I need you now, [Phoenix]

[PHOENIX THOMAS LESTRANGE]

as phoenix raised his wand, excitement bubbled. he couldn't help but smile before uttering the word that had probably been the most used in his old vocabulary. back in his old life, he had tortured numbers of people. at least one of his followers got hit with the spell a day, if not more. he had missed the feeling he had before casting the spell, the feeling that he had complete and utter control. using unforgivable spells meant you had power. phoenix loved power. he lived for power.

danica's pleads only excited him more. he laughed, watching as the curse took effect. she took it the same way many before her had, trying to hold back the screams for the first few seconds. it was a good plan, in one's head, but much harder to execute in reality. when you were feeling like there were a thousand needles being jabbed into your skin, you would eventually scream. he waited, counting the seconds it took her to begin. she had lasted longer than narcissa malfoy had, the first time she had felt the curse. that was most likely because she was partly werewolf though. the greyback had to put up with pain near the full moon. that probably helped her build a bit of a tolerance to pain. but it wouldn't be enough. she would scream.

"twenty seven...twenty eight..." he counted, and he was halfway finished saying twenty nine when she let out her first scream. "silencio." he muttered, making sure no one would hear what was going on there besides the two of them. he paced, watching the girl wither in pain. spell looked like it hurt. he wouldn't know, no one had ever used it on him. they were too afraid.

phoenix wasn't planning on keeping the curse up for too long. after being under the torture for more than two minutes, the victim tended to begin flailing wildly. he couldn't have her do that, it would harm the baby. apparently danica knew what her strengths were too, because she brought up the baby. he let the spell continue for a bit longer after the words had left her lips, and then ended it, abruptly. when one ended the spell slowly, the victim managed to feel soothed afterwards. an abrupt stop would leave them with the tingling pain feeling for hours afterwards. "i think that should teach you to behave. after all, if that happens again, the baby might die. and then i'd be free to use a different unforgivable on you, one that you wouldn't survive." phoenix wasn't going to be stupid enough to crucio her again. he would find other ways to torture the girl, maybe he would even use some muggle ways. if she didn't learn to behave from that, then she really had a death wish.

danica was still lying on the ground, in the fetal position. he walked over, standing right over her and smiled. "now, you may want to get up. the ground is quite dirty, you are going to ruin your robes." now, he was just being an asshole. she was boring him, he needed to do something to spice things up. he was interested to see how she would act towards him now that the spell had been taken off. "we should do that again sometime. it was fun."

[DANICA TYLER GREYBACK]

Danica hated how happy Phoenix looked to be cursing her. To see her withering in pain seemed to make him even happier. Her only hope in her mind was the baby, if she could convince him that this would hurt the baby, which she was completely convinced of at the moment. It took her a few moments to realize that he had stopped. But the pain continued, at a lower degree but still pain none the less.

Danica’s body ached horribly, like she had been beaten. The only other times in her life that she had ever felt so much pain had been every full moon that she could remember, but the moon had always helped her oddly enough, she needed to be out in the moonlight when the full moon was up to relieve a bit of the pain. Now, as she laid outside in the fetal position, the moonlight that shown down on her didn’t do anything except make her head throb more, her eyes not used to going from the darkness to pure white light so quickly.

Oh god if this is how I reacted to this; I might just die having this baby she thought dismally. Just like her mother had died giving birth to her. She couldn’t help but wonder how much pain she would be in. Oh, she wouldn’t deal with it well; she knew that at that moment. She was already annoyed as it was with the child, giving her unpleasant symptoms and driving her up the wall. But at the same moment, she felt grateful for the baby, even if she didn’t want it. It was keeping her alive, and that was all that mattered to her, not the fact that it was her child, just the fact that it was keeping her alive. She heard what he told her, to behave. If she lost the baby, she wouldn’t have a bargaining chip anymore, nothing would keep him from ending her with another one of the unforgivable curses.

She was still in the fetal position, in no mood to move at the moment. She wanted just to lay on the cold wet ground for a moment, it seemed the only safe place at the moment. The only one. She shot Phoenix an evil glare when he spoke about how her robes would be soiled, as he acted like a total ass toward her. She wasn’t sure how to react to him, she felt ready to thank him, and strangle him in the same moment. She sighed lightly and whispered under her breath coldly “I don’t fucking care.”. She forced herself to pick herself up and stand. She did so reluctantly. She wiped off her robes the best she could at the moment, refusing to give Phoenix the pleasure of seeing her in more pain than he already had. He had seen her vulnerable, she hated being vulnerable.

She smirked whenever he said they should do it again, trying to hide any signs of the pain she was in. She placed her hand on her flat stomach. It was flat for the moment at least, she knew before she knew it she’d be huge. She thought about how he was making her go through this, out of intimidation and fear. She was so angry about it she could hardly contain herself. But she forced herself to behave, she didn’t have a death wish, and she certainly didn’t want to be on his bad side. Not at all.

After a few moments of thinking, her hand still on her stomach she said “I hope the fucking baby is just like you Phoenix. Just like you in every way, shape and form.”. She said this coldly, not expressing if she meant it in a good way or a bad way. In all honesty, Danica thought Phoenix was quite attractive, so if the child looked like him she didn’t see that as much as a bad thing. But there were so many things about his personality, that she couldn’t say whether she wanted the child to inherit it or not. Then again, Danica and Phoenix were both cold people, so she supposed the child would end up that way anyway.

She ran her fingers through her hair, making sure it was back in place; as if to ignore him, get on his nerves. She then had a thought and asked “How are we going to do this? The whole pregnancy thing I mean, seeing as I am the one who’s going to be having the baby, we have that one covered. But who are we going to tell that you’re the father? If anyone that is. I won’t be able to hide the fact that I’m pregnant, as you can see I’m not all that big to begin with. We should decide this stuff now, before my pregnancy becomes noticeable.”.

At that moment she realized that if anyone outside the wicked wands knew who the father of the baby was she’d be in danger. Some people didn’t take a liking to Phoenix, in fact some despised him. She didn’t want to end up caught up in the middle because of this whole thing. Damn baby, she thought. This child would change her life, whether she raised it or not, and that was becoming painfully clear.

NOTES:fun fun fun WORD COUNT:889 TAGGED: PHOENIX
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[PHOENIX THOMAS LESTRANGE]

phoenix watched her struggle to stand with a small smile, and then he wiped his face of all emotion, turning it back into the blank pokerface that people knew so well. he was known for looking like he was practically made of stone, it was a gift of his. he didn't want to let on to danica about exactly how much he enjoyed torturing his own follower. if the fact that he had cursed her got back to the wicked wands, they would drop out, scared. he needed the wicked wands, not so much for them, but so he had a communicate to their parents. many of them were former death eaters, people he needed communication with. he couldn't use rabastian all the time, the man was getting older and he couldn't do as much anymore. he hated that his fate depended in a handful of hogwarts students.

"aw, now don't be like that. we wouldn't want your pretty blonde hair to get dirty would we?" he ran his fingers through her wavy hair once, taking advantage of the fact that she was weak and in pain. she wouldn't push him away, because she didn't have the strength to. she was pretty much under his control now.

it was insane, that he was still lusting over her after everything that had happened. back in the day, he would have killed for for that question. now, she got off with a simple crucio, and then he still wanted her? what the hell was his teenage body thinking? it should be able to pick up on the fact that she was wrong, and not want her anymore. he tried to picture her turning into a filthy werewolf, to make the lust go away, but it didn't work. because she didn't change, she only felt like she was. maybe if she was a full werewolf, he would have been able to get away from her. although he never would have slept with her in the first place if she was a full werewolf.

her next words were said coldly, and he had to stop to try and decipher her thought process. did she mean that in a good way, or sarcastically? he was going to place his bets on sarcasm, because he doubted she wanted her child to be like the man who had just tortured her. "well then we are on the same page" he replied, mimicking her tone. his child was going to be exactly like him, the perfect dark lord. his boy would have everything set up and ready for him, he would already have followers, already have power. all his son would have to do was keep that power and rule the world, which his father would have made perfect for him already. his child was so lucky he had a father like phoenix.

phoenix just hoped the boy would look more like him as well. blonde curls wasn't exactly going to be the picture of a dark lord. he could handle the curls, but not the blonde. danica's looks were too innocent, and while it worked for her, it would not work for their son. he needed to intimidate people, and while danica was cold, no one was exactly afraid of her. he, on the other hand, had been squirming from just a look. children were scared of him, and so were teenagers at the school. it was obvious that his son should look like him for the best chance at having power.

phoenix took a moment to think before replying. was there anyone they could tell, someone who it wouldn't affect if he was the father of this child. they couldn't tell arianna, that part was obvious. the bella reincarnation hated danica, and she would flip out if she found out he had been sleeping with her. arianna knew he was sleeping around, but she wouldn't accept the fact that one of his partners was half a werewolf. telling the wicked wands was risky, because having that many people know, one of them could figure out his plan. there were a few brilliant people that followed him, and if they discovered it, they would tell danica. not to mention, the fact that he was going to be a father would take out some of the power he held over them.

"tell whoever you want that you are pregnant. it doesn't matter, because everyone will be able to see it eventually. but as for who knows about the father..." he trailed off, trying to think up an ending for his sentence. "we tell no one. if someone asks, you say you don't know who the father is. that should be easy enough, people will believe you. most of the school thinks you are a whore."

[DANICA TYLER GREYBACK]

Danica was not in a good position, and she would admit it to herself. She was too weak and in pain to attempt to do anything. She hated this, she felt like she was a child again, to young and small to be able to do anything useful for herself or her father, to fight off anything, or to do anything for that matter. She hated the feeling of uselessness. If something or someone no longer had a purpose, get rid of it. So whenever Phoenix ran his fingers through her hair she couldn’t push him away. She wasn’t going to waste what strength she had on this, even if she did it would be futile, she wouldn’t be able to accomplish the feat anyway. She replied sarcastically “Oh of course we wouldn’t.”. She didn’t care about getting dirty especially at that time of night, there were things like water and soap that would do wonders on those things.

She kept a blank face whenever Phoenix responded to her comment about the child, almost copying her tone exactly. She herself couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, but she was almost certain he was. She thought over it again, did she really mind if the child was just like Phoenix? It wasn’t like she intended to raise their son, so what would it matter to her if the child took after Phoenix. Though originally she had said it out of anger, she really didn’t see the harm. She answered back coldly though truthfully “We are indeed.”.

Danica had wondered who she could trust at that moment. For her to trust someone it took a lot, and very few had earned it. These few included her own father and Phoenix. She would hardly believe it if either of them would betray her, even after Phoenix had just used a curse on her. She couldn’t imagine him betraying her. She decided in that moment she wouldn’t tell anyone of that night, not even about the Cruciatus Curse that had just been inflicted on her. No, she wouldn’t tell anyone that. She listened to his answer intently; she agreed that she could tell people about the pregnancy. What was the use hiding it if it would come out anyway? It wasn’t like she could hide the fact.

The break in his sentence made Danica a bit nervous, but she was happy he was taking the time to think about it. Think about who they could trust, or more than likely who he could trust with the father’s identity. His final answer worked for her, no one could know. She couldn’t help but grin when he said the school thought she was a whore. This grin was a mischievous one, oh she was happy about that fact.

Most people would be offended about such a comment, and deep down, she wasn’t sure if she was or not, but this worked for her. She could just imagine the looks on the faces on the men she had had sex with recently, thinking that they could possibly be the father. Oh, that would be great fun she thought. Plus, her sleeping habits would come in handy with this situation. No one would question the fact that multiple people could be the baby’s father, and with her not knowing who the father was she doubted too many would question it. One of the things Danica loved about her appearances, they made her seem so sweet and nice, but few could imagine the pleasure she was having from these thoughts of the cruelty.

She let out a small laugh, her mischievous smile still on her face. She said “You sure know how to compliment a person.”, her tone considering the situation might not have fit as sarcastic as it may have seemed in her cold tone. She meant it though, this would be brilliant. This thing made her mind slip off the baby, and onto thing she enjoyed more so. She couldn’t hide her delight to see people confused. Oh what fun. She said “I could just kiss you right now Phoenix…” she smirked before continuing “… but I won’t.”. She was still too weak and pain to do anything, but the thoughts of the mayhem and confusion that would erupt seemed to lessen the pain, if only in her mind.

NOTES: loving this thread WORD COUNT:724 TAGGED: PHOENIX
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[PHOENIX THOMAS LESTRANGE]

this baby was going to be the perfect child. he would be a little stronger than most, because of his werewolf blood, which even though it disturbed phoenix that his son wouldn't be completely normal, it worked out fine. the blood would keep his son nice and strong. rabastian would train the boy everyday, teaching him magic and dark spells, so that when the boy entered hogwarts, he would already know more than some of the professors there. his son would get a group of students together, and they would talk about how they would take over the wizard world once he, the boys father, died. the boy would be ruthless, cruel and cold, but brilliant. the perfect weapon. no one would expect a boy to take over the world.

it still bothered him however, that he couldn't tell what danica was thinking. why would she want her child to be just like him, when he had just used an unforgivable curse on her? most would no want their child to be like that. was she trying to be sarcastic, or was she just outright lying? he couldn't tell, from that blank face and cold tone. maybe she meant in appearance? it was obvious she liked the way he looked. all the girls did, they fawned over him. it had been pure luck that he had come back attractive. good looks always helped.

he was surprised when danica seemed to enjoy that he called her a whore. in most cases, girls didn't like that. arianna certainly would have freaked out and most likely cursed him. although, danica and arianna were very different. maybe the werewolf enjoyed people knowing that she slept around, because then they would come to her. arianna wasn't really a whore. she slept with him, and only him, because she had some strange mindset that told her that she loved him. it was really a bit pathetic, her thinking he was capable of love. all he loved was power. "anything for you." he replied, although his tone said otherwise.

it was strange, how a girl could be tortured and then still be a complete tease. what was wrong with this girl? back in the day, after being tortured, people just cried, or thanked him over and over for hours. some of them had asked for death, so the torture would end. but danica, she was teasing him. "aren't you a riot?" he replied, taking a kiss for himself anyway, just to prove that he could take whatever he wanted.

[DANICA TYLER GREYBACK]

After a moment of letting her happiness at the thought of confusion be known she could see how odd it might have been seeing as he had just called her a whore. How could she hide her approval of seeing so many people in confusion and slight horror? It felt wrong in her mind to hide such a glorious occasion as the one she was planning in her mind. But she wouldn’t tell anyone the fact, no wouldn’t ruin the pleasure that she would get from seeing it happen as it happened? It would she decided, at that moment she’d rather look insane then explain her thought process. Just this once. Whenever he said anything for you she knew he didn’t mean it, especially by his tone.

She let her mind lip off the baby, and onto herself. She enjoyed the fact that people knew she slept with others, if she rejected them, she knew a few of them wondered why she had rejected them if she had slept with so many others. She knew what she looked like, and she knew guys wanted her. But it was fun making them want her, even the mudbloods and halfbloods. She might not ever sleep with one, btu it sure felt nice to be wanted by them none the less. Beyond popular myth, she did sleep only with purebloods. That was one of her very very few standards, but it was one none the less. Her looks made people much easier to manipulate, and string them along. Oh being beautiful and being so cold worked just fine for Danica, just fine.

Whenever he kissed her Danica couldn’t help but smirk, he must be trying to prove some point she thought. She was enjoying teasing him, she enjoyed it, maybe a bit too much. She pulled her arm up, using what little strength she had to push Phoenix away, which gave her a few moments of intense pain, she was still quite sore. With a smile on her face she said “Now where’s the fun in that Phoenix? I tell you no, you decide yes. Naughty, naughty, naughty.”. She wagged her finger as if she was scolding him. She then turned around, her back facing him as she took a few steps off imagining how fun all of this would be, driving some boys mad with her not knowing who the father of the baby was. She couldn’t wait to see their faces, oh priceless. At the moment she wanted to see how Phoenix would respond, at that she wanted to prove a point, she would be well behaved but she wasn't going down without a fight if the time came. She wanted him to know that at least.

NOTES: loving this thread WORD COUNT:444TAGGED: PHOENIX
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[PHOENIX THOMAS LESTRANGE]

phoenix wanted to know what the curse felt like. he had never had it performed on him, as people hadn't been stupid enough to challenge him back when he was the dark lord. they had had the opportunity, but they all wimped out in the end. he was too intimidating, too powerful for them. back in the old days, people had compared him to being satan on earth. now, he thought that was going a little far, but it had been flattering. people worshipped satan, and even some who swore they hated the devil would cower before him and oblige to his each and every will. if he had all that power, he would certainly kill the muggles. quickly. saving only the best for later torture.

he could see it now, phoenix lestrange, minister of magic. he would have women wanting him everywhere, men wanting to serve him. he would sleep all day, and spend the night ordering his followers to kill the muggles, or mudbloods, or whatever foul creature they managed to get their hands on. vampires, yes. halfbreeds, of course. werewolves, definitely. he smirked at danica, wondering how she would feel when she discovered her entire family had been murdered. at his hands. fenrir greyback was an abomination to the earth. he needed to be destroyed. danica, maybe she would live a little longer than the rest. after all, she would be the mother of the new dark lord. his mini-me. his son could do whatever he would please. 'name him lord voldemort jr he thought, with a grin.

anger flared through phoenix quickly when she pushed him away. this girl had been tortured, why wasn't she scared? why didn't she allow him to do what he wanted with her, after all, he could curse her again. instead, she was wasting the precious little strength she had to push him away from a simple kiss. "there's plenty of fun. what's the fun in playing hard to get?" he approached to where she stood with her back turned to him and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing his hands on her stomach. soon, evil would be growing there.

[DANICA TYLER GREYBACK]

Danica was often commented on her large ‘family’, if you could even call it that. It was true, she did have seven half siblings, half being the big word. They were only related to Danica through her father, who was the only family Danica felt she truly had. Her mother had died after having her, and her grandparents had been disgusted over her before she was even born, and had never come looking for her. Her siblings were nothing to her, just a few mistakes that her father had made. Not that she saw herself as a mistake, if she had been one, her father could have just left her to die. She had been only an infant after all; she knew that she wouldn’t have survived had her father not saved her. She had convinced herself of this, ever since she was little.

Her father wasn’t very affectionate or kind for that matter, meaning Danica always had to try her hardest to make him proud, and to show the tiniest bit of affection. This caused her to not have much of a relationship with her siblings, whenever they would be with her and their father, Danica would be filled with jealousy. She was a jealous person by nature, and when it came to her father’s affection and attention she couldn’t have enough, when something got in the way of that, she tried to eliminate it. So her siblings didn’t stay with the pair all that long, which worked just fine for her. At Hogwarts, the only siblings she would even have a real relationship with was those sorted into Slytherin. Even then, they didn’t really mean anything to her. If anything happened to them, she really wouldn’t care all that much. If something happened to them, it wouldn’t matter. They were nothing to her, the only thing they shared was some DNA, but losing her father was something else entirely. He was the one thing in her life she wasn’t sure what she’d do if she lost him.

Had she known of Phoenix’s plan to eradicate her father, and herself she was sure she would never agree to carrying his child. She’d lose the child in an instant, no matter what the consequence that would ensue. Though the same might be said if she knew Phoenix’s plan for their son. His idea was far from anything she could have thought, though she didn’t know who he truly was, only that he was Phoenix Lestrange, that was who she knew him as. She’d never have the slightest idea that he was anything else.

Whenever Phoenix had smirked at her before she had turned around and walked the few steps she had, she had been wondering what he could possibly be smirking about. The weak position she was in? Oh, she wanted to now, but if she did, maybe she wouldn’t have wanted to know. As she walked the few steps, though the pain did move through her body she kept her head held high. Just like when she had been scared, she wouldn’t let it show, or at least, she’d attempt to hide it. After only five steps she had to stop, if only for a moment. Walking and keeping your posture when you were in pain was not something she would recommend, but she was also stopping to see how Phoenix would react. The worst thing he could do was curse her she thought, wasn’t much worse he could do.

Though in her mind whenever he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, that was worse. She wanted him, to kiss him, have more sex in that instant. This closeness, him touching her, and her hormones that were already out of whack started screaming at her. She tried to think of her response to what he had asked. His hands on her stomach only caused her to be more confused on how to act. He had gotten her pregnant, he had insulted her, threatened her life. She tried to do anything to turn her off, thinking of how big she would be because of the child, how much pain she would be in because of this man. But even that couldn’t seem to make her want him less. She let out a sigh of agitation, at both him and her hormones. She knew that it would be futile to push him away again, a waste of her strength.

She turned her head to looking over her shoulder at him. Her light blue eyes staring daggers into him, not making her intent clear before she kissed him. It was a short quick kiss before she pulled after a moment. She said mocking his statement from earlier “Playing hard to get is fun, especially when you aren’t human. At least two of us here aren’t human.”. She showed no fear when saying that statement because she didn’t care how he would react. No, she needed to say that. Give him a taste of his own medicine, even though she herself had been hurt by his comment in the first place. She hated referring to the child as an actual person, but it wouldn’t work to the full effect if she didn’t. Also, she just wanted to bring up the fact that their child wouldn’t be human, no. It would be one-fourth werewolf, and if he wanted to insult her, he would be insulting his own child. Take that Phoenix she thought, maybe that would make him think twice about making her keep the baby, or even just get off her before her hormones led her to do something she would regret. They were making this unbarable for her, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be cursed rather than this or not, she just knew that she couldn’t take it much longer.

NOTES:had fun with this one WORD COUNT:987 TAGGED: PHOENIX
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[PHOENIX THOMAS LESTRANGE]

phoenix would enjoy killing the greyback family. fenrir greyback had never been a true ally to him, he was a servant that was needed yes, but never a death eater. he had not been branded, because of his werewolf blood. even without the beast in his blood however, fenrir never would have been loyal. the man was focused on money, and he had never done a thing to show phoenix he was anything more than a greedy coward. he had only ever done one thing to benefit him when he was the dark lord, and that was bring harry potter to malfoy manor. and even that plan had not come through properly. disloyal followers meant plans would fail. fenrir had caused his failure. he would die for that.

perhaps fenrir would be the first death to create his horcrux in this body. it would not be a repeat of last time however, making many horcruxes that disfigured and destroyed him from the inside out. in this life, phoenix needed his appearance, and his mind fully intact. he would make one horcrux, perhaps two. things no one would find, and no one would guess that he had split his soul. maybe his son would be his horcrux. or maybe, he would make danica one. she wouldn't even guess that she had a piece of him inside of her. he grinned. killing the girls father in front of her to shove a piece of himself inside her body. it would tear her to pieces. it would be perfect.

this plan would have to wait though. it was one thing at a time. first of all, he had to win over the wicked wands and turn them against marsallia. then, he needed rabastian to become the guardian of his child. maybe after he had the full support and the child, he could move in on killing people. right now, he just couldn't make a move that stupid. if he was caught and discovered as lord voldemort, everything would go downhill. he would have the ministry out trying to kill him, harry potter would be after him, his wicked wands would abandon him and nothing would go right. it had to be kept a secret.

phoenix felt like he was losing himself in this new body. he had too many limits, and it was taking him away from who he was. he couldn't kill, he could rarely torture, and he had all these hormones going wild on him. he couldn't tame bellatrix, he didn't have followers, and there were no horcruxes. this had to change fast. the old him would never even think about touching a werewolf, even a gorgeous blonde half werewolf.

his hands were on her stomach, where his son would be growing. he told himself that he was doing this to string her along so he could keep an eye on his son. back in the old time, he knew when he was being deceived. but right now, he couldn't tell that he was lying to himself. he didn't realize the fact that he wasn't in it just for his child. he wanted her. he wanted to have sex with her. she had an effect on him, one he couldn't help. when she glared at him, he pressed himself closer to her. he wanted her so badly.

then she kissed him, and he desperately wanted that to last. her lips were sweet, and perfect, and he wanted to continue, to go on. but she ripped them away from him, and he almost growled in disappointment. just for the baby. he told himself. her words were true, she and the baby both wouldn't be human. "bullshit, you're just being a bitch." was his response. why was he putting up with this? like she had said, she wasn't even human. why didn't he just knock up bella, she'd do what he wanted. but he wanted this kid. he kissed her neck, to distract both of them. phoenix didn't want to admit he wanted her.

[DANICA TYLER GREYBACK]

Danica had grown up learning about her father’s past, about Lord Voldemort and the death eaters. She had always been fascinated learning about these stories as a child, about the man who was so powerful and struck fear in the hearts of so many people’s hearts. Her father was a very conceited man, often gloating about how he brought Harry Potter to the Malfoy Manor, of course, he never explained to her that the mission had ended badly. She saw her father as her idol, not knowing of his faults and grave mistakes. How could she? She believed very few people, and her father was one of them.

She had never really considered losing her father, he was just so big in her mind. Invincible was another word she might have used when it came to her father. Though she knew that a simple killing curse could end him, but he would never die, would he? If he did, Danica knew she wouldn’t want to be there, she knew she would be broken instantly. Everything she had known would be gone. One way to truelly get at Danica was through her father. She never forgot an insult about her father, she would hold that grudge until she died, no earlier.

Danica was too far gone at that moment as she knew it. She knew that in only a few moments, she wouldn’t have any control of herself, her hormones would take over and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop herself. After the short kiss she had shared with him her body begged for more. She hated that she couldn’t control her feelings or emotions at that moment. Having no control was never a good thing, Danica knew that very well. Her anger was one of the few emotions she couldn’t contain, and right now her want she couldn’t deny either. Damn you Phoenix she thought angrily. She hardly ever lost herself this much. Danica was known for her composure unless she was angry, but her hormones were out of whack, and they seemed so much more demanding.

As Danica glared at him, she felt him pull himself closer to her. Oh this was too much for her. She wished he would just let her go so she could collect herself, find something to say, and lose these intense desires she was feeling. He seemed to be doing the opposite of her wishes, closing the gap between them, causing her to go light headed, losing her senses. She hoped her words about her and their child would be enough for him to let her go, in disgust or just anger. There was no such lucky for Danica, he didn’t relinquish his grip on her, all he said was a few harsh words. They weren’t the harshest words that had ever been thrown her way, so they didn’t faze her. She said coldly trying to hide her want and need from escaping through her words “I’m glad I’m a bitch.”.

She tried to tell herself she didn’t want him, that he didn’t mean something to her. But she knew she was lying to herself, if he didn’t mean anything to her then she wouldn’t have been so hurt by the comment about her not being human. She wouldn’t be feeling like this. She was almost at her breaking point when Phoenix kissed her neck. She couldn’t take it anymore. She turned completely around to face him. She stared at him menacingly for a moment before saying “I hate you Phoenix Lestrange with every fiber in my god damn body.”. Then, letting her instincts take over, wrapped her arms around his waist, closing any gap between them and kissed him. She couldn't break this kiss, no, her want and need at that moment wouldn't allow it. She wanted him, and she knew it all too well.

NOTES:oh what fun WORD COUNT:646TAGGED: PHOENIX
Lyrics to Lady Antebellum, picture to MISS .C <3 @ caution, template by me

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[PHOENIX THOMAS LESTRANGE]

the feeling of her body against his was making his hormones go wild. how had he abstained from sex for his entire life back then? phoenix silently thanked fate for allowing him to have another chance to live, so he could experience sex. it was driving him up the wall, but it felt so good. his arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, keeping her from breaking away from him. there was no way he was going to let her get away. she might be stronger than most girls because of her werewolf blood, but he was still stronger. he just needed her there for a few more moments, and she would be his. she couldn't resist him, she would have left after he cursed her if she had.

phoenix wondered if having sex when she was pregnant was a bad idea. as much as he wanted to, his son was more important. his child needed to be perfect, with not a thing wrong with him. if anything was, it would be a weakness that could be used against him. they couldn't afford a weakness, because someone always discovered a weakness. harry potter had been his weakness, and they knew that and used the boy against him. that was the reason he was defeated last time. he couldn't afford that this time.

phoenix hadn't really thought the word would phase her, and he wasn't surprised when it didn't. in slytherin, that word got thrown around like it was a football. the girls who were bothered by it quickly learned to get over it. there was a lot of name calling in the house, and bitch, among words such as slut and whore, were used daily. danica had probably had the word said to her daily, because a lot of the girls didn't like her. she was a half werewolf, which immediately turned people off. but she was also pretty, and got with a lot of the top standard slytherin boys. girls didn't like that. "well, it's good that you like it." he replied, wondering how many girls would be talking behind danica's back when they discovered she was pregnant. if they had known the baby was his, the entire slytherin house would probably hate her. after all, he was a pretty sought after boy.

when she turned around, he gripped her harder, in case she planned on getting away. she had been playing hard to get with him since they had sex, and he wasn't about to let that continue. he grinned at her, even though she was glaring daggers straight at him. and when she spoke, the grin just widened. he was about to reply when her lips were on his, and he paused in surprise for a moment before joining the kiss. it lasted for seconds that felt like forever, and he pulled away after a moment. "i can live with that." he replied in a whisper, and then put his lips back on hers. he had her right where he wanted her.

[DANICA TYLER GREYBACK]

Danica hated herself, and hated the way Phoenix made her feel about herself. He made her feel like some sort of monster, like she didn’t deserve every breath she’d ever taken from the moment she had been born. Though Danica wouldn’t admit it, sometimes she felt that way herself. Her own life had come at the expense of her mother’s own. She had been the person to kill her. She had always saw herself as a murderer for this fact, no matter what people said she would always be a killer in her mind. Nothing would ever change that. Phoenix made her feel useless and weak, two things she strived not to be. He made her feel like she was nothing, the garbage of hogwarts, like she felt about the mudbloods that littered the school. But Danica couldn’t hide her attraction to him, she couldn’t make it disappear, hide it no matter how hard she tried.

Danica couldn’t hide her surprise when he ended the kiss. It had been to short, she wanted more, it took all she had not to growl at this. As soon as he resumed the kiss she seemed to calm down again, it seemed too good to her. She was angry at him. Pure hatred filled her at the moment, but her hormones were in control at the moment and she couldn’t do anything. She moved her hands from his waste to running them through his hair. Oh god, she thought as she kissed him. She wanted him now more than ever but at that moment she knew she needed to end it that moment, but that was a hard decision. Saying no to sex, might be a first for her. No muggleborn or even halfblood had ever come close. Pureblood and male was her only requirements. Saying no had never really popped into her head before now. She needed a way out and fast, though she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to pull herself away anymore. It was too much, way too much. Finally she made a decision.

Danica ended the kiss, only for a moment taking a breath and saying in a tone barely over a whisper “Well I’m glad you can.”. She kissed him again, moving her fingers through his hair once more before ending the kiss abruptly only a few moments after starting it. She looked at him, mischief clear in her eyes. She smirked and said sweetly “Now let me go.”. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before looking at him, a smirk placed on her lips, clear satisfaction beaming from her. She knew she wanted more, but she wouldn’t let herself have it. She would attempt to get out of his grip, but she didn’t see a need to do so at the moment. She had little strength, the little curse she had endured earlier had ensured that. She was in no position of control at the moment. He clearly had her in a tough position, a position of which he was in power over her. Now, she didn’t enjoy that or like it one bit. She then said as if to change the subject “What do you think of Aiden?”. Of course might not have a clue to what she was asking. During the small moment between when she had demanded he let her go and when he had actually said the statement she had thought of names for the baby, and that question seemed perfect to change the subject so abruptly.

NOTES:oh what fun WORD COUNT:588TAGGED: PHOENIX
Lyrics to Lady Antebellum, picture to MISS .C <3 @ caution, template by me

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[PHOENIX THOMAS LESTRANGE]

kissing danica felt so good. every time her lips here on his, the hunger gnawing at him stopped, and he forgot everything about making evil plans, or killing people. she ended the kiss, and he was about to complain but before he could even say a word her lips were on his again. they were teasing one another. he thought he was finally going to get somewhere with her, a kiss that was unbroken, but she pulled away again, and told him to let her go. for a second, he didn't say a word. he didn't want to let her go. but that was his hormones speaking, and he needed to stop listening to those. if he let her go, he'd show her he didn't need her. and he didn't. after all, he was lord voldemort. he didn't need anyone. so he took her hands from around her waist and stepped back a few paces.

he didn't understand her next words for a moment, and then he remembered. the baby. she was talking about naming their son. he had thought that because she didn't want her child, she wasn't going to bother taking part in the naming process. he should have guessed that she would though, after all, the only reason people bought pet rats or toads was to name them, and then leave them alone. he had already chosen his name, phoenix jr. but maybe he should give her idea some thought. after all, if he named his child phoenix and then became the dark lord, it wouldn't be hard to figure out who's child the boy would be. especially if he ended up being a carbon copy of him in appearance.

he thought about it. aiden lestrange. it could work, after all, people would just assume he was rabastian's. phoenix wasn't going to spend too much time with the child until it was old enough to comprehend who exactly his father was, and even then he would have more of a professor/student relationship with him. phoenix considered the name, and the only downfall of changing it away from phoenix, is that the child may not understand who his father was. he would probably think rabastian was his father, because that was who was going to raise him. which meant that he would not listen to him properly. how could he fix that? "as long as the child's middle name is phoenix. our family always gives the child a middle name after a parent, depending on the gender."

argh, sorry that sucked.

[DANICA TYLER GREYBACK]

Danica was surprised slightly when he released her. She couldn’t say at that moment that she hadn’t wanted to be released, but she had expected there to have been a bit of a response, next to her release of course. She didn’t let her thoughts show through though. She ran her fingers through her hair as if straightening it out and did the same with her robes, so she didn’t have to look at his face for the moment. She knew it would be too much for her to bear at the moment. It had taken a lot for her to stop herself, she needed a moment to calm down herself, get her emotions under control.

After taking this moment she looked back to him, taking a few steps away from him first. When she did she saw confusion on his face whenever she had brought up naming the baby Aiden, perhaps she could have been more clear, but a distraction had been needed at the moment and the thought had just come to mind. The child would need a name, whether she named it or not wasn’t truly her concern at the moment it was simply a thought. If she was to name the child, she’d have to have a name in mind at least. She had immediately ran the names she knew through her head and randomly decided one she liked, Aiden. She would like to know his thoughts, if he had any at all that was. He seemed to have an interest in this child, their child, whether he was willing to admit it or not.

Whenever Phoenix said that was fine, but his name would be the child’s middle name, that it was a sort of tradition, she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. She’d never taken him for the tradition type, but she supposed it didn’t mean his family wasn’t. She thought for a moment, Aiden Phoenix Lestrange. It sounded good to her."Fine, Aiden Phoenix Lestrange will be his name.” she said in her emotionless tone as usual. It wouldn’t even be her baby, or her problem after it was born anyway. Why should she care about the name?

NOTES:sucks sorryWORD COUNT:dunno, short 588TAGGED: PHOENIX
Lyrics to Lady Antebellum, picture to MISS .C <3 @ caution, template by me

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