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Evil's Just a Point of View (Bellatrix)
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Topic Started: Sep 27 2009, 11:34 PM (533 Views)
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Malachi Stewart
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Nov 2 2009, 10:37 PM
Post #11
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Malachi walked the hall swiftly, his hands clenched at his sides. His angered expression darked his face. Less than a second later, when he'd reached the corner, he heard her furious cry. "MALACHI STEWART!" she shrieked at him. He stopped. 'Not fast enough,' he thought, 'Not nearly fast enough, Stewart.' He was supposed to have enough time to get away, but no. He sighed, putting his glare in place and turned to her. She walked to him slowly, almost tantalizing, but he knew her too well, better than she thought he did. It was clear by her voice that this was not to be a calm encounter. His hand grasped his wand, the smooth wood a comfort in his large hand. She smiled at him and there was a bitterness to it, a poison that would surely spread. His eyes were narrowed suspiciously. But instead of the epic magic battle he was invisioning, she slapped him fully across the face.
The cracking sound reverberated in the empty halls. The hand not clutching his wand flew to his face, as if surprised by the sting it found there. His vision swam as her next words hit him. "Touch me like that again, and you won't have a head anymore," her words were cruel, but he'd expected that. But the world was red to him and he couldn't see her dark eyes glaring that angry fire towards him. He growled, and grasped her by the arms, slaming her into the wall, one hand around her neck, so small. The other shoved the tip of his wand in her face. When his vision cleared, he was staring at that pale neck, so fragile... one snap would... he shook his head, then rose to meet her eyes. "I could have sworn, darling, that you weren't completely against the idea," his voice trembled in anger, his body shaking with the strength of the power that was building in him. He forced himself to calm down, the rage leaving him and his hand letting her fall from his grasp. "Or is it simply a challenge?" he asked her, his calm, wicked smirk sliding into place, "If you wanted another, all you had to do was ask." He never once let his wand fall.
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