Serving a new master (Zeke & Desdemona)

”Des! Des! Look!”

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”Can it, Tolbert, I’m in the middle of something!”[/b] Desdemona Vaisey breathed as she put her feet up on the table. She ran her perfectly manicured nails down the seam of her leather pants as she eyed the target on the other side of the bar. Yates DiCaldanari. Italian, Pureblood, and her current mark. Her instructions had been simple: Find Yates and convince him to come with her for a private meeting with the Dark Lord. It was a routine mission, something that Des did all the time. But this time, her partners in crime, Tolbert and Casady, were completely and abhorrently drunk. How many times had she warned them against the fish bowl that the bartender had offered them?

”Seriously, Des! Just look! I swear it’s worth it!”[/b]

For a moment, she lifted her eyes from the mark and looked over at Tolbert who had the completely sucked-dry fish bowl pulled over his head and was giggling like a school girl. She turned to look at Casady but he had his face on the table, drooling out of the corner of his mouth, ”Honestly, boys.”[/b] She breathed as she looked back up.

Yates DiCaldanari was gone. As if he had poofed into thin air, he was no longer at the table with his mates like he had been a few moments ago. Instantly Desdemona felt the panic surge through her veins. He couldn’t be gone. There was no way in hell that she had lost him in the minute that she had been distracted. Immediately she threw her feet off of the bar edge and grabbed her fur jacket and purse off the side of the chair, ”This is your fault you bastards.”[/b] She growled as she began walking through the bar, her eyes scanning for any sign of the Italian man that they had been tracking. Her heel twisted slightly in the platforms that she was wearing, causing her to practically fall onto a table. She offered a slight grin to the men that sat there, ”Sorry,”[/b] She murmured and kept walking, her eyes trained on the door. She had to find Yates before someone else did or it was over. All of it.

Finally, she made it to the door and swung it open, stepping out into the cold November night. Her eyes scanned the alley way that she was in, looking for any sign of the Italian that had avoided her.

And that was when it happened. Someone grabbed her from behind, placing their hand over her mouth and locking her tightly with his arms around her. She could hear labored breathing in her ear and immediately she wanted to bite his hand. But he reactions were too slow. She was silently cursing herself for taking that extra shot a couple of minutes ago. Damn Casady and Tolbert! They were going to cost her her life and her job! She was being dragged further and further into the alley way.

The door to the bar opened again, and Casady and Tolbert stumbled out - Tolbert with the fish bowl still around his head. Cas raised his wand but hesitated. Des knew that she was in the line of fire. It wouldn’t be a clean shot. But at this point, she was going to die either way. Might as well be at the hand of her own partners than at the hands of whoever was behind her. She managed to give Cas a wink and he raised the wand again, ”Avada Kedavra!”[/b] He yelled. A streak of green light shot right past Des’ ear, almost claiming her life...but then she felt the hands behind her go weak. The man that had been behind her fell to the ground and she immediately turned around.

”Jesus blood fu.ck.”[/b] She breathed as she looked at the dead body that was behind her. Yates DiCaldanari was dead.



Desdemona stood in front of Tom Riddle, her head bowed in disgrace. She was a failure. She had failed him this time. There was no going back; so much for losing her job. She was about to lose her life at the hands of her secondary-boss. Merlin, sometimes she wasn’t even sure how she got roped into a job like this. She winced every time his scolding words broke through the silence between them. He was right of course - this had all been her fault. She had been assigned a mission that was flawless, but shots and that damn fish-bowl had done the three of them in. Casady dropped, his body now a lifeless pile on the ground. It was over; Voldemort would kill them one by one and she had no choice but to sit here and watch as she was the last to go. He directly addressed her and she raised her hand, cocking her head slightly to the side, ”My Lord, I swear to you that-”[/b] She slammed her mouth shut as his wand came level with her chin. This was it. Silently she was saying her prayers to a god that she was pretty sure didn’t even exist.

He raised it slightly and Des bowed her head, trying her best to accept death as it came. But instead of death, it was one of the small foot-soldiers’ voice that she heard next. Confusion spread through her veins in that moment and she breathed in a gulp of air, trying to keep herself calm.

But the Dark Lord accepted the words that he was saying, but not without a price. Crucio was the next word to leave his lips, and yet....it wasn’t for Des. It was for the man that was now her new master. He was down, in an instant, he was down on the ground withering in pain at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Des bit down on her lip, trying her best to say nothing, knowing if she did that it would be her that was on the ground next withering in pain. Finally it was over and the man looked at her. She nodded along with his words, ”Yes, Lord Voldemort. Thank you.”[/b] She breathed. Second chances were not in the man’s style, but something about this young boy had made him change his mind.

Immediately she reached down and held out her perfectly manicured fingertips for his, her brown eyes a mixture of muddled confusion. She knew that now was not the right time to talk about how he had managed to save her life, so she kept her mouth shut. Managing to get the young man to his feet, Des helped him downstairs and outside the Quill Shop. She kept them moving until they were far enough out of ear shot and near a bench. At which point she dropped his hand and gestured to the bench.

Des’ eyes scanned the road, looking for any sign of life, but at this later hour, no one was left awake in the sleepy village, ”Dammit.”[/b] She breathed as she reached down and began tugging at the straps of her wedge heels. She slipped out of them, her swollen bare feet welcoming the feeling of the frozen street against her skin. It was then that she turned toward her new ‘master’ as he was called. Her eyes looked at his young face, he couldn’t be more than seventeen or eighteen and yet she saw the reddened mark burned into his forearm. He had been marked, which meant that he was already well on his way climbing the ranks of the Death Eaters, ”How do you...use a library?”[/b] She looked at him with a naive confusion in her eyes, ”Desdemona, by the way.”[/b][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

Des looked up at Zeke, slightly confused as he began to explain the library to her. What was the point? What could anyone possibly want with a bunch of books anyways? Books were pointless. Life was about experiences and living them out; not about hiding behind books and literature, ”Well I think that it’s ridiculous.”

[/b] She breathed as she dug her feet into the street, trying to get them to feel slightly less as if they were on fire. Des knew that she should have worn something more comfortable when she went on missions, but there was just something so irresistible about wearing high heels to her, ”Although the stealing part sounds mildly amusing.”[/b] She breathed as she thought about it; she wouldn’t mind just telling people that she was going to take something.

He was right of course; they needed to get away from here. She looked around, becoming suddenly aware of the copious amounts of hiding spots that were scattered throughout the shadows. Impossible to know if anyone was around them, every word that they now spoke could be grounds for blowing their cover....or at least, blowing their cover even more than Desdemona had already done tonight at the bar. It was ridiculous to think that they could sit in the middle of Hogsmeade and be safe at this hour. For all they knew, there were Order spies slinking around the shadows near them. Des reached up and pushed some of her dark hair behind her ear, trying to think of where else they could go. Immediately she shoved her shoes into the purse that she was carrying, thankful for the charm that made her purse extendable and able to hold more than it’s meager appearance suggested. She grabbed Zeke’s arm and pulled him to his feet.

”The pleasure is all mine, ‘Master,’”[/b] Des breathed as her dark eyes scanned the area around them. They were going to have to walk, at least for a little bit; She wasn’t staying near-by, she had apparated in for the meeting, so she knew that they were going to have to get somewhere where they wouldn’t be detected when she apparated. They walked past Tomes and Scrolls, a small bookshop that was across the path from the Quill shop and Des smiled, ”Look, a library.”[/b] She nodded toward it, expertly satisfied that she was beginning to use the knowledge that her new ‘master’ had already started giving to her.

Only after they had passed the book shop did she answer his question about her last name, ”Atlanta is my childish kid sister, yes.”[/b] Des breathed, her already dark eyes seemingly darkening some more. She didn’t get along with her sister; that was no secret about the family. More often than not at Pureblood functions, they steered clear of each other, lest a screaming and glass throwing fight break out similar to last years Christmas Soirée fiasco.

They passed an alley way on the street and Des immediately pulled him into it, ”Try not to hold on too tight.”[/b] She breathed as she gripped his arm. An insane pressure filled her ears and then a loud pop and they were on their way. Traveling through the air as if they were free and unbounded spirits, Des had appararted them both into her apartment, a small flat in Puddlemere a few blocks from the practice stadium for her team. She immediately let go of his arm and went to the other side of the room, fixing some of the pillows and straightening the arm chair, ”Home sweet home. You can go back to Hogwarts in the morning.”[/b] She said raising both of her eyebrows at him.



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ooc;; sorry this is such shit :/ stressing about my exam.[/size]