Running Up the Hill [KISTIN]

[ELLA AMELIA SMITH !]

Ella Smith
And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places

Deep in the heart of the countryside of Yorkshire stood a lone cottage. The locals, who lived a couple of miles away in the nearest village, told people it was haunted by the ghosts of a family that was murdered. They would tell visitors that they died on a full moon, and every now and then on a full moon, someone will go missing in the village. The story slowly became one to scare children into doing as they were told. However the locals cannot deny the truth of the fact that sometimes a child or two does go missing. Orange Flower Cottage has long been abandoned and no one goes near it. They can't figure out why, whenever anyone tries they just get distracted. Of course the Muggles don't realise the true horrors of the house. This house is not haunted by ghosts but by a werewolf. No other werewolf than Fenrir Greyback. The werewolf was infamous for being merciless and of having a fondness for attacking others, especially children. The wizarding world feared him and the werewolf was often used as a weapon by Lord Voldemort to bend others to his will with fear of what Fenrir would do to their families. While Muggles lived in denial, the Wizarding world knew better. Even now, when Muggles realise something is wrong, they deny Fenrir's existence. Yet they still stay away from the house.

The house itself had the making of being a once cared for and beautiful family cottage. Creeps had covered the house and the thatched roof was now damaged, but it would have looked scenic at one point. The front garden was now overgrown with wild flowers and weeds; both fighting for the space and resources they needed to grow and stay alive. The main feature of the house was the back garden; it was overrun with trees that grew oranges. The sweet smell of them ran through the house. The trees had had spells placed on them by the family that had once lived there, so that Britain’s sometimes random weather conditions wouldn’t affect them. The trees' fruits' smell was always in the house; the house that was dark and falling apart. Only an animal would live in it; only one such as Fenrir. This was the den of the werewolf.

However down deep under the cottage the basement was intact and currently locked. In the pitch black of the basement only the sound of shallow breathing could be heard. The unconscious form of a girl lay in its depths occasionally twitching in her sleep as her nightmares haunted her.

Ella was waiting on the platform for the Hogwarts Express to take her back to London. Ella was ready with trunk; she had her Muggle money ready to get a taxi back home. She sighed while she waited; of course she was not actually on the small platform, she was at the back. There was no point being at the front, it would just have encouraged others to take the piss. She stood waiting, she was looking forward to her holiday, and her parents were already on holiday so she would have the house to herself. It would be a week of studying ready for her NEWT exams. Also with Kistin; he had promised to come and visit it her, and they could spend some more time together. She had read about Vampires after meeting him. Cruel, cunning and manipulative was what the book had told her. She could imagine Kistin being manipulative with his charming manners, and she hadn't known him long enough to know if he was cunning. The cruel bit didn't seem to fit the goofy vampire she had met, though. She had been interested to find out that animal blood does not support them but gives them a flushed appearance. While in Kistin's presence she had not really spared much thought on the fact he must kill other humans to feed. He had almost fed on her. Ella shivered at that memory. Ella had been foolish and it had nearly led to a very horrible end. Kistin had managed to gain control over himself just in time before he bit her. However, for some reason, it had yet to bother her that he fed on people just like her. She supposed it hadn’t really sunk in that he was a vampire. However, her mind always came up with the argument that he needed to kill them to survive; if he just left them they would become a vampire too.

Ella stood in her shabby clothes, the sun blazing; her thoughts on Kistin and his ice blue eyes, when suddenly her holiday plans were changed for her. A hand slid round her and what felt like a wand pressed into her neck. A rough bark like voice growled " Crucio". An all too familiar feeling ripped down her spine from the wand. Ella screamed in shock and the crowded platform looked around. Ella's eyes watered and tears flooded her eyes as she whimpered as her body continued to ignore her and lay limp in the man's arm that had slid round her earlier. Darkness clawed at her, but she resisted. What was going on? Even this was a bit far for a joke…but she didn't recognise the voice. It was very deep and gravelly, not a child's but a man's. She tried to look at her captor but couldn't as he held her like a rag. Ella could not think, not even to get her wand that was in her pocket as her body jerked with more pain from the spell. She then heard a voice talk to the crowd that was now watching. The man then spoke in the same now terrifying voice that was not dissimilar to that of a dog, Ella realised. "A message to all those Filth out there, if you do not realise your place, we will teach it to you!" Ella felt the pain lift, but as it was she was thrown on to the ground, and she looked up at the man. He was dressed in Death Eater’s robes. The blood drained from Ella's face. His face was one she would come to fear. It was human, but not at the same time. It was like someone had tried to alter it, his eyes were different, his nose, everything he had greyed matted hair. Ella had noted how his voice was like a dog, but now his appearance. She tried to back away from the wand pointed at her but suddenly his voice barked out again. "Crucio" Ella screamed again before she could control herself. Seconds felt like hours. She couldn't feel how much time passed before Darkness finally took her. She had no idea of what happened next; she doubted anyone would defend her, after all, who would defend a Mudblood?

The darkness was replaced by pain, a scream tore from her lips, it was short, the scent of oranges hit, and their sweet smell was too sweet… it was sickly. She tensed and the pain ebbed away. She opened her eyes; the only light was coming from a door. Ella's hand flew into her pocket. Nothing was there, no wand. Her eyes found the tall man and she backed into the wall nervously. She saw her wand in his hands, waving in front of her teasingly. She felt a shiver wander up her spine as she again saw that dog-like face, with hair and wrinkles. And so her nightmare continued…

[FENRIR GREYBACK !]

Fenrir Greyback[/size][/b]
It waits for the day, I will let it out
To give it a reason, to give it its might

Fenrir sat in an old rocking chair. It looked uncomfortable to anyone, but Fenrir often sat in it. Not many knew where the great den of Fenrir Greyback was and why would they want to visit him? He was glad; he would attack anyone who came on his territory. This was his place; it was his childhood home. The only sound was the creek of the aged wood, as he rocked back and forth. It was his father's chair. His Father used to sit just how Fenrir was now, telling the young Fenrir stories before bed and other such traditions. Fenrir glanced up, steel grey eyes seeing what was left of a table; it only had two legs left. One of his fits of rage had seen to it. He remembered eating dinner around it. Fenrir breathed in the familiar scent of oranges and sighed. It was his one true weakness. His mother used to pick them and make fresh orange juice for breakfast….until it happened…until the Wizards let Fenrir kill her. They knew, of course they did, and they let him attack her and his father. So their deaths were the wizards fault, all their fault. He glared forward at the wall as though it was questioning his thoughts. Then, he looked down.

A few weeks ago he had bumped into none other then Draco Malfoy. The man wanted a hit on one of his students that would be public, but so the professor would not get his hands dirty. Personally, Fenrir hated Draco. The man was big-headed and arrogant and so self assured of his own superiority. It was would take one nip to set him straight. However Fenrir doubted he would survive it, the wizard had too many people in love with him. Fenrir hated all wizards in general, he didn’t agree with the almighty Dark Lord. He was not a worshipping servant. Voldemort just gave him more victims that he could have. Back in the days before, Fenrir had constantly had to be on the run - not that it stopped him from biting others. Now there was plenty he could do without getting into trouble with the law, and it made life somewhat easier. The man was starting to feel his age, he hated to admit it and never would, aloud, but the wrinkles were growing in number. Fenrir remembered his goal; he now had others working on it. To bring down the wizards, people called this the “dark times”. Soon it would be the Age of the Wolf and wizards would be below Werewolves; they would beg to be bitten. Fenrir allowed himself a small smile while no one was there to see it. The time of the wolf would come, maybe not in his life time, but he would be remembered by the others of his kind.

Fenrir's grey eyes darted out the hole in the wall in which a window had once been. The moon was nearly full but not quite. He then looked down towards the basement. He was meant to make the girl suffer then kill her. Fenrir had other ideas. The girl was not bad for a Mudblood, but once she had the werewolf gene in her she would be perfect. He smirked; he had been dying to bite her; to feel her flesh give way to his teeth, hot blood..... Fenrir jerked out of it before he nearly lunged for the door. He was nearly there; just a few more days. He had been unfortunate - when he had got the girl from Hogwarts he had just missed the full moon and so had had to wait for the weeks to go by, nearly a whole month before he could have that pleasure of turning her. He had passed the time by fulfilling Malfoy's wishes. Fenrir often tortured her with various curses but he often got a potion or two, finding it funny to poison her painfully then give her the antidote just before death. Fenrir allowed himself another smile; feeling her squirm in pain. Fenrir's eyes darted to the only other remaining chair that wasstill able to stand up. On it was the girl's wand. If she behaved when she was turned she could have it back. Fenrir eyed his own wand, he remembered the girl he had snatched that off too.

Suddenly his thoughts were disrupted by a smell. A growl deepened in his throat until it was let out. The hulking man in nothing but cut off ripped jeans and a loose t-shirt that was ripped in places, almost leapt out of the chair. The vile stink of a Vampire had hit him. He grabbed the girl’s wand and his own, holding them out. ”Come out, Vampire!” Fenrir barked, spitting as he spoke, as though trying to spit out a bad taste. Vampires were vile, disgusting, worse than wizards; they should have all been burned. Then this one dared to cross into his territory. This vampire would be let out for all the times he had wanted to bite the girl below and restrained himself. He already felt fire flooding his muscles as they prepared themselves for a fight he was waiting for. The wolf was wanting to break out. Fenrir’s eyes had a new light of fight in them, he was standing looking out into the darkness outside the broken window. He saw the figure walk slowly, obviously not going for the hiding tactic.

[KISTIN THEODORE CROSS !]

Kistin Cross[/b]
You know that I'd do anything for you
And my love, let nothing come between us
My love for you is strong and true[/color]


The evening had crawled in slowly, and the youngest Cross was sat in the corner of the kitchen at 14 Morgan Road - the home of the Vampires. He was restless and forever moving...something was bothering him. He glanced at the clock hanging upon the wall. 5pm. Looking back to the ground, he suddenly stood up in his t-shirt and jeans, and ran to his room. The house was empty, and Kistin was finding it unbearable. The other Vampires were away...probably hunting. Usually he would have gone with them...but not today.

Pulling one of his drawers open, he gently took a pair of black trousers out and laid them on top of the unit. Then, just as carefully, he took out a blood red shirt. Tonight was important, and tonight he was going to make an effort. After changing, he stood in the hall and looked at his red, full-length coat hanging on the coatstand. Then, his gaze shifted slightly to the suit jacket hanging on the banister of the stairs. Normally, he would have gone for the coat- that's what she'd seen him in first, after all...but he then remembered, to his annoyance, that he had agreed to meet her from Platform 9 and 3/4...in London. There was a few issues, he now realised, with this.

One, he was a vampire. If he stood on Platform 9 and 3/4 with such a thing on, he would draw attention to that fact. Wizarding people were judgemental enough without deliberately WANTING them to see him.

Two, he was a vampire. If he stood on the Muggle platform just in front of the entrance to the Magical platform in the coat...He'd be regarded as a local weirdo...or they'd suspect something (if they hadn't already).

Okay...perhaps the suit jacket was best.

He slid it on, and then glanced back at the kitchen clock. It was 6pm. Time to get to London. Time to finally see Ella again. Time to feel alive again. He left the house, and apparated into London's centre.

When he arrived at Platform 9 and 3/4, something was amiss. The train pulled up and the flurry of students began. He stood at the back, deliberately trying to blend in. But that wasn't the issue. It was what the students were saying that sent chills down his spine.

"That Mudblood had it coming to her"..."Yeah...but Greyback..."..."Greyback? Nah, that couldn't have been him. He wouldn't bother with scumbag girls."..."But didn't you see?"

Kistin stood, paralysed. Where was Ella? There was an urgency now. If the students were right (and all of them had ben talking about it), then a girl had been snatched...possibly by the most blood-thirsty Werewolf there had ever been. A muggleborn girl. A girl like Ella.

He couldn't see her...he was panicky. What if it had been her? What if...

"Excuse me," he said, politely, trying to sound as relaxed as possible, to a group of Slytherins. "What?" One replied, rudely. Kistin looked at them, and then asked, in his most superior voice, "I heard that one of 'those' was taken...is it true?" It sickened him to have to play along like this, but it was the only way he could find out if it was her or not. The student looked at him, a look of excitement upon their face. "Oh yeah! It's true, alright! One of the 7th Years from Ravenclaw. She was taken by a werewolf...or was it a vampire...one of those filthy creatures."

Kistin tried hard not to react to the jibe about his race. Think, he thought. Think! Was Ella a Ravenclaw? He knew she was seventeen, they had talked about that in the cave...she had seemed less than worried that he was almost 90 years older than her...

"I've met families of...that type...and I'd love to be the first to tell them that their precious daughter is lost forever..." His stomach gave a sickening jolt as he said this, "...so I'm wondering if you...perhaps...know which girl was taken..."

The student seemed suspicious now, and their eyes went cold. "I know OF her...but not personally of course. Smith, was her name. Something "Smith". That's all I know."

Kistin nodded in thanks, with a pseudo-smile on his face, and turned away, sick with worry. Ella Smith. It could have been...

The students were dispersing, and Ella was nowhere to be seen. He turned away and disapparated once more. It seemed common knowledge that it was a werewolf, and many suspected it to be Fenrir Greyback himself. Morgan Road held many books about werewolves...and hopefully one would point to Fenrir's whereabouts.

As he apparated back at Morgan Road, he threw off his suit jacket, and replaced it with his coat. He was no longer worried about appearances. Now, his fears were for Ella. What if he was too late? What if Fenrir had...had...

He couldn't bear to think of it. Reading through the books they had, he found nothing suggesting where Fenrir was. He searched for weeks and weeks, barely sleeping, knowing that the longer he waited, the more likely it was that she was dead. However, he was lucky. The full moon had been and gone, and hopefully Fenrir wouldn't touch her until the next full moon...Hopefully.

He found out, eventually, mere days before the next full moon, that there was a place where Fenrir had grown up - old and dilapidated now - but hopefully...hopefully there would be clues as to where Fenrir had gone. All Kistin had to hope for was that Fenrir was a sentimental soul. Yes...Kistin was pushing his luck to the very edge.

Dressed, this time, in all black - looking incredibly forbidding, Kistin threw his blood-red full-length coat on once more...and headed to find some clues.

---

He found himself outside a cottage, smelling of oranges. His hand was clasped firmly around his wand, and he walked slowly through the overgrown grass and other items around the house. As he walked towards the front of the house, he was startled to hear that growling voice. So Fenrir WAS a sentimental old man. Kistin chuckled. Finding Ella was going to be easier than he had first thought. Ah well, thought Kistin. He knows I'm here, so why not go up to the front door?

Kistin's grip on his wand tightened. He knew Fenrir would be "baying for blood"...but he was ready for it. He was effectually immortal, and in the end, he didn't care how beat up he got, just as long as he survived long enough to get Ella the hell out of there.

He saw the man, standing in a room in front of him. Kistin turned. "Ah, so there you are." He said, conversationally. "I finally get to meet the man...or should I say...dog" He said, emphasising the word, "...Who enjoys snatching schoolgirls from the train platform, yes?" Kistin knew he was playing with fire...but the rage inside him was barely containable. This dog took Ella, and he was going to pay dearly for taking someone close to a Vampire. Kistin had promised Ella, from the very beginning, that he would be there to rescue her from anyone who dared to harm her. He had let her be hurt for almost a month, and now...now was the time to stop it. Now was the time for Kistin to fulfil that promise.

He was glad it was dark, he daren't have imagined what his eyes would be showing. He stood in a battle-ready position, and shouted, in the most threatening voice Kistin had ever used, "Now! Where is she? Where is Ella!?"

Wishing that she was a Leglimens, and able to read his mind...he thought...
"Wherever you are, Ella. Whatever he's done...You'll be safe soon. I promise."

[FENRIR GREYBACK !]

Fenrir Greyback[/size][/b]
It waits for the day, I will let it out
To give it a reason, to give it its might

Fire and power howled through his body, the stink of the thing that was in his territory was getting closer. A growl ripped from his mouth, a kind of last warning. Was this vampire suicidal, did he not realise where he was trespassing? Fenrir held a wand in each hand. This vampire had the arrogance now just to stroll into his house. Fenrir was ready and on his toes. His mind raced for a motive, suicide possibly, vampires were hard to kill for weaklings such as wizards, but Fenrir would have no problem. Then Fenrir thought of the girl, could the two know each other? He growled again. If she got away, then Malfoy would punish him. Then the slimy scum was before him in the room. Every instinct told him to forget about the wands and do it the old fashioned way, but sense was keeping him in his place. He was biting down the wolf in him; not something he did often. Well Fenrir was waiting to preserve the moment of attack to make it greater.

Then he spoke, Fenrir barked a laugh when he spoke of the girl. So…they did know each other! Fenrir also had a knowing glint in his eye. Vampires were notoriously passionate about the ones they chose as their mate; very protective. Fenrir had seen this passion before, as he tore apart other vampires and their mates had come after him. Oh, this was too good! Any vampire or werewolf knew, a vampire with a human mate was doomed. The darkness surrounding them was nothing, not to them anyway, Fenrir could see thanks to his werewolf nature and the Vampire had advancing sight as well. He smirked knowingly; he would toy with this vampire just for the pleasure of it.

Fenrir's amusement was heightened when he spoke. Fenrir could see the fire lighting inside him. That gave the werewolf an idea. Oh, this was too easy! He let a bark-like chuckle escape his lips "Surely you should be able to smell her, little Vampire?" He then continued with a mocking smug look plastered on his face "…Smell her hot blood running around her body, or maybe some testament to the time we have been spending together…" - which of course meant the many blood stains that littered the house. Fenrir had both wands pointed at Kistin; he did not worry about him getting into the room, only he knew the counter spells to the wards. Suddenly he pointed Ella's wand at him, finding this the more ironic and amusing choice, to attack him with and barked out words at it. Sunlight poured from the wand tip at Kistin, he would have to be quick to dive for cover from what would be to him deadly light. Fenrir hoped the vampire would pass this little test; he was already having fun playing with him.

[KISTIN THEODORE CROSS !]

Kistin Cross[/b]
You know that I'd do anything for you
And my love, let nothing come between us
My love for you is strong and true[/color]

Of course Kistin could smell the blood. He could smell a drop from a mile away. He knew she was here, but he didn't know where. The smell of her blood was scattered everywhere, and while it had that intoxicating effect...it was dulled by the fear that she was either turned...or...or dead.

"No," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "No, I couldn't smell the blood at all." his eyebrow twitched and then, he continued, "It doesn't smell tainted with that of your kind, though. Lost your appetite?" He knew he was playing with fire. For all he knew, Fenrir could bring her out and bite her there and then. Then again, if she was brought out, Kistin was quicker than any wolf, and he could take her to safety.

Suddenly he saw the wand. Her wand. And the next thing he knew...the incantation was uttered. He swore - loudly - and dived out of the way of the blinding beam of sunlight, burying his head into his arm, trying to avoid the awesome light that was pounding from Ella's wand.

The rage inside him burned fiercer than ever. How dare scum like him even dare touch her wand, let alone use it on him of all creatures.

"Scared that your own wand won't do the trick?" He chided, as he stood again. Reaching his other hand into his pocket, he held on to something that he had been assured would kill the werewolf. Even if it didn't...the effect would be interesting, to say the least.

Due to his dive, he was now closer than he had been before, and the smell of Ella's blood was stronger than ever. He glanced down and saw a small, square cut in the floor, and he somehow knew that Ella was down there. He glanced back at Fenrir and then pointed his wand. "Diffindo, Diffindo, Diffindo!!" He shouted. As the charm set off thrice, he ran to the trapdoor and tried to prise it open. Whatever he tried, it failed. he felt so frustrated that he almost shouted out in desperation. He knew he was running out of time, and so he stood up and got ready to face whatever curse he was about get hit by in return.

[FENRIR GREYBACK !]

Fenrir Greyback[/size][/b]
It waits for the day, I will let it out
To give it a reason, to give it its might

As the sarcasm slipped into the Vampire's voice Fenrir let his smug smirk become even more prominent. This was so fun! Fenrir’s sense of smell was not as acute as his, but Fenrir could smell it too. As he spoke again, the bark-like laugh was heard once more "Disappointed?" He asked slyly, then continued, his voice drawling now, mocking and teasing him. "I am going to keep her, little Vampire, and although there has been the temptation, I have waited. Just think, as her skin gives way under my teeth, her sweet warm blood spilling...I am looking forward to it." He grinned showing his teeth, although not fanged, Fenrir's teeth were not human, an effect of embracing the wolf in him more than others did. Fenrir was making sport of this Vampire.

Fenrir then heard the little jibe about his wand. Fenrir chuckled and spoke in an offhand voice "It’s not even my wand, although this wand…" he held Ella's up "…is very nice, I might let her have it back, but only if she behaves" He smirked darkly, his eyes glinting with his manic madness. Ella was going to be with him, she was going to become one like him and he would control her. If she got out and Malfoy knew, Fenrir would again be in trouble. That’s when the vampire set a counter attack. Fenrir held both wands up blocking two of the three spells, yet one hit him. He howled, and then growled dangerously. Breathing heavily he pointed it at his chest and grunted a spell. He then turned Ella's wand on Kistin. Fenrir had noticed he had tried the trapdoor. He smirked; no one could get in there except him. Fenrir then pointed his own wand at the trapdoor, a dirty looking grin on his face like the face of boy who just found out where his parents had hidden his birthday presents "Crucio." The wand was not aimed at Kistin; it was aimed at someone unable to duck out the way in her unconscious state. A scream came from below, an agony filled scream. Fenrir smirked and spoke over it. "Doesn't it sound wonderful, little Vampire, does it remind you of when you go hunting?" He smirked. Fenrir was having too much fun. He let the spell drop, then smirked. ”Tell me, little Vampire, what do you plan to do to her even if you did escape? Be with her? Turn her? You would kill her one way or another, which makes you no better than me.” Fenrir spoke the truth in his eyes. Fenrir wouldn’t give him the chance to kill her; Ella was his, but he was going to get in this Vampire’s head just for the hell of it.

[KISTIN THEODORE CROSS !]

Kistin Cross[/b]
You know that I'd do anything for you
And my love, let nothing come between us
My love for you is strong and true[/color]

As Fenrir told him exactly what he intended to do to Ella, Kistin felt his hand tighten into a fist around the item in his pocket. "No skin of hers is going anywhere near your filthy teeth." He said, as restrained as he could. "She is mine to protect, and protect her I shall. I'm just glad that you're sentimental - you made it far easier for me to find her." As the wolf grinned, Kistin smiled sarcastically back, his fangs almost fighting a duel against Greyback's sharp canines. He raised his voice, hoping that Ella might hear his voice and react, "I know I've taken far longer than I should have, but she's not going to be in your paws any more."

As Fenrir confessed that his wand was not his, Kistin raised an eyebrow. "Another schoolgirl, perhaps?" He said, sardonically, but his smug look was taken quickly by his next comment. "You'll hand it back to her; when she's grabbing it from your hand and leaving with me! You aren't worthy to hold that wand! You aren't anywhere near worthy enough!" He said, his face twisted with hatred. He was usually a fairly handsome man...but his face looked almost demonic. This...this mutt deserved none of his time. He was here to take Ella away from this hellhole, not to have a war of words with her captor.

As he fought to open the trapdoor, he was filled with satisfaction to hear Fenrir howl. However, as he stood, and prepared to be Crucio-ed...he was horrified to see Fenrir's wand not pointing at him...but at the trapdoor. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to the trapdoor...and heard Ella scream. He felt his heart scream out in unison. It was hell to hear her scream...hell to hear her scream because of his decision to fight. Suddenly, the true Vampire within him was released from it's cage.

He heard Fenrir's next comments, and the first he batted away. The second though...cut deeper. What did he plan to do with her? Would he be able to co-exist with her? Or would he turn her, as he had almost done on that fateful day they met? Fenrir...as much as he was loathed to admit it...was probably right. He probably would kill her in some way.

Kistin stood there, careful not to let his defence down. He stood there, next to the trapdoor, and held his wand as if it were a gun. The piece of pure silver glinted slightly as he withdrew it from his pocket. Now was the time to try Fenrir's weakness - just as Fenrir had tried his. He muttered quietly the Locomotor spell, to move the silver, and flung his wand towards Fenrir. Hoping this would work, even just slightly, he stood there as the silver flew towards, at quite a pace, towards Fenrir's chest.

"You're wrong." He said, quietly. "You're wrong. Just because I'm a vampire does not mean I kill for the fun of it. That's what makes me so different to you. I would not...could not...kill her. She's an outcast. Just like me." He snorted gently. "And just like you, too. Those pureblood snobs think she's worth as much as us - and you're hurting her? Why does this seem so wrong?" He stared at Fenrir and then shrugged his shoulders. "Still, you'll never come round to my way of thinking. You're happy to live following orders of the high-and-mighty. Good luck with that."

He stepped back an inch or so, and crouched next to the trapdoor. His eyes still on Fenrir, he muttered quietly to the trapdoor - "Ella, I'm here. I don't know if you can hear me or not...but you're safe now...I'm gonna get you out." His eyes watching Fenrir's every move, he waited for his rebuffal.

[FENRIR GREYBACK !]

Fenrir Greyback[/size][/b]
It waits for the day, I will let it out
To give it a reason, to give it its might

Fenrir was not worried about revealing his plans for the girl, her fate was decided. This vampire was no match for him; Fenrir had not earned his prestige and reputation for nothing. He could almost feel the vampire holding himself back, it made Fenrir's inside tickle with glee, such sport this was. Fenrir was in the mood to play. Fenrir did not care about the jibe with his teeth, but he chuckled at this protecting nonsense. It was just so typical of a Vampire, so self assured, so easy to play with. " I am not hiding little Vampire, there is no need" Fenrir's grey merciless eyes seemed to gleam with the game he was playing. He would enjoy killing this vampire bit by bit. Then came his ramble on about the wand. Fenrir smirked tucking this argument away for later torment. He wondered what the girl would think of her precious vampire now. He looked quite a state. Fenrir smirked inwardly at himself; he had that affect on people.

However his reaction to the scream was exactly what he wanted. Fenrir's grin widened madly. Fenrir could see the pain it caused him to hear her. Also Fenrir saw something snap in him, he smirked now it was getting really interesting. This Vampire was going to fight until dead, which of course would be the case. Then he struck out with the silver. Clever Vampire, Fenrir growled and tried to block it with magic, the silver imbedded itself in his shoulder. He howled in agony, which turned to a venomous growl. A deadly rumble came from him, but he listened to the Vampire's words. He smirked through his pain then swished both wands, wincing as the one in the hand of his injured shoulder moved. Chains appeared, winding themselves round Kistin's body. Fenrir knew how to contain a Vampire as well as kill it. The chains forced him to stand up rather than crouch, holding his limbs in place. Fenrir growled with a deadly malice then with one swish knocked Kistin's wand away on the floor just by him, but completely unreachable thanks to the chains. Fenrir then grinned, gritting his teeth as he dug out with two fingers the silver form his shoulder. He dropped it on the floor panting, his blood trickling down his shoulder. His insane grin back on his face as he turned to face Kistin again " you and I are exactly the same" He stepped forward now so he was directly in front of Kistin, his sharpened teeth visible as he spoke " You only have her for your own pleasure, you keep her by your side so you will be happy, you are a selfish creature." He smirked again stepping back again. He glanced at the trapdoor " you and I are exactly the same" he repeated his words but then continued " this wand, was from a trainee at St Mungos, I am sure you would know all about the basement under the more glamorous wizarding areas" he smirked he of course hadn’t seen Kistin in his time there but Fenrir had seen other Vampires. Fenrir gave him a moment to digest that, to digest the fact that Fenrir was telling him that he was monster just like him.

Fenrir then walked to the trap door and opened it like it was never locked and then stood up straight. He flicked Ella's wand and then the unconscious form of a girl floated out and on to the floor in-between Fenrir and Kistin. This girl was barely recognisable. Her skin was as pale as Kistin's from being deprived of sunlight for a month nearly. Her skin was shallow and she had lost a lot of weight. Ella had always been slender but it was healthy slender. Not now, she looked deathly with her once sleek straight hair now tangled dirty and wispy. Her clothes were the exact same ones she was taken in, although now they were covered in dried blood -her own- and torn so badly it was a wonder they stayed on her stick like frame. Her skin was littered with scratched, bruises and sores. All in all, she looked nowhere near the person she had been. Fenrir smirked at the sight of her, crouching down by her he some of her hair out of her face in a mocking gesture purely to annoy Kistin. Then stood up " here she is lover boy" He smirked then put a hand to his wound on his shoulder " I think some payment for this little trick is needed" With a casual flick and a muttered word a chain came from the floor like they had with Kistin and wound around Ella's wrists and ankles. Fenrir then moved to the back of the room where there some potions that Draco had dropped off. He smirked picking up one and then held it to Kistin to see " Very nasty stuff this, one drop makes the drink have the sensation of being burnt alive" the other bottle was the antidote. He smirked then crouched down by Ella again with the bottles " Time for sleeping beauty to awaken yes? Fenrir's manic gleam in his eye just showed the amount of fun he was having, every move was to annoy this Vampire the immense satisfaction he was getting was unbelievable. Fenrir hoped he was squirming in his chains as he was helpless. Fenrir jabbed Ella with her wand and her eyes shot open. Although even they like her body had taken its toll. They weren't deep or sparkling, but were instead dull, flat, and lifeless. The hazel colour seemed to have dissipated to a grey. Ella didn't even notice Kistin as Fenrir forced her mouth open with one hand and poured a drop of the potion in. The girl did not have the will or strength to fight back. Fenrir smirked he had been told the effect would be quick as he straightened. His eyes gleaming, then it started. Ella closed her eyes and braced against her bindings letting out a whimper, or two then started to scream. It was not a shrill scream it was one purely filled with pain, and with no hope of it going away. Fenrir even chuckled aloud over it moving to Kistin's side as though they were going to watch this show together " if you had just left her to me rather than doing this rather pointless rescue attempt, I wouldn't have bothered doing this to her" He smiled to himself and continued to watch as Ella writhed on the floor at their feet.

[KISTIN THEODORE CROSS !]

Kistin Cross[/b]
You know that I'd do anything for you
And my love, let nothing come between us
My love for you is strong and true[/color]

Fenrir’s gleaming eyes only fuelled Kistin’s anger more. After all, Fenrir had hurt Ella, and had intended to keep doing so – and Kistin could not allow him to do that. He was a merciless, cold-blooded killer; and Ella was in greater and greater danger the longer that Kistin allowed her to stay with this monster.

Kistin was dishevelled greatly. His blonde hair, usually fairly slicked back, was tousled and messy. His coat was covered in grass stains and dust from his hasty dive from the sunlight. He looked determined…yet as if he knew the battle he was fighting was against one who was many times stronger and more experienced than himself. However, despite this knowledge, there was a look in his eye that said he would not give up until he held Ella in his arms, safe, once again.

The scream only reiterated the fact that he needed to get her out…and fast. He was trying to find a way of blocking the mental agony he was in…when he thought of his pocketed silver. As he saw Fenrir turn, his heart sank. He had missed. But the howl that followed proved him wrong. He looked up and saw Fenrir…his shoulder bleeding. Kistin smiled. Finally, he had done some lasting damage. He had proven that he knew how to fight back. He had a chance.

But did he? He saw Fenrir move…but had no time to prepare for the chains that now held him upright. Kistin went to cast a counter charm, but his wand was knocked from his hand. Fenrir had the upper hand. Kistin was completely immobilised. He glared at Fenrir as he dug the silver out of his shoulder, taking little pleasure at the pain he felt. As Fenrir neared him, Kistin bared his fangs. “One more step…” He thought, “…and I’ll bite him. See how he likes being fed on...Ella’s life is…” but his thoughts were cut off as Fenrir began to speak. He kept his face blank as he listened, trying to betray no emotion. He was wrong. Kistin was nothing like Fenrir. However, as he mentioned the basement of St. Mungo’s, a harsh, involuntary shudder ran through his body.

As Fenrir opened the trapdoor, Kistin worked hard to keep his silence…but as Ella’s lifeless body floated out, he swore loudly. “What have you done to her!” He struggled violently against his bindings. “Get this things off me, let me…” He looked at the body in front of him, and stopped. Instead, he began trying to awaken her. “Ella! …Ella!” He wanted some response…he wanted her to look at him….he needed to know she was still there…somewhere within her tormented body. When Fenrir stooped to brush her hair away from her face, he fought to restrain himself…and Fenrir’s talk of “payment” sent cold chills down his spine. He knew that the “payment” would not be from him. As Fenrir bound her too, Kistin looked at Ella with fear in his eyes. He could handle being hurt, but watching Fenrir hurt her for his decision to try and save her…? It would be Hell on Earth.

When Fenrir returned and told him what the potion did, Kistin looked at Ella’s tortured body and found himself trying to bargain with Fenrir. “Do it to me.” He said, quietly. “Harm me all you want…but please, please…don’t hurt her anymore.” Any other time, he would have felt physically sick about trying to bargain with a wolf, but Ella’s life was now at stake. He knew his bargaining was unlikely to work, and as Ella’s eyes opened, he knew she was unable to see him. “Ella!” He shouted, “Ella!” It hurt to see her so docile…so weak. Kistin willed the potion not to work…but the whimpering had begun – and had grown into a scream. He fought like he had never fought before against the chains. He felt a couple of links buckle slightly…but not enough to break out of.

If looks could kill, Fenrir would have died ten times over as he strolled over to Kistin’s side. His words chilled him to his bone. Due to him, she was suffering more that she would have. He turned to Fenrir and said, through gritted teeth, in a dangerously low voice, “Give her the antidote. Give her the antidote NOW!”

[FENRIR GREYBACK !]

Fenrir Greyback[/size][/b]
It waits for the day, I will let it out
To give it a reason, to give it its might

That stupid bloody vampire. Fenrir growled, wounds inflicted with silver took awhile to heal. Fenrir was going to make him suffer and experience was on his side. He had fought Vampires with mates before and nothing hurt them more than to see their loved one suffer, especially if they were blamed for it. Fenrir's breathing was hard and shallow. Even as he got the silver out the wounds continued to trickle down his body. He ignored it he had come out worse before. But this Vampire will die and he will die in the knowledge knowing that his precious girl would suffer. The Vampire looked so different form when he entered the house. The change only improved Fenrir's mood, this vampire was a shambles. Then the Vampire reacted to his St Mungos comment, so he was right, he smirked, Fenrir tucked this information away for later use.

The Vampire's reaction to Ella's appearance physically made Fenrir laugh aloud. His bark like chuckles so full of glee. " she screams so nicely " He smirked. The real reason behind her drastic condition was that Ella in the beginning had not been as docile as she was now. In truth she had been a pain. Fenrir had to constantly watch her and she had even managed to escape once or twice, to be dragged back. Fenrir was glad muggleborns were not allowed to learn to apparate. However Fenrir was not going to tell this Vampire that. Ella was nice and docile now, the only reason she was bound for her torture was to stop her from thrashing around.

Fenrir watched with satisfactions as Ella failed to respond to the Vampire's words, it made him chuckle " I don't think she even believes you exist anymore Vampire". Fenrir was in his element this was how he worked and this was such sport and not even the full moon. Fenrir then got the biggest satisfaction yet to have this Vampire nearly beg for Fenrir to hurt him. He laughed mercilessly, his mirth filling the room over Ella's screams. The girl was thrashing, her body spazuming in pain. Fenrir then noticed how hard the Vampire had tried to break free. Again a sense of internal amusement hit him. This vampire was all about trying and failing. " Now now little Vampire, Your turn will come" Fenrir sent him a reassuring smile, one as though a parent was reassuring a child that he would get his treat. The more the vampire tried to threaten him in his position the more Fenrir enjoyed it, Fenrir stood next to the vampire just out of biting distance. Fenrir grinned at the Vampire and pointed at a clock on the wall " she can survive another ten minutes of this before the potion starts to kill " He then moved to Ella's side crouching by her and then again, rather affectionately stroked the hair that had gone in her face as she thrashes " In a few more days she will be mine forever" He smirked this was all to annoy the Vampire, Fenrir held no real affection for her.

The ten minutes trickled by and Ella's screaming and trashing only intensified as the potion spread throughout her body. Fenrir only just casually took gave her antidote just in time. Again forcing his fingers - which weren't exactly clean - in her mouth to force it open and then gave her a drop of the antidote. The girl stopped screaming, still braced against her bindings then completely dropped into them, no longer having the strength or will to move. Her eyes flickered open again. She then saw Kistin, but no light fired in her eyes, she merely looked right through him as though he wasn't there. Ella had stopped trusting her eyes a while back. She looked back at Fenrir with her dead eyes. Fenrir's attention was only on the Vampire. He was doing this to hurt him. Fenrir waved Ella's wand and then Ella's form was thrown against the wall with a sickening thud. She was tossed aside like an old plaything. Fenrir walked forward now on the Vampire " I hope you die in the knowledge that she is going to become like me and serve to me to my every need" he smiled wildly hoping he would get the double meaning. Fenrir hoped to torment him; it would make his death so much more fun. Fenrir picked up Kistin's wand now, eyeing it closely then tossed it aside with the girl. He threw Ella's wand over with it, only holding his own now. He pointed it at Kistin's chest " now how best to kill you". Ella had not moved from the place she had been thrown, her head had collided with the floor and she was unconscious again. He flicked his wand the, his over confidence getting to him and the Vampire's chains melted away, but before anything could happen Fenrir barked " Crucio" pointing the wand at the Vampire this time. He smirked, keeping the smell on him for a long time, before lifting it. " Now you’re going to die" he stated simply and raised his wand again

[KISTIN THEODORE CROSS !]

Kistin Cross[/b]
You know that I'd do anything for you
And my love, let nothing come between us
My love for you is strong and true[/color]

When Kistin heard Fenrir's words, he stood there and said nothing...an amazing feat if there was one. He would not give Fenrir the satisfaction of getting to him anymore than he already had. Ella was all he cared for; Fenrir's snide comments meant nothing now.

As he tried to call her; to gain some recognition, the lack of response obviously whetted Fenrir's appetite for trying to make Kistin doubt himself...and it worked. He wouldn't have blamed her if she had given up waiting for him. He was no "knight in shining armour". He was a Vampire in dirty clothes, judging by his stained coat. He had taken almost a month to get here, and had Fenrir not been so attached to his old home, he would have taken longer. Fenrir needn't know of the shame he felt about taking so long...nor the pain he felt at letting her get into the state she was in. He stood there, refusing to let his eyes leave Ella, feeling the burning sensation of sorrow fill his century-old heart.

He saw her thrash and he fought and fought against the chains...again, the chains buckled, but not enough to allow him freedom. As he heard Fenrir's voice, he fought even more against the chains. He was not going to be patronised by a wolf who was probably about half his age!

However, as Fenrir pointed out how long Ella had to live, Kistin's movements became more forceful, more urgent, more uncertain. When he reached and stroked her hair again, and said what he had to say, Kistin had to respond. He could not restrain himself for that prolonged period of time. "Get your filthy paws off her, wolf." He warned. He knew Fenrir was trying to get to him with his words, and so ignored the comment.

As the time ticked on and Ella's movements got wilder and wilder, so did Kistin's. He couldn't let this happen! The chains were obviously imbued with some extra magic, or something, because try as hard as he may, and pull as hard as he could, the chains continually refused to snap...even when they were within an inch of doing so. When he finally gave her the antidote, Kistin's whole body relaxed, the chains stopped clanging and clinking, as he stood rock still, breathing heavily.

When Ella looked at...no, through...him, Kistin felt almost as if he was dying again. "Ella...?" He asked, gently; tentatively. "Ella?" He asked again, trying to force the layer of water across his blue eyes, back to where it came from. He refused to cry in front of Fenrir, but most of all, in front of her. She needed a beacon of hope and strength...whether she could see it or not, and Kistin was doing his utmost best to be that beacon. He saw the flick of Fenrir's...no, Ella's wand, and then her body being thrown across the wall. Yet again, he struggled against his bindings to no avail. His wild eyes looked directly into Fenrir's as the dog spoke. He bit back a scathing reply, his mind still replaying the scene of Ella being thrown aside.

He felt the tip of a wand just brush against his shirt and realised Fenrir's wand was pointed directly at his heart...but then the chains melted away. This was it! This was what he had been waiting for! However, an unimaginable pain crossed him, and he fought the urge to cry out. He gritted his teeth as he fell to the floor, and forced himself to think of how many times Ella must have faced the spell; at school and here. It somehow made the pain more bearable. He lay there forcing himself to think only of Ella, until the pain ended. His breathing heavy, he looked up at the Werewolf and smiled wryly.

"Au contraire, little Werewolf," He said, using the same manner of speaking as Fenrir had to him, "I have no intention of dying before I'm 200," He said, and was thankful for his speed, as he seemed like almost a blur as he ran and grabbed Ella's body. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing. "And I'm a way off that yet," he continued as if nothing had happened. "...So I'm afraid to disappoint you...but we have somewhere else to be..." As soon as he said this, he ran out of the room, to a fair distance away...and disapparated away from the werewolf...somewhere safe...somewhere where Ella would be okay.