Post by bloodrug on Dec 1, 2009 8:06:03 GMT -7
David's eyes opened wide as the rush of the wind and the warm splash of blood hit his face. The cold cobbelstone of Knockturn Alley made the hairs on his neck sand up on end, and the pungent stench of death clung to the air. His naked body was hard to move from where it was laying. He was weak and covered in blood that didn't belong to him. All he could recall was running towards a woman simewhere in a feild, then biting into her. After that he only saw darkness and blank walls, as he attempted to bring the memories back.
Realizing that remembering what had happened to him, was the least of his worries, David swiped some black robes from a drying line, and draped them over him. If he was going to walk around, he might as well wear something to remain incognito. An iritating itch flowed through his arm for a while as he was about to make his way bacjk to Diagon alley. He lifted his sleeveand saw the marking of the snake and skull slither and hiss at him. Sighing, he turned around and walked back the way he had come.
Whoever was calling the deatheaters together, it definately wasn't the dark lord. This person was much less powerful, but powerful none the less. as he turned down the alleyway to where the mark was leading him, David placed a hand over his face and when he pulled his hand away, the demonic mask stood in place of David's striking features. As the location drew closer, David decided to apperate the rest of the way there so as not to be followed.
He seemed to be very late for the little shindig that had already begun. Excitement boiled in his blood as the sight of Bellatrix's evil smile curled naturally on her face. But his excitement ended when he realized who had conjured the mark. "What a waste of my time. I could be at home right now enjoying myself but no! Little miss riddle decides to act like daddy! waste of my bloody time." David mumbbled to himself. He could feel his legs and arms slowly grow longer as the want to claw away the Riddle girls face grew stronger.
When the Dark Lord appeared, David`s lungs suddenly ran out of air. All the feelings of hate disappeared and where replaced with feelings of respect and wonder. This man had defyed death so many times and actually got to draw blood from the boy who ended him. Words could not describe how David felt at that moment.
Realizing that remembering what had happened to him, was the least of his worries, David swiped some black robes from a drying line, and draped them over him. If he was going to walk around, he might as well wear something to remain incognito. An iritating itch flowed through his arm for a while as he was about to make his way bacjk to Diagon alley. He lifted his sleeveand saw the marking of the snake and skull slither and hiss at him. Sighing, he turned around and walked back the way he had come.
Whoever was calling the deatheaters together, it definately wasn't the dark lord. This person was much less powerful, but powerful none the less. as he turned down the alleyway to where the mark was leading him, David placed a hand over his face and when he pulled his hand away, the demonic mask stood in place of David's striking features. As the location drew closer, David decided to apperate the rest of the way there so as not to be followed.
He seemed to be very late for the little shindig that had already begun. Excitement boiled in his blood as the sight of Bellatrix's evil smile curled naturally on her face. But his excitement ended when he realized who had conjured the mark. "What a waste of my time. I could be at home right now enjoying myself but no! Little miss riddle decides to act like daddy! waste of my bloody time." David mumbbled to himself. He could feel his legs and arms slowly grow longer as the want to claw away the Riddle girls face grew stronger.
When the Dark Lord appeared, David`s lungs suddenly ran out of air. All the feelings of hate disappeared and where replaced with feelings of respect and wonder. This man had defyed death so many times and actually got to draw blood from the boy who ended him. Words could not describe how David felt at that moment.