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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jan 10, 2008 20:40:04 GMT
Her nails were long and painted shiny and smooth black, not a single one chipped in the slightest, her hands were a pinkish white. Her hands being connected to her wrists which were hidden high by black arm warmers that went from her knuckles to her elbows.
The girls' lips were painted black as were her eyelids and the bottom line of eyelashes. The jet black hair that rested upon her shoulders also let a small block of hair streak down her face, the unnoticable roots of her hair being hidden anyway by a black beret.
Her thin figure was coated with a black dress that hugged what was left of her stomache.
The sound of her heels hitting the cold stone hard floor echoed through out the room, bouncing off of the walls and bookcases.
It was dark and although her eyes were well adjusted, she couldn't see who she had come for.
"Oh Kitiara!" She called, sickly fake sweetness chimed. "I'm sorry, I forget. it's midnight now, isn't it?"
She walked towards the bars, holding a wrapped up box that held some boots. New Rocks to be exact.
"Anyway, I know it's your birthday, so I got you a little something. New Rocks, I know you love them.
She put the box down on the floor outside the cage door, she wouldn't risk opening the door. Kit would try to kill her- no doubt about it. She wasn't even sure that she COULD open the door, leonardo would have put on a charm or something. anything to stop her from opening the door.
She took out her wand and gave it a swish.
"Lumos"[/i] [/color]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Jan 10, 2008 21:08:55 GMT
Midnight had discovered the bars were not, in fact, made of silver when she brushed up against them a couple of days after she had been locked up in there. And so, the werewolf had taken to leaning against the back bars of the cage, hidden in the darkness, slowly wasting away, refusing to eat or drink anything the humans gave her, the result being weight loss and a much less active werewolf. Still wearing the torn, shredded clothing, saturated in blood by now, scars clearly visible.
Dead, glazed over eyes moved from staring at the wall outside her cage to the focus of Midnight's rage, following her progress to her prison. The pupils of her grey-blue eyes instantly shrank as the change from relative darkness to bright light occured rapidly. Snorting slightly, Midnight couldn't be bothered getting up and attempting to crush the Slytherin's throat through the bars, wouldn't be too long till she could tear the place to pieces anyway.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jan 11, 2008 22:14:07 GMT
[green]As the spell cast, it took a while for Billie to spot the werewolf. Under the veil of darkness caused by the shadows, she was only slightly visible. She had to admit, it scared her at first. Seeing Kitiara like this. But all guilt and fear was washed away, of course.
She saw the blood thirsty lust in the beast eyes, the pure hatred that burned from within them.
"Oh Kitty. Don't be like that. Smile! It's your birthday! You're not being very merry!" She sang, overly happy.
Although she seemed in a good enough mood, her eyes were cold, lifeless and supported the rotting of dark happiness.
"Don't you want to see your birthday present?" She asked, rasing an eyebrow, the smirk still there.[/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Jan 11, 2008 23:43:16 GMT
With a sound that was part growl, part snort and part sigh, Midnight turned her head slightly to look out of the window, wishing that she could be out there teaching her cubs to hunt and kill more efficiently as a pack, but Olli would be doing that until she was free, if she ever became free again.
The feeling that she had been longing for was beginning to seep into the werewolf's starved system, the feeling of raw power only truly given to her once a month, sure, she had some power when the moon wasn't full, but that was a pale imitation of her true self. Molten gold encased her irises, transforming them, making the light from Billie's wand redundant. Smirking to herself with reappearing fangs, Midnight stood up slowly and away from the bars. No doubt the b*tch wouldn't know what moon it was, the clouds should have seen to that. "I don't need to see my real present, I can feel it already." The werewolf sneered, her voice changed beyond recognition, a silky soft growl that mearly hinted at the danger the words possessed. Boots were for humans, the moon would be the only thing giving her something she wanted that day, the change.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jan 13, 2008 21:36:11 GMT
[green]She sat down on a stool, lapping up the moment for all it's worth. The clouds tonight were thick, it had been cold on her way down to Hogwarts.
Aww, wasn't little Kitty Kat going to try them on? Rude.
"Ohh. What's your real present? Flea killer? Anti-silver? A dog collar?" She patronised. A bit of her was curious as to what her once-friend was on about. Real present?
The tone in Midnights voice was somewhat a bit frightening, but she refused to show it on her outside skin.
Hang on. Why were Midnights eyes like that?
A sudden plunge of fear filled her. Was it the full moon?
She took a look out of the window and her troubles were confirmed.[/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Jan 13, 2008 21:52:57 GMT
Midnight chuckled slightly as the human made fun, the scent of fear was already upon the air, not strong, but it was there. "It's been too long since I ate human flesh, care to join me for dinner?" She growled with changing vocal chords, the sneer staying on her face as it pushed out into a muzzle. Welcoming the pain that signified the return to the only form in which midnight would ever feel at home in again. Silver fur sprouted from her neck, wrists, face and shoulder while black fur encased the rest of her shifting form, long lines sticking up where she had been scarred by Billie's spells.
Tail sprouting while her claws extended from the nails they once were. The bottle of wolfsbane potion lay empty in the deepest shadows, the contents that Jay had brought, downed earlier by the werewolf, all too eager for her change to take place.
A hungry glimmer shone in the golden eyes while the evil grin rested upon the sharp fang-filled muzzle. Yes, the scent of fear had become much stronger after this moron looked out of the window. "Surprise" She growled, not caring that Billie couldn't understand while ripping off a couple of the bars and slipping the hulking frame out of the cage, free at last.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jan 14, 2008 20:19:49 GMT
[green]The fear that was filling her black soul was trying to die down. She was in a cage, Midnight couldn't get to her. The empty wolfsbane potion slightly worried her more, that meant that Kit was still here- and Kit wanted to exact her revenge in pounds of flesh.
"Kitty darling, you're a Gryffindor. becoming a mindless killing beast will hardly make you feel any better." She croaked, trying to put on the same mask of confidence that she'd been putting on lately around everyone.
She stood up from her stool.
"...Leonardo?! Headmistress??" She yelled out.
She scrambled back as the wolf ripped the bars apart.
"Anyone?! HELP!"[/green] She screamed out.
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Jan 14, 2008 22:14:11 GMT
The stench of fear in the Defence Against the Dark Arts room was almost strong enough to taste, which made the evil smirk on Midnight's muzzle even wider. A lesson Billie should have learnt the first time she saw what a werewolf could do was never to p*ss off a werewolf.
Letting the human get a couple of meters away before following, Midnight threw tables and chairs aside or leaping on top of them randomly. Preparing to toy with her prey before killing it. First thing first though. Taking a giant leap towards Billie, Midnight aimed for the wand, not caring if her claws ripped off the hand attached or not. Just as long as the b*tch couldn't fight back.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jan 14, 2008 22:45:01 GMT
She screamed as the beast lunged for her, trying to dodge it quickly, her wand was knocked out of her hand and into a box of some sorts.
She felt tears running down her cheeks- the mascara down with it. She knew she was going to die. She'd only been married to Leo for a couple of months. Great. As soon as she died, he'd probably meet his soulmate and marry her and then forget about his dead ex-wife. Chris. He'd probably cry for years on end. Nick. She'd never had the chance to tell him how much he'd done for her when she was growing up. The twins. She'd never got a chance to be a proper mother to them, if she died now then they wouldn't even remember her and probably be brought up by some common munta dating Leo for money.
Her whole body shook, Midnight was certainly loving the fear.
"Please Kit. Please, don't be like this." She pleaded. "This isn't you. This isn't you at all."
Her hair was already mucked up, and she already was crying.
It hadn't occured to her that this could ever happen, mortality was something she had forgotten about as she had people scared of her, others wrapped around her finger and the rest hatefully avoiding her. Frantically, her eyes searched for her wand, failing.
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Jan 15, 2008 22:08:20 GMT
A bark like laugh came from Midnight as the b*tch told her how unlike Midnight this was. She was a werewolf. This was exactly what she was. Just as much as this was exactly what the lieing, scheming, sadistic b*tch deserved. All the persecution, the pain, the mistreatment she had received. This is what the human scum had made her, and it sure as hell wasn't anyone else.
Continuing the slow pace after her prey, occasionally moving in Billie's path so she couldn't get to the door, Midnight began to heard her prey into the corner, so that the b*tch would be stuck between stone and the rage driven werewolf. Time for some fun perhaps. Extending one padded finger so that it was the sole point that could be used to cut. The werewolf slowly dragged the claw across her victims skin, drawing blood. Let's see who's cuts lasted longer and who bled more.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jan 16, 2008 20:42:55 GMT
[green]A wince as the beast barked. She cursed herself for not knowing that it was the full moon, but really. What are the actual chances of your ex-friends birthday being on a full moon when they just happen to be a Werewolf?
She walked back as the beast walked towards her. Damn. Midnight was blocking her way to the door. She really meant business.
As her back hit the stone wall she dreaded the consequences of her earlier actions. She shut her eyes tight, fear stricken upon her.
Feeling a cold claw against her neck, she screamed. It died down as the claw cut into her skin and blood drew from the wound, tears fell from her cheeks.
"Please...Please don't Kill me." She begged.[/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Jan 16, 2008 21:47:57 GMT
Midnight smirked as Billie screamed, even better when she begged for her life. Letting the blood coat her claw as it poured out of the wound, the werewolf lifted her paw above her head and dripped the crimson liquid into her open jaws. Pupils dilating instantly as the blood touched her tongue, it was like a drug to her, the starved werewolf finally tasting what she had been craving for so long.
Midnight just had to have more. Raking all five claws from that paw across Billie's flesh, digging in deeper than before. Returning the favour.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jan 17, 2008 20:40:11 GMT
[green]She kept her eyes open enough to witness Kit having a small taste of her blood. Blood that admittedly wasn't fully hers- she'd had to have many blood tranfers from when she was a bit on the insane side and felt no danger, around about the age of 16.
Her body shook slightly, no control over it whatsoever.
Weeping, she choked on her own tears. Why wasn't help coming? She needed help. leonardo should have know it'd be a full moon, so he should have been guarding Midnight!
The scream came to a halt and a mere gasp escaped from her lungs as five slashes came across her at once. Her eyes opened wide and she clutched to her chest.[/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Jan 17, 2008 21:46:11 GMT
The urge to close her jaws around Billie's scrawny neck was becoming much stronger as the scent of blood increased, yet, Midnight didn't want to kill her, not there anyway. The werewolf wanted somewhere she could relax and enjoy it. Somewhere in her world, the forest.
Running her wolfish tongue over her dagger like teeth and lupine snout, Midnight slammed her paw like hand around the humans throat, squeezing until the b*tch lost consciousness. The well furred beast dragged the unconscious human to the door smirking as she ripped it off it's hinges.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jan 17, 2008 21:57:39 GMT
[green]As the blood poured slowly from her cut skin, she clutched to it, trying to stop the blood. She was finding each breathe hard. The sudden slam of her back against the wall somehow took her by suprise, as did the sudden cut off from her breathing. She scratched at the beasts claws and her neck in vain. Blood transfered from her fintertips to her neck, where she was trying to pry Midnight off of her.
Then it went black.[/green]
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