her hair in pigtails. Cutest little thing," he said softly, watching the Auror's face.

rar_npc December 5 2007, 02:55:34 UTC

He couldn't quite suppress the grimace entirely, but Wallace was disciplined enough to open his mouth and speak to cover the slightly quirk. "As good a place to start as any," he said. He slid his free hand inside the front of his outer robe and pulled out a quill. "You won't mind if I make notes, of course. I wouldn't want to misquote you."

The Quill was a Sworn-Statement brand, the truthful analog of the Quick-Quotes that awful Skeeter used, and the parchment was pre-treated against later revision. "Go on."

rar_fenrir December 5 2007, 03:03:19 UTC

Oh, this one was brave, Fenrir thought.

"Annabelle was outside the farmhouse," he said, relaxing onto his bed. "And her lovely parents were inside. John and Margaret. Margaret was a good looking bird. Pregnant," he added, looking over at the Auror. "Gave a nice swell to her belly." He bit his lip, remembering.

"Where was I? Oh yes. Darling Annabelle. She was outside while I took care of Mummy and Daddy. I made John watch while I killed his wife. I always make the husband watch. There's a moment when, if you look in their eyes, you can see their soul break. They realize that they are in the presence of true evil. And no one is going to save them."

Fenrir looked over at the Auror. "Shall I go on?"

rar_npc December 5 2007, 03:21:45 UTC

Wallace flexed the muscles of his jaw when Greyback went almost dreamy about having killed a pregnant woman. Almost dream, with an edge of arousal that was frankly nauseating. He had no intention of giving this scum the satisfaction of revealing how disgusting he found him, and didn't speak until directly addressed.

"Of course," he said, his tone possibly betrayingly rough. "The families of your victims deserve to know what happened." Not that he had any intention of ever telling any family how sickening Greyback's tone was, or how much he'd clearly enjoyed his ...avocation. If any families still sought answers, they would be getting a thoroughly revised statement from him.

rar_fenrir December 5 2007, 03:35:56 UTC

The Auror's jaw twitched and Fenrir smiled. He was getting to him. Lovely.

"John went down easy," he recollected. "He'd lost all hope. He just kept saying 'spare my Annabelle' over and over again." Fenrir laughed. "I told him I'd give her his love right before I ripped his throat open." He sighed. That had been a good kill. He missed those.

"And then poor Annabelle came in, and wanted to know what happened to her Mummy and Daddy. Darling little Annabelle with her pigtails and her teddy bear. So I took little Annabelle upstairs. And I told her that Mummy and Daddy were gone now, but Fenrir was going to take care of her." He smiled viciously.

"And that night, the full moon rose over Surrey, and Annabelle. Oh my Annabelle. She's not a Muggle anymore." Fenrir smiled maliciously, his fangs bared.

rar_npc December 5 2007, 03:53:03 UTC

He saw that Greyback had noted his tension, and deliberately relaxed his jaw. It was hard not to clench up again when Greyback spoke, voice slimy and horrible, about "taking care of" the little girl. He spared a thought to hope that, if her being turned was a given, that was the only way in which she had been violated that night. Or any since, for that matter. He didn't hold out a lot of hope, and wasn't sure whether to also hope she'd met with an accident meanwhile to put an end to her suffering ( ... )

rar_fenrir December 5 2007, 04:00:39 UTC

Fenrir hissed at the Auror.

"Keep her safe? Keep her safe from what? She needs to be kept safe from you," he spat. "You and your kind who would lock her up in a hospital, feeding her potions and keeping her in chains. Forcing her to live in shame and fear. No. My Annabelle won't be chained. She's better than you, stronger than you. She and her brothers and sisters." He caught the Auror's eye.

"That's right. She's not my only new cub. But you won't have any of them. They're mine," he growled fiercely.

rar_npc December 5 2007, 04:42:51 UTC

It was the answer he'd expected, but the claiming--and the statement there were more--still turned his stomach. Damn.

He kept his face impassive, and nodded back toward the parchment. "In that case, go on." He wouldn't respond to the accusations. He knew it was true that he, personally, would want to keep her contained, but he also knew there were better men than him who would do better. Still, it was useless to argue.

rar_fenrir December 5 2007, 05:11:59 UTC

Fenrir glared at the man, and then stretched out on his bunk. He put his hands behind his head and tried to calm himself down. Rattle him, he reminded himself. Don't let the bugger rattle you.

"You've heard all about the Montgomery boy, I'll assume?" He said, glancing up at the Auror. "Pity, really. He wouldn't stop thrashing about. Of course it's my fault he died. If only he'd stayed still..." Fenrir trailed off ( ... )

rar_npc December 5 2007, 05:25:27 UTC

"Ah, yes. I imagine the thrashing victim is an occupational hazard for a werewolf that chooses to tear great foul gashes in his ...prey." Wallace pursed his lips. "Well, at least you shan't have to be troubled with that particular frustration any longer. Though, I will admit, I wish you had stayed for the Aurors that night; there, there would have been no witnesses.

The guard stuck his head around the corner and cleared his throat, and Wallace caught his eye and nodded, not really diverting his attention from Greyback. "Not that I'd have done anything to lose my badge, of course."

It was true. With no witnesses, there would have been no one to state it should be taken.

rar_fenrir December 6 2007, 01:25:03 UTC

Fenrir watched the guard saunter out of view. "So you were there that night," he said triumphantly. "Tell me, did you enjoy the display I left for you? I tried to pose them as best I could but some of their limbs wouldn't stay attached. And rigor mortis makes it awfully hard to bend little boys into the right shapes." He watched the man closely. He'd have to be stone cold not to react by now. Come on, he thought.

"There aren't any witnesses right now, you know," he said, almost conversationally, sitting up and facing the Auror. "No one to say that I didn't attack you first. You could obliviate that stupid guard without a second thought. I doubt Kingsley would take your badge away. They'd probably pin a fucking medal on you. No one's going to cry over my corpse," he hissed, leaning in closer. "What's stopping you? You could kill me right now and no one would lose a minute's sleep. Not even you. I bet you'd sleep better at night, knowing you put me down for good. Knowing I can't get out and hurt any more little children. Your children ( ... )

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