The Crimson Tie that Binds, and Eventually Strangles (Avery)

[BLYTHE T. D'EATH]

Blythe couldn’t stand the harsh winters of Scotland. As far back as she could remember she always detested the winter season in Scotland, soon as they were dismissed for the winter holiday she was quick to hurry to the station eager to go home where the holidays where spent in tropical climates. Currently it wasn’t the cold that annoyed her. Well she could still feel the chill in the air, she could still see it in brought to sight in the breath of the live inhabitants that filled the streets of Hogsmeade, each precious breath caught, by the puff of midst it created.

Naturally her looks, made her stand out, as one could stare at Blythe for hours on in, and not see a single cloud of anything part from her ruby red lips, which was because she didn’t need breath and if she did feel the need to fake a breath there was no inner heating system to transform that gulp of cold air into mist.
The cold didn’t affect Blythe the way it did others, Blythe didn’t need to be dressed in layers she didn’t suffer cold as others did. Truly it had been several decades since the effects of frost bite was a concern for her. Avoiding the curious glances from the students of Hogwarts whom were hopefully on their way home, her hazel eyes scanned the group with a bored disdained look, her eyes cuing for an adult amongst the influx of heads that seemed to swarm in, within the last fifteen minutes.

She was meeting a professor there whose name was scribbled on a scrap of a paper, well that normally would not bring her forth to question him, she after all was not an auror, hopefully he would not be defensive, she was just wondering if he knew why his name had been found scribbled down on a bit of parchment in the back pocket of a beheaded vampire, a beheaded vampire whom was attempting to send his half-blooded son to the school that the Good Professor taught..

She catching a few more linger looks this time a group of older boys who had collected and where not speaking in undertones till an apparently a deal was made and the pack broke with the apparent brave one walking up to her where he asked not subtly at all.. IF she was full or half.. Her eyes narrowed she tilted her chin and smiled softly..

“I’m a bit more Full than you are.. I can smell the mud that is the bane of someone’s existence, I certainly hope you haven’t been lying to your ittle friends spinning pretties to gain favor, those lies only go so far, Eventually someone will now better.. But I’ll be kind I won’t say a word if you don’t say a word. Be off now your grating my fragile nerves “

Blythe watched as the boy visibly paled no doubt imagining what would befall him if she divulged his little secret, She watched him slink away, explaining to his friends that she refused to tell which was in some since true.. She wondered if it was the first bit of truth they had heard all day from him. Watching the pack slink off shoulders slamming into a tall dark haired man, something that made the ring leader shrink in recognition, she watched as the boy made his apologies to the professor.

“Professor Avery?”
Blythe asked softly, her critical glance coming over his features her glance taking in various details about the man who stood before her. Everything she saw made her body tense up and tighten with each detail she took. It was his facial structure that reminded her greatly of cousins, the profile of the Avery clan had not changed much over the years just as she was sure that even though the blood line had long diminished ages ago she looked every bit of the Rosier women who’s beauty was still evident on her face even though she was now nothing of the girl she once was.


Tag:Avery
Words: Don't matter
Notes: Avery is joining, but it is open if someone else would like to pop in. More the merrier.

[SLOAN AVERY]

Sloan approached his desk and then took a seat behind it he then saw what appeared to be an envelope with his name etched across the front as he turned it over he saw the wax used to close the envelope, he paused for a brief moment and said to himself " this has to be some sort of trickery" because the family that used this crest had long since passed.Sloan opened the envelope and pulled out the parchment on the letter was a simple message that read "Meet Me, We Need To Talk" Scratched along the bottom was the meeting place.

Sloan took to the meeting place, wich his destination was the station in Hogsmead, who he was to meet was still a mystery,but that didn't matter to Sloan what did matter was someone was using his families crest wich bothered him,Dressed to brave the bone chilling weather in his his long black trench coat trimmed in royal green and his house scarf. As he walked through the snow a bunch of students brushed past him but one was unfortunate enough to bump into him, as Sloan glared at the student with an intense look the boy coward in fear and scurried away as Sloan turned he heard a dainty voice call out to him.

Sloan turned to meet the gaze of a woman who's skin was as pale as the morning snow and who's lips glistend as red as blood these traits did not bother the young professor, what did is the fact that in the moments they had locked eyes she had not taken a single breath if she had Sloan would have seen it on the air, as he saw his breath before him. Sloan shook his coat to remove the fallen snow from it's surface he then spoke in an irritated manner " who are you? And why do you feel you can request my presence" no less use my families seal.

Sloan approached the woman with caution keeping his wand at the ready in his pocket if need be. But something about this women didn't scream danger if any thing she seemed as if she needed help with something, was this something only Sloan could help with is that why she had summoned him to this meeting. Sloan thought to himself before making his next move he then asked the women " have we meet before?" The women's appearance kept dreadging up memories of his family why was this Sloan needed answers.

[BLYTHE T. D'EATH]

Looking at Sloan Avery she found herself caught off guard it was as if she had a mirror that directed her back in time to a time and a place she had long sense tried to write off as dead. His features reminded her so much of her cousin it was like looking at one of those living photographs or those portraits that hung on walls of the ministry. One of those portrait that she purposely refused to look at because she knew the anger she felt when she looked upon those whom she had once upon a time called family.

Blythe wanted to advert her glance but she was unable to do so she was simply captivated looking into the same almond shape eyes with hazel tones that was so much like her own. His cold tone and expression reminding her of her own expressions when she was annoyed.

Her curious eyes took him in as he shook dusting off the layers of fresh fallen snow, she took in the knowledge that he looked uncomfortably cold, and annoyed at being brought out at the hour, and in the inclement weather.

“I’m presuming your Professor Avery?”

Blythe answered softly her crisp speech, and perfect annunciation spoke of a privileged upbringing that focused on such details as perfect speech, his appearance looking clean and polished but she noticed there was a sort of comfort in his appearance that her own lacked she was suited up, and polished as always but with her as always modesty was key just like it was for all pureblood raised women knee length skirt, and blouse both fitted, and tailored to flatter her already alluring physique her clothing cut to perfection and arranged to teeter that line of modesty and sex appeal giving just enough away to instigate a look.

A perfectly curved brow arched at his inquiry if they have known each other prior. Her polished ruby red lips broke into a heart breaking smile as she answered honestly. “ I believe not.. I’m not the sort that one dismisses so easily.. Some faces are made to make forgetting practically unlikely. I do say yours is as well. “

Eyeing him easily her gaze flickered to his wand and his hand and that sweet smile broke a bit wider. “ Please if I was going to attack you.. I’d do it more privately where there was a need to ‘deal’ with witnesses. So please relax ‘that’ hand or your force me to think I’m the one in danger, and I dare say I’ll be forced to do something unpleasant.” She chuckled darkly and added with an edge of ominous tartness.. “ Well unpleasant for you at least. ” And as if to put emphasis on her words very slowly her lip opened just a crack enough to expose two very sharp little fangs.

“ I’m Blythe D’eath, I reserve the right to call on whomever I wish.. Tonight it is you.. I have questions concerning a deceased creature who had a parchment with your name on it.. So naturally I’m curious if the ‘man’ before me is A. either a predator, or prey”

[SLOAN AVERY]

Though her pretentious attitude, Sloan knew she ment business when she said-she had the right to call on whomever she pleased-.Sloan wasn't a simple man in the least and knew further agitation of this creature before him would cause her to attack.He loosened the death grip he had on his wand and drew his hand slowly from his pocket as not to startle this women.Noticing the intense chill on the wind as it aggressively nipped at the exposed skin on his face so galently he suggested "Shall we get out of this weather" knowing the chill had no effect on the living dead girl in his presence,the suggestion was more to benefit him for he could not bare to stand the chill of winters touch for a moment longer.

On passing the women to enter the building, into where they were to hold their conversation he caught her name.-Blythe D'eath- she had murmured under her dead breath as Sloan processed her name in his mind he couldn't shake the strange feeling that he knew the name or possibly knew the holder of the name,Either way it was time to get down to business for they had a lot to talk about apparently.He then took a seat and crossed his legs and with an ominous glare he smirked and said "so what do I owe the pleasure of this little gathering?".Sloan had known what had sparked his interest it was the seal so Sloan pulled the envelope from his jacket pocket and held it in her line of sight and demanded"Where did you get the stamp to make this seal?" He waited from Blythe to come up with a feesable answer before he decided to pull his wand and obliterate the creature that stood before him. 

[BLYTHE T. D'EATH]

The moment she saw his wand lower she relaxed slightly at the knowledge that she could indeed remove his jugular before he could lift that wand to obliterate a fly much less her. After all what fun would a conversation be with a stack of ash, she figure it would be as much fun as her attempting to decipher words from gurgling bubbling sounds from an open juggler truly the two must play nice to get anywhere.
She eyed the location she in which he was suggesting they go due to his inability to handle a bit of snow. She knew this was exactly what it meant to compromise as she was perfectly fine where they were but as it seemed being a bleeder and a male meant he needed to warmth to hold a conversation, and answer a few questions of hers.

With a long drawn out sigh and a roll of her eye. “Certainly, I’m sure your cold with your coat and all.” Blythe issued bluntly obviously not comprehending his discomfort. Following him she took a seat at one of the tables where occupants from the station sat. She crossed her long legs in the graceful delicate manner of a butterfly closing their wings.

“As I’ve mentioned before already. I found your name on a scrap of parchment of a dead vampire, I was wondering if you would know why your name was found in the possession of a deceased vampire..”

As he produced the parchment that held a seal she frowned and snatched it from his grasp, and eyed it with an annoyed sigh.. “ bloody human’s and their inability to remain focused freaking out about a bloody spot of wax..” Her eyes flickered annoyingly at the seal and back at him and then with a glare of contempt she tossed the envelope back on the table mere centimeters from where his hand still stood outreached.

“I’ve got a careless assistant, Bloody moron apparently got the ministry seal confused with another in my possession.. “ With the same contemptible sneer that normally had Amadeus itching for an opportunity to teach her a lesson of respect she arched a pale blond brow.
“Is that your families seal.. How unfortunate that it is such a common thing that it could be easily confused for something as mundane as a ministry’s official seal.. My sincerest apologies to you.. and your family unfortunate crest..” Yes she was wide aware she had just openly insulted her families crest but for her there was no harm after all she saw the family held no such honor anymore..

[SLOAN AVERY]

Sloan didn't trust many and he surely wasn't going to trust this walking pile of bones even if she did have a pretty face but he didn't come for a fight what he did come for was information, something this woman would surely have so in exchange he would not reduce this creature to a pile of ash where she stood.They needed each other if they were going to get anywhere in their personal endeavors.As Sloan passed the woman to take a seat he heard her smartalic quip " you must be cold even with that coat" 

Sloan turned to her and got close and snarled"Bite your tongue Vampire, im not known for playing nice so lets get this over"
He backed away from her and turned to walk towards the table where he pulled a chair flipped it around a took a seat.
Sloan began to strum his fingers on the table as he waited for the woman to follow suite and take a chair,thoughts of why he was even there kept running through his mind like why a vamp had his name on him and how this woman really knew him.
Sloan could shake the sentence have the creature gave him when he had first approached the station, that was until the foul creature decide to insult his family“Is that your families seal.. How unfortunate that it is such a common thing that it could be easily confused for something as mundane as a ministry’s official seal.. My sincerest apologies to you.. and your family unfortunate crest..” This enraged Sloan.
He sprung from his chair and grabbed her by her throat and drew his wand and pressed the tip against her forhead and yelled "You dare insult a pureblood you foul beast you have idea the amount of pain I can bring you"

[BLYTHE T. D'EATH]

Blythe was used to certain things when it came to wizarding kind, she was used to jealous glaring eyes of women whom had to hold on to their spouses with iron clad grips, she was used to disapproving tisking from Amadeus, when she overstepped and gave offense which she often did because she had never learned to bite her tongue it wasn’t a skill she had during her mortal years, and a near century of time passing had not seen her able to reign in her sense of entitlement when it came to opinions.

She was used to offense she was used to making apologies when it was deemed however the one thing she was used to was the sense of in trepidation that most felt in her presence after all she was a dark thing, some whispered that she was soulless beautiful yes but like staring at the hypnotic eyes of a snake most realized that in her presence they were in danger, and with their fear came a common understanding a glimmer of respect in knowing that in the time it would take them to pull their wand she could be bathed crimson in their arterial spray.

So the moment she watched his hand twitch in the direction of his wand she was already at the ready, in slow motion it happened his springing from seat her eyes widening as her pupils dilating to the point that only black orbs remained isolated in the whites of her eyes, giving her an eerie similarity to the china dolls from her youth.  Leaning forward to embrace him softly she actually leaned forward and nestled her neck against the tip of his wand savoring the anger she felt radiating threw him for her it was more palatable than his scent that lingered on tongue as her lips parted as she gave a slight audible purr.

Her wand clutched tightly in the hand that settled gently at the low of his back it tip positioned straight at his spine, while her wand less hand slid up his leg combing gently against the tautness of his thigh till it settled in the position that was high where her long razor sharp thumb nail pressed ever so threateningly against the strong pulse of his Femoral Artery.

Blythe chuckled softly and gave a slight sigh showing not even the slightest fear of him or his threat. In all honesty she found it humorous that he would behave in such a way that it literally had turned the eye of most people in the vicinity.

“It seems you are offended. Strange really as my family’s crest was equally bland to the point that when they joined with yours it was positively atrocious though I don’t believe it was ever considered something worthy of spilling blood, and certainly not publically. Then again us Rosier’s rarely ever found company that was in high enough standing that required us to take offense at what they thought. Well regardless Mr. Sloan your threats are in vain.. We don't fear death.. We've already tasted it.”


The slight memory of her father explaining to her at a young age that they were better than most so opinions of others rarely mattered. She found herself shocked looking at him realizing how much he resembled her cousin and finding that their actions were far different as it seem Mr. Avery hadn’t been born with the breeding that taught him such actions were beneath him.. Well she if need be would educate him. With a bored roll of lifeless eye she once again redirected him to her hold.

“ Well regardless it seems your heated.. I’d hate to make a mess by cooling you down so let us pretend that you’re capable of ration, and you take a seat very slowly so we can have ourselves a bit of a meeting and not ruin your suit.. It after all is a very smart suit.. Right?”