Hello

[Valkyrie Finch]

hello, is it me you're looking for?

'cause i wonder where you are

valkyrie sighed, looking at her daughter. she had never met such an
aggravating person, it was terribly embarrassing that she had been t
he one to bring her into the world. if it wasn't for her house elf, valkyr
ie likely would have killed vera already. it still irked valkyrie that the
girl's father was still living, but he had many connections in the gover
nment and she wished to stay out of azkaban. this was why valkyrie zi
mmerman put up with vera and her youthfulness and innocence that
she had deep seeded anger for and why she also spoke harshly to her da
ughter at the request to go into the toy store they passed, "get a job and
pay for it yourself, vera." a smirk touched the young woman's red-stain
ed lips. vera had quickly learned that once her mother had said someth
ing like that, she could not make any complaints or arguments to her, i
t would only be bad for her, because even if vera did not understand it f
ully, she knew that her mother was harboring a dark soul, a soul that s
he feared just as many others have before. this knowledge pleased valky
rie in a way that nothing else could compare, she felt powerful.

underneath the delicate wisps of lavender smelling, russet hair and corn
flower blue orbs, there was a dark woman. this woman looked as if she co
uld rightfully bare the name 'valkyrie', she had dark features and an ev
en darker soul that matched the soft-looking one. although the dark and
soft juxtaposition was there, valkyrie brought it together quite perfectly.
she only hoped that one day, if her daughter made it that far, she would
be able to do the same and for once make her proud by becoming what sh
e was training the child to become. today, however, valkyrie was not doi
ng anything to teach vera, instead she intended on meeting up with a fell
ow death eater. marcus finch and valkyrie had become comrades quite eas
ily, their ideals were the same and marcus always made such interesting c
ompany for the young woman.

the meeting place for the two death eaters was not at any head quarters un
der julian faulkner's big-brother-like watchful eye, nor was it in either of th
eir private homesteads, actually it was in quite the public place in the mugg
le portion of sydney, australia. although it was quite disturbing for either to
be near muggles without taking out their wands and brutalizing any of them,
it was easy for them to be out and talk of politics and other plottings without b
eing turned into the ministry. muggles were idiots after all. "mother, why do t
hese people not know what magic is?" valkyrie looked down at her daughter, w
hat a fool, she thought before answering icily, but not fully to vera. instead the
hard-tongued answer was mostly to muggles. "muggles are lesser beings than o
urselves, vera. they are not granted the ability to understand what we do. they
are like house elves, except worse." valkyrie watched out of the corner of her blu
e-orbs as the child's head nodded as she processed this new information.

as valkyrie and vera arrived outside the restaurant, she wished that she had left
vera with valentina, the only one of her sisters that enjoyed the company of chil
dren and had a partner that she would allow to have her own with. but it was too
late for such actions, so she waited for marcus outside the cafe, only turning to he
r daughter to straighten the girl's dress and give her simple instructions, "you wil
l not spill anything on your dress, vera. you will also not speak a word unless you
are spoken to and if i grant you permission to." val watched as vera suppressed a f
rown before she stood back up to her full height of five foot, nine inches and flatten
ed her own clothes. as valkyrie did so, her forearm caught her gaze and it was com
pletely bare of the dark mark. magic was certainly a useful tool, for she would hav
e had to use make up to hide the mark that was embedded into all of her living fam
ily member's skin, excluding vera due to her youth.

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[Marcus Finch]

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I'M AN ASSASSIN AND I HAD A JOB TO DO

little did I know that girl was an assassin too​

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The heart of the city of Sydney was a dirty, atrocious place, or so Marcus Emmerson
Finch thought as his heavy footfalls smoothly avoided any contact, through skin or sole
with the wads of chewing gum that had been plastered over years to the footpath, and
the cigarette butts that littered the gutters. Not that the pureblooded man knew what
these things were, only that they belonged to the real vermin of the city. The muggles.
They passed in couples, groups, entire buses full of them, until the stench was almost
unbearable. Finch had a nose for these impurities and by scowling down it at them, the
greying man felt as if he was efficiently killing two birds with one stone. However when
push came to shove and his priorities fell in to realignment with the sharp rounding of a
corner, Marcus quickly realised that they weren’t worth it, nor was any other individual
that chose to associate with them. Especially when their blood had been as pure as
his, especially his own two children. Not that they were children anymore, they were
adults who couldn’t be trusted to make the right decisions. He had thought at least that
when Izaak had killed that Richarde brat of his by running his vehicle in to a tree, that
he would see the wrong of his ways but no such luck. To hell with his son though, to
hell with his daughter, he didn’t want to see their blood traitor faces again in his life.
The face of a certain Valkyrie Zimmerman however seemed much more enticing.

Despite the reversal of seasons in Australia and that oddly enough, the new year didn’t
bring in the cold, Marcus was still wearing the black obsidian coat he had donned over
in the Americas and found himself smoothing down its front as the restaurants block
was steadily approached by his feet. Opinions had always mattered and despite the
lies that people weaved to make them feel better about themselves, opinions always
would matter. But for some reason that had defied him usually so sharp mind, Marcus
Finch was unable to deduce why it mattered more with Valkyrie. Yes she had been an
ally and quite a driven one at that but was that really reason enough? The thought was
swatted like a pest from his head as he sighted her with those biting blue eyes, just a
little way down the path. The smooth confidence in his gait as he strode towards her
cemented the fact that just about everyone should know so well by now, Marcus Finch
was absolutely not a force to be reckoned with. And yet the closer he drew to Valkyrie
and the restaurant they had agreed to meet at, the harder and more irritated his strong
features grew. Was that a child at her side? And more importantly, was it hers?

A signature smirk filled across his lips but there was a new twitch in the very corner of
his mouth as if he were fighting not to scowl at what might very well be Valkyrie’s little
bastard child. The young girl certainly resembled his comrade. Of all the people in the
world, Marcus never would have picked Valkyrie Zimmerman to be one to bear a child
out of marriage, he would have thought her to have a little more decency than that and
now she was no better than his own children. <COLOR color="#000">“Valkyrie,” Came his voice; deep, velvety
and ponderous, only hinting that this wasn’t just an acknowledgement of her presence.
“You didn’t tell me this was a family occasion. I’d have brought along my precious son
and daughter if I’d have known.” The adjective fermented in his mouth and twisted his
face into sourness. Marcus rarely ever brought Izaak and Leah into conversation, quite
frankly because he was deeply ashamed of them, but this was his way of implying that
she should be outright shamed herself. One didn’t get to choose who their family was
but that didn’t mean they couldn’t do anything about it.

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[Valkyrie Finch]

hello, is it me you're looking for?

'cause i wonder where you are

looking at the salt and pepper features of marcus finch, valkyrie kne
w she should be shamed by vera, and she was. upon first hearing the
older man speak her name, she also knew that he was disturbed by th
e new knowledge that she had an illegitimate six-year-old daughter.
however, valkyrie agreed with him, both of their children were sham
eful, her's because the way in which she had birthed her and his for how
they had birthed his grandchildren, it was known that his son impregna
ted the former president of magic's daughter, before being wed to her. luc
kily for marcus, both had died. valkyrie had not been that fortunate with
vera or avery. "it was too late to pawn her off on someone," she responded,
with bite on her icy tongue. valkyrie hated that she appeared to be nothi
ng more than a common harlot in front of marcus. years ago she had let i
nto physical urges and she hated herself for it, especially now that marcu
s finch knew. but what he did not know was that valkyrie and avery had
been in a nine year long relationship before he had snaked his way in and
out of her life and she was satifisfied with marcus never finding out, it w
as shameful that she had gotten close to someone and shown vulnerabili
ty, she would have to learn this from marcus in the future.

as a child, valkyrie velma, had first known the consequences of vulnerabi
lity when she found out that her mother had not died, but ran off after sh
e birthed her. this abandonment is what valkyrie had attested to her beco
ming a death eater, as elizabeth james was her first kill. she remembered i
t vividly and the thought made her blue eyes glint with dark joy, just as th
ey had when she got the dark mark engraved into her forearm. catching h
er mind run away with, she blinked before looking back into marcus' azure
eyes and asking, "i was shocked when i didn't read that the richarde girl w
as murdered after the engagement had been announced. loosing your tou
ch, finch?" valkyrie's lips were pulled together with a fierce and obvious de
termination as she awaited the older man's response - she too could play
this game if he so wished. she was all too willing to defend her past choic
es, although in no way was she defending vera violet zimmerman or her fo
ol of a pureblood father, avery cunningham.

a challenging smirk grew onto the lips that were drawn together, like a ga
me of chess she patiently awaited marcus' move, knowing if he changed t
he subject entirely he would have both lost to her and silently admit to be
coming an insiginificant older male, not that valkyrie believed him to be th
is. on the flip side of the same coin, if marcus tried to reason with her or
make a come back of his own, she could call him out to be soft and accu
se him of going against the death eater forces for a richarde, no less. val
kyrie was sure there was no greater shame, except perhaps being one of
them. this was why she was pleased that she frequented new zealand m
ore than her home of australia, it's ministry was far more esteemed. a sn
ow and a hensel in office? it couldn't get much better unless it was the da
rk lord or herself. for once, the majority had made a good choice, if the you
ngest candidate, warrenton (or something of the like), had been elected, val
kyrie might as well have handed her daughter to rabbid lions to become as w
eak as those trampled by them - the muggles and mudbloods. at that momen
t, valkyrie felt like she was the leader of the lions, she had to destroy those
that surrounded her and all their inferior tools that made her nauseous to loo
k at.

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[Marcus Finch]

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I'M AN ASSASSIN AND I HAD A JOB TO DO

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A smirk slithered across Marcus’ stone-jawed expression once again as he heard the
bitter snare in the woman’s voice, quite obviously he had pressed all the buttons he’d
intended to. And yet still, beneath that cool triumph, Marcus Finch was a little shocked.
That was a spawn she had managed to keep under wraps for a long time, kudos to her
but the child was still nothing to be proud of and he knew that Valkyrie knew that too.
Children, in the death eater’s opinion, were nothing if they were not proud bearers of
the family legacy and potential shoe-fillers. But his children were worse than nothing,
they were the specks of dirt on the soles of his shoes, the wads of chewing gum on the
pavement that he had side-stepped and they were as bad as the dirty muggles that
surrounded he and Valkyrie Zimmerman. And so, when the consequences of their
decisions and his efforts to erase them, was put into question with those cornflower
blue eyes dancing wickedly along every words said, Marcus could not help but to hiss.
His azure eyes turned to cold stone and bore into the woman before him, playing him
like he was no more than a fool, and tempting him to answer her move with one of his
own. At least he was not the one foolish enough to conceive an illegitimate child, let
alone birth it. There were plenty of spells in the world that could have had the girl at her
calves exterminated before she had even taken her first breath. But Valkyrie had had
her anyway and now thought herself in the position to jab him about a Richarde.
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“She was a Richarde.” Marcus spat, as if the name alone was as toxic as rat poison
and felt his upper lip curl in disgust. “It’s no secret, Valkyrie, that they all put an end to
themselves eventually, in one way or another. She was not worth a breath of mine.” He
gave a shake of his head, then murmured so low that she would have been strained to
hear it, “Besides, that blood traitor son of mine’s pain is my pleasure.” A defiant smirk
caught his lips, lined almost with a flash of bright white teeth, something that Marcus
rarely ever displayed but the occasion called for something more extravagant. Just to
imagine the look on Izaak’s face was something the estranged father took solace in.
Because despite not having known Izaak the way a father should have, he knew one
thing for certain, Marcus could have shot all the unforgivables he wanted at that little
slurry’s neck that night and it wouldn’t have hurt his son nearly a fraction of what it did
to live with the fact that he had been the one that had killed his precious fiancée.

The ice blue tones of his eyes could not deny the fact that the interior of the restaurant
was a little less bustled as they slid indoors and Marcus decided it was wise of the two
death eater’s to think to take their conversation inside. Happily chewing on having had
the last word, Marcus settled his hand into the middle of Valkyrie’s back and guided
her into the deepest, quietest corner of the venue. Despite being a death eater Marcus
Finch was still many things, one of those being a gentleman. And so as the three of
them reach the table, Marcus chivalrously drew out her chair for her and allowed her to
settle (not that he payed any mind to the girl) before he had spoke once more. Valkyrie
needed a little tradition in her life. And whether that be birthing children after marriage
or succumbing to the ways of an old fashioned male, Marcus was at the ready. “And
you, Zimmerman, I expect that this child’s father has been done away with by now?”


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[Valkyrie Finch]

hello, is it me you're looking for?

'cause i wonder where you are

valkyrie could only hope that vera ended her mother's pain brutally j
ust as the marcus said they did. since the day that vera had been birt
hed, she had not gotten one ounce of kindness from valkyrie and she h
ad grown to know this as the norm. at the sadistic side of marcus, valk
yrie grinned. they were exactly alike in that sense and she appreciated
being around someone that was worthy of her company, for once. "i fe
el the same about this one," she agreed, with a nod of her head of appr
oval that he took pleasure in other people's pain, especially his children's.

with the thought of vera's pain mulling around in her mind, valkyrie enter
ed the restaurant with marcus. feeling his hand on the small of her back wo
uld have caused many to blush but not valkyrie zimmerman. she simply e
njoyed his uncommon classic gentlemanly attitude as he lead her into the
dark corners of the muggle restaurant. not noticing or caring if vera had f
ollowed them into the depths of the restaurant, she sat down on the chair th
at marcus had pulled out for her. "thank you," she said quietly as she turned
to watch him sit down. then the question that she had been hoping to avoid
came up from marcus, "i expect that this child's father has been done away w
ith by now?" this was where things became especially shameful for valkyr
ie and her family. she didn't even answer, she just looked down at her lap
and frowned, her embarrassment growing, as well as her shame. "no," she
managed to speak quietly. "he is very close with the british minister of magic.
i didn't want to risk going to azkaban," she said, gaining strength as she man
aged to look into his powerful eyes. as prideful as valkyrie was, she wasn't a fool
and knew that if he had gone missing she would have been the first person to lo
ok at. people had known that they had very suddenly broke up, but knew not th
e reason so she could have been discovered to be the murder of avery and a dea
th eater. she was never going to get the dementor's kiss. so she would have to a
void killing avery so she could avoid such torture.

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[Marcus Finch]

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I'M AN ASSASSIN AND I HAD A JOB TO DO

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A shadowed film, dark, misty and almost hungered, had befallen the chilled blue eyes
of Marcus Emmerson Finch. Valkyrie’s hesitance was an open avenue to denial. She
hadn’t taken that pathetic excuse for a wizard, one that had illegitimately impregnated
her? Had it not been her most desirable intention to erase him entirely from her life?
Because then that only left one mistake, the tiny brat of course. In the time that the two
death eaters had joined forces, Marcus had never seen Ms Zimmerman so conscious
of herself in fact she was practically cowering in her seat with shame. That wasn’t like
her, it wasn’t like her at all, and neither was the fact that she had seemed to allow this
foolish young man to slip through her claws unscathed. The older man was indeed
very tempted to prompt her on this matter but her denial of his initial question had soon
tumbled rather abashedly from her lips. The death eater rose powerfully in his seat, his
shoulders squaring stonily and his lips pressing tightly against one another; he did not
approve and if to amend the matter he had to seek the lowlife out for himself, then so
be it. But either way Marcus would be there to ensure that Valkyrie was not going to let
this slip without a reminder of who held the keys to the castle. This was their time and
he was not going to allow some baby daddy of hers to undermine that... But even if he
was close to the British ministry?

Swallowing his pride was not a pleasant ordeal for Marcus Finch, in fact often times he
managed to gag on it as it slid the way down. He was a very confident, very powerful,
very proud man but, and he despised even so much as thinking it, the thought of his
son’s late fiancée and Daddy Richarde had the grown man shrinking down in his very
own seat. Of course she was right, through and through. They may have been power
hungry, but death eaters were sly, cunning specimens and to snatch up a friend of the
ministry’s right from underneath their pompous noses was the work of a fool. He had
had Alexis Richarde at the point of his wand, one incantation and one flash of blinding
green would have meant game over for her and no doubt for his son too. But obviously
Marcus had thought better of the situation, besides they got what was coming for them
anyway. A stupid car crash, in a stupid motor vehicle of Izaak’s, what a dirtily common,
muggle way to die, serves the both of them right for striking out against their birth rite.
However Marcus’ situation was invariably different from that of his comrades because
for starters, it had not directly involved him. Perhaps there still was a pressing need for
an execution after all. They just needed to explore different paths to venture down.

<COLOR color="#000">“Valkyerie, close to the ministry or not he is still unworthy of even this world.” Marcus
found his lips curling up in disgust at the sheer thought of having such impure beings
all over the country, the world for that matter. “Now, perhaps you’d be able to treat me
to a name? Nothing foolish will come of it, I promise.” Yet the smirk upon Marcus’ rich
features spoke an entirely different story, he just didn’t plan on getting caught. The fifty
year old leant across the table, fingers linked and bunched together in a contemplative,
thoughtful manner as he awaited the name. Not that he truly needed it cause not only
was Marcus as well-respected death eater but he also had a fair hand at playing the
stalker. 


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[Valkyrie Finch]

hello, is it me you're looking for?

'cause i wonder where you are
avery cunningham had given valkyrie so many bad things in her life and
to add to this list, the shame in marcus finch's obscenely stunning orbs as he
looked at her. the woman wanted to impress him and this was not the way.
there was a long moment in which nothing was said between the two and
valkyrie's embarrassment filled the void in the momentary blip in their
conversation. in her mind's eye there had not been a day when valkyrie
was reminded of when she would attack avery and let him know that she
was a predator and he, her prey. she knew that one day, perhaps when she
was older and wiser in the ways of stalking and removing tracks, she would
make her attack on the man but until then, she just awaited marcus' reaction.
if valkyrie velma knew of a way that she could think he would not see her as
common as she felt, she would do it but as her blue gaze dared to stare back into
his she knew there was nothing that could be done except executing the man.

it wasn't a secret that valkyrie was a vengeful person, she had been since a small
child when her mother had left her and her sisters. she had plotted it very meticu-
lously, spared no detail until she was sixteen years old and she killed the mudblood
woman. this was not something that valkyrie was about to share with marcus, how-
ever, he would surely think less and less of her each second if she said that. a tainted
being in her blood line, it was just disturbing to the zimmerman name, which was
why the woman had to be eliminated, just as avery did.

although valkyrie had already been aware that marcus would feel that this sad excuse
for a man should be put to death, it pleased her to know that he was on her side and
seemed to care for her pride, in their own way, at least. if she was a muggle techni-
ques used in the spanish inquisition would have pleased her, but she was not so
crucio, should she get the chance, would have to do. at his question, valkyrie
was sure to answer promptly. "avery cunningham." just speaking the name caused
such a visceral reaction that it caused her body to shake in disgust and anger.
yes, this death eater was disturbed that she had actually thought it would be
a good idea to give into their animal tendencies and forget that she was above
them in all ways by giving into lust that was masquerading as love. lust was
much worse than voldemort could ever be considered, although valkryie failed
to see why he was 'bad'. lust tempted you and tricked you while voldemort
seemed to have a set plan and not be unpredictable. this was why the woman
decided that she would never give into lust unless it was with a man she was
married to or worthy of her time like marcus was. "anywho, the point of our
meeting was not to speak of my own moral short comings," she spoke, trying
to make it seem as if she was not as ashamed in herself as she was.


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