My Master

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the character Helena... who is a dark, twisted and perverted version of myself.

I came up with this story a couple of nights ago while I was trying to go to sleep... I actually forced myself to stop thinking about this idea so I could get some sleep. I am just glad that I did not forget it in the morning!

A big thanks to my beta Hannah... who had this to say about this little one-shot:

Wow, you are one crazy bitch! Lol just kidding, sorta. Anyway, it was . . . interesting, lots of blood and very dark. What kind of twisted mood were you in when you wrote this anyway? I liked the ending though, it rounded the story off nicely, the italics were a good touch. -Hannah

Hope you enjoy!


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I killed again today.

I’m not entirely sure why. I know I was told to, but that didn’t mean I had to… right?

There may have been money involved. But should I have ended a life for a pay rise?

I suppose it doesn’t really matter what my intentions were, no one would care anyway. I murdered a friend, a brother, a father, a son and whatever else he may have been. It didn’t matter who he was, or even if he was a he. He was prey, my prey and I was his hunter, and he no longer existed.

Was he a good man? Possibly, but not to my Master. That’s why I was sent. Kill all those that were against my Master, and he happened to cross my Master’s path.

I must admit that I did enjoy it. Slicing open his pale neck, just below his Adam’s apple. His eyes wide open in shock, not sure why he was abruptly woken from his slumber. I clamp a hand tightly over his wound, to slow the bleeding; he tries his hardest to breath, not that it would help.

I whisper into his ear a message from my Master: Bleed for me. Bleed for your cause. Bleed for the losing side. Because you know you will lose. I nip at his ear lightly.

I lift my hand away, causing a spurt if blood to fly from his throat and hitting my cheek; I brush my fingers over the liquid, smearing it along my cheek. He slumps heavily into his cover.

Another squirter.

I take a small vial from within the folds of my trench coat and fill it to the brim with my prey’s scarlet blood. I tie the vial to a cluster of other red glasses around my neck.

I slide one finger across the gash running along his pale throat, gathering some of his lifeline. I rip open his nightshirt, sending buttons flying throughout his bedroom.

I slowly run my bloodied finger down his hairless chest, drawing an image for his side to see. A large snaking winding out from and around a human skull. The red contrasting loudly with his pale skin.

Leaving him to finally rest in peace, I turn and spot a moving photo on his bedside table. My prey with a blonde woman, probably his wife. I open the back of the frame and slide the photograph out, I look at it again, and they are staring lovingly at each other, hands entwined. With a smirk I tear the image in half, I pocket the side with my prey into my coat and put the other half back into the frame and place that on the table again.

I walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs, missing the third last squeaking step. I close the front door behind me, replacing the wards around the house, leaving it as it was.

I continue to walk up the street, the wind howling loudly, wiping my hair around my face and making the vials around my neck clink together.

As I make it to the end of the street, the clouds open up and begin to litter the ground with raindrops, the water also hitting my face causing streaks to appear through the blood on my face. I turn on my heel and with a pop I apparate away from the scene.

With another pop I appear crouched in a lush and dark garden, leading up to a grand manor. I stride up to the small castle’s oak doors, flashing a cheeky grin to the guards, and I push open the doors.

I could hear talking travelling down from a room at the back of the entrance hall. I brush a hand through my thick locks and continue forward to the noisy room. I open these doors with such force, causing the wood to bang loudly against the walls of the room.

I stood in the doorway, arms crossed against my chest and an eyebrow held up.

“My Lord, I did not know that you were having guests. I can come back later if that is better, my news can wait.” I said with a smirk.

“Who is this? How did you get into my manor?” an angry voice asked.

I took my time to turn to face the voice, my eyebrow still held high as I stared at Lucius Malofy, looking flustered.

“Helena, my dear, you know I can never wait too long for your news. Ignore them and come to me.” My Master hissed at me.

I stepped through the small gathering of DeathEaters; all with shock on their faces. I bow down and kiss the hem of my Master’s robes. My strange necklace falling out and shining red for all to see.

I stand back up and stare at my Master, as his blood red eyes pierce mine. With another smirk I pull out the ripped and crumbled photo from my pocket. I hold it up to show my Master and then turned to show the rest of the room.

“Marcus Delanie, Deputy Head of the Auror Department of the Ministry of Magic. Just became a proud member of the Order of the Phoenix, to teach them battle tactics and to have an extra leg into the Ministry.” I told my Master.

With a click of my fingers, the photograph in my hand burst into flames. As I watched the ash slowly float down to the marble floor, I pulled out my bloodied knife from within my jacket, tracing the serpent bound around the handle.

“Let’s just say that his pretty petite wife is going to come home to a nasty little surprise.” I added barring my teeth and twirling my dagger in my hand.

I killed again today.

And I’ll do it again tomorrow.

My Master will win.