There Will Be Blood [Open]

[eliza]

Diagon Alley. Once a place of safety, the "proper" place for anyone in the wizarding world to shop. Now, though, it had turned into another Knockturn Alley and no one was truly safe to wander the streets unless they held power or were connected to the right people. Being connected to the right people meant everything in the world now. Lord Voldemort was ruler of the wizarding world and those who opposed him...well, they didn't last too long. For Eliza, she was glad to know the right people. It meant no one messed with or questioned her and considering her "sickness," very few ever wanted to mess with her to begin with.

Perhaps today was not the best of days to be strolling amiably through Diagon Alley, but Eliza did not care. Her mood turned quickly, though, when someone shouldered her as they passed by. Their scent lingered on the robe she wore and before they could get three feet away, Eliza had a firm grasp on their arm, and her grip did not loosen when the person slowed down and glared down at her. "What do you want you bloody tart?" the man grumbled down at her, his hand slipping inside the robe that he wore. Before he could even get his hand inside his robe to reach for his wand, Eliza's other hand had snaked out to grab his wrist and jerk it forward, crossing his arms in the process.

"I am not a bloody tart," she growled at him, jerking him down so they were eye-to-eye. "You better watch your mouth if you know what's good for you. And you better think twice about ramming your shoulder into someone." Moving in closer so their faces were just an inch apart, she grinned wide, showing off the oddly pointed canines she possessed. "There will be blood, next time." Releasing him with a shove, she smiled her twisted little smile. It took a moment but the wizard realized in that split second who she was and began to apologize profusely in an attempt to keep his hide. "Run before the full moon comes out." With a laugh she turned and walked away, thrilled with the fact that the wizard would probably leave the country if he could, just to escape what may be death. Cracking her neck, Eliza looked over the windows of what shops were left as she strolled aimlessly down the walkway, wondering what she would do.

She had been right--the full moon would be rising in just a couple of days. And that meant she could indulge. The idea of a group of people running and screaming in absolute fear excited her and her patience was wearing thin. However, she needed to find Bellatrix and see if there was any task she needed to complete for the Dark Queen before the moon was full. Always someone to scare or a rebellious leader to sniff out. Perhaps...just perhaps she would be given the pleasure of finding someone semi-important and slaughtering them during the full moon. Oh, the prospects excited her!

[trenton]

Shifting his weight, Trenton tapped the wood of the counter with his fingers. The dark eyes he'd acquired from his mother bounced from object to object in the store; Trenton was restless. It was only two more days until he'd have to go underground, and stay there while the moon cast it's silvery shadow over the Werewolfs of London. It was a slightly frightening prospect, it always was. Trenton didn't think he'd ever get used to it, nor would he ever expect to.

Bowing his head as a Pureblood came in and requested a book, the Werewolf got straight to the task and trotted over to a stack of books, retrieving what the pureblood needed. He was below the man, this Trenton knew, and so kept his head down and mouth shut unless spoken to. Even as Trenton knew the facts of life now a day, he was angry with it all. Just because he accepted it, did not mean that he liked it, oh no. Those were two completely different terms. When the man left, Trenton relaxed again, muscles going slack and a sigh emerging from his once pursed lips. His foot still tapped, though, to an unheard rhythm. He was still as restless as ever.

Glowering toward the clock, Trenton hesitated to speak to his boss on the matter of his break. He was due for one- in fact, it had been his break time twenty minutes ago. Glancing backward, he noted the fact that his boss was sitting there staring at him, in seemingly annoyed way. "Get out, you bumbling moron." She spoke the words that sealed his freedom, and Trenton left the store at a brisk pace. He'd be back in an hour or so- even though he was a Werewolf, the store was in dire need of help, and wouldn't fire him for taking his full break even if he'd been kept twenty minutes late.

A musky scent made his nostrils flare, eyes widening slightly. That was the scent of another Werewolf. It was almost funny how near the full moon he was able to distinguish his fellow Werewolfs from regular citizens just by their musky odor, though that was all a part of the curse. Turning, he hesitated before approaching the woman. He thought he knew her from somewhere, though it was just a fleeting memory. As soon as he felt the onset of Deja Vu, it was gone.

Trenton stood, most likely looking like an idiot, and waited to be addressed by the woman, looking at her in a way that suggested he was both slightly frightened and curious.

Who was she?

[eliza]

Eliza was about to pull out her wand and apparate out of Diagon Alley and to the outskirts of Riddle Manor, but something else caught her attention. It was not the smell of fear from the fleeing wizard or the frightened gazes from the witches and wizards who shuffled by her. While they were purebloods and considered "high society," she was considered a deadly threat and none of them even dared to say a word about her defiance or threat. They knew what would happen to them if Bellatrix found out...that was, if they were not mauled by Eliza first. Oh no, it were not these things that pulled her attention away from what she was wanting to do. It was that smell. If it was plausible as a human, her eyes would have perked the moment that scent toughed her nostrils. Instead, her eyes had narrowed and she turned, slowly, to gaze about the crowd and find that smell.

It did not take long to find that smell. Mixed in with their familiar scent was that of fright, and that was a scent that Eliza was quite familiar with and also relished in. She knew that it was not one of the werewolves who had served under the Dark Lord. Their scent was quite familiar to her because she had to become acquainted with them once she found herself under the employment of the infamous Bellatrix Black. This was someone new. Someone different. Fresh meat. Oh yes, that thought flashed immediately through her mind. She could tell he was not the "alpha male" type. In fact, if he was, he would not be standing there like a fool, gawking at her so openly.

"What do you want?" she growled over in his direction, her claw-like nails tapping almost impatiently upon her thigh. With the full moon being so near, every little trait that was wolf-like in her human form was enhanced even more. It was a sign of the progression of the change she would soon undergo. His sheer audacity to just stand there and openly gawk was irritating her even more. First, she had to deal with an ignorant, snobby wizard who had thought he had owned the walkway until he smacked into Eliza. Now, she was having to deal with this twit. She was certain that if her day could get any more agitating, it would. How was she to deal with this little werewolf, though? She could just walk away without him giving an answer or she could wait for an answer. Decisions, decisions.

There was one thing that she knew was not keeping her there--her curiousity about whether or not he may have changed her. She could tell by his demeanor he did not have the guts to bite a child and change them. He was too timid now to even be a possible suspect. Well, that was making her decision a lot easier to make. However, she decided to stay, just to see what he wanted and why he was staring like a fool.

[trenton]

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howl at the moon
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Grimicing at his own stupidity, the werewolf stepped to the side gently, tensing his body lightly and leaning his head upward at an angle so slight he knew only an Alpha looking for it would spot the inclination. It showed his jugular to her, a sign that he meant no harm and would fall to her dominance should she request it of him. He was no Alpha, and would never claim to be. Normally, such a show would not be seen in public, in front of those who weren't weres, but it was so close to the full moon that wolf-like tendencies came out in Trenton without the man even thinking about them.

He was clearly nervous, that he wouldn't ever be able to hide in the presence of a creature who, like himself, was rather sensitive to the emotions of others. At the time, being so close to transformation, he knew she'd almost be able to smell his fear. Had he made a mistake in approaching her? Trenton hoped to hell he hadn't- the man couldn't afford hospital bills, and if he made a wrong move around an alpha, that would be unavoidable. Pursing his lips and hunching down in a manner just as slight as the inclination of his neck had been, another body language signal to her that was quite wolfish, Trenton spoke softly. Again, he hoped to god he hadn't approached the wrong werewolf.

"Forgive me, Alphess, I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just attracted to the scent, with the full moon approaching it was almost impossible not to search out another Werewolf ... " He kept his eyes on the ground the entire time, never meeting hers. Those around them would have never guessed at any of the body signals he was sending out, for none of them were Werewolfs themselves, and he didn't think they had kin that were Werewolfs. Besides, the movements were slight, since he wasn't in the actual form. If he were in his Wolf-like form, he would have gotten on his belly and crawled over to her whining and showing his neck and belly. For now, in this blessed human form, the signals he did give would have to suffice.

"I am sorry, if I have disturbed you." His meek voice rang with sincerity, though he knew it would mean little to her. Normally, with these Alpha Werewolfs, it didn't matter to them how sincere you were or what you said; if you were an Omega as he was, your fate was already sealed and had been since you'd been dubbed with the title. Though Trenton didn't like it, as he didn't like Pureblood rule, it was just the way it was, and how it would always be. They were laws of nature, and neither would ever be dispelled easily.

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