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[Xavier Murder]

Where am I? Why am I trapped in this room? His fists pounded against the door, trying to knock the door from its hinges. It must be reinforced with magic. Where's my wand? He scanned the room, moving from one dresser to the other, checking every drawer. It had to be here somewhere. It just had to. A wizard wasn't a wizard without his wand.

"It's not here! Dammit!" His voice echoed in the empty room. Scrounging up all his strength, he aimed his shoulder at the door. With a running start, he slammed into the door. It barely shook. He could feel his blood boiling, and he drew his arm back as far as it would go. It slammed against the solid wood with as much of his strength as he could muster, and he felt the bones in his knuckles crunch and snap.

He swore under his breath as unwanted tears jerked to his eyes. He backed away from the door, cradling his broken hand against his chest. "There has to be a way out of here..." He scanned the room again, his eyes twinkling as they locked onto the light shining into the room. Despair grew within his heart as he followed the stream to the window. At the very top of the room. Very much out of his reach. Even if he could grip the trim at the bottom, he couldn't pull himself up and out with a broken hand. And the drop would surely be perilous, anyway. Voldemort wasn't stupid enough to lock him in a room on the first floor.

He could feel the hopelessness gathering within his body as he backed against the door, his shirt rubbing against his skin as it slid against his back. Within seconds, his bottom was planted on the floor. As the tears jumped to his eyes, he wished for his long hair back. The back of his head slammed once against the door efore he allowed it to drop to his knees which were drawn nearly to his chest.

The black of his jeans grew darker as tears dropped from his eyes. It wasn't like him to cry so easily, but this room was pressing in on his. It felt as though the walls were growing smaller, constricting around his weakening body. "Someone get me out of here, please. Xanthe, Cumin, Servilious... Anybody..."

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[Alina Marionette Jacobs]

The sound of screams around the Malfoy Manor were not a new thing to Alina Jacobs, having caused many and experiencing few. She knew well about people who wandered too near the Manor were in the basement, whether they were magical or just a stray Muggle child on a picnic in the forest with their parents. Either way, they were disposed of, but if Alina had her say in the matter, screams would be heard echoing through the Malfor Manor until even the wood pillars shook.
Having such power over someone was exhiliratingly amazing for Alina, but a torturer without a job or set goal in mind was practically useless. So, most of her days, she spent around moping at the Manor, sometimes going out to a market and buying groceries...
It's pathetic.
She knew well that the Dark Lord was withering away like he did nearly ten years ago, when he had to use the Potter brat's blood to make himself whole again. And now while he was running out of ideas, higher ranked Death Eaters fought amongst each other over who would take his place...
The thought of losing the Dark Lord was unbearable, almost like when she was in danger of losing her son, so she sent him the furthest she could away from the Death Eaters and their like. She hadn't seen him in years, and now, she could be -
A howl of pain interrupted her train of thought, and the woman whipped around to the sound of it. It must be Xavier.
A hint of pity shone in her usually dead ice blue eyes. To be locked in a room for nine years, not seeing the light of day - of course, Alina had paid him visits maybe three times, but he wouldn't have remembered...
She came upon his door, trembling hands taking her wand from her pocket.
Merlin...
"Reducto!"
The door exploded with a flame, the frame left charred from the burst. Xav lay in the shredded room, in his ragged clothes looking like a skeleton...
Alina walked in, kneeling down to the werewolf sitting against the floor.
"Couldn't stand your pitiful crying anymore." she said with a scowl.[/size]

[Xavier Murder]

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, moving toward his room. Quickly, using his uninjured hand, he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe his face dry. Even though everyone in the manor knew he was without wand, he wasn't about to let a random Death Eater see him cry. it was practically a murder sentence to shed even one tear in this place. He strained to hear if the steps would continue or not.

He clenched his fist as the person halted outside his door, her voice reaching through the solid door. "Reducto!" The door burst into flames, ans Alina stepped through the doorway. His lifeless eyes tracked her movements as she moved toward him, crouching before his sitting form. "Couldn't stand your pitiful crying anymore." Her voice hit him like a smack to the face and he flinched away. She spoke as though she were here to exterminate him.

And why wouldn't she? She had killed plenty of humans before. Muggles and wizards alike, and she wasn't afraid of the Dark Lord. Even through his fury, she had always smiled. She had always welcomed his fury like a child welcomed a new toy. And it seemed he was always ready to dish it to her, as well.

"I wasn't crying," he said simply. But he didn't lift his head; he knew his eyes would betray him. He knew they were red, and he knew they were swollen. One look at them, and she would know he was lying. Not that it mattered. If she was here to kill him, she wouldn't care if he had lied or not. It would simply add fuel to the fire that she was.

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[Alina Marionette Jacobs]

Alina sneered at Xavier when he mentioned that he wasn't crying.
"Your face betrays you." she put in simply, not feeling sorry for him but void of any emotion whatsoever. A bit more sharply, she added, "You've got to learn to control that. Seriously, you're just as bad as your sister."
Xanthe. It was no secret to the Death Eaters that Xanthe Murder and Alina Jacobs loathed each other with a passion; what, with Xanthe being responsible for the death of two of Alina's siblings and Alina being the sole murderer of Xanthe's on again, off again soulmate and Order Member Darien Wakefield, it was an odd day when the two weren't at each other's throats.
But now Xavier had come in the way...
Alina stopped scowling at the lycanthrope, which was the closest to a smile she ever got.
"Listen up, and listen once. Your pathetic sobbing is giving us all a headache, so I'm letting you take a break from being confined in this shithole of a room for a few minutes. And don't you dare go thinking that I'm your liberator and soulmate or some shit like that, because if given the order-" She raised the wand that she had recently used to recude the door to flaming bits back in her palm. "-I'll execute you on a given notice without a split second of remourse. Got it?"
Alina was a cold, wounded, terrible woman. Xavier was a cold, abandoned, miserable man. She knew he didn't remember most of his days in solitary confinement, so he wouldn't remember the nights she actually bothered to pay a visit, but that was only a few times, and those few times were, of course, for sex.
And now she had to pay the fucking consequences for those times and let him know about...
Later.
She raised one of her eyebrows.
"Unless you want to stay here?"[/size]

[Xavier Murder]

Her voice was like claws on his heart. Digging through the flesh to reach his core, then gripping and tearing. His head snapped back so fast he didn't have time to think about stopping before his head slammed against the wall, trying to erase his sister's name from his mind. Maybe without realizing it, maybe doing so on purpose, Alina had torn open scars still fresh on him. Though he despised his sister for leaving him alone in this place, he couldn't help the pain that resurfaced when she was mentioned or just thought of. He usually did a fair job of keeping the memory of her at bay, but Alina brought them all to the surface with just the mention of her name. They came flooding to the front of his brain, and he felt the wall shake as he slammed his head against it once more, leaving it resting against the wall, he stared at the ceiling as she resumed speaking.

"I don't believe in soulmates. Even if I did, I'm sure it wouldn't be you," his eyes traced the patterns of the ceiling. The same patterns he had traced for the last nine years, day and night. "I have no doubt that you would kill me. I'm no use to the world in this condition, maybe it would be for the best." He felt his shoulders relax against the wall as he voiced his thoughts. He wasn't quite sure where it came from, but he felt better telling someone. He was nothing but an abomination, a hassle to the Death Eaters. None of them enjoyed bringing him his meals. Most dropped them into his room and was gone in a matter of seconds. But he could feel the hate they left behind.

He glanced around the room before looking back to her. She looked the same she always had. Her dead ice blue eyes, black hair, skin that shone with good health. Where he lacked, she prospered. He envied her, everything about her, but he wouldn't admit it. No matter how much of his life he lost, he wouldn't admit these things. His listless green eyes locked with her psychaotic blue ones. "Would you want to stay here?"

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[Alina Marionette Jacobs]

At the mention of Xanthe's name, Xavier banged his head against the wall a few more times in grief. Alina blinked. She had forgotten that he would respond like this, it was more of a slip of the tongue. But, she wasn't sure that she enjoyed this or hated it.
"I don't believe in soulmates. Even if I did, I'm sure it wouldn't be you."
Alina smirked at Xavier's comment.
Well, I've got the bruises and love bites to prove otherwise.
Xavier kept on talking (being locked in solitary shouldn't be that much of a story to tell, but here he was talking and here she was listening).
"You're more idiotic than I thought." she replied, raising one of her eyebrows for effect. "People tremble at the mention of your name. You're the Death Dealer."
It was true, the mention of letting Xavier loose on an enemy during his time of month (HAHAHAH) brought ice to their hearts and quelled the fire from their eyes. He was truely terrifying, known simply as the Death Dealer from young to old. It was a fame that disgusted many, one that Alina was jealous of. But of course, she'd never tell him that...
Xavier began talking more.
"Would you want to stay here?"
"Stay here?" she asked skeptically. After a pause of reflecting, she added, "Sure. Why not?"
Alina scooted over to the wall that Xavier was leaning against, putting her back against it and sitting on the floor. Their shoulders touched for a second, and she felt the heat that ebbed off of Xavier for a moment before pulling away.
It still lingered. Somehow, he always still lingered.
The eldest Jacobs sat in silence for a few moments before she piped up.
"Still as messy as ever." she commented to herself about the room, poking at a rusty nail that shot through the floorboards with her finger. Xavier was truely living in despicable conditions, and it was almost horrifying to know that he was used to this.
Alina blinked again, looking at Xavier.
"I used to come to visit you sometimes. I don't know if you remember."[/size]

[Xavier Murder]

It was quiet for a moment or two, and he wondered if she had decided against staying for awhile. But then her voice broke the silence that had begun to press in on him. A silence he was used to but hated all the same. "The Death Dealer, huh? Who came up with that?" How did they remember him, to begin with? He hadn't left his room in so long, he couldn't remember what color the sky was after a rainstorm, or the way the grass shone in the moonlight. Hell, he couldn't even remember the color of the wallpaper in the hallways.

"I think you'd change your mind being locked in here like me. Drives you crazy. I mean, look at me. I'm not sane, I'll be the first to admit it," he shook his head. "But maybe you're already crazy. How many people willingly visit a werewolf?" He heard shuffling, moving to the wall beside him. Her shoulder brushed his and he tensed involuntarily, and then the gentle warmness was gone. Was it in reply to his uneasyness, or had she not meant to do so at all?

"I'll apologize for the mess. I don't exactly have to tools to clean it up," his gaze jumped between the ruined furniture to the trashed sheets to the ripped paper that used to cover the scratched, wooden walls. Everything in the room was scratched. He had spent plenty of transformations in the close quarters, and it apparently took a good toll on his wolf form as well. "You shouldn't mess with rusty nails. You'll have to get a tetinus shot."

"I don't. I don't remember. I'm sorry, Alina." The vertabraes in his neck rolled against one another as he turned his face away. His jaw clenched with frustration. Why would she visit him? He wanted to know so bad, now that she had brought the subject up.

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[Alina Marionette Jacobs]

"Well, of course, I don't come near this place on a full moon." she sneered. "I'd probably be locked away too."
She raised one of her eyebrows at him, the corner of her mouth curling in humor.
"We're all crazy, Xavier." It felt odd to say his name, it just rolled off her tongue. "How in the hell do you suppose we got here?"
She paused a moment, looking up at him in a slight hint of admiration.
"And you've left behind such a powerful legacy. They still fear you, you know."
Xavier's name was still used to spread fear, even if Voldemort's threats were mostly empty. Xavier probably wouldn't remember anyway; they took a great deal in making proper potions nowadays.
She looked around at the mess - being the mother of a toddler and a professional and experienced torturer for Lord Voldemort, she was used to messes. But this one, maybe she'd clean up for him, make him feel more humane.
"Scourgify."
The wooden boards began to shift together and look more like a straight floor, the mirror's cracks became repaired and the bed had made itself. Of course, everything still had the trace of clawmarks and biting, but it looked almost decent.
"Well, there we go. Now you can have fun shedding on it and tearing it apart again in a few weeks."
Alina looked around in pleasure of the good job that she had done, then her gaze fell back to the lycanthrope.
She looked at Xavier, giving him a small, halfhearted smile.
"You...must be really lonely in here."
So are you, Alina. That's why you came to visit.
Alina Jacobs looked away from Xavier, her eyes reaching the newly cleaned floor. He didn't remember; it wasn't like he should, anyway. It was more in his daze right before or after the full moon, crumpled on the floor like a used soda can, whimpering like a child. It was then that she held him and promised him it would be okay, but she'd never tell him that, that was a promise to herself, probably the only one she'd ever hold herself to.
It was supposed to be as if nothing had happened...
But that was before she became pregnant.[/size]

[Xavier Murder]

"We were lulled by the idea of working under the greatest wizard to walk this piece of shit earth." He paused, letting her words sink in. It was nice to have someone to converse with, nice to have someone to help fill the void the room had created. It was a void he didn't believe would ever close. It would remain open whether he escaped the confines of his cell.

"Legacy, huh? I'd rather be free than to have every person know who I am," he sighed, his chest sinking dangerously low as he exhaled his breath. His throat rasped with a cough as he breathed back in. "Hell, I'd like to be free."

His gaze moved to the floor in front of him as he watched the floorboards shift together. They had been ripped and sunken for as long as he could remember. Which, honestly, was very far. The sheets seemed to repair themselves as they settled against the mattress, nestling against it tightly. Chances were that it would stay that way for awhile. He didn't sleep often enough to require a bed, but a bed had been provided. He tended to doze sitting against the walls of a corner, the shadows hiding him. "Thanks," his voice was muffled. That was the first kind act he had seen in years, and to come from her, as well. It was like a miracle.

He coughed again, then cleared his throat. "Its not too bad. Most of the time I'm so out of it I don't recognize anything. The other ten percent of the time," one corner of his mouth lifted, as though he were amused. "The other ten percent of the time, yeah, its pretty lonely. It's something I've learned to deal with, however."

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[Alina Marionette Jacobs]

"Well, I wish you would remember." Alina replied, her voice holding a trace of bittersweetness.
Maybe then you'd remember, and telling you wouldn't be this difficult.
The ragged coughing of Xavier startled Alina Jacobs, making her jump a little from where she was sitting. She looked over at him, and the desire to take care of him and tend to his needs was foreign and overbearing.
"You're coughing." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Alina gently raised her hand, bringing it to Xavier's forehead and touching it gently with her fingertips to check for a fever; if there was anything she remembered from the early years of motherhood before she sent her son away from her and to safety, it was how to be gentle.
He didn't necessarily burn under her, so it wasn't a fever. But now, she could feel the sweat on his brow and the heat of his body, wanting to make her flinch away.
She looked into the eyes that had faded away with years of confinement and insanity.
"Well, you don't have a fever..." she murmured.
He shoudln't be having this affect on me, she internally screamed. He barely remembers who I am!
The eldest Jacobs looked away from Xavier for a moment. She realized how awkward this must be, her practically leaning on top of him. Alina quickly sat down to where she was sitting against the wall next to him.
"I'd...I'd come in here sometimes before or after you transformed." she confessed, not looking at him. "I don't even know why I did, but you were screaming for help, and...oh, I don't know...I just did. You were so weak..."
Alina's voice lowered.
"You needed someone. Anybody."
Her smile turned sarcastic, and she turned at him.
"But unfortunatley, you got me."[/size]