Beauty of the Dark

Amycus was satisfied with her answer. Knowing he would never have tolerated it anyway he was pleased to hear her agree. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head he squeezed her gently. “I love how sweet and agreeable you’re being.”

“You make it sound as if I’m jumping at the chance to be sold off to someone of father’s choosing.” She muttered with a roll of her eyes, bitterness seeping into her voice. “Don’t get used to it.” She then mumbled, turning to bury her face into Amycus’ chest. Her brother was the only one who saw all of her, with nothing hidden. No one else would ever see the sides of her that Amycus did. “Let’s go up to your dorm.” She demanded after a moment, noticing the trickling of students that had begun to enter the common room.

“Oh, i’m not sure.  Have you ever had a rotting corpse in your home?”  Smirking over to Alecto, Rod chuckled lowly, making it difficult to be clear on whether he was joking or not. “What ever do you need help with that your darling brother can’t assist you on?”

“Yes, actually. I have.” Alecto retorted flatly, giving the male a deadpan expression. She wasn’t lying, either. The Carow Patriarch had a fondness for leaving the corpses of his prey to rot in the cellar. “He can’t, because he’s in the same boat as me. Look, all I need you to do is relay a message. Think you can handle it?”

“I know but think of it as teaching me a lesson in torturing someone. You’re sure to be the best teacher for it love.”

“So boring.” Alecto once more muttered before leaving the blonde’s side.

“Aw, was that meant to be a threat, Carrow. That is cute.  I do not answer to anyone, and certainly not you, so if you don’t mind…”

In one swift move, Alecto had the male against the nearest wall. “I do mind, actually.” She sneered, pressing her arm roughly against his chest.. “It’s cute that you thought you had a choice, though.”

Amycus loosened his hold on her now that she had reassured him. He knew that their father would soon try to make her marry again but the thought sickened him. “I refuse to share you with anyone.” He murmured softly as he drew little circles on her back.

“You won’t ever have to.” Alecto responded back immediately. She didn’t want to marry, and she certainly didn’t want to marry someone her father had picked out for her. But along with that, she had never held the slightest bit of interest for anyone, nor did she think she ever would. For her, all she would ever need was her brother.

Cissa sighed dramatically. “No. I’m afraid not. I don’t find much enjoyment in just sheer torture. I would rather it be someone I don’t like so I can have some real fun with them. The best torture is psychological.”

“You’re such a bore.” Alecto muttered with a roll of her eyes. “Fine, you can stay here and watch while I tear this stupid little mudblood apart.” She snapped, briefly bending down to grab her wand from her boot and clutching it in her fist.

Amycus hated hearing about her betrothals. Even though he knew that he would never allow any of them to actually happen he didn’t enjoy the rouse of them. “I’ll kill Rosier and father myself if either of them thinks that is going to happen. Rosier is nowhere near good enough for you. The thought of you even cosying up to him makes me sick.”

“I’m just pulling your leg, my love.” Alecto murmured, rubbing his chest soothingly. With her last two betrothals, she had managed to worm her way out of them fairly early, but the problem now was that their father was catching on to her, and she feared one of these times, she wouldn’t be so lucky. “I’d like to see Rosier come anywhere near me.”

Amycus ran his fingers lazily through her hair rolling his eyes at her statement. “You know well enough that I won’t put up with your crap and not give it back to you.”

“You really should considering you love me.” Alecto muttered with a roll of her eyes, absentmindedly tracing shapes on his chest. “Besides, it seems I might have to start cosying up to Rosier. Father is considering him for my next betrothed.” She stated, her lips curling into a sneer. The keyword in her response had been next, as she had already wormed her way out of two betrothals already.

Cissa crept up behind Alecto to look over her shoulder. “If you did it would be your own fault Alecto. You know I only participate when I feel like it. You’ll have to make it entertaining enough for me to want to.”

Alecto’s eyes rolled upwards into her head as she slowly turned to glance at the blonde from over her shoulder. “Is the thought of getting to torture this mudblood to the brink of death not entertaining enough for you?” She retorted dryly.

Narcissa quirked a brow but continued to be patient as Alecto searched for the prey she wanted.

“There.” Alecto whispered, though mostly to herself as she finally landed her eyes on her prey, a predatory smirk unfurling upon her lips. “I should hope I didn’t waste my time bringing you here for no reason, Narcissa.” The brunette murmured, fully implying her desire for the blonde to take part in the coming events.

Amycus gave her a satisfied smirk as he not so gently tugged her back to him. “I see you’re as displeased as I am. I would suggest you pick a different game sweetheart.”

Alecto gave a quiet huff as he tugged her back towards him, though she didn’t put up a fuss and settled back into his side. “I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t throw it back at me.” She muttered.

“Who are you looking for?”

“A little mudblood.” Came Alecto’s simple response as she searched around.

“Tell me sister is it your goal to displease me as much as possible tonight. Perhaps while you run off with your Rosier I’ll go track down Miss Vanity. Surely we’re both entitled to our fun.” The ice in his voice made it perfectly clear that he was not pleased.

Her grin had remained on her lips until he flipped the tables, in which case her grin fell in almost an instant. Now scowling, she moved some from him, though not completely. “There’s a difference between fun and disgusting choices.” She snapped with a roll of her eyes. “Really, I pegged you to have better taste than that.” She continued. “Besides, it’s as if you hardly know me at all; as if I would go anywhere near Rosier.”

Amycus had been running a hand through her hair as she spoke but as he continued to listen to her his hand stopped bunching up a bit roughly in her silky strands. A growl escaped his lips but he said nothing on the subject. Preferring to play his favorite game of silence.

Her brother reacted just as she expected him to, causing her lips to curl in satisfaction, especially when she heard his growl and felt it rumbling in his chest. “Does that bother you, brother?” Alecto inquired innocently, tilting her head to look up at him, knowing he was bound to be struggling with his silence.

Cissa smiled but stopped speaking content to follow her into the forest.

Satisfied that she wouldn’t be hearing any more from the blonde, Alecto continued on for a few more minutes before finally breaking the silence. “A little birdie told me a person of interest to me would be sneaking out here.”

Amycus was resolved to be cold towards her but it quickly faded. As she sat in the chair he wrapped an arm around her. “I’m not pleased with your game.”

Making herself comfortable by curling into his side, she draped an arm across his middle and smirked against his shoulder. “I wouldn’t play it if I knew you would be.” She murmured. "Besides, I could have said I would go off with Rosier or one of the Lestrange's."

“You love me and you know it.” Cissa spoke in a teasing tone as she moved to stand next to Alecto.

“Shut it, before I tear your throat out.” Alecto growled, her patience beginning to wane.