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Post by Bellatrix Black on Aug 4, 2008 0:29:58 GMT -5
"You know that's an Unforgivable Curse, don't you? Even if it's on a stupid animal." She sighed and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. "I suppose I could arrange something. With someone." She didn't know if she wanted to introduce Dean to her master, at least, not yet. She wanted to make sure he would be more use than hindrance. But she certainly didn't want anyone else taking the credit for finding him. She needed everything she could manage to stay in His favor. Claudia would not be right! She had decided that much. "Now it's your turn to answer my question." She still stared at the ceiling, her eyes tracing patterns in the stucco.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 4, 2008 23:29:47 GMT -5
Dean was pleased at the idea of meeting with someone from the Death Eaters. He knew he'd have to prove himself before he could meet the Dark Lord himself, but he also felt confident that he would be able to do so eventually. He was still congratulating himself for playing his cards right when she told him he had to answer her question. At those words, he stiffened very slightly. What did she want to know? Would it be something he wouldn't be able to answer?
"OK, what's your question?" he asked, his voice faltering slightly.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Aug 4, 2008 23:35:24 GMT -5
She caught something strange in his voice but she couldn't put her finger on it. Perhaps her suspicions were true. "Your reason for coming here tonight, was that it?" She looked over at him, to read him. "I just like to know when I'm being used. I don't care, mind you. I just have a thing about knowing."
The moon had shifted in the sky and the light that was coming through the window now laid on the floor, casting both of them into darkness. It made it harder to accurately detail facial expressions, but they weren't that far from each other. She could practically feel his skin next to hers.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 4, 2008 23:44:19 GMT -5
Dean relaxed instantly. The question was one he should have anticipated, but he was too caught up in hiding his secret from her that he hadn't been expecting it. Still, the answer was simple, and he had no qualms about telling her the truth. "No," he said, his voice firm. "I wasn't even sure I was going to ask you about it until I did."
Reaching over, he tucked a brown curl out of her face in an oddly tender gesture. The truth was, she was his first. He wasn't sure he wanted to admit that to her, but because of that fact, she'd always be a fond and pleasant memory. He'd already learned so much from her. "I was just looking for a good time. But really, aren't we both using each other for just that? I don't mind if you don't."
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Aug 4, 2008 23:52:50 GMT -5
Her eyes closed briefly as he attended to her hair. His skin was rough but his touch was tender. His last remark, though, made her realize how different they were. Whether they had similar goals or not. He had a lot to learn about the real world still, that much was clear. It was strange that he was the same age as she, and yet she thought of him more as a child than a peer."Using someone for their body is completely different than using them for their knowledge. Or for who they know. There's no real connection with sex unless you intend there to be. So if you were simply looking for a good time, I'm more than happy to oblige. It's when other things interfere in that, that I have a problem."
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 5, 2008 0:11:36 GMT -5
Dean nodded. It made sense, really. The idea of both of them using each other for sex... well, it was mutual, and absent of emotion. Which was exactly what he'd been hoping for. But if he'd been sleeping with her to gain an advantage, it would have been worse. "Well, I wasn't using you for your knowledge. I asked on impulse."
He laid back, allowing the conversation to lapse into silence. He almost regretted the moment when he would have to leave in the morning. It had been one of the most pleasant and enjoyable nights he'd ever experienced.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Aug 5, 2008 22:46:19 GMT -5
Bellatrix nodded said, "alright." She could tell he was being sincere, which made it easier to think of him meeting with the Death Eaters. No matter what she had previously agreed to, she would not set Dean up with an interview of sorts if she thought he was trying to get one over on her. Now she just had to think of whom would be best for him to speak with. Certainly not Claudia. She would have as little contact with that woman as possible. Logan was insufferable, but he had been in the Dark Lord's service for some time now. But he was also a git. Of course there was always Lucius or Rodolphus. Those both seemed like logical options. Oh well, she could think this through more thoroughly in the morning. Rolling onto her side and tugging at the sheet to make sure her lower half was covered, she slowly shut her eyes.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 7, 2008 18:48:28 GMT -5
Dean stared up at the ceiling for a while after Bellatrix had drifted off. He had always known that eventually he wanted to join with Lord Voldemort. But until he was bitten, he had nothing going for him, no strength or skill. Nothing to recommend him except his desire and dark, secret ambitions.
But when he was bitten, all that had changed. Even though the pack he had fallen into was just a bunch of goody-goodies, he really had learned some invaluable skills from them. Now, if he could make connections with others who served the Dark Lord, maybe he could find his way into service. Although he certainly had not planned to ask Bella about it at the time, he was very fortunate to have made this connection tonight.
These thoughts fresh on his mind, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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