Bringing the Pack

[Fenrir Greyback]

Fenrir led his pack into headquarters. he brought only the pack members that had been with him the least time. They would be more likely to follow the orders of someone that wasn't the pack leader. He already sent older pack members to break off and make other packs. Their orders where to return to this location once they became equal in number to his pack.

"Find a room to go into. Wait until you've been introduced" he growled and they scattered into a room that held an empty coffin and a jar of blood candies.

[Zander Smith]

Zander followed Greyback into the Headquarters. It was a nice place, he thought. Almost homey. Except for the empty coffin, it seemed hard to picture this place as the Headquarters of the most evil wizard alive. He sat down and looked around, still feeling like he didn't belong. Ever since he'd been bitten, he'd felt as if he didn't belong anywhere. He noticed Greyback watching him and he hardened his expression. "I guess it'll do," he mumbled.

[Fenrir Greyback]

"It'd better. Don't disappoint me Zander." Fenrir growled at his subordinate. Fenrir watched him go with the others. He was a lost pup, he didn't know where to go, but he was weak. Fenrir knew he could make him part of the pack. He was older than he usually took them, but the boy didn't have a chance. He smiled as he remembered his attack. Since he embraced his wolf, he always remembered his attacks. Giving in to the beast made life so much nicer, he thought and awaited the dark lord to show up. He knew this man didn't like being looked for, rather just to surprize his followers nastily. He liked the man already.

[Zander Smith]

Zander slunk down in his chair, avoiding Greyback's eyes. He still disliked the man who had turned his life upside down, but he'd been left with no choice but to join the "pack" in order to survive. He was even less thrilled with the idea of joining with Lord Voldemort, but now that he knew what it was like to be shunned by "decent" people, he was willing to give this a chance. He was just glad his brother hadn't lived to see what he had become.

[Fenrir Greyback]

" You smell like bitterness boy, You'll do well to embrace your life now. " Greyback circled him around his seat and smelled the air "You know your family left you to do whatever you could on your own, accecpt that you belong to the pack, stop resenting it. You were ment for this life" He said into Zanders' ear. He had been saying the same thing to the boy since he's first moon, eventually he would believe as deeply as anyone that had been with him half as long *half as young as well!* he grinned, knowing the boy wouldn't turn to see him do it.

[Zander Smith]

Zander wanted to lash out at him, to tell him he was wrong and that he didn't belong to this life. But the truth was, no one cared now if he lived or died, except the others in the pack. He'd talked with the others, and they all said the same thing... that it was better to be with their own kind... that they weren't accepted in the outside world, even by their own families. But he knew if Ian were still alive, he wouldn't be here. Ian would have stood up for him, because that was the kind of person he was.

But Zander needed to face the fact that his brother was gone, and with him, any hope of acceptance or understanding from his family. The pack was his family now, they were his brothers and sisters. And Greyback was his father. Zander shuddered at the thought. It just wasn't fair...

"If you say so," Zander grumbled, refusing to look at Greyback.

[Fenrir Greyback]

"No matter how accepting you think the world might be, look at your brothers and sisters...You know every well how hard Cynthia tried to go back to her life, it earned her what Zander? Yes it earned her a few good shots of sliver in her chest, because she couldn't help being as we all are." Fenrir mention the newly dead member only to get Zander to see as he saw. the Picture he painted was real and that if Zander strayed back into the world, it would be his end.

[Zander Smith]

Zander frowned. He remembered Cynthia. He hadn't known her very long, but he had liked her. She had been very supportive to him and had made him feel welcome. He ran his hand through his hair. "I know you're right, I just..." he sighed. He didn't understand why Greyback thought Voldemort and his followers would be more accepting than others in the wizarding world. But he knew better thanto question authority. Instead he sat silently and closed his eyes.

[Fenrir Greyback]

Fenrir smiled, He would learn. If the lesson had to be hard then so be it.

[tomriddle]

Voldemort moved from out of the shadows. "Fenir Greyback, I presume." he said in a hollow tone. Voldemort knew of the viscious werewolf, he heard nothing but evil things about him. He looked at the second one next to Fenir, something about that one made him angry.

[Fenrir Greyback]

Fenrir smiled and did a half bow to the dark lord, he obviously didn't trust him to set into a full bow. "Ah, Lord Voldemort, I humbly bring with me my pack of 30 strong...and one pup." he said sneering at Zander.

[Zander Smith]

Zander bristled at being called a pup again. He was beginning to believe that Greyback did it just to piss him off. He stood stock-still and avoided the eyes of the Dark Lord. So this is Lord Voldemort, he thought. Funny, I always thought he'd be taller. Remembering that he'd heard Voldemort could read thoughts, he closed his mind and stared at the floor.

[Karl]

Karl stood near Fenrir and the new pup, Zander. He didn't care much for Zander. The pup was always acting like he was better than the rest of them, staying away from them, getting disgusted with them. Karl thought he wasn't worth his time. This new person that Fenrir was speaking to, however, Karl could smell the authority and power that surrounded this man. This was a man to pay attention to. Although he was not a wolf, he was clearly a pack leader. Karl could sense that he had a taste for blood and violence, and that he was a man of great power. Karl normally wasn't interested in humans, but this one was different. If his master, Fenrir, would bow before this man, then he must have been important. Karl was interested and actually managed to refrain from scratching behind his ears while the man was in the room.

[Lord Voldemort]

"Pup indeed," Sneered Voldemort as the flicker of emotions pasted over the young werewolf's face. "I have Plans for your pack Fenrir, For the meanwhile, keep them here, cause what you can of confusion and terror, I'll inform you later of what else you can do." He said turning away from the gathered pack members and bleeding back into the darkness.

[Fenrir Greyback]

"Of course my lord." Said Fenrir to the retreating form of the Dark Lord.
"You all better make yourselves at home, You Pup, You'd do best to not show so much contempt." Said Fenrir as he flicked his clawed fingers at the boy. "Karl, wonderfully job not scratching." said Fenrir reaching over as he turned and scratched the top of Karl's' head, and then walked back toward the out side of the Head Quarters.

[Skye]

Skye stood in the very back, looking around the place nervously. She didn't like it here; not one bit. It reeked of the acrid scent of angry, bitter humans. She didn't like the smell of the man Fenrir had been talking to, either. He was cold-blooded, like a snake. Skye leaned against the wall and began to cry quietly. "I want to go home," she whispered.

[David Harmon]

"Hey Skye, don't cry, at least don't let Fenrir see you," said David quietly. As normal, he was just hanging around towards the back of the pack and he heard Skye start to cry. "We'll be leaving here in a few, so don't cry, okay?"