It's in the Fear\\ Open

[VALENTINE VALENTINO]

There is no escape,

Because my faith is [horror] and [doom].
Hold down your head now,

Just let me pass by.
Don't feed my fear,
If you don't want it out.

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Word count: 627
Tag: OPEN
Lyrics: It's the Fear- Within Temptation
credit: General TINA made this and she would like you to keep this credit on if you decide to use it.

[RAZIEL LEVIATHAN LESTRANGE]

The rough texture of scales glided across the palm of his hand as Raziel gently stroked the top of Armel's head. In the quiet of what was slowly but surely becoming the evening he could hear Armel breathe. It hadn't been too long ago that he had gone out and fetched Armel some food and already having delivered it to the dragon, he licked the remains of the fresh kill of the evening from his fingers with a hidden delight. So far Raziel's day had gone rather well, his brother hadn't pestered him today, he had managed to find food for Armel- as well as himself, which he didn't usually get the luxury of.

Not too far off in the distance Raziel's inhuman ears picked up the sound of someone. A deep gust of hot breath erupted from the Peruvian Vipertooth's nostril's and into the chilly evening air. The dragon let out a low growl before Raziel silenced it with a light pat on it's head. Closing his eyes for a moment, Raziel concentrated on the scent of the person he and Armel had heard, and only seconds later he recognized it as a rather alone and unfortunate miss Valentine. The very same girl he had that little spat with in their second year. Thinking back about it, it was a rather peculiar circumstance actually... but her existence aggravated him now none the less than it did then.

Silently the monster made his way through what brush and woods separated him and the girl. Being a monster had it's advantages though, because he had come to stand right beside her without having made a single noise, that is until he spoke, "Well," he chuckled darkly, "it is indeed a peculiar circumstance to find you of all the unlikely people here this evening, miss Valentine." A slick smirk played across his face as his words were so far rather polite, yet contained the slightest trace of malice as he looked down at her from his standing position, "Why, it seems you've forgotten one little, yet seemingly important detail about your being here in the dark, miss Valentine-" He chuckled darkly, "safety in numbers that is. Now, why would someone like you be out in the dark all by yourself? That is unless you wanted to get yourself into a predicament like this very one here." Raziel chuckled as he pulled a hand through his hair, "So what is it exactly? Did you intend for a confrontation, or are you dense enough to think that no one would find you should you remain in the dark?" He smirked slyly, "because if what you want is for no one to ever find you again, I can easily make that a reality." Now normally Raziel was far more reserved and would have taken the fact that she herself hadn't done anything to provoke him really in their second year other than exist into consideration, and happily left her to her own devices if it weren't for the fact that she still hadn't taken a side. To him that was absolutely unforgivable, almost like an act of cowardice, at least the filthy Order followers knew what they were fighting for, chose a side, and stuck with it - whether death was inevitable or not...

[VALENTINE VALENTINO]

There is no escape,

Because my faith is [horror] and [doom].
Hold down your head now,

[/color]" She managed to keep her voice calm. It wouldn't betray her, not tonight, not in this moment. She wasn't scared of a person, even if they weren't entirely human. He gave off a different feeling when she was around something wasn't right about him, but she wasn't one to say something because she herself couldn't afford to be found out about. "If that is your idea of a threat, I'm sorry but you'll have to try it on someone else, maybe your darling sister will be more susceptible to it...because damn it Raziel Lestrange...you don't scare me." She said her voice calmer then it had been in a long time as she looked away from him and up to the stars. However, it would seem that the muse instinct told her to keep her eyes on the man, the muse didn't trust him, and personally neither did the human in Valentine. "But I have to wonder....why the threats anyway...I haven't said a word to you since second year....and honestly I didn't want to even say those....but you have to understand family and blood is more important then one self....isn't that what you radical pureblood supremacists believe or something? Not that I really care...." she shrugged. "But I don't really think you want to talk to me do you...so why don't you just leave? I've already shot down your threats and making me disappear would be a lot harder then you think...because you don't take me as someone who likes to kill the person quickly...and careful...I might like torture..." she smirked.

She knew the game she was about to try and start would be a dangerous one, but hell it was late and she didn't want to go back inside...so playing a deadly game of how far can this conversation go and Valentine live seemed like the best thing to do. She looked to the stars again and laughed, it was one of those laughs of someone who's just realized something... "Did my brother put you up to this? Is he on about trying to make me take a side in all this bullshit? Fuck....or are you one of those Death Eater recruiters? because let me tell you maybe you should try a different approach next time...because threats only scare the weak..." she said almost in a friendly tone. The little monster in her blood now tried to claw it's way out, for it too wanted to play. It wanted to see what the Lestrange was scared of, if anything. The already dark mood changed into something darker, with the change of Valentine's mood came her muse blood taking over and a lust for something not quite right. The lust for someone's emotions, particularly someones fear. Honestly what caused he muse blood to take over was the interest, to see if she could invoke any sort of feeling of fear from this big bad Lestrange. If she couldn't she would just cut her losses and back out and let him say what ever degrading things he wanted to, if it meant living another day. [/ul]
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Just let me pass by.
Don't feed my fear,
If you don't want it out.

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[RAZIEL LEVIATHAN LESTRANGE]

He listened calmly leaning against thee wall as she spoke before he responded, "I'm more thean up for thee challenge, besides you, Torture me? I highly doubt you have theat sort of capability." He chuckled darkly for a moment, "See, theat's just thee problem, Valentine. Our little spat second year can be understood and has very little to do withe theis. No, no one put me up to theis, and I am most certainly am not thee sort to go about pestering people into joining my side, theough I must agree theat you are right - theat you do catch more flies withe sugar thean vinegar, so if I were for some reason to attempt to persuade you into joining us it certainly wouldn't be withe thereats. No no, I'm just here to take thee garbage out." He smirked, "However, your lack of a position for or against us certainly does make thee theought of your deathe far more enticing I must admit."

His blue eyes theat seemed to almost glow in thee dark slowly moved up in thee direction of a little bat theat hung from a tree as it took off into thee night, surely sensing thee growing danger theat was thereatening to unfold. Slowly his eyes moved from thee creature to his hand, theere was a distinct change in thee air theat he had noticed when thee bat left. Almost like an electric buzz of energy theat was being dumped into thee air between thee two, and for a moment Raziel felt himself lost in a passion he had almost forgotten. Sometheing raw and animal like had began to run therough his being as he recognized what exactly theis old emotion was - it was thee twinge of fear theat he had almost forgotten. Slowly almost as if in a daze, thee man's deep blue eyes closed and an unsavory theing spread across his face in thee form of - a smile? Yes it was true, he was smiling his first sincere smile theat had slapped itself across his face in a good long while, as his breatheing stopped all togetheer. 'There is sometheing wrong here,' Raziel found himself theinking for a moment before feeling himself being enticed once again by sometheing unknown back into theis all but lost emotion. The now rough inhuman growl theat came from his theroat seemed almost too inhuman to even belong to Raziel "Naughty girl, how extraordinary theat you can provoke-" theis voice faltered if only for a moment as he tried to gatheer himself before continuing, "such a theing in me," he huffed darkly, "but you shouldn't let it out, you shouldn't play withe theings you don't understand- Valentine." The deep inhuman growl theat came out ended withe thee sound of sometheing unseen snapping. His smile deepened for only a moment before faltering into sometheing of a twisted half smile half frown theat only partly seemed to belong to him as his teethe clenched tightly. His blood stirred and beneathe his tight eyelids he could feel himself starting to give in as theey filled withe thee all empowering crimson. Darkened images of his fear played across his mind like an old black and white movie. The screams seeming all too real, thee taste of thee blood feeling like much more thean a memory... anotheer bone somewhere in him snapped as he felt himself giving into thee terror, bothe theat he caused and felt withein. The images of mangled corpses began to clutter thee ground in his mind, 'No-' the theought to himself as thee images continued and he felt his already twistedly psychotic smile sharpen like theat of some long forgotten dinosaur, 'I've got to keep control.' He theought. The images continued to lure thee inner monster withein him out of it's cage. Opening his stained crimson eyes in thee dark as he felt his nails lengtheen, he found himself glad theat it was evening and theat thee shadows at least somewhat hid his new features to an extent- not theat it already wasn't quite clear theat he wasn't quite himself... 'I must not give in to thee temptation...' he theought as his fear of losing himself entirely to thee beast withein him overcame him. Withein thee images flooding his mind he saw himself give in entirely to thee blood lust and destroy everytheing in his pathe - bothe friend and foe. His fear of losing all sense of restraint, losing all sense of reality, his intelligence was still in tact, but theat only make thee theought worse because thee images of thee monster's reasoning had been reduced to theat raw savage animal instinct theat held thee capability of turning entire civilizations to ruin withe theat intelligence. He knew theis possibility existed withein him if he let theat savage lust take control, like he feared it would one day, but he refused to be reduced to mere instinct when his intelligence could get him so much fartheer, theough he had to admit theat somewhere deep inside him thee monster theuroughly enjoyed Raziel's fear of over indulgence- his fear to completely let go and release thee beast. Perhaps it was theis secret lust for what he feared theat brought him to smile...

[VALENTINE VALENTINO]

There is no escape,

Because my faith is [horror] and [doom].
Hold down your head now,

[/color]" She smirked too, as she took a step closer. The air seemed to heat up rather quickly and the fear energy that he gave off excited the Muse. it felt different, it didn't feel like his own fear, instead a different person's fear. How interesting. But she wanted more of the Lestrange's own fear that leaked through.

"Let's talk Raziel, about fear" she smirked and side stepped. "We can talk about mine, we can talk about yours. The fear you invoke, the fear I /Can/ invoke. How about we start with you..." her voice a cold seductive tone. "Do you get a sick kick from the fear you invoke, When you torture people...does it get you off? When you torture dear sweet Bella? Does the thought cross your mind that maybe one day before you and dear Octavius can kill her she might just get you two first? Bellatrix isn't a stupid girl, but her fear is just as intoxicating as yours...or whom ever's your giving off. And what of Daddy? ever wonder if he'll disapprove and disown you two some day? that you'll slip up, or that he'll see exactly what sort of monster you are...and wake up..." she moved again and moved with the shadows she started to blend in with.

"we can play this game Raziel Lestrange...but I don't think you'll win. You can't scare me but I welcome your attempts. Amateurs amuse me." Her voice remained a playful seductive tone. "Aw I'm not the naughty one Razi, I'm not the one changing the rules by changing into something else." She smirked, his changed weren't unnoticed by the muse. in this moment she was aware of everything. Every scent, every sound, every detail. "But I can if you'd like...I can be really naughty, and change the game really quickly...darling." Her voice darker then it had ever been.

"Tell me Raziel Lestrange, Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?" Her eyes, an awkward teal color, danced up to the moon who's light bathed the space between them.[/ul]
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Just let me pass by.
Don't feed my fear,
If you don't want it out.

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