Late one Evening

[mk]

It had been a restless night one for Mistress. She has so much on her mind that night, and the thunder from over head was also keeping her wide awake that evening. This was useless. She thought to herself, before sitting up on her four-posters bed. Everyone else was already a sleep so, it just made it even more easy for her to get out of the dorm. Standing up, she quickly grabbed her cloak, shoes and sweeter before leaving. She had to be quick but also sneaky, so she could get caught by anyone else. As soon as she entered the common room, did she place on the items that she carried out of the dorm with her. It had only taken her a few seconds to do so. And, before anyone knew she was in the common room, Mistress had closed her eyes and dis-apparated out of there.

Mistress had re-appeared deep within the forbidden forest. This was where she usually come, when she couldn't help late at night. Something about it, just made her feel better. She also liked being out at night, in the dark cold night. It has made her feel relaxed. But tonight was different, cause as she wandered around the forest...footsteps could be heard. Someone else was here, and following her. As she walked, the sounds become loader but, when she stopped so did the noises. She seen nothing though, and just shrugged it off and continued to make her way around the forest.

Stopping suddenly, she heard even more sounds and they were getting closer. To close for her comfort. "Bad idea following me like that...I would leave if I was you.." Gripping her wand, she was about to turn around and curse the person, that was coming up behind her...

(closed)

[Lucius Malfoy]

Stopping suddenly, she heard even more sounds and they were getting closer. To close for her comfort. "Bad idea following me like that...I would leave if I was you.." Gripping her wand, she was about to turn around and curse the person, that was coming up behind her...

Launching himself forward, with arms outstretched Lucius hooks his right hand around the girl’s neck. Forcing her against the nearest tree. His face was that of hatred and pleasure at the same time. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be giving me advice,” he said speaking with a croaked voice smiling maliciously. Lucius raised his left eyebrow and licked his curling bottom lip with his tongue. Tightening his grip slowly around the girl’s throat the grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy rounded on the environment that surrounded him. Evidently Azkaban had punished Lucius in the same way it punished all those who walked through its gates. His sleek blonde hair was now greasy and scattered with dirt; his eyes were dragged by the darkened marks underneath them. The curled lips were cracked in almost every way, whilst the once fair smooth skin had become rough and edged. As the wind billowed through the leaves that settled themselves on the branches the torn away robes of Malfoy, continued to tare and accompany the leaves in the air.

As Lucius connected his vision with the girl whom he had pinned against the tree, the previous year swelled inside his mind. His eyelids slid shut like curtains and remained covering his grey eyes for several minutes.
Sitting curled up in a small stone room Lucius rocked backwards and forwards awaiting for his master to rescue him, day after day he waited with little hope. However with that Lucius knew he was far luckier than many others as Azkaban no longer lay host to the dementors. This was not a great happiness because the prison itself was enough to destroy the happiest mans dreams.
Lifting the curtains from the emotionless eyes slowly, Lucius for the first time in over a year smirked calmly.

Raising his face slightly to the sky, the wind howled loudly and brushed his face. Inhaling large amounts of air the smirk on his face broadened and as he turned back to the girl before him; those former cold grey eyes became sharp and aware. Lifting his left arm he glanced down at the forearm and mark he had been branded with. He was still a servant of the dark lord, no matter what had happened over the past year. “What’s a pretty little girl like yourself doing in the forest and all alone?” His voice was dull and drawling. But his face was alight with pleasure.

[mk]

Rushing? The sounds behind her became loader, and the footsteps had gotten faster. He or she was launching at her. Mistress didn't even have a real chances to do anything. Her hand did pull out her wand, from her pocket, but it just fallen from her hand the moment next. Non other than Lucius Malfoy, had gripped her neck and slammed her up, against a closet tree. "Remove your hand." Mistress hissed at him coldly, but it was no use. She tried to fight him off, away from her. But, his grip around her throat and the weight of his body kepted her in place. And to make matters worse, his hold against her neck was getting tighter and tighter. "What in the bloody hell do you want...? It's that a demontor behind you?" She tried to say outload, but her voice only mumbled out the words. Her green eyes, looked over the men before her. He looked horrible, and in her eyes was a disgrace. "Filthy! Attacking someone when their....back..." Mistress began to have a hard time breathing, as she continued to speak. "....is turned....no...better.... *Gasping* ...than...mud...blood."

Lucius was one of Voldemort's top death eaters, and if he could only see how one of his most loyals worshippers, was attacking a female, while her back was turned, would not sit to well. Most of all, cause she was also a fellow Death Eater herself. Grabbing ahold of his hand, that held her throat, Mistress' sleeve of her cloak had fallen down, and made her dark mark visible to Lucius. But he hadn't noticed, cause he had soon asked her. “What’s a pretty little girl like yourself doing in the forest and all alone?” She wanted to tell him to piss off and, that it was none of his concern. But with his grip still getting tighter around her neck, Mistress was bearly unable to speak. However, she was a fighter. For what she had gone next, shocked even herself. She spitted directly into the face of, Lucius Malfoy. It was a daring move, but also one to show him that she wasn't just some little child, walking around the forest at night.

"What do you want?!"

[Lucius Malfoy]

Lucius snarled, as his nostrils flared. This child was actually telling him what to do, was ordering him to release her, there was very little possibility that would happen. Sliding glances to the floor he noticed that the latter’s wand was lying comfortably within the forest soil. Sneering slightly the weary death eater unveiled a small combination of stamps followed by a kick, that sent the wand into the air, landing several feet away… though still intact. “Are you seriously giving me orders, don’t you know who I am?,” snapping viciously at the girl for at this particular moment in time he himself had forgotten himself. Was he still Lucius Malfoy, the rich and powerful death eater or a man who was existing but not living. Unleashing a cruel harsh laugh that only the two in company could hear, Lucius leant forwards and slid his tongue up the side of the girl’s face. Many wizards believed him to have been dangerous before he was sentenced to Azkaban, very few would have predicted that the wizard prison would turn calm, collective man into a, well the makings of a psycho. “Do you really think I’m scared of dementors, obviously you haven’t been keeping up, but they are under the Dark Lord’s orders,” he hissed still his face almost touching the girl’s, his warm breath flowing from his mouth to her skin.

With his right hand still clutching the girl’s throat, Lucius moved his left hand up the side of her leg and onto her waist. “A desperate man will do what he can, and as an extra bonus you came to me,” his tongue hissed as the poisonous venom shot from his mouth. Drawing himself up right his eyes looked over her body the sneer on his face more prominent than ever. Watching, feeling the girl struggle and squirm was enough to please Lucius although in his mind a he would have preferred it not to have been a slytherin. As things began to tire out, his hostage began to stop moving Mr.Malfoy rolled his eyes in all directions, if anyone was to find him here, the Aurors would warm up his cell for him, and his suspicions that the dark lord wouldn’t save him again would be more than accurate. Turning his attention and face back to the girl an event he had not foreseen took place, her arm was wrenched against his own, though that was inspiring itself he soon found his face masked in Saliva. As though he had had a personality change Lucius was no longer smirking but a menacing sneer was tugging at his face, unravelling his tongue to lick the saliva around his mouth away. Grabbing the girl’s left arm with his own, the man’s eyes fell upon familiar markings. His eyes widened his grip around her throat loosened slightly, but his sneer refused to move.


(Sorry it's bad)

[mk]

Mistress had said nothing to his questions and comments. All she could do was glared at the man before her, he disgusted her. "And you think you scared me? Holding me up against a tree does nothing, wouldn't do a d**n thing except show how pathetic you honestly is." She said, this time snarling back at him. A laugh from him, only made her roll her eyes at the guy. And, she felt even more disgusted for what he done next. Lucius had placed more of his body weight upon her, making it even harder to breath, and had licked the side of her cheek. Mistress became enraged at that point, and wanted to slowly kill him for doing what he just done. As he began to speak more, Mistress hand had dropped down to her side, and tried to reach behind her for her dagger, that was hidden behind her back.

As luck would have it, just right before her hand actually reached for her wand. Lucius free hand had slide up the side of her leg, and finally stopping on her waist. Her body had shivered underneath his, from his cold touch. Mistress felt so disgusted, by his actions. "You disgusted, pathetic.." Mistress stopped speaking, and sighed heavily. How was she going to get out of this situation? She had thought to herself, but suddenly he had grabbed left arm, her marked arm. It was than that he slightly loosed the grip upon her throat, and allowed her to finally breath. However, his body weight still kept her pinned against the tree.

Mistress breathing slowly gotten back to normal, as Lucius still looked upon the dark mark upon her forearm. "See something you like?" Mistress said sounding thingyy and, with a smirk on her face. But it soon faded, for she still needed to get free from his grip. Her hand, that was reaching back behind her finally was able to grip onto her dagger. And, within a second the sharp teeth of her dagger was now held up against his own throat. "I suggest you release me, before you find yourself laying on the forest ground and bleeding." She said, angrily.

(mine is no better. sorry.)

[Lucius Malfoy]

"I suggest you release me, before you find yourself laying on the forest ground and bleeding."

For most the predicament of having the teeth of a knife at the throat would be daunting and cause fear to strike the nerves instantly, sending vibrations through the spine and to the brain thus causing a panic attack. That is the reaction for most. It was however unfortunate for the school girl Lucius Malfoy was not most. Despite the blades teeth digging into the skin of his neck, the rampant death eater continued to glance down at the dark mark upon the left forearm of his attacker. “Are you the only one?... the only death eater here at Hogwarts I mean, excluding Draco,” he said calmly and rationally. He spoke as though the past quarter of an hour had never happened, as if they were friends. Running a single finger over the latter’s mark, Lucius closed his eyes briefly. Power emulated from the mark. Shivers ran through his body, so long had it been since power had touched his skin.

Turning his head back towards the student slowly and calmly, Lucius once again revealed his grey eyes. The gentle smirk that had been forming rested softly upon his face. Several strands of dirty blonde hair fell from grace and placed themselves over his left eye. Feeling the cold blade was almost an aphrodisiac for Lucius. “Your not going to harm me, you and I both know that, an empty threat can only get you so far,” he said softly, almost as a whisper. Raising an eyebrow Lucius pulled the girl closer to him via her left arm, they were practically touching faces, “We are the same, the same creed.” As the wind broke through the trees, his hair allowed itself to be carried away, weaving between strands.

((Sorry it’s short, I’m tired))

[mk]

He hadn't even loosed his grip, around her neck. Not even a inch, as she pushed the knife more into his flesh. However, is wasn't close enough to do any type of damage, excepted for breaking his skin. And, if she wanted do, she could kill him right now... But she didn't. He still was one of Voldermorts most loyal and trusted, Death Eaters. Killing him would be a horrible mistake on her behave. "I am the only one at hogwarts with the dark mark, as I know of. As for your son, he, just like you, is none of my concern." Mistress hissed at her coldly, and it wasn't. She had more important things to deal with this term, not his son. "Feels great doesn't it. After all this time, to know what true evil feels like once again." She said, her piercing green eyes glaring at him coldly, with the knife just inches it's way slowly into his throat.



However, her smirk didn't last. He turned to look at her, and all she could have done was sigh. He still had a loosened hand gripped around her throat, and still pinned up against the tree. His words though didn't sit to well with her. How was he to know of her real intentions, he didn't know her at all. All he did know was that she was a death eater, just like him. Lucius then pulled her closer to him. Her body was completely leaning against his, and her face was less than a inch away. "We both follow the same master, but that doesn't make us the same." She told him, another smirk forming on her face infront of him. "Unlike you, I haven't displeased him. It wasn't I who gotten caught and sent to azakaban, for a simple task." Mistress voice was still cold as she spoken, but also had a small hint of laughter, cause of him being caught.