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Post by faolan on Jul 22, 2011 18:57:43 GMT
 WE WERE THE KiNGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE
WE WERE THE ViCTIMS OF OURSELVES[/size][/center] It was one of those stormy nights that always seem to show up at the beginning of most horror stories. The moon was nearly full, however dark clouds passed over it, darkening the sky as if no light existed aside from the lighting that flashed not far in the distance. Rain had also begun to fall, in a steady drizzle, as a fairly tall young man, with now soaked stringy dark hair and damp clothes headed from the Hogs Head to one of the many secret passages to the Castle. Taking out his wand to light the way, the young man of twenty treaded through the leaky stone tunnel that led to the floor just below his intended destination. Even at a quick pace, it was about a 10 minute walk before he arrived at the hidden entryway into the unsuspecting school. As threat proof and safe Hogwarts was said to be, it seemed if you were smart enough, there was always a way in. Besides, it was summertime, so its hallowed halls would be nearly bare, so likely no extra precautions were put into play. Quietly, he stepped inside, quickly extinguishing the light from the tip of his wand before heading toward the staircases and up to the library. Now, not many intruders would consider a library as their ultimate goal, but to him it was the only place worth being when he couldn’t sleep or had to much on his mind. Trying his best to not agitate the aging boards beneath his wet shoes, the suspicious looking man smirk as he gazed around the tower of books. It was as if nothing had changed in the past three years since his departure, and even the smell seemed to bring back memories long gone. Closing his eyes briefly, he took in the scents of old leather and aged parchment, dried ink, and polished wood...as well as something else. It was very faint and lingering, but he could almost swear that he caught the scent of someone he knew year ago. However, as distracted and weary that he was, the twenty year old tossed the thought aside as he made his way to the back of the room, toward the restriction section of the library. In a swift motion, he took out a few books from the ‘W’ shelf, revealing a book-sized compartment within the shelf itself. Whispering the password, it opened and he gingerly pulled an old paperback book. Blowing off the excess of dust, he closed the drawer and reset the other tomes before taking a seat in a nearby plush chair. On the cover, in the midst of a red riding hood themed background, the crimson title read, ”The Company of Wolves and other short stories” by Angela Carter. To the muggles, for which it was written for, it’s pages were filled with graphic horror fairy tales that revolved around the wolf. For them, it was meant to terrify, causing those who read it hours of sleep from the nightmares that could easily plague their minds; though, for the one who now sifted through its pages, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim light, these stories was no worse than “The Tales of Beedle the Bard” was to others. His father had read these to him and his siblings as bedtime stories, using the images it brought forth to help them better understand who they were: the children of Fenrir Greyback. As he neared the end of the story, Faolan subtly licked his lips as he got to the best part of the story. It was so near to the full moon the beast in him couldn’t restrain the hunger that those words enflamed in his heart. If only the same would happen to him, he’d be a lucky man.... Though, just before he could finish, that familiar smell he had thought he had imagined was now stronger as if was in the room with him. Slowly looking up from his perch, his musings would ring true as his feral eyes fell on the face he hadn’t seen since his 7th year... tagged
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Post by ray1 on Jul 23, 2011 8:10:51 GMT
It was the perfect setting for a perfect murder. The air was thick with tension and the air was empty. The halls of Hogwarts school lost its magic once the residents of the school departed for their own homes, even most of the teachers weren't fond of staying behind. Still, a jog was a job, and there was one member of the Hogwarts staff who was actually willing to stay behind - Alyson Dolohov. She'd spent much of her adolescence in Hogwarts, and during the evenings she would chance her luck and roam the corridors in darkness, for an hour or two. People said there were many secrets to be revealed at this school, well Alyson had found her fair share. Most, if not, all of the secret passageways that led out and in to Hogwarts, she knew well about. And the Room of Requirement received many visits from her. Alyson has a lot to thank for her brave, younger self. It would have been hard to remain in a dusty Library, or more like a maze with all the aisles, on her own, especially on an evening like this. However, Alyson sat perfectly at ease, with not even a candle by the book she was reading. The lightening provided as much as a candle and Alyson was one of those people who preferred to be woken by a storm - it, to her, is one of nature's most brilliant performances.
Alyson was located in the far east of the Library, not where she'd been ordered to remain, and was perched upon an aisle - it was a good position to see for any intruders. But this wasn't her real reason, she was near one of the high windows, she couldn't possibly be able to read without being consumed by the darkness that the Library contained. She was reading a short novel, a novel of muggle making. Alyson was quite fond of muggle stories and even had her own collection of books with her in the Library, and had even allowed a student or two to borrow. She was quite fond of the more darker and thrilling books that had you on an edge, scared, but too engrossed not to turn the page. It was a story about wolves, one of her favorite subjects, she's actually read this book more than once. And every time, as she finished, she would recall a boy she once knew. Three years had passed and she'd not seen or heard from him. Was he perhaps a figment of her own imagination? Unlikely, because with the memory of him, came feelings of admiration, and yet irritation.
A few empty minutes rolled by, and Alyson sat still, just thinking of him again. She was about to pick up another, more thicker book, but her ears caught something. It was the sound of footsteps. Alyson craned her head to turn around to the entrance of the Library, and she saw what looked like a black ghost, but this castle had none of those. Alyson had to suspect another staff member, but as she dropped from the aisle and picked up her wand, she suspected it was someone else.
Usually this would frighten someone like Alyson, a young woman on her own in the middle of the night. However, Alyson wasn't just that, she had some battle scars that roughened her. Being disowned from her family and removed from her home, and having to live on the streets; she'd have probably died if she didn't just grit her teeth and do what she had to. And so, Alyson did the very same, lit the end of her wand and set for the intruder in her Library. "Who's there?" she called, her voice forceful and clear. There were so many dead ends and double-backs that Alyson had to get through, but eventually, she turned one final corner and found him sitting there so comfortably on a chair.
She shone the light of her wand into his face, almost brushing his cheek, she was so close. And she only needed one flash of light to know who it was. The jet black hair, dark eyes and sharp features, Alyson knew them well. ""My god..." As the realization hit her, she exhaled a breath that she'd forgotten she was holding, and lost all control in her hands, dropping her wand to the ground, along with the light that died immediately after she let go.
She waited until a flash of lightening, took it as a second investigation on his face and leaned closer. Once she was certain for the second time, Alyson's lips curled slowly into a smirk. tag, faol words, that many notes, not to worry (: [/size][/font]
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Post by faolan on Jul 23, 2011 10:30:35 GMT
WE WERE THE KiNGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE
WE WERE THE ViCTIMS OF OURSELVES [/size][/center] When he saw her face in the flash of lightning, Faolan almost couldn’t believe his eyes at who he saw, merely inches away from him. As strange as it would seem, it felt as if Fate had a very twisted sense of humor in regard to entrances, especially when it concerned Alyson Dolohov. Even as far back as their first meeting, the young Greyback had attempted to practice his skills of stealth by sneaking up behind her, and from then on, the essence of that day appeared to be repeating itself. This time, however, it had been her turn to d the surprising. A dark grin crossed his face at the realization she was so close, and even more so, that he heard her wand hit the ground as she exclaimed in surprise. Apparently she hadn’t expected him either. Leaning further back in his chair as he felt her getting nearer, he let out a chuckle, attempting to hide the book he was reading behind his back, “It took all these years for you to notice?” His opal eyes used a moment to roam her frame as if his mind had wandered to more ‘naughty’ thoughts before continuing, “It’s been ages Dolly...were you stalking me or have you still not graduated yet?” A brow rose with mock curiosity when he finished. It had been three years since the last they talked, but Faolan couldn’t help himself. Taunting her was as natural as breathing and there was so much time he needed to make up for, so he just tossed any of the average pleasantries aside and put in place his own. What he didn’t know was how many things could really happen within those few years. For him, most things remained the same with the exception of not being in Hogwarts. H spent most of the time walking london streets, sitting in a pub, or bedding a girl. Occasionally, he would have an odd job or two, but nothing really stuck. He knew he was meant for something greater, but the world had just not took notice of him yet. In fact, those that knew him better would not give him a second glance. He as spawned by a bloody, sadistic, murderous werewolf. There was no hope for him, even before he took his first breath. He was a naturally born monster. Alyson, on the other hand, was the daughter of one of the oldest families in the wizarding world and related to the Gaunts. Everything had been given to her, no matter how much her father resented her. He had no idea she had been disowned, that she has killed, and that she had already aborted a baby. If he had known, his response might have been different....maybe. Still smirking, he lazily hung one hand over the side of the armchair and silently summoned her dropped wand. Gripping it loosely, his eyes moved from her wand to her face in a playful manner before swishing it, tapping her nose ever so slightly, “Maybe it would be best, love, ta leave the wand waving to an expert. Ya nearly...poked...my...eye...out..” He said the last part a bit more slowly and quieter than he had begun, as if to subtly emphasize his remark was heavily layered in innuendo. Just as he finished, he swiftly turned the wand around, the handle now pointed in her direction to take. His brows rose again as if to challenge her to take her weapon while she could. By now he would have already received a swat or two for some of the things he had said, and yet so far she had done nothing but stare and smirk. Had he frozen her in shock? Testing out this notion, he took his other free hand to lightly pass over her cheek in hopes to get some reaction. tagged
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