How Are The Scars? (R) [Chase]

Strolling around the book/potion store, Mal yawned and looked at the keeper of the store, "Bro, when's my father gonna pick me up again?" he asked annoyed, "Six hours to go, I've told you that Master Gaunt," he answered and Malphas nodded. Walking to the potion part of the store, he picked up random vials not really sure of what he was gonna do for six hours. He was old enough to be out on his own but nope, his dad wanted him there that day. He didn't even know why.

Walking through the alley chase restlessly paced waiting for Ricky. Walking down the way she eyed the darker alley warily, wanting to find more resources to learn about werewolves she took a deep breath and walked into the shadows of knock turn alley. Pushing open the door to a store she said "excuse me, but where do you have books on lycanthropes?' She asked her eyes lowered.

Raising his eyes at the small little girl that came in the man snorted then pointed behind her, "Go through the potion section, then you'll find the library,'' he told her before going back to his own book.

"Thank you" weaving through the shelves he walked through the potion section her back turned as she made her way into the library unaware of any other presence.

Feeling a gust of wind pass behind him he turned to look and only caught a glimpse of someone entering the library. Holding the peruvian darkness powder potion in his hand he walked into the library, his eyes searching for whomever entered. Maybe he could have a little fun by fucking with people...

Walking through the cramped stacks she picked up a book on lycans. Pulling it from its place she sat down on a old chair and flipped it open her eyes scanning the pages.

It's a girl, he mused and grinned afterwards. Inspecting her surroundings, he noticed she was in the last row, with only the wall and one long and huge shelf separating her and the chair from the entrance. Hurling the potion towards the chair, he ran to the end of the library, then went around the corner of a shelf, and waited for the girl to run away from the blinding darkness, and to come his way.

as darkness surrounded her she scoweled "having a giggle over there mate?" she called out. putting the book down she stood "i'll bash your fucking head in i swear on me mum" walking out of the darkness she held a heavy brass candle stick she had picked up.

Recognizing the voice easily, his wand slid down from his sleeve, "Did you also swear on your mum Malphas Gaunt wasn't gonna touch you again?" he cackled his voice echoing throughout the library.

Her blood froze and she stood there rooted to the spot as she looked at her own personal devil. Her panic kicked into fight or flight, bringing the candle stick up she slammed it on his head then turned and ran.

He whipped his head down, and blood began to drip down the new wound on his forehead. Narrowing his eyes, he uttered the locomotor mortis spell pointing at her legs, "No one makes me bleed," and began to walk towards as she ran.

The spell slammed into her legs tossing her onto the floor the darkness was fading now, turning over she scrambled backwards with her hands her eyes wide with fear.

Using the wingardium leviosa charm he pulled all the books from the shelves and sent them towards her as he kept walking at a normal pace, not even quickening it.

She cried out in pain as books slammed into her, covering her head with her hands she waited for the worst.

Finally arriving next to her, he knelt beside her, tracing her back with his hand over her clothes, "How are the scars?" he asked still not even clearing his blood.

"Im not alone" she squeaked.. "Im meeting someone" she flinched from him.

Pulling her hair he looked into her eyes and grinned, "Does it look like I care?" he asked her, and he was waiting for a 'you should' as an answer. He was already contemplating punishment for that actually.

"Y...you should" she stammered

Picking her up with one hand he slammed her against the wall, and bit at his wrist until he bled, "Predictable bitch," he spat at her holding his wrist above her head, his blood dripping on her head, "Savor it, c'mon, taste it," he grinned.

As the blood trickled down her forhead her tongue flicked out on instinct lapping it up, his blood was hot like fire but thick like wine. SHe'd head blood pleanty of times and though she'd never confess it she loved it and for a moment she forgot just who'se blood it was.

Cackling at how pathetic she was even when sucking blood, he grabbed one of her breasts roughly, "Seems like you wanna be like mommy," he teased her before pulling her head to the side, "If you want to feed, use these veins," he chuckled then sank his teeth into her neck, this time on the other side, so she'd have two wounds to be proud of.

She cried out weakly slowly she was learning not to scream when he hurt her. Her neck flared with pain and for a moment she lay in his arms unmoving, seconds passed then suddenly a fire blazed inide of her. Bringing up her knee she slammed it into his chest and kicked out pushing him away her skin tore and she fell to the floor but she got to her feet, breathing heavy she wiped the blood from her lips. "No. I wont let you"

Growling at her he was able to smirk because as she spoke her blood poured down from where her skin once laid. Approaching his smirk vanished as he looked into her eyes. Out of the blue he crushed her lips with his with enough force to dislocate her jaw,

She brought up her fist crushing it into his jaw making his head twist, she backed away rubbing her lips her hands shaking.

Setting his jaw into place, he clapped once, "Alrighty then, remember this?" he pointed at his foot and quickly flipped it around, round house kicking her in the hip, before tripping her, "How did your spine respond to it last time?" he growled.