Self-Para| Feel a violent rage
Rabastan had taken a slight break from his play time to have a quick shower and send his house elf to find Violet. The blood ran down the drain and he already missed it. He guess he would just have to take another trip before he left for dinner.
Only out of the shower for a few minutes did he learn that he had a vistor in his play room. Little Black was bold to come to his home, his mind was already running with possibilites on why he had come. He had a hunch it had to do with the mudblood he tasked to watch him. He did think her reaction was odd, and maybe there were more to her and Regulus’s relationship, but he wasn’t sure. The young heir was closed off and tricky to get a read on.
Even in the rare times their path crossed before each getting the mark, Regulus was nothing but the perfect little heir, always doing what was time of him, Rabstan didn’t buy it and was determined to find out what was going on.
Call it jealous or whatever you like, but he wanted to see the ruin of that boy. He was the one everyone talked about, as if the boy was the second coming of Salazar himself. Rabastan was more than happy to kill the minstier, yet the dark lord intrusted a child, who took too long in his opinion, with doing the deed.
He left the boy waiting for 30 minutes before slipping into the basement. He stayed in the shadows, not wanting him to know he was watching. Maybe he could get a better read when he didn’t know he was being watched. He was impressed when he ended the woman’s life, though Rabastan would have bleed her slowly, let her death be longer and more enjoyable.
He offer him a dark smile when he finally noticed him, Rabastan could laugh about how clueless he was about his surrondings. “ Not at all, I am more than happy to give you tips on making it... more enjoyable.”
His lips twitch at his comment. He had more of a backbone than Rabastan thought, but he wouldn’t let that shake him. “ And aren’t we all so glad for it, helping the wizarding world get back to the way it is suppose to be.” He said moving closer to him. “ What brings you here? Not to play with my things, I’m sure the noble house of black has their own, no?”
Rabastan could have murdered the boy for turning his back on him. He loathed the younger male, and only his last name kept him alive. Rabastan was impusive, but not stupid. His bother might be Minstier but Regulus was a Black. The oldest pureblood family, the actual first family if you listened to anyone. A statement that burned a hole in his already black heart.
“ Tread carefully, Black.” He said pulling his wand out, to hell with trouble, he wouldn’t kill the boy just give him a warning on messing with him. When Black was facing him again he pressed his wand under his neck.
“ Violet was gift, I assumed you would like her. Nothing more than that. Why are you so paranoid?” Rabastan wasn’t used to people not being shaken around him. He loved their fear, even his friends feared him at time, and he fed on it.“ You caught me. I want to test you.” He shrugged backing off of the younger male. Only to have a wand pointed at him.
He wouldn’t admit that his breath caught in his throat for a moment. He still didn’t know what to make of the boy and that made him dangerous and a possible threat. But the wand was put away and instead the dagger was thrown into another one of his pets chest. He growled lowly, he wasn’t in the mood to go hunting away.
“ Violet belongs to my family if she is dead there will be hell to pay.” He knew that his brother was fond of her and he didn’t want to have to find another mudblood, plus she was good at giving information, she was more trusted that Pettigrin and was important in getting information that the other side would die before giving up.
He moved pass Rabastan as if he didn’t speak and walked away. Rabastan screamed after him, but Regulus still walked. He hated him. One day Rab would end that smug little heir. Until then he had his the ones in his basement to deal with.
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