Blood Tastes Sweeter With You

THERE IS A WOMAN WHO IS A SNAKE, THOUGH SHE POSSESES THE FACE OF A FLOWER. SHE HAS BEEN CREATED THIS WAY. AND HER NAME IS ALECTO CARROW

[viletwincarrow-blog]

So what if she died? I don't see how that's my problem.

[ofodinn]

"Now that sounds like a plan."

[viletwincarrow-blog]

Probably the best damn gift you'll get.

[ofodinn]

"How about this? If Lestrange shows up, not the one you’re fucking, you can kill him." 

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"That can be my wedding gift to you."

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In that moment, Rabastan was ‘t focusing on the girl in front of him biting her lip - all he could think about was how angry he was. It was slowly dying down, due to just being in her presence, but that didn’t stop the need inside him of wanting to throttle someone. His breath was ragged, and his heart was pounding in his chest, a feeling that amplified when Alecto pressed herself closer to him. She was rather possessive over him, just as she was over her, and seeing that on her face made him once again tighten his grip on her. “I’m yours. Trust me, I didn’t want to be close to anyone else. She has been warned” He groaned, and then he leaned forward when she moved away form him, his forehead resting against hers. “Soon, love.”

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Alecto hatred the idea of anyone else touching him, that wasn't what they agreed upon, that wasn't what was meant to happen. She was only only one meant to feel his hands on her, his lips on her skin, his body pressed to hers as it was now, and she knew that he hadn't been himself. She was suddenly concerned he might have done something while the spell had power over him, he might have gotten carried away and the thought made sick. It wouldn't have been his fault, but that wouldn't stop Alecto's rage, she wasn't logical enough for anything like that, especially not in this state. But she did have enough of her mind to trust that if there was something to tell he would tell her and so she closed her eyes, nails digging into his neck once more, this time hard enough to leave marks as she dragged them down until his shirt collar hindered any further progression, marking him. "I don't want them touching you, I don't want them near you unless they're screaming in fucking pain."

[ravencrouch]

He’s so annoying. I try to ignore him.

[viletwincarrow-blog]

 "I find that if I imagine killing him it works out better."

[ofodinn]

Luckily, I think I wouldn’t like it if you were good. Just, don’t kill anyone at my wedding.

[viletwincarrow-blog]

 "No promises."

[florence--greengrass]

"I’m glad you know that. And he loves me too - he loves my family, and accepts me."

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 "I'm aware, it's why I tolerate you. You're... He likes that you make him good."

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Just the feeling of Alecto’s fingernails pressing into the back of his neck grounded him to the earth slightly, allowing him to relieve some of his anger, and he let go of her slightly, although still keeping a tight grip. He could see the lust for the kill in her eyes, and he couldn’t wait to see her covered in blood, the mere thought arousing him slightly. He wanted nothing more than to feel blood on his skin, feeling it on hers, and then make her his own once again, the thought almost sounding like a dream in his mind. “We wait, and then we win. Too many people got close to me during that ball, Alecto, people I would never want close to me, and I need that release. I need to kill someone else before I kill one of them. But we have to wait or else we’re going to end up in Azkaban.”

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Alecto bit down on her lip when his grip relaxed, if only slightly, she didn't like him pulling away, she didn't like the loss of pain, the pain made her think a little better, made the anger dull if only slightly. If she couldn't make someone else hurt she wanted to feel pain herself, if only minimally. Looking up at him she tried to focus, tried to breath, think right, but it was so hard. She didn't want to think, not when the things she felt were so intense, and nothing at all compared to what she longed to feel. Everything she felt was amplified in that moment. "You're mine to be close to, fucking mine." She growled and pressed herself closer, drawing a deep breath. "We'll go, we'll feel their blood, and we'll feel it," When she spoke it was more to herself than to him as her head fell back against the wall, eyes falling closed. "Soon."

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All Rabastan could see was a sea of red. He was unable to calm himself down, and in his state, he was unable to realise how tightly he was holding her, how roughly he was pressing his body against hers, and in turn, the wall. When Rabastan Lestrange got angry, it was almost as if he was a different person, and so far in his life, no-one had been able to calm him down properly when he got into a rage like this - not family members, nor friends, or lovers. He felt her tense between his hands but he didn’t realise as to why, and then she had wrapped her fingers into his hair, her body close against his. “Next Hogsmede weekends. We can’t just leave now, it’ll be too suspicious. Next Hogsmede weekend, we kill.”

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She was vaguely aware of the slight pain he was causing, the fact there would be bruises, perhaps scratches on her back from the stone wall, but she simply didn't care. If he got out of hand she would stop him but for now she knew it was best to stay put, where she couldn't hurt anyone, not out of the goodness of her heart but rather the knowledge she would be caught, it was too dangerous. She needed to control herself, but all she could think of was blood, the taste of it, the feel of it on her fingers, the sound of screams. She wanted to feel it, she needed to feel it now. Alecto had no desire to fucking wait and when he said it she let out a grown, one hand sliding to the back of his neck where he nails bit into his skin, not quite hard enough to draw blood. "I don't want to fucking wait. I hate waiting." She hissed, but after a moment she nodded. He was right.   

[florence--greengrass]

"I love your brother too Alecto, I really do."

[viletwincarrow-blog]

"I know, it's one of the few things I actually like about you."

[florence--greengrass]

  "Don’t you want to kill me anyway?"

[viletwincarrow-blog]

Yes, but I never would. I love my brother too much for that. 

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Rabastan hateed that Alecto was disagreeing with him. He was furious, his body was trembling with anger, and he wanted to feel blood dripping through his fingers. It had been far too long since he had savoured the sweet taste of a kill, and he needed it. A low growl escaped his lips as Alecto moved towards, brushing her lips against his ear, and he gripped tightly onto her hips, pressing against roughly the wall and his body. “We could do that. I need that, my love.”

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She knew he was angry, and most any other girl would be terrified being pinned against a wall by him in this state, but she wasn't. Alecto was just as angry as he was, and any lust she felt was secondary, an undercurrent to her rage, but being pressed against him like this helped her control herself as odd as it sounded. She could feel the hatred around them like a cloud, the blood lust and it was intoxicating. When he spoke the term of endearment made the witch tense slightly but she swallowed down any anxiety and moved her body closer, one hand tangling in his hair. "Then we'll go, we'll take what we need, together."

[ofodinn]

Are you going to be good?

[viletwincarrow-blog]

Probably. 

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A Crime Of Love || Alecto + Amycus

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She slowly moved from behind her brother, walking softly to her father's side and kneeling down. Her expression was blank, and there were still marks on her face from her father's tricks earlier. Reaching out gently the girl ran her fingertips down the side of his cheek, her eyes soft. Then she turned away slightly and reached for her wand on the floor and picked it up, murmuring a charm which would cause his eyes to bleed and feel as if there was acid being poured into them. "You will never fucking see me again." 

Looking up at her brother Alecto stood again. her hands trembling. It was as if now that her father couldn't see she could be a little weaker, she could show that she was afraid, that she needed to be soothed. "I just want him dead." She murmured, not moving towards Amycus just yet, not trusting herself to stand beside him without falling into his arms.

[ofodinn]

Don’t make me ban you from my wedding.

[viletwincarrow-blog]

Oh, come on. You know you want me there.

[ravencrouch]

"I don’t think you understand that I really think that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard."

[viletwincarrow-blog]

Why you expect anything Slughorn says to make sense is beyond me. 

[ofodinn]

I  fear I’m stuck with this memory for the rest of my life. 

[viletwincarrow-blog]

Pretty much. What do you say I tell this story at your wedding?