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Post by Leander Zarek on Oct 17, 2010 0:30:10 GMT -5
(With regards to Bill and Ted, lol)
The apparation was swift, and as soon as Leander felt the familiar pull behind his navel, he found himself standing outside the headquarters' defensive spells with Kryshna still lying like a dead weight in his arms.
He had no idea what had happened, and he wasn't likely to be terribly enlightened by any explanations from Kryshna. He was relatively certain that she wasn't dead; she had probably been stunned. But how? He hadn't had time to assess the situation and find out who her attackers had been. Had the victims fought back? Had there been someone there that they had not anticipated? Or had the Ministry showed up.... perhaps alerted by some hotel worker?
One thing was certain, however. He couldn't very well sit outside the headquarters and their protective borders all day and try to talk to Kryshna. They had to get inside.
He quickly performed the spells to get past the charm, and hoisted Kryshna higher up on his shoulders before walking into the headquarters.
Once inside, Leander laid Kryshna down on the couch. "Rennervate," he said, tapping her with his wand. "Wake up."
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Post by Kryshna on Oct 26, 2010 23:51:41 GMT -5
It had been bad. The entire mission had been bad. If the child had just not been there, everything would have gone smoothly. She would have made it out of the room, unharmed, unknown about. But the child had been there. And it was just enough to have caused her to problems.
The targets were dead, though. And that was the important part. As long as the targets were dead, she had succeeded. But why had Rutger been there? And just as bad: Why had the Man been there? He plagued her dreams and now had been enough of a distraction to get her hurt.
But none of these thoughts ran across the Creature’s mind. Leander had gotten her back to the base. If she could be thankful for that, she would have been. She was barely conscious, let alone able to be thankful for anything. Her wounds were healing, faster than a normal human, but the healing spells of the wizards would never work on her dead flesh. Only one thing would.
Her crimson eyes barely opened, staring unfocused upwards. From beneath the black mask covering her lower face came only a few short words in Arabic.
“dam… ra-da dam…”
Blood… need Blood
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Post by Leander Zarek on Oct 30, 2010 23:45:16 GMT -5
Leander didn't really understand the words when she spoke, but he knew what she needed. She usually needed blood after killing, although not usually as badly as she did now. She was paler than usual, a deathly greyish-white shade that reminded Leander of a three-day old corpse. Although technically, she was much older than that.
"All right, hold on," Leander said.
While she probably would have preferred fresh blood, Voldemort was usually not that indulgent. While in principle he had no problem with feeding victims to her, he didn't like to keep them alive as prisoners. There was too great a chance that they could escape somehow. It was safer, then, to steal blood supplies from muggle hospitals and store them in a box with a cooling charm inside.
Leander went to get one of the bags now and returned with it quickly, opening it before he handed it to her. Then he sat down on a chair and watched her warily. They'd never had a mission go badly before, and he wasn't sure how she was going to react.
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Post by Kryshna on Nov 4, 2010 2:38:51 GMT -5
Even for when she needed more blood than usual, this behavior was unusual for Kryshna. Her hand barely even twitched when he brought over the blood pack. She was still lying down and she did not even have the energy to raise her hand to her face to pull down the mask.
It was Leander’s job to bring her the blood, but he had never watched her feed before from the bags. She drank them, but rarely in front of any humans. The blood in those bags was dead blood. Cold and stagnant. It was enough to keep her alive and moving. But healing wounds like this was going to either clean out the supplies, or not be enough at all. It was hard enough to stomach the blood in those bags long enough for them to enter her system, let alone to heal off of them.
The only blood she could smell was her own. And that was best. The only thing keeping her beast at bay was how weak her body was because of the spells and falling through the glass. There were still shards of the window embedded into her skin. A few of the smaller pieces were already being pushed out of her skin. But her natural healing couldn’t just push out the bigger pieces.
Her eyes moved, half opened, to Leander, meeting his gaze. It was the first time she had even looked him in the eyes. And what was behind those eyes would have made any normal person looking into them the creeps. Despite the frail and torn apart body, despite the weakness she was showing at the moment, her eyes, half open as they were, were on fire. Within that body was a trapped beast, trying to tear its self out through the weakness.
Mind control was never a vampiric skill Kryshna was good at. She never quite had the talent for it as others did. She was a killer and tricks of the mind just were not her style. But at this instant, her beast decided to try. It tried to push its will upon Leander, trying to get him to do what she wanted… no, needed. At the very least, to try to impress upon him what it was she needed. Fresh blood.
“Dam…”
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Post by Leander Zarek on Nov 5, 2010 0:18:25 GMT -5
Leander sat there, watching her for a moment. She wasn't drinking. He knew from previous occasions that she didn't really like the bagged blood. He supposed he couldn't blame her, really. It was a little like having to eat a frozen dinner instead of a fresh-cooked meal. But usually she would drink it, and it would give her enough energy to keep going. This time, she couldn't seem to lift the bag to her lips.
"What, do I have to feed it to you?" he said, scowling. He couldn't think of anything more distasteful to him than having to bottle-feed a starving vampire.
That is, until he realized what she really wanted. The realization hit him rather suddenly as her eyes locked onto his. Whether it was actually mind control or just a realization of what he needed to do, he didn't know.
Swearing fiercely under his breath, Leander stood up and walked over to her. He certainly hoped that the Dark Lord would appreciate his efforts.
Taking out a silver knife he kept strapped to his belt for emergencies, Leander sliced open his arm, then held it close to her to drink. He would stop her--with magic if necessary--before she could drink too much. But the initial boost in strength ought to be enough to help her heal.
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Post by Kryshna on Nov 16, 2010 4:51:20 GMT -5
Kryshna felt the warmth of his blood hit her lips and began drinking. Her hand came up, shaking, to his wrist. Despite the screaming in her mind from the beast, she kept control of herself. It would do her no good to kill this one. So she took what she needed then, after a few moments, released his wrist.
Her eyes were a brighter red, now, and she sat up. The wounds were already beginning to close at a rapid rate. She pulled her legs underneath her and placed her hands on the couch before her, looking up at Leander. The look she gave him was much the same as an injured predator gives its savior. As much of a thanks as it can while still be very wary of it.
Kryshna stood and grabbed the few bags of blood. She moved slowly toward the stairs that led down toward the basement she was kept in, far away from the sun. At the top of the stairs, she turned and looked at Leander, waiting for him.
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Post by Leander Zarek on Nov 16, 2010 21:33:25 GMT -5
Leander had to look away while the thing suckled at his arm. The whole thing was just a little too surreal for his taste. When he had joined up with the Dark Lord, he thought he knew what he was getting into, but he had not expected to be the "handler" for a murderous vampire. Of course he did as he was told without question, but at moments like this, he couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up here.
She finished drinking from him, and released his arm. He turned to look over at her and saw the animal-like look of gratitude, if it could be called that, in her red eyes. He simply nodded, then turned and looked for a cloth or a bandage he could wrap around his arm. Finding nothing, he used a diffindo spell to tear a strip of fabric from his sleeve and wrapped it around his arm where she had drank from him. When he was finished, he glanced up and saw that she was standing by the stairs waiting for him.
"All right, I'm coming," he said, although he wasn't sure yet if she could actually understand him when he spoke English.
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Post by Kryshna on Nov 20, 2010 5:01:07 GMT -5
Kryshna and Leander made their way down the steep steps into the basement then through a side door into Kryshna’s ‘room.’ The place was more like a cell then a room, though. No windows, only one door, and there was a lock on the outside of the door. There was a small, sliding latch window near the top of the door that was also opened from the outside.
Once they were inside the simple room, they spotted the envelope sitting on the table. This was how Kryshna’s targets were always given to her, but it was very rare that a target was given directly after one had just been gone after. Kryshna quickly moved over to the envelope and opened it. Enclosed were two set of parchment, one written in English, which Kryshna left on the table for Leander, the other in Arabic, and a picture of a man and a woman. Kryshna sat down on her bed and sped through reading the translated copy of what Leander had.
Targets: Isabella and Voltaire Rothschild
Location: Hogwarts
Reason: Betrayers to the Death Eaters.
Time: ASAP
Special: Painful deaths. If child is found, bring it back alive
A short explanation of the two targets followed.
Kryshna looked at the time given. This meant that she would have some time to recover and prepare a plan, but she could not take too long. Right now, the Ministry was on alert, especially beings they had seen her and attacked her. If she dodged in now to do it, while weak and so soon after they wizard community went on alert, she would never be able to hit the prey. Patience was key. Let them feel safe, wait till they lower their heads to drink, then strike, at their weakest.
Kryshna knew very little about Hogwarts. She understood it was where young wizards went to learn, much like the Mountain. But she knew little else about it. Leander would know. So she raised her eyes up to Leander, waiting for him to finish reading, watching his reactions to the paper.
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Post by Leander Zarek on Nov 21, 2010 16:09:25 GMT -5
It was just more bad news piled on top of even more bad news for Leander. The last mission had apparently not gone well as it was, and he couldn't even ask Kryshna exactly what had happened. She was injured and weak, and something had happened... he just didn't know what. Now, she was healing--thanks to his own blood--and already they were given another assignment. Of course he could not complain. One simply did not complain to Lord Voldemort about something being "unfair" or "too difficult." At least, one didn't complain if one didn't want to be killed, and Leander definitely did not want that.
But as if that weren't bad enough, once Leander got a look at the mission itself, he felt the frustration rise inside him. Kryshna might not understand it, but this was a very difficult mission on many counts.
The targets themselves were formidable opponents. He knew of them, of course, and had even crossed paths with them once or twice during their tenure as Death Eaters. These were not pacifists, or researchers, or scientists. Voltaire was a former dueling master, now the professor of dueling at Hogwarts. He was a specialist in Dark Magic, and, if the rumors were true, knew spells that had fallen out of popular use centuries ago. Isabella was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and was also quite knowledgeable about Dark Arts and defensive and offensive spells. It would be crucial to catch both of them unaware and unable to defend themselves.
Even worse than the identity of the targets was the location. Hogwarts was the most protected location in England, and it was even more heavily fortified with the addition of aurors on the school grounds. Sneaking in would not be easy, even with the couple of spies they had working at the school. Bellatrix Black had been assigned to stay close to the Rothschilds, so she was their best bet... she would know their comings and goings, and she could get them inside. But it would still be challenging. They could not apparate directly in or out. And Kryshna did not exactly blend in, so she would have to be kept hidden. This would require some planning.
Leander couldn't help but wonder if they were being set up to fail with this one.
Releasing a frustrated sigh, he crumpled up the paper inside and threw it to the ground. "Better drink up," he said, nodding to the bags of blood. "We've got a lot of work to do."
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