Greetings Mr. Boogie Man

[Etoile Lefevre]

Heels clicked softly against the cobblestone street as a tall figure made her way down the street, her shining black dress flowing behind her. Etoile carried her thin frame down the street with pride and not an ounce of dear or uncertainty in her. She had no reason to fear anything on these streets, not human, not creature, not even the most dark of spells wasn't going to take away her sense of pride and hunger for power. If someone wanted to bother her and waste her time then she would break their necks and ditch their body in ditch or something. Etoile had no time to waste on petty people who should be bowing at her feet rather then talking to her as if she were some kid or damsel in distress all the time. Honestly she was about as much of a damsel as any muggle hating Death Eater in the world, she never needed help and she knew how to kill so it bothered her to be thought of as weak. Passing by a shop window Etoile stopped herself let her gray-blue eyes glance into the mirror at her own reflection. Snowy pale skin shined in the moonlight and glossed lips curled up into a smile as her appearance was fully taken in by her eyes. She surely didn't look like she someone who was literally out of their mind. If only she was better looking then she would have had it all. Being the ugly duckling didn't matter though, as long as she could have the power she wanted and destroy the lives of those who got in her way, Etoile would be content. One day the Lefevre's would be hers, and then New Zealand, and if she managed all of that, then the world would be hers as well.

A strand of hair was clipped out of her face by a clip as she turned her head from the window and almost shuddered. Someone was approaching. Etoile couldn't hear footsteps or breathing, or even feel the heat from the persons body. Whomever it was, made sure to be as sleek and unseen as the night itself. But Etoile could feel it by the tension in the air. It thickened greatly, as if some form of darkness came along and was trying to swallow her whole. Too bad her own inner darkness collided with it. They couldn't do anything to her while she was just as insane and heartless as they possibly were. Etoile's glossed lips curled up into a smile as she apparated to the top of a building. She knew exactly who it was, it was him.

He didn't exactly have a name yet. But Etoile had seen him time after time after time. As she lurked within the shadows and just watched him. As silent as the spirit in the night. He was a dark man, that much she could tell. He was good at following others but she wondered if he knew she was there. Etoile was good at keeping herself hidden but it was as if the man had a third eye. Etoile had since then given him the nickname Boogie Man. Since he dwelled in the dark and watched others. Etoile's blue eyes sought after him for a moment before she smirked and turned into the shadows. She couldn't see him but he was around and thats all she could tell. There was a chance he wasn't even going to appear but he was just around. Etoile didn't know why she cared but it was one of those things that was hard to explain. His appearance and the darkness he gave off made her wonder. Moments passed by before Etoile apparated herself off the top of the building and rounded the corner of a building.

 

[Hades Styx]

Head bowed, eyes closed, kneeling down on the edge of the building that had a flat roof, Hades Lutrov was listening to the wind's whispers in the night. The tension was in the air, he could feel it. Hades only felt this if he knew that someone was actually daring to follow him. Very few have accomplished this, but none have ever made it unknown to him. Hades knew most of the tricks to stalking someone, if not all of them. He would know how to follow someone and hide in the darkness. Hades had done this years ago, and now, he was a lot stealthier than he had been. Hades had half a mind to chloroform her, and take from this night, but things would get a little suspicious with the future wife of his. He did not want to make it seem like he was not loyal. How Hades knew that it was female were the sounds of heels against the cobblestone. No male had that grace, and no male possessed the will to wear heels. At least, none that he had ever seen in his life. Hades could hear many sounds in the night, including the fact that his crow was soaring up ahead. It was something that he carried with him many times at night. He would send the crow to attack whomever as a distraction, and it would work. But right now, Hades just waited in silence, as still as a gargoyle. His skin shone with white, his hair ebony as the sky. He was almost colorless, but he did carry a creepy look about him, something that warned many to stay away from him. Hades was a Death Eater, but he put a new name to them. Hades was a whole other form of dangerous, and not just holding to the Death Eater names, but rather someone that did much more than just kill muggle-borns and blood traitors.

Onyx eyes opened when Hades could hear that the steps stopped, and he could feel someone watching him. He not only heard that, it also apparated to the top of the building that he was standing on. Hades' fingers twitched slightly, itching to grab someone by the throat and just scare them to next year. Slowly, his tall, built body encased in a long, black trench coat carrying many weapons of destruction rose to his full height. Hades wondered if he could mess with the girl's head for a moment. She obviously wanted to play with him, and that much she will receive. The Death Eater rarely pulled this number out, but once he apparated, he was on another building top, ducking behind the shadows, before showering himself in the Dislliusionment Charm, becoming more like a chameleon than anything. Once more, he apparated only this time, he was on top of the chimney, virtually invisible thanks to the charm of blending into the background, that the woman was upon. His voice, sinister and eerie, purred from his chest, and out of his mouth, "You have guts, following a complete stranger, however it is shameful because I have known this the entire time." He had known he had been watched, having someone watched him most of his life. Before Etoile, it was Valefaria, but he goes to her own house to visit her from time to time. Hades made sure that he was crouching, and relatively close to her, and the shadows that she had chosen to hide in. This was all too interesting and fun to him, and there was no possible way that someone could destroy this. Hades moved into the shadows and this time, stood directly behind her, and the charm wore off, and he stood there, his arms folded across his chest.

 

[Etoile Lefevre]

Etoile had been basing her opinions on this Stranger by his behavior so far. Never did she think he would actually approach her, even if she had been hoping that he would for awhile now. He seemed to be the type of person that could honestly care less about another person. But tonight he surprised her. Instead of letting her get away to just came back another day and follow him, she felt the presence get closer. Then again there was always the chance that it wasn't him at all. But who else would really be out here at this time of night instead of her and seemingly him? No one Etoile could think of so she felt she was safe to assume that he was actually going to pursue her. Her body paused completely in heading down the ally when she heard a very chilling voice, honestly she expected no less after months of trailing this man. He had the ghostly appearance and a heartless voice to boot, how one not consider him to be a real life boogie man of some sorts? Etoile couldn't see him yet so there must have been a spell on him or something. No matter though. She knew right away it was him, that tense and dark aura he possessed was a dead giveaway that he was close. Perhaps within a foot of her possibly. Chances were that by her appearance and small figure, she might have already been underestimated. Hopefully if he did it wouldn't take him long to learn otherwise. "I've been tailing you for months, I'd hardly call us strangers by this point, dearest Boogie Man." Etoile's voice was very soft but held a strong sense of coldness and slyness to it that one would think that she had stolen another's voice in place of her own. Etoile didn't see the point in speaking loudly or like a rushed moron, she would only raise her voice when she saw it fit, which was usually never. A sickened smirk made it's way up to her glossed lips before she brushed some of her blonde hair behind her shoulders and let her blue eyes shift to look behind her as well. She could see him behind her just vaguely. his pale skin was always the first thing she noticed. It almost reminded her of a vampire, the dead soulless creatures had skin so pale it looked as if they had been out in a snowstorm for awhile and lost all the blood and color within their bodies. But she was pretty sure that Boogie man was all but human. Or perhaps some sort of poltergeist.

Etoile finally turned her own body to face the man she had been tailing for the past few months. This was the first time either of them had been close to one another so this was the first time Etoile noticed the difference between their height and body size. Her could easily tower over her, and although Etoile was pretty toned, she was pretty sure he was even more so. He could probably squash her like a bug if he wanted. But oh would she put up a fight if he tried to. If she had to, she would drive a sharp blade through his skull if he tried to end her life. Etoile was not going to rest until she had her power. "I was wondering when you'd grow curious enough to actually approach me. I was starting to get bored a little bored. I think I should let you know though, I wanted you to know I was here.." Etoile winked before her eyes gleamed with malice. If she wanted to prevent him from finding her she would have tried much harder. Then again he still could have known she was there. She wasn't sure. But now she had what she wanted. And that was a confrontation. "Later, Boogie Man." Her blue eyes met with his black ones for just a moment before her smirk faded and she turned away form him. Her heels clicking as she stepped away. Etoile wasn't sure but for some reason all she had wanted was to see if he noticed or not. She was unsure if she was actually wanting to meet the man behind her title.

 

[Hades Styx]

Hades honestly thought that this was all just a wild goose chase, and half expected her to just run away, like a frightened puppy once he was standing so close to her, but she did not even run. A chill of fear did not course up her spine because he would have seen the signs. No, she seemed almost familiar, as if the darkness within her was calling out to him. One had to be into that sort of stuff to follow him around so much, some nights when he was just dripping in blood from another victim and another night, occupied with a child of his, as he was teaching them how to perform the arts of stealth to them. Sometimes, he would be covered in blood there as well. The one that was most curious right now were Hades II and Kaia. He thought of Kaia as his own now, even though she was the sister of the man whom bore a child with his half-sister. Hades had a knack for bringing in children, and attracting them to the dark side, to become the future dark lords and queens that they were destined to be. Hades simply taught them and they listened. They were interesting little soldiers. Some could not handle it however. Hades took in notice that this woman was small framed, but after his encounters and meeting with the Ranee, he knew better than to underestimate females that may just look like angels but could be demons on the inside. Hades knew better than that, since his own woman right now seemed more like a Greek goddess than a killer.

Hades snickered in his throat on what she had called him and said that they did not seem like strangers now; she had been trailing him for months now, and Hades had known it from day one. He had been keeping track, but he figured that tonight was the night that they would meet, face to face. The name that she called him, that was something that he was curious in, “Boogie Man? How very childlike to give me an alias such as that.” Hades may have to use this to have his younger children refer to him by, even though Vritra already had a few times in her life. The Death Eater watched every movement that she had, including the subtle things such as brushing her hair behind her, and finally turning around to reveal what she looked like to him. All he had seen before were hints of blonde hair, and maybe a glimmer of a gown. The Death Eater stared down at her with his soulless onyx eyes, searching through her blue orbs so bright. She seemed so familiar but he could see that they were similar. Perhaps not as much as she seemed to want power, but that was all he was gathering right now. Her tone of voice was familiar as well. He did not know who he was dealing with, but neither did she. Hades was a being that no one really knew, no one understood the things he did, which were often questioned even by himself. He had no control over some things he did, and he had complete control over others. Hades listened to her speak once more, and she winked, her own eyes gleaming with malice. Hades was interested, in who she was. He had known that she was here, or else he would have never found her to begin with.

“I know you were here, but I suppose the knight has to make the first move on the pawn.” There, Hades was getting a little bit of an attitude, but amusement laced around his words, as well as the coldness that he always possessed. Then, she attempted to step away from him, after bidding farewell. This was not settling in with Hades. He knew that she was not an Auror, but she was something else. Hades smirked evilly, and he whispered cruelly, “Not so fast, princess.” Hades used the muscles in his legs to hasten after her, before his ghostly white hands clasped her shoulders, forced her to turn around and face him. He was about to say more, but he heard other footsteps. He inclined his head toward the sound, before he apparated off with the woman in his grip, to a place that he felt would be best, and if he needed to kill her, her cries would never be heard. The result was the room that he had ‘talked’ with his darkness, came into the right state of mind, and it was almost pitch black. The room was made of solid concrete and steel, with no windows. It was an underground safehouse in the middle of northern Russia. Black candles lit at their presence, and gave the room a creepy lighting. If Hades looked terrifying at night, under lighting such as this, there were no comparisons. He looked even more dangerous than ever, especially when his arms were over his chest, folded like they were now. “Now, who are you.”

 

[Etoile Lefevre]

Etoile had dealt with dark men before. Since Danielle Lefevre was none another than a distant cousin of hers she had become accustomed to men who dwelled within the darkness. Unfortunately she was so distant of a cousin that she wasn't next in line to be the Head of the Lefevre's. Being related to such a demon had it's perks and had it's downside, at least Etoile was used to being around men like the Boogie Man. Her own inner darkness told her not to fear this man. It called out to his own like a light called out to the itty bitty bugs that swarmed around it at night. Etoile's eyes looked passed the man for a moment before they returned to resting on him. It was rare for her ever to speak with someone, at least enough to make them a friend or something. This man was nowhere near a friend or anything but a friendship could always be formed over a confrontation. Etoile was considered to be a black widow by most. She reeled a person in and used them for their purpose. Then when they filled their purpose and she didn't need them for anything more, she got rid of them. Simple as that. Etoile did not like attachment of any sort so getting rid of them was best. If they were no use to her what would be the point of keeping them around? Attachment made people more weak then they needed to be. Sure it was said that love could make a person stronger. But not in Etoile's point of view. It would make her weak and it would make her stupid. This is why she didn't trust others, she didn't trust love, relationships, or anything. It was all stupid and Etoile will curse the day any man decide's to run in and try to break down her walls.

"You dwell in the darkness and bring fright to others. I find no other name as suitable as this one. I do not know what your real name is either, so I cannot call you by that." His soulless onyx eyes stared into her own. A sure sign that he was either trying to read her or intimidate her away to go away from him. She could almost feel that he was interested which was good in her case. She wanted to keep him around because if he disappeared who was she going to follow around on those long nights where she had nothing to do. Over the past months he had been a source of entertainment and a human interaction for her. Etoile didn't have much family unless she went to France so it wasn't like she had many people to talk to. They had never spoken but her inner darkness clashed with hers. It kept that beast inside content for the time being. Would it want him dead in the future though? Etoile did not know. His next statement made her cold smile return once more, the fact that he was gaining an attitude made this a lot more fun for her. "Unless the pawn captures the the Knight first. " Etoile spoke, using his own reference back. It was fun having someone actually be able to stand up to her. Usually men backed down or just tried to get her gown off. Since he had done neither she could tell he was going to truly be a worthy person to follow indeed. Her own pale skin glimmered in the faint moonlight, but compared to his white skin she looked tan. He was like a phantom. Hm, the phantom also had a nice ring to it. But she liked Boogie man so much more. What was this place. Turning towards him she let out a cold laugh before her hands rested on her hips.

Steps away from where she was standing she didn't get far when his hands clasped her shoulders and forced her to turn around to face him once again. "Oooh Princess, I like that." Etoile replied slyly. Teasing him and trying to cover the fact that he had enticed her just a little bit with his forcefulness and the cruelty in his voice. Before an action could be taken they were apparated off by Boogie Man. The place he had taken her was pretty all black except for lit candles. No windows or anything, it would have been creepy to most others but Etoile found it peaceful in a strange way. He had asked her who she was, oh what a question to ask her. Why not mess with him a little. Just see how far she could push that darkness of his, her own darkness seemed to call to this place as well. Was this place charmed? "Your good at reading people, Why don't you tell me." She was playing games with him. Had he ever been missed with before or was she playing a whole new field he wasn't used to. Etoile would like to think she was going to give him a run for his money.

 

[Hades Styx]

This safehouse was more or less a haven. It was uncharmed, except for a few spells to keep those without permission out, and to keep others from tracing it as well. Hades simply thought that one here in the dark, with no connections to the outside world would make it seem so much more. Hades at the time he was here, he almost went completely insane, yet he was able to snap into his right state of mind as well. He had seen things in here that he would never forget, and he owed everything he had to this room here. Before, Hades was not as dark or as malevolent. But now, he was something much more. He was something that nightmares were made of. He stalked, hunted, toyed, frightened, killed and used others' bodies to do what he willed. "The pawn seems to hold a different game as the knight, it appears. A pawn is limited to go forward, whereas the knight can go wherever it pleases," informed Hades with a slight smirk to his tone of voice. He wondered if he should even bother with saying his name at all. From where he was standing, and where they were at, he figured that he would not need to worry about her reporting to the Aurors, after her curiosity of the darkness that he lived in. He had met an Auror, and he knew what they felt like, and what they looked like in their eyes. This woman did not seem like the Auror type at all. Hades simply stared down at her, for the time being, studying her as each second passed. This was something he took his time in, because he was in his own territory; he had home field advantage.

"The name is Hades, Hades Lutrov. I am a guardian of a powerful family and a dark priest as well. I am also pure-blooded, and I have many dark secrets as well as a history that no one will ever know that just waltz after me," Hades explained coldly, and he noticed just how at ease the woman seemed. Hades had a gift though, of telling who belonged with what family after watching them for some time. Hades had been hanging around the Lefevre family for a while now, and all of them at their similarities, especially the females. He had been sent there to watch after Axelle and Arnost, to see if they would surely fall in love and prove their marriage to be true. Hades smirked slightly, and noticed those eyes, and that hair, as well as the grace she seemed to hold within her, as well as her small frame. There was no denying it, she was a Lefevre. Hades smirked and he purred, "I may not be a Legilimens, but the signs are there. Reading people is what I do, but I did want a name. Perhaps I can reveal who you really are, and find out something about yourself that you did not know." Hades approached her, and his white fingers grazed her cheekbone ever so slightly, his touch able to bring chills, however he doubted that she would gain chills. Hades stared deep into her eyes, seeing what he could. He needed this information to guess at what sort of person she was, and just what family she belonged to and be accurate about it. Hades hated being wrong. "Princess, I do believe you are a Lefevre," began Hades as he folded his arms across his chest once more, "You are enticed with power and darkness, and seeing a being living in it so thoroughly has you curious. You are not to be underestimated. After spending more time with you, however, I will be able to gain deeper knowledge. Now, what is it that you truly want from me."

 

[Etoile Lefevre]

Etoile had a hard time remembering what a nightmare was like because she barely slept these days, and when she did she never dreamt of anything. But if she did dream and was able to remember what a nightmare was like, this place might have been the location of her dream terrors. Then again her body found this place to be peaceful and almost good for the current mindset she was in. It actually calmed the bloodlust she had and just let her mind wander as she began to wonder more about this place. A hand of hers went out as she trace her nails across the walls of the room that she was in carefully as she tried to get a sense of the history that had taken place. From what she could tell he must have spent a lot of time here at one point. "Careful, this pawn could someday become queen. Oh the bloodshed that would become of that." Etoile muttered her eyes gleaming with malice for a moment before she shivered it off and turned away from Hades and back to letting her eyes gaze onto a set of candles nearby. "Where are we?" The curiosity she also felt was starting to get to her because she knew she wanted to know where he had taken her. How far away from the spot they had first met were they now? Was it some place as cold as her beating heart or was it somewhere warm and foreign. She liked this place and didn't want to leave just so soon, but she would like to know where this place was. Would she ever be allowed to leave now that she was here? Or was Hades going to keep her here? His name suited the face and his personality well, it was like the perfect dark being combined into one. He was definitely the boogie man, a shadow dweller, perhaps related to the infamous grim reaper or something himself. Golden locks brushed into Etoile's face before she finally turned and returned to standing right in from of Hades. Etoile felt his fingers graze her cheekbone and she tensed up, her eyes darting to look at his hand as if it were a knife headed straight for the pearly white skin on her neck. As there was no chills instead that darkness in her peaked a little, ready to just tear into something.

"I am a Lefevre, though I am so distant of a relative that Danielle probably isn't even fully aware of my existence. My name is Etoile however. I am a dweller of the dark, and I seek many things..power is one of them." Etoile finally revealed her name to him and that she was a distant relative of Danielle's, the family Head was recorded down as a cousin of some sort from what Etoile had read back. One thing was really obvious to the blonde though, and that was that Danielle was needing of an heir to take the throne soon because she passed away. Of course she would have many years ahead, but it would be best to have one appointed just in case something were to happen. With a steady hand she almost reached out and took a hold of his wrist, she almost wanted to peer and see if he bared the same mark Danielle did. If he despised muggles such as she, if his heart was filled with coldness. With a sly smirk she leaned over to whisper in his ear. "You'll never know what I want." She breathed out before she leaned away and stepped away from Hades. He never would know what she wanted from him, because she wasn't fully sure. Etoile didn't know why she ended up following him like she did. There was something about him, something interesting. Something he had that she wanted, but she didn't know what it was.

 

[Hades Styx]

It went without saying, Hades was starting to take an appeal to this woman. When he was going through his stages of having women as vessels, why did he not run into her beforehand? She would have made an excellent vessel for his child, but things had changed now. Sometimes, Hades wished that things never had changed. As if he was still out there, searching. The black candles gave out a subtle scent of dragon's blood, a scent that he had to go to the United States to even find. And here he was, standing here with a woman that almost seemed like his double. Almost, and he did not think that she was nearly as twisted and screwed up in the head as he was. Hades glanced around the room, where he saw fragments of stone crumbled, from memories of pounding on the walls, going insane, before he settled with the darkness that he believed that controlled him, but it was just himself. Marks in the walls indicated where he had punched the wall, and Hades figured that now, he was not so split up and he was good to go now, perfectly fine with insanity. Hades smirked lightly and he murmured, "Even a Queen is not safe from being taken out if the Queen is not careful of where she steps." Hades liked the fact that he was talking almost like he was sane. Hades enjoyed this and wondered just how many things will be similar about them that was not under the surface right now. Hades thought for a moment and he answered with a purr of his voice, "Somewhere close to the Arctic Ocean, from what I gather due to the coldness I can feel seeping through this place." It took a lot of heat to even make this safehouse remotely a comfortable sixty degrees. However, to someone not wearing as much clothing as Hades currently was, they might feel a little chilled right now.

"A relative of Ranee Danielle, huh? How intriguing, because I know where she is and everything," Hades smirked deviously into the dim lighted room. He did not really know her personally, and he did not really need to. Hades nodded slightly and he figured that she was after power, but he did not know what type of power she was seeking. Hades could not tell what she was seeking and he was wanting to know what it would be. Hades was not in any position to even help, but he did not he would even be interested into it. Hades felt Etoile's hand trace onto his wrist, and expose the Dark Mark and all of its dark glory under the dim lit. Hades inhaled slightly, and he watched her only get closer and whisper into his ear, as well as step from him. Hades jerked his wrist from her, his sleeves covering the Dark Mark, and he felt something. He didn't know what it was, but he empowered him to force Etoile against the wall, and he hissed, "I'd be careful how you would lay a finger on this Death Eater." Hades had his face just inches from her own, and he noticed something, something that he had not see before. His eyes went to her blonde hair, and he could see something dark poking from it. "Oh, what do we have here?" Hades used his other hand that was not holding her against the wall to tear the blonde hair from Etoile's head, and laying it to the ground. It was a wig, and he saw dark locks fall around her shoulders, and Hades figured that the look of that would suit her much more than blonde hair. Hades murmured, "So, little Lefevre was under a disguise. I don't know why, nor do I want to know, but it seems rather futile to not be too careful when someone is being rather forceful with you." Hades glanced into her eyes and he continued, "Is that your real eye color, or is it a potion, or contacts perhaps?" Hardly anything could get past Hades, but if he had not used his strength to knock that wig slightly ascue, then he would not have noticed unless he was looking.

 

[Etoile Lefevre]

Etoile could see Hades contemplating something and she smirked to herself. She didn't want to know what he was thinking but she always loved it when her presence brought a person to actually think. It made her feel like a great big mystery that no one had the guts to solve. She doubted that even he would figure her out, he would be dead before he ever did. Turning her head a little bit, her nose caught the smell of something that made her shudder for a moment. The smell was one of her weaknesses. "Why do I smell Blood?" She bit her lip after she spoke the words. Blood in a way was like a turn on and something that always made her loose her guard on things. The sight, smell, and taste of it were all something she had come to desire over the years. Could he have known what her weakness was or was this something he enjoyed as well. Strands of her blonde hair fell into her face she and didn't bother to brush them out of her face as she tried to gain control of herself. This was almost cruel in a way. But Etoile refused to let herself be completely weakened like so. A strong exhale of breath and she reopened her eyes and forced her weakness aside for now. It was subtle so it wasn't enough to drive her over the edge, but it still bothered her. The cold look on her face covered it easily though. Marks could be seen upon the wall as well as the obvious chill that lingered in the room. To her it was the perfect place, she could stay here and be happy. Hades smirk alarmed her that he was going to say something either sarcastic or amusing in his books. It was a true, even a Queen was not always safe. "Not if the Queen kills all the other players first." Etoile winked and focused in on the location that Hades told her, interesting place to keep a safe-house like this. So it was secluded and a good place for one to lose their mind at. Etoile would have perhaps stayed here in the past when she wanted to be away from the world. Unfortunately she didn't know of a place like this in her past. After Hades allowed her to leave she would probably never return either. This wasn't her own and she didn't expect her and Hades to have much of a reaction after this either.

"A very distant relative, we've never met before. I'm pretty sure soon she won't matter though." Etoile would some day be head and she knew it. But that would be all she would reveal for now. Until she had more of a plan and knew what to do to get the power she so desired. It seemed that whispering in his ear and the gentle touch on his arm was not the smartest of ideas but she didn't fear him, she encouraged the reaction. He jerked his wrist from her and she ended up being pinned to the cold stone wall by him not even a moment later. His face was inches from her own and now she could even feel his hot breath against her face. She would have responded to his words but something else made her pause and her smirk fade. The hand that wasn't holding her against the wall rose up to pull the blonde wig that had been concealing her dark hair off. Etoile's breathed hitched in her throat for not even a moment before a sadistic smile replaced her shock look. One of her hands came up and she snapped her pale fingers to that the contacts she had in disappeared revealing her silvery green eyes. "This is how Little Lefevre has avoided arrest for all the murders she's committed And-." Etoile retorted smoothly, her voice almost ending in a purr. However, her hand slid down to her pocket to grab the hilt of something. Her other hand that was not within her pocket drew out and traced a line against Hades jaw before she removed it and with lightening speed drew the dagger within her pocket and aimed it at Hades' neck. The very tip of the blade just ever so slightly poking his flesh. "And if you ever tell anyone, the walls of this safe-house will be covered in your blood." Etoile hiss in his ear before he silvery green eyes locked right into hers.

 

[Hades Styx]

The Death Eater raised an eyebrow, and he shook his head, "No, those are the candle. Dragon's blood, from what I know, they shouldn't contain any real blood." Either that or she was bleeding somewhere that he could not smell. He loved blood, and when the aroma filled his mind, it was then end, he could not control himself. He discovered this weakness when he was losing his purity to Jekaterina, but the poor soul would be forever dead now because of Hades. She liked him, perhaps even loved him, and the moment he wanted her to go all the way, she jumped at it, not knowing that she would have lost her life. Hades had stabbed more, in the heart, and he just continued on. Then he got rid of her body and decided not even to tell anyone where she might have vanished off to. Why? Hades lied to everyone saying that she just had a thing for him, and he did not know what had become of her. No one had seen him with her, and it was a good thing he covered up his tracks and left her body to rot around a volcanic wasteland. At least from there, no one would be able to recognize what was left of her. Hades liked remembering such an occasion, because it was something else. Hades wanted to continue on being what he was, a sadistic man that no one would ever expect could do what he did. Hades thought for a moment and he shook his head, "It is rare for a queen to remove everyone off of the playing field before being taken out herself. Also, very rare for a pawn to make it across the board as well." Hades pointed out, and sure, he was not a professional in chess, but he knew what he was talking about when it come to things like this, at least, for the most part. Hades figured that Etoile would never know where this was, and never be able to leave without his aid. It was charmed, and it was a good place to keep someone. Hades' mind started to think, and that smirk of his curled along his lips and the Death Eater's mind went on thinking. He could keep her here, as long as he pleased.

Hades would not have thought that Etoile and Danielle would have never met, but then again he did not know how that family worked at all, and unless he was going to be directly involved, then he would have figured out what exactly Etoile was speaking about. Hades pointed out, "She would matter, I could have sworn that she is the Head of the Lefevre Family." That was all Hades knew for the time people. The disguise was out and he was almost wondering why that was. He was just curious and doubted that it was something that would affect him. With a snap of her hand, her blue contacts were gone and they were a silvery green color, and he smirked even deviously. Then it was revealed, and Hades wondered why she never thought of the polyjuice potion and blamed it on another for some rather dark and humorous fun. Hades did not suggest this rather, when a dagger was pulled upon him. Hades was not expecting this, but he did not flinch. He held his ground. Hades smirked even more and he wondered just how things would pan out for them. The blade, he could feel poking his white flesh, and he smirked, "Oh, who have I to tell when I too am a murderer. However, before you make a threat like that..." Hades used one of his hands to hold the dagger and he smirked even more. The touch was something else. Hades allowed the dagger to softly slide across the white flesh, blood showing from the wound. "Make you sure cut a little to install fear." But it was not going to work for Hades though, because he had been in much tighter and worse situations. Hades also knew that sometimes, messing with a fellow his size was not the smartest thing to do in in any book. Hades used his sheer strength to turn Etoile from the wall and put her on the ground, and his knee on the ground and holding his stance. He pulled out a dagger of his own, ignoring the bleeding wound on the side of his neck. The blood dripped onto his coat, soaking into it.

Sliding the dagger under her dress, and with a powerful yank, he ripped it clean in two. It was a good thing she was wearing undergarments or else he may not be able to control himself, due to the fact that he could smell his own blood right now, and he was being threatened by an entity that was so much like himself. His hand that held her down left her neck, lightly traced down her arm before he pulled it from her body. Hades held his own dagger to her heart, and he purred, "You see, in this position, I could dissect you and allow you to watch as I have my fun with your internal structure. However, you may like that if I were to make a little slice." Hades wondered if he was holding the dagger to her skin a little too roughly. He didn't know nor did he care if she did get a little harmed in this. She pulled a dagger on him, and he was just repaying her. "You don't know this, but this safe-house was once covered in my own blood, from my hands when I went insane. I'm back to normal now, so to speak, however, I wonder if I should even let you leave here. You are quite fun to play with." Hades was forcing himself not to look at her now revealed body, but she wasn't even half naked yet, so he figured that he should be fine. Some people had self control, however Hades was one person that truly had no control over what he did when he was in the mood for dark pleasure.

 

[Etoile Lefevre]

So it was just Dragon's Blood that she was smelling right now? Either way it still bothered her because she could smell it almost as well as she could smell a human being's blood. To admit it honestly there was another scent she enjoyed even more, and that was spiced vanilla. She remembered always smelling it as a small child so the pleasant smell of it had always stuck with her in a way. "Dragon's Blood scented Candles? Interesting." Etoile commented as she inhaled once more. The scent running through her system before she allowed another shudder of delight and forced control come to her. It wasn't supposed to be this. Etoile knew better than to let herself remain her with anyone, their meeting together would only last until she grew tired of him, and then she would leave. Having people in her life just made things complicated for everyone. So seclusion was best. Seclusion from people, from family, and from the world. It sounded cold and lonely but that didn't bother her in the slightest. Hades' comment made her eyes darken for a moment before she smiled cruelly and let her hand clench at her side. "Sometimes it's just easier to be alone, every queen knows that." The last part was a lie on her part. Queens liked to have many kingdoms with many people. They also liked to have huge armies and people to wait on them as slaves, a real Queen was never truly alone. But in Etoile's mind, a queen should be alone because it would save her the drama of trying to lead people she couldn't care less about. In her mind when she became Head of the Lefevre's she was going to make Danielle proud but at a much stricter rule. There were just some things she thought that didn't need to be the way they were. Only now she had to get the attention she needed. It would probably require her to do something drastic to catch Miss Danielle's attention. Or a certain someone to do it all for her.

"For now she doesn't matter, in the future she may someday. I need to be careful before I even attempt to start requesting for the Head Position." Etoile stated as she adjusted her dress and removed the heels she had been wearing to set them off on the floor wherever they landed. The cold floor reminded her of where she was and her pale feet glowed along with the rest of her body in the dim lit room. One of the candles went out that was closest to her, making the room just a little bit darker on them. Her eyes were bright like a cats though. Pretty soon if the candles kept going out it would be pitch black inside. And Etoile would be encased in utter darkness with some stranger and the scent of blood. Horror movie cliche much? Her position up against the wall didn't make the cliche any less of a nightmare fantasy either. In the part of the movie this is where the killer would either kill his victim or let the victim go. But in Etoile's fantasy this was going all according to the way she wanted it. When Hades allowed the dagger to slide across his skin and cut into it, ruby colored liquid pooled from the wound. Her eyes started to the blood like a bee was attracted to the pollen of a flower. She wanted the blood. His words even fell on deaf ears as she watched it. Etoile had to force control back onto her side before she was slammed to the ground and pinned to the floor. "Oh, so you wanna play rough now?" Etoile teased as she regained her breath. The blood was now bleeding onto his jacket as well as dripping on onto her favorite dress. The dress itself didn't last much longer before he cut it open in two. His arm traced hers before he pointed a dagger at her heart and his threat made her raise an eyebrow before she signed and wriggled so that she was able to move a little better.

"That was my favorite dress. But a cut will not bother me, after all, blood is something I enjoy to much to really mind it as much as others do." Etoile purred as she leaned up and approached Hades steadily. Before much else could even be said she leaned in to were his neck bled and breathed out softly. F*ck self-control. Her eyes drifted up to meet with his before she leaned in further and her lips met the wound that her dagger had caused on his snow pale skin. Her soft lips greedily licked and sucked up the warm blood on his neck as well as her fingers gathering the blood that had fallen on his coat. When the blood that had been drawn by the blade was all licked up she removed her lips and gave him a cold stare, before she stood herself up and popped the blood covered finger into her mouth. Her dagger was still in her hand but she set it aside for a moments as she attempted to fix the tear in her dress. The taste of blood was still in her mouth and some still tainted her perfect dark lips. At least she had her dose, maybe she could control herself better now. "I'd like to leave now." Using a spell with her wand she fix the dear and adjusted it. Her silvery green eyes drifted to Hades and her dark hair that had fallen from bring pinned up framed her face his wound was still bleeding a little since she had only done away with the blood that first poured out. Etoile gulped and refocused on leaving. If she wanted she could do so much more. But she wouldn't allow it.

 

[Hades Styx]

If only one would have known that the only way out of this place was by hunting through the bedroom, under the bed fit for a king of evil, was a trap door, and it led off a mile underground to Hades' own home. Why else did Hades find this place so welcoming? It was his own, so to speak. His house was not built by him, but by ancestors for hiding out. Hades was not the first to live in the house, and he was not going to be the last. This was the only hideout that was directly intact with another house, one that was not so secret as much as it was in location. Hades lived here, because he knew that there was something going to happen the make sure that he would need to hide out more often. The Death Eater knew every exit maneuver one would ever think of. Hades would need quick getaways, and this was one of them. He liked coming here, and he loved just bathing in the darkness that it held, as well as the bitter cold. It was safe, as long as one would not find it. Hades continued to stare down at Etoile's form, and wondered how powerful she felt now. She did not know where she was for the most part, and she did not know how guarded this place was truly was. Hades smirked lightly, and he muttered the spell of anti-apparation. Until he lifted it, he would not even be able to apparate out of here, but perhaps she would figure that out. Hades knew that she wanted power, and Hades figured that he would not be giving her that at all. No one gave him power, but he took it from others. Hades had long since labeled himself as free, and he was not about to settle down with anyone or anything yet. He was still on the hunt, for something perfect, and he would not stop until he found it. He knew the number of children he wanted to spawn, and that was thirteen. Whether or not they all would live, that was another story. Hades figured that the twins that Hollace produced would not have too long to live.

Onyx eyes flashed to the heels of Etoile, and he narrowed his eyes. Something that he would never figure out were heels, and why women loved to wear them. Slowly rising to his feet, breathing out and having maintained self control was something that was not a strength of his, but he was working on it. However, the moment Etoile mentioned that she enjoyed blood as much as perhaps himself, something he never expect happened to him. The woman repaired her dress, put it back on, and then clinched him, and started doing something that he just did not fight to. What had he stepped into when he had deliberately made her cut his neck? He could feel every cell, it seemed like. He closed his eyes and he did not know really to react to it. Hades backed up into the wall, and he did not shove her away. This had to be probably one of the sexiest things anyone has ever done to him. When he was with someone, normally he did this, but it had never happened to him. He had been bitten, but that was about it. Hades was finally able to breathe when Etoile detached herself from his neck, and he had to say, some people in this world were pretty messed up. Hades thought that he was perhaps one that was not quite right, and that he was alone out in the world, but now all of those assumptions were wrong. She said that she wanted to leave, but those words meant nothing to Hades. Slowly, his eyes opened and they were changed just a bit. They seemed even more sinister. His hand not holding his own dagger went to his neck and he wiped what blood he had bled after she finished off most of it, and the wound was slowly healing, and the bleeding ceased. "You don't know what you have just done, Princess." Hades' lips that were not frowning or smiling changed, as a demon smirk replaced it.

Hades glanced around the room, and with a wave of his hand, the candles' flames were all out, and Hades wondered just how much darkness she was willing to take. His eyes slowly adjusted but all he needed was a form. Once he could actually see Etoile's shape, his hand clinched the dress, and though he was not planning on ripping it apart, this time, he just pulled her even closer than before. "Blood to blood, control is no longer a factor, and you don't know what you have just done. Unless you can find a way out, you won't be leaving because apparation has been prohibited." Hades was a lot more forceful now, because soon enough, he had the little Lefevre up against the wall and he just prayed that she would survive this. It was rather fun for him, and he was not going to even let morals come into play. Morals were what held Hades back, and bound him somewhat, but now they were out the window. Hades was a Death Eater, and he would take what he wanted. Hades dropped his dagger to the floor because he would not be needing it. He was strong, muscular, and he was not going to need a dagger for what he was going to be doing. Hades had Etoile by the neck, but he wasn't going to choke her to death. Hades instead hissed, "Whatever it is you want, whether it be freedom or power, lies within my hands now." The Death Eater glanced over to the side, before he dropped his grip upon her neck, but not with her dress. Control was lost, and he was not going to let her go, for anything. Ever since she ingested his blood, that was the end, and he was never going to let her out of his life, in one way or another - she was his.

 

[Etoile Lefevre]

Etoile has no words to say and no thought to react by at all when all the candles went out and she was encased in utter darkness. Hades had dimmed the candles himself so he obviously wanted it dark inside the room for a reason. Her eyes shifted to the left and right of her as she tried to get a sense of where she was exactly, and where Hades was at within the room right now. It was similar to a game of cat and mouse. Etoile had become increasingly aware of the fact that she was pretty much the mouse in the situation. Her body tensed up. She couldn't see or hear Hades anywhere and the look in his eyes before the candles had gone out was alluring. She felt something grasp a hold of her dress and she whipped her gaze and her wand out in the direction. This man wasn't going to get the best of her and she certainly did not want him to be the one thing that ended her. He ended up pulling her closer to him and Etoile's gaze hardened. There wasn't much for her to glare at but she wanted to keep her anger high and proud just in case she needed to fight Hades for all of this. "Don't call me princess! You will let me go one way or another or I swear to god I will go through with my earlier threat. No one will ever find your mangled body when I'm finished with you!" Curses and words of fury left the French woman's mouth as she struggled against Hades, his cool touch and smell of blood still alarming her system and making her desire him. He was bring forceful with her and she found that incredibly hot in a way. Even if the fact that her free will was taken away with him telling her that unless she could find a way out she was stuck here. There was no way for her to Apparate and from what she had seen there was no doors either. Control was definitely no longer a factor because there may have been the desire to get away, but there was also the desire to have more of him. Her wand was still in her hand, but with her free hand she dug her nails into his side. Anything to inflict pain onto him and stop him from changing her life.

Then Hades had her up against the wall. Her back met the cool wall and she bit out a groan of shock, this was moving very fast to her. She didn't expect him to get so riled up when she drank his blood. In fact she half expected him to be disgusted, but he seemed very kept on the idea of her staying here. His dagger was dropped to the floor and his hand was around her neck. There was a strong sense of lust on his body though, so she wasn't fearful of him trying to strangle her to death. Sharp nails gripped at his arm that held onto her neck and she began to struggle to and fight in any way possible. "Nothing about my life will lie in your hands. Not now not ever, I demand you release me!" He released her throat just in time for her to breath out and let her hand fall onto his chest as she regained her breath and her energy from fighting him. She was still being pinned by the time she regained her energy and everything and managed to re-grip the wand she was holding. The hand that was on his chest moved as she raised her wand and cast Sectumsempra at Hades. Her aim wasn't the best in the situation she was in so the spell only hit his shoulder, but she figured that was enough to get her an edge. Etoile dropped her wand onto the floor and pushed against Hades, ignoring her want for him and looking forward to her freedom. Her hands felt the blood from his shoulder seep onto her arm.

 

[Hades Styx]

With a smirk, and a purr of his voice, he replied, "Oh that threat is empty in my territory, and now without that blonde hair, you seem to be a different woman now, not suitable for Princess. Perhaps cupcake or sweetheart." Hades was just being a jerk now but he was having fun and he was not going stop there either. He was going to continue to have fun with Etoile, and by the time he was finished with her, she would be a completely different person. Her body was tensed up, and he had a feeling that maybe she was rather afraid that he might kill her. No, no, he would not kill her, but treat her more like a toy, like a tiger playing with a gazelle. Hades could hear the venom seeping from her mouth, and he wanted so much to just silence her now and let him continue on with trying to gain control of himself before he ended up doing something he regretted but the more she fought against him, the tighter and more constricting the hold became. He could feel her nails in his side, but his trench coat absorbed most of the feeling, so he could not feel it as much as he would have with just a tee shirt on. Hades might be able to see someone in this darkness, and he could see that there was something in her, something in her that desired him. He had seen it many times in his life so of course he had to debate, how much of himself was he willing to give? Hades was debating this, while everything was happening, and it was just so fast. Perhaps she was not expecting that he would become like this when someone dared to drink his blood like a vampire she had.

Hades inhaled the scents that swarmed in this room. The soft smell of the wicks from the candles, as well as blood from his own body. It was accelerating. Perhaps Hades would have felt the nails, but he did somewhat feel a lot of pressure. She did not know how thick and guarded his coat was upon his body, how heavy it was holding multiple weapons in it, smuggling and hiding, never knowing what will be used next. Hades purred, "Stop fighting it. I say, it is about time...for your struggles to end." Her struggling was just going to waste her precious energy, and Hades was almost determined to make her stop fighting, but he did not know how. It seemed like she did not like the thought of her freedom now out the window, because of him. One move would change her life, and if she had never followed him, if she had never taken in her blood, then all of this could have been avoided. However, there was something else, a curse cast. Sectumsempra. It sliced through his coat, his shirt and his flesh. The wound itself was not too deep, or serious, but it was still fresh, and blood coursed down into his chest and arm. It soaked into his clothing, but the pain just drove him further. His onyx eyes flickered over to his coat and he murmured, "This trench coat happens to be my favorite one..." With magic, later, it should be repaired, but that was not going to stop with what he was going to be doing. With a flick of his wrist, he had Etoile down onto the floor, and he pulled out another dagger of his, before he knelt over her. "Let's have some fun, shall we?"

Into the next Evening...

Onyx eyes opened, and Hades winced slightly in pain as he sat up on the cold floor, with Etoile laying as well, on the floor in the safehouse. Their own blood smeared onto the floor, and he felt amazingly weak. Hades glanced down over his body, and he could see that there were small wounds, here and there, in the healing process. Daggers lay around them, and Hades knew what had happened. He had lost control of his inner being, and he began to breath somewhat normally. Losing much blood had drained his energy. Hades reached into his pants pocket because he had no idea where the trench coat and his shirt lay right now. Hades summoned his main wand to him and he waved it at the door. Once it opened, light flooded the room, as candle flame glow illuminated the room and allowed the Death Eater to truly see what has become of him. Light red smears covered his body as well as the floor, and he was shirtless. Hades pulled out a vial of blood replenishing potion, and he had a few bottles of it just in case he were to end up in any real danger. He drained the vial and he could feel himself, just feeling a little more energetic and his headache slipping away into the distance. It was something else, to live like he did, and it was something else to have as much fun as he had last night but one person could only handle so much at a time. Hades slowly rose to his feet, and he glanced down at his jeans. Forever would they be soaked due to the battle of the previous night.

Hades was about to walk deeper into the safehouse, and get himself cleaned up before he glanced down at Etoile, and he knew that she was not dead. He could have killed her, but he was more or less shocked at what he discovered about her. How could someone like that still have innocence left within that dark body? Regardless, it was no more from the moment she had met him. Her life may have changed forever, a gift he had when every female that come across his path. Whether he toyed with them or took their innocence away or a combination of both, he changed them. Hades let out a soft sigh and he went back into the room, and he lifted Etoile's form into his arms, feeling her clod flesh against his own. He walked out of the room, carrying her until he reached the bedroom of the safehouse, and he lay her down onto the bed, and covered her to gain some body heat into her body once more, because without heat in here right now due to the candles being out, there was nothing to warm certain rooms of the house. Hades stared over her form for a moment, before he moved out of the bedroom to the shower. After washing off all of the results from the previous night, his white body now was clean of any blood. Breathing, he got dressed once more in a fresh pair of jeans, as well as boots. He stared into the mirror for a few moments. What had become of the previous night? Hades had a new 'friend' perhaps, but there was something else.

His eyes went down to the Dark Mark on his arm, and he exited the bathroom before he stood in the doorway, awaiting for the moment that Etoile would wake up. The moment she did, he would hand her a potion to replenish what was lost. She seemed so innocent, asleep but he knew so much different. Hades crossed the room and he sat down at the edge of the bed. Hades was not at his own house, or else he would have bound her, chained her down but he did not have anything here for the time being. He would not be leaving anytime soon, as he was soon to pick up his children tomorrow afternoon and take them back home, and he had time to spare. So, he did not want to leave, Hades would just have to keep himself entertained for the time being. She should get comfortable here, just for now. One more day with Hades, it should not kill her.

 

[Etoile Lefevre]

Etoile's silvery green eyes cracked open slightly, but the dark haired woman remained motionless. She immediately noted that this didn't feel like the bed she was used to waking up in. Her eyes peered about the area slowly as she began to register that this wasn't her home. 'W-where am I? What happened to me?' Her sense of last nights happenings were a bit fuzzy because of the weakness and tiredness she was feeling within her body and her mind right now. Her body felt as if it had been run over by an angry dragon or Hippogriff, even her head felt like it was in immense pain. Finally Etoile decided that she wasn't going to remain lying there wondering why she was in pain and slowly adjusted her body a little. Her pale hand lifted the covers and she raised an eyebrow at the scars and cuts that appeared on her skin, that definitely explained the pain she was going through. Her hand reached out and traced one of the bruises most evident on her leg and she sighed, she hadn't been this banged up since she had gotten into that fight with a previous friend that she had murdered. He put up a good fight. Despite her winning in the end he forced her to rest for a few days so her injuries and sore body could heal, this was similar to that moment in a way. Only last night there wasn't a death and she seemingly felt so much worse than she did last time. Although her body ached with pain she found that her mind was still able function enough to finally allow herself a full peak around the room. And finally a good look at the man sitting on the bed beside her. Still laying back she let the covers fall back down as silvery green eyed none other than Hades. The man that had brought her to this safe-house last night. 'Ah I'm still in the safe house.' Etoile forced herself up to a sitting position and hissed when those nasty battle wounds from last night decided to sting and burn at her movements. Now the memories were flooding back to her like a waterfall. How they had met, how he brought her here, her drinking his blood, being pinned, and then the aftermath of it all.

"Feel like letting me go now?" Etoile asked Hades with a soft glare, she didn't have the energy to threaten him too harshly right now. Her things were back in the main room that they had attacked one another in. There was no way she could strike him with a dagger or a wand now. Now that he had his way and she was remaining there for nothing more than his amusement it seems, she felt that he should let her go. Show her the way out at least and she would go quietly. He would never have to worry or hear from her again. Her legs shifted so that they were dangling out of bed. The air out of the covers was bitter and cold. Had Hades brought her here from the floor last night? That's where she remembered them ending up. All bloody, sweaty, and satisfied on the floor inside the safe-house. Etoile was too warm then to care how cold it was in there, now she had to admit she missed the warm covers. Her inner demons were silent for the time being. Last nights 'battle' had kept that contained for the time being. "Listen Hades," She started. "Let me get my things and if you show me how to get out I'll never bother you again. I have other things I need to do so...I can't stay here." Was he even going to listen to her? Or did it not matter what she needed or what she thought. He statement from the previous night about everything of her's being in his hands from then on made her wonder. Did that mean that she was going to have to seek to him for everything. There was no possibly way he could bring her everything. She wouldn't allow him to. Once she got free she was gone and that was the last of that. Etoile had met her boogie man, and it was a mistake to have ever followed him.

One of the cuts on her leg that must have been caused by a nail or the tip of a dagger reopened and started to bleed profusely. These were all going to possibly get infected if she didn't treat them. Both her and Hades may have lost a good half-gallon of blood. There was a lot of stabbing, she remembered that much. Her eyes shifted to Hades once more once she stopped staring at the open wound, she was too tired to clean it up for now. He looked clean so she could figure that he had showered or something. "What do I have to say or give you, to let me leave here?" What could she offer to Hades to let her go, would she have to kill him? Maybe she could just pay him a fortune and that would be the end of it. He had already done something that no other man had or will ever be able to do to her, was that what he desired. Etoile's voice was cold and eyes light in color. Perhaps she should lay back down. She wasn't feeling so well. Laying her back onto the bed again her legs still dangled off to the side and she refused to look at Hades.

 

[Hades Styx]

The Death Eater had pulled out a book and Hades had been reading for a little while, and he could feel her glaring at him. He did not care. Let her glare, because he was not going to change his mind. Once she asked to be let go, he shook his head. "Nah, I'll keep you here for another day. You are quite fun." He opened his pale hand and he tossed over the potion that would replenish her blood. "You might to drink that, or else you won't last too long." Hades figured that he would have to force it down her throat, because he could have some fun with that. Showing that he is powerful, and able to make people do things, it just gives him a warm feeling. But it wasn't really that bad. Hades continued to read a little more, and flip the page and continued on. What he should be reading is about Hogwarts. Hades was sending his oldest children there, and he was wondering how that school was run. He knew that they did not teach the Dark Arts and that highly disappointed him. Now Etoile was trying to compromise with him. Hades chuckled a bit and he said, "You don't think I am stupid, do you? Or born yesterday? If I showed you the way out, then you would defeat the purpose of me keeping you here for another day; which will not kill you." Hades shrugged lightly and went back to reading. Hades was wondering if she would ever find the trapdoor that would lead to her freedom, and he found it rather humorous that it was right underneath her. Bet she was regretting meeting the Boogie Man now.

The smell of blood filled the air and Hades glanced over at Etoile. She was bleeding again, and she needed healing. Rolling his eyes, he set the book down on the bed, and he flourished his wand. He forced the covers back, just exposing what was needed. He murmured the healing spells, and within an instant, her body was completely healed, as if there were no traces of what he had done. Though she refused to look at him, he did not mind. She wanted to know him, she wanted to meet him, and now she was too intertwined with his life that she just could never leave. After being followed around for many days, weeks, months even, Hades knew that it may come down to this. He would end up claiming her, marking her as his. Hades opened his book back up and he continued to read some more. He was exposed, his chest and arms, one would have never been able to see just how built he was. He normally did not even use a wand to overpower his opponents, but he had something else; physical power. He muttered, "Twenty-four hours is all it takes. After that, I will let you leave, and you won't have to worry about your precious back any longer." Perhaps he was telling the truth, perhaps he was lying to her. "However, there is a trapdoor around here, hidden, so if you can find it, you can use it to leave and I won't stop you. Otherwise, we could chat and get to know each other a little more." Hades glanced over at her and smirked lightly. It was not called kidnapping when he told her the only way to escape. He would not stop her either. It was not his fault that she could not find it to leave.

 

[Etoile Lefevre]

Etoile has to resist the urge to raise up her hand and smack the living breath out of Hades for the way he was treating her right now, did he think this was funny or something? Keeping her here with him was only going to make Etoile hate him more than she already did. The interest that she had for him was replaced with burning anger and disgust. The attraction she felt she could only guess was based of off the fact that he was just as insane as she was deep inside, but attraction could never substitute the hate she was also feeling. When a bottle was tossed onto the bed she peered at it closely with her silvery green eyes. Once she saw it was a blood replenishing Potion all she could do was scoff before she knocked the bottle away with her hand. Etoile would rather bleed to death then remain in his presence for another day. The vial landed on the floor and it was quite surprising that it didn't break when she hit it. "F*ck you. I'd rather bleed to death than stay in your presence for another day, you disgust me. You will not keep me here!" Etoile exclaimed as she start to curse to herself in French. Her anger grew even more as he kept reading too and didn't show her the way out. However he must have noticed that she was bleeding because she saw him glance over at her, he could probably smell the blood just as she had. Her eyes narrowed as he rolled his and flourished his wand. She could only wonder what he was up to. When he forced the covers back, exposing her once again she allowed her eyes to widen. What the hell did he think he was doing. Healing spells were murmured and before she knew it he had healed the wound that was bleeding so profusely. There went the thought of dying to get away from this pain in the side. "Don't touch me!" Etoile hissed as she pulled the covers back once more and glowered at him. Now her wounds were healed and she no longer smelled the scent of fresh blood. However she still felt week and tired from the loss of so much blood last night. It didn't matter to her though. After a moment she finally threw the covers off of her and stood up, she extended her arm and summoned her dress to her. The moment the sparkling black fabric met her hand she slipped it on over her thin frame and made sure it covered her properly. Then she turned her body to face Hades before she scoffed once more and headed back to the main room that he had originally brought her to last night.

"I don't want to get to know you at all, I'm going to find that door." Her voice held venom in it as she spoke to him. Soon she was back in the room and although it was dark she could vaguely make out her wand laying on the floor. Etoile picked it back up and brushed some excess blood off of it. Then she used Lumos to light the room up a little. Within the room now she could see where her shoes, undergarments, and even her dagger. She finished dressing herself before she collecting her dagger and slipped it way for the time being as well as her wand. Now she just needed to find the location of that stupid door. Heels clicking with every step, Etoile peered underneath objects in the room, pulled back tables, even tried looking for suspicious spots on the wall and bookcases. However there was nothing. Soon Etoile found herself back in the bedroom where Hades was and she cracked her eyes in his direction. She really wished he would put a shirt on. Last night shouldn't have happened because her innocence was far too valuable for someone like him to take away.

After a few more minute's of searching Etoile glanced at the bed curiously. She doubted the door was there but what if it was? Her small frame headed closer to it before she shook her head and retrieved the dagger from her dress. There was no way it could be under the bed so she was back to threatening him. It gleamed in the light and for a moment Etoile wondered if this was pointless. "Maybe I should just kill you now, I'd be stuck in here sure, but at least I would be rid of you. Now tell me where the door is!" Etoile hissed, her eyes burning with hatred as she approach Hades stealthily. It was Like a lion would hunt it's prey. Twenty-four hours wouldn't do well with her. She didn't want to be here anymore. It just wouldn't do to be here. He had no reason to be here, wasn't he married too or something? Well Etoile gathered that because she always saw him going home to someone. Unless she was once in the same position Etoile was. Now she was just disgusted. Throwing her dagger on the bed in fury, Etoile let her body collapse into a sitting position on the ground, her bed resting against the bed. "Just let me go."

 

[Hades Styx]

"Suit yourself," shrugged the Death Eater and he smirked a bit when she even said for him not to touch her. A bit too late for that is it not? thought Hades with a devious smirk upon those handsome lips. He figured that she would never be able to find that trapdoor because it was under the bed and not in any other room. Hades was not the soul that was keeping her here, it was her lack of will to really find it. He knew that if someone really, truly wanted to leave a place, they would have known to look through every bookcase, every bed, and every room. This place may not have a lot of rooms, so it should have been easier for her to find and seek out. Hades flipped to the next page of the book, and he continued to read, when he tried to think of what the date was in his mind. He knew that there was something important he had to do today, and he could not figure out what it was for the life of him. It wasn't just something either. Hades continued to read the book, hoping that it would come to mind eventually. His onyx eyes occasionally glanced up to keep an eye on Etoile and make sure that she did not blow anything up, or else this place may cave in. It was strong, but it was not that strong. Just magically guarded for safe hideouts. Hades loved coming here, and that was no secret. Hades glanced back down over to his book and he smirked a bit, knowing that he did not disgust Etoile. Even if he did, he did not care, because after what they had done, no one could say that and not mean it. Thus, i counted as a waste of breath to the Death Eater. Hades flicked his pages once more as he continued to read through everything and make sure that he was not missing a word. Hades sat in silence, and he continued on, vaguely wondering if Etoile would ever find what she was searching for. He doubted it however. Hades sure was a cocky bastard right now, because he did not even have to do anything this time to torture someone. Just let them run around like a lost puppy looking for an owner. It was their own self-destruction and it was beautiful, like a painting.

His eyes went up for a moment, and he glanced up to see that Etoile was still looking, and he rolled his eyes. He continued to read and he was almost finished with this book. How ancient writings can truly touch someone, well, it would touch him if he had any sort of empathy or humanity, but he had lost that long ago. He heard her threaten him about killing him, and then she would be stuck here but she would not care. Hades responded, without even looking at her, "You honestly think that I will fall to a threat like that? I am your way out, and killing me ensures that you lose your freedom. Thus, you will be helpless and your skeleton will lay in here forever. I am sure that you don't want that." Hades smirked slightly, before he fell into silence once more, and he finished his book, and looking at the front, he remembered his school years. And that was when it hit him. School. He had to take Hades and Kaia down to the trains and let them go to school. That would not have to happen for another six hours, but it would take him an hour just to get to his home where they were at. Hades glanced down at Etoile's defeated form before he set the book down and he pointed out, "I am not holding you here. You just failed to see how close to freedom you are, and your will is not strong enough to find it." Hades rose to his feet and he got into the drawer where he kept a few shirts here, all the color of ebony. He slipped one on, covering his large tattoo on his back. He also summoned his trench coat and he glanced down at Etoile. Innocent or not, she appeared like a common wh*re. Suppose I was wrong, thought Hades with a smirk. Regardless, he sat back down on the bed, and he knew that sitting here for four hours would be rather boring to say. He could get this place cleaned up. He might in an hour, maybe. Hades informed, "Today is your lucky day. It appeared we have to leave in four hours, or else I will miss my deadline." Hades glanced up and he stared at the wall for a moment. He leaned back against the pillows, and he did not care about anything right now. Many thoughts flooded his mind however. He closed his eyes and allowed the darkness to let him think even deeper. Four hours should slide on by. And then he would be leading her down the door, into his home, where she would run and he would get his children. But that, friends, is not the end...