time to PLAYY!! [derek]

[Lucy Lestrange]

Lucy skipped into the forest, her black eyes watching all the little creatures scurry away from her. They knew better than to come near such an evil girl. She was too much to handle. Her green skirt bounced around her, her long black curls flying around her. Twirling, the Slytherin stomped on any bug in her way. Taking out her wand, she shot killing curses at the creatures, hitting a rabbitt. Bending over, she picked it up. Sitting on a tree stump, she frowned, a pout forming on her pretty plump lips.

"Poor bunny," she murmured, "poor bunny got in my way! Such a poor little creature with no brain, no way of knowing what I was!" A high pitched giggle came from her, and she tossed it across the clearing. Walking further into the woods, she twirled her wand around, speaking random Parsel tongue to all the snakes in the area. They followed her like a pack of dogs, each of them whispering different secrets to her. There was a man waiting for her, someone that she needed to meet, someone that would help her get closer to the Dark Lord prehaps?

Raising a pale hand, Lucy undid the clasp around her neck, letting the emerald cloak fall from her doll like body. Her alabastar shoulder were revealed, and a silver fox fur wrap came into veiw. Fluffing it up close to her, she smiled and fixed her haid, fluffing it up, letting it fall into her face. Putting a fresh coat of lip gloss on, she puckered her lips, then kissed a passing tree. If trees could talk, this one would have screamed. Its bark melted away at the soft touch of her lips, and she laughed, a crazy laugh.

Lucy stopped in the center of the clearing, and with her wand, made a protective circle, allowing only those she deamed worthy enough in. And so far, that was none but herself. All others would find themselves still walking towards her, not getting any closer than the circle was to her. Humming, she conjured a chair and sat down, crossing her legs, jiggling her right foot. The fishnet tights ran halfway up her thigh, where the Slytherin colored skirt started. Filing her nails, she waited. The snakes slithered in, sitting in piles around her. They would watch, they would be her eyes while she waited for this man who called himself Derek.

[Derek Wolfe]

He'd been waiting for her in that dark, damp forest, his wolfish blue eyes surveying the area as leather clad feet stepped over roots and undergrowth. Derek Wolfe was a very puntctual person, and made it his aim to be early at every meeting, and the last to leave also. He enjoyed being able to please Calderact especially, as he had been pleased to serve Voldermort all those many years ago, when he was still a lad. He believed that he could do a good job now by recruiting as many students and adults as possible.

He could often be found strolling around in the Forbidden forest, though usually it was because he wished to have an audience with his estranged daughter. However, currently, he was more interested in meeting this Lucinda girl - daughter to Bellatrix. He would never admit it to anyone, but he did used to have a major crush on Bella when he was but a teenage boy, and even into his early twenties ... He was quite curious about the woman's daughter, and it did not surprise him that she was the result of a one night stand.

A smile crept across his perfect lips, and the male's eyes glinted as his legilimency detected another being finally having made it into the forest. He wasn't far away, so he set off at a fast, yet graceful pace. He knew he would be there shortly, and his mind was racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead of him. From what he knew, Lucinda was eighteen years old and completely in love with the Dark Lord already ... Or perhaps it was her ideals that she was more interested in?

As he reached the makeshift protective circle, the tall and very handsome pale man smiled over at the female. He crossed his arms over his chest, creasing the black shirt that he wore unbottoned by five buttons at the top. Over that he adorned a very dark black and silver pinstriped jacket and matching trousers and ofcourse his black cloak, which was so long that it trailed across the ground as he walked. However he came to a stop infront of the female, glossy focus upon her.

"I believe you were waiting for me?" He spoke in a low, silky seductive tone.

[Lucy Lestrange]

Lucy lifted her head, her dark eyes watching the handsome man approach. Something about him made her giddy, made her want to let down her guard. He was so devilishly handsome. She stood up, dropping the file, and her shield, to let him in. He was tall, foreboding, and incredibly familiar. Then it hit her. He was Ashley's father. Smirking, she walked around him, doing a few circles. "And this is what I've been sent to play with?" A giggle escaped her lips once more, and she twirled the wand again. Tucking it inside her fox fur coat, she spoke to the snakes, making them disappear. She would be fine without them.

As they left, they snapped at Derek, and she crooned at them in Parsel Tongue, telling them to behave. After they had left, she crossed her own arms, making her breasts plump up. She wanted to know why he'd requested an audience with her. In the old days, nobody had been stupid enough to request an audience with mummy. Nobody had been but the Dark Lord. But from what Lucy hear, Derek was right hand man to the Dark Lord.

"Yes, you have been searching for me, and I have been waiting. But you see, it gets lonely in the forest." Taking off her jacket, she dropped it on the ground. She was now wearing just her Slytherin vest, and the skirt. Sitting back down, she transformed her features to that of Selli Riggs, the head of the Slytherin house. A second later, she shifted back to herself. Smirking, she jiggled her foot again, starting to get bored by this meeting.

"You wanted to see me, and now I'm here. Get on with what you want to say, I have a test in Potions tomorrow." She smiled, her wicked smile that would send shivers down any normal person's face. "But seeing as how handsome you are, I suppose I could give you a few more seconds of my time." Standing, she walked back to him, rubbing his shoulders as she walked by again. She was like a cat, slightly touching his body with hers, toying with him. She felt a thrill in everything she did, every kind of torture was a game to her. Smooching at him, she let her nails trail down his jacket coat as she walked away, beckoning him farther into the circle. The chase was her favorite game.

[Derek Wolfe]

Derek couldn't help but smile his deveilish smile. Lucinda was a lot like her deceased mother - dereanged in a way, and flirtacious with an air of arrogance about her. Something about Lucy was drawing the man in, but like always he would not be the one doing the chasing. He was like a snake charmer, reeling the females in with his way, his appearance, his attitude ... He knew most of the time they simply wanted to use him for one thing or another, but he never once minded. He liked having his ego inflated.

The female circled him like a vulture and his smile spread into a satisfied smirt as he let his crystalline eyes follow her every move, focusing on the way her body moved and on her almost perfect face - she really did look like her mother, and for some reason that pleased him. It would be like having Bella around again, except this time he was not the foolish teenager baring a crush for a woman over ten years his age. He was the older one, and apparantly this girl found him attractive ... Oh how useful Legilimency was at times, though he didn't need that to know this.

"I can't say that anyone has ever used the words 'play with' when concerning me." He mused, his eyes never leaving the female. The next moment she had transformed into Selli Riggs - one of the many females that he lusted after. He chuckled quietly, for not only was he pleased with the female having appeared before him, but he was pleased with her skills also. He knew that she would be quite useful for the lord, mostly, he guessed, in perhaps undercover work, and spying.

Very useful indeed.

Before he could speak again, the girl was circling him, toying with him ... He could feel her nails dragging down his blazer and his smirk lingered. He would not chase after her. Not yet. He loved it most when he was the one being chased, plus it was in his nature to be nonchalant, and ofcourse a chamer at all times. He could compliment, but rarely touch. However a little teasing was never unwarranted, atleast not in his opinion. "My sweet, I do believe that you are doing your best to tease me. How can I get to the point if you won't let my brain function right?" He pointed out with a gracious smile as he took a few steps more into the circle.

Always the charmer.

[Lucy Lestrange]

Lucy pouted, sticking her bottom lip out. In truth, everyone was a toy for her to play with. Nobody was simply just there, they were there to play. They were there to please her. And he would not play along. He would not play her little game, and that made her mad. She stood where she was though, not willing to go after him. She would not be the chaser. Not today, not anyday. She was the one who would be chased. And if that meant ignoring him and just standing there, like it didn't bother her, than fine.

Her face went blank just then, and she pulled the nail file back out. She filed one nail into a point, the edge sharp and gleaming. Smiling, she rounded it off, making it the perfect nail. With her wand, she put drops of color on the nails, black and red, every other nail. She same substance that made her lips like poison to anything she wanted, like that tree, was in her nails. And she loved to use it.

"Oh, was I teasing you? I was simply playing a game. But I can see that it bores you, so....." Picking up her jacket, she put it on, making the chair disappear. She shoved the nail file back into her pocket, the wand following. Lucy would just have to find another way to get to the Dark Lord, another way to prove to him how worthy she was, how much she adored him and everything he did.

Of course, she could easily morph into Derek, and request an audience that way. She could get the Dark Lord to come to her, and then reveal herself as the last of the Lestranges. She would then assume her rightful position as his most trusted pet, and the Wizarding world would once again fear the name Lestrange, fear the Dark Lord!! Without another word, Lucy began to leave the circle, her shoes cracking many branches as she stepped on them. Snakes began to follow her again, and she wished them away. Mommy wasn't done working right now....

Lucy wasn't one to be the chaser. And she knew that if she was valuable enough to Derek and the Dark Lord, that he would come after her. If not, then she would get to him her own way. Besides, with a body like this, with powers like this, what man wouldn't want to run after her? She was all woman and then some. Lucy strutted through the forest, almost fuming that it was coming to this. She didn't like to be angry. She much rather preferred innocent and charming. Sweet, almost, as it always got her where she wanted to be. Usually, that is. Otherwise, she would become the devil within herself and take what she wanted, killing any and all who came in her way.

So Derek would come. He needed to bring her to the Dark Lord. He needed to report back saying that he had another recruit, since he was obviously a recruiter. Which reminded her of something that she heard in the common room once. This man was skilled at Legilimency. Immedietely closing her mind, it became like a steel trap, not letting any thoughts in or out. Many creatures in the forest left her alone, but the spiders and snakes didn't. Aragog's children were grown now, and had their own children. She was walking towards the nest, towards her friends. They wouldn't harm her, they never did. They were her pets, her toys. Just like Derek was.

[Derek Wolfe]

Why were women so damn difficult? Derek just didn't understand them, and was sure that he wouldn't any time soon either, even after years of studying and using them, he just didn't get why they functioned the way they did. He didn't understand why he was so drawn to them ... Perhaps it was the way their figures moved when they walked, their beautiful faces and their melodic voices when they spoke or sang. He wasn't obsessed with the female race, but he certainly adored them to quite a high extent.

However he was here on business, even if he was slightly distracted by the female. He didn't like chasing, but he would do such a thing if it was necessary. It was all good fun anyway, and he only wanted to be amused in the time that he was here. When there was a woman around, he couldn't help but want to shower them with compliments; to make them want him in return. It was rather ironic - he liked most women, and never felt an ounce of shame when treating them like toys, but he hated actually chasing after them.

They could chase him though.

Lucinda spoke, and Derek stood in silence, watching her through blue glossy eyes as she turned and started to walk away. He didn't speak, now did he, at first, go after her. He could sense that she was attempting to block his Legilimency out, but since she didn't know Occlumency, the wall would not hold for long. However, Derek only used his powers against real enemies or when he was sure someone was lying to him. Even without Legilimency, the man could read people quite easily.

A slight grin spread against the male's face as Lucy disappeared from his vision, hidden by the many trees in the forest. He waited a little while longer before, in an instant, a hazy swirl of black smoke surrounded him, and he appeared once more near the beautiful Lestrange girl. However, he had purposefully ended up behind her, so as soon as the oppurtune moment was called for, he wrapped an arm around her waist, basically pulling her back against his chest, and he leaned his head over her shoulder, whispering into her ear. "There are many boring people in the world, miss Lestrange, but I assure you, you are not one of them."

He had a feeling that she knew that, aswell.

[Lucy Lestrange]

Lucy wasn't surprised when he first didn't follow her. And even though she herself could apparate, she was surprised when a cloud of black smoke appeared around her and he was behind her, pulling her to him with an arm around her waist. Shaking her head, she looked up to his, her hand touching his face. She smooched again, her plump lips flexing easily.

"Oh, things are never boring with me around." His voice in her ear, his words still ringing in her head, the heat from his voice still on her ear, the goosebumps raising on her arms with the whisper he'd uttered. Smiling with ecstacy, she laughed lightly, her black eyes meeting his. Spinning from his grasp, she faced him, head tilted down, looking at him. She moved closer, watching him. "I suppose you are here to recruit, aren't you sweety?" What a stupid question, of course he was!

Lucy stood up straight. Hands on her hips, she tilted her head. She wasn't having fun with this game. And when she wasn't having fun during her games, she got angry, irritated, irrational. "Please, just spit out whatever you have to say. I have a huge test tomorrow." True, she did. It was in Potions too. And even though it was one of her best classes, she wanted to study. Yes, she was pure evil in a woman's body, but she really wanted to get good grades. Even if it meant upsetting this....lovely gentleman.

A scowl appeared on Lucy's face. She was not impressed the fact that Derek wouldn't play along. Games were her favorite. And when people didn't play them, she usually killed them, or hurt them very bad. But she couldn't hurt anyone right now. She didn't feel like it. Lucy waited, tapping her foot. She was getting tired. The good mood she had been in earlier, when she'd entered the forest, was gone. She was no longer the happy little Death Eater she usually was, but rather the angry woman that she can be. Fire seemed to roll in her eyes and she glowered at him, pulling the same angry look that her mother used to. It used to frighten everyone away.

[Derek Wolfe]

The smirk on Derek's face lingered as the female's fingers reached up to his face, and touched him there. It was odd fraternizing was Bellatrix's daughter - especially since said daughter was about the same age as Ashley, his youngest and only remaining child. However it mattered now, because he kept reminding himself that he was only here for one thing; to gather more loyal followers. As for now, he knew he was the most loyal of Calderact's servants, and likely the most powerful too, since he had been hand picked by the Dark Lord to serve directly by his side.

All the same, he would love to have fellow Death Eaters which were as loyal as he, and from what he could gather, Lucinda fit the bill. She seemed eager to hear what he had to say, even if she was getting angry and distressed about it. Derek was always calm, so seeing people get angry was always amusing to him. He knew what buttons to press, and how to get the right reactions out of a person, and right now he felt like he was the winning corner. Not that he minded losing a game of cat and mouse.

The female spun out of his grasp and Derek smiled at h er words, reaching up with a pale hand to rest it upon her delicate chin, as he focused into her eyes with his own. Her expression did little to his feelings, for he knew no fear, and rather be weary of the familiar look, he simply found it amusing. It, again, reminded him of deranged Bella. He liked seeing it; it brought back memories of the old days, when he was still a young determined teenager who liked to play games with people.

And he still did to.

"As you insist." He spoke in that smooth voice of his, never taking his eyes away from Lucy. "I have been scouring out potential followers in mmy free time, and you came to my attention. No-one gets to see the Lord unless they have been invited to do so, or he seeks them out, so I'm basically the messenger. Tell me; how much do you wish to serve the Dark Lord, and what do you have to offer?" His voice was still almost a whisper as he asked her of this, for in a way, he still wanted her to like him.

Sort of.

[Lucy Lestrange]

He was very close to her now, and Lucy wasn't intimidated, or even excited. She was just listening, anxious to hear the words come out of his mouth. He would say just exactly what she wanted to hear. But a questionaire was in order. He wouldn't let her have what she wanted, he would dangle it in front of her, making her beg for it like a mud blood begs for death.

"How much do I want it? How much, do I want it," she murmured, eyes narrowing. She raised her left arm, the Dark Mark there, glowing, pulsating. The pain she got from it was invigorating. The Mark had been there since she was five, and it was put there by her constant begging. She wanted this so bad, that she'd been dreaming of it her entire life. She stood tall, her skin beginning to ripple. She changed into Derek himself, just as tall, handsome. She crossed her arms the same way he had.

"I want it," she began, in Derek's voice. Next, she changed into Hermione Weasley, "so bad," she kept going, now turning into the old Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort. Her red eyes narrowed, and she towered over Derek. "That I'm willing," she shifted again, her features ever changing for a moment, as she decided on her next image. She landed on Ashley's figure, her height shortening, taking on everything that Ashley looked like. The scar, the crimson eye, the dark hair, everything. "To kill and take someone's spot for it."

Lucy went back to herself, her black eyes glowing. A few snakes hissed in unison at her display, and she snarled at them, Parsel Tongue flying from her lips, making them shrink back. "And you should be able to see what I have to offer. I'm the most valuable Death Eater in the world. I have what the Dark Lord, my Master, needs." A firey passion burned in her eyes, emphasizing how much she wanted to be like her mother, the loyal, ever faithful servant that would kill herself before betray her Master.

[Derek Wolfe]

It wouldn't have mattered how Lucinda answered the question, for Derek had made his mind up the moment he clapped eyes upon the girl. He would introduce her to the Dark Lord, for sure, ut not only because he was after more loyal followers, but simply, aswell, for his own greed. He liked to be surrounded by pretty girls, and Lucy fit the bill. Besides that, she was also very interesting, and he was captivated by every little movement that she made. He was enthralled, and could not bare the idea of never seeing her again ...

But this was because he was selfish.

He watched as the female stated her case, switching from person to person. He was not intimidated, or all that impressed - and if he was, he wasn't showing it - at the fact she'd changed into Voldemort. However, at the image of his daughter, he would have to admit to himself that he felt a little something swell inside of him, and he had no idea if it was remorse, anger, or love for the girl whom shared his blood. He'd done everything for that girl ... And she'd gone and thrown it all back in his face.

Shaking his head, he smiled at the mention of her being the most loyal death eater. She'd have a hard time surpassing Derek on that, for while he had been loyal to Voldemort, before Calderact came to power, he would do anything for the Dark Lord. Just like Lucy, he would lay his life on the line for the man. He would die for him. He even tortured his own daughter for the benefit of the lord, for he knew that Ashley could be of some use, being a werewolf and Parselmouth all at once. And she was skilled to, but the problem was that she was a little less trusting than Derek would have hoped.

Despite all that, the male was happy to hear all of that from the girl before him, and he stepped forward, even closer to her once more, and looking down into her very eautiful black eyes, which reminded him of black holes in the sky. "Then, I think you will be perfect ... If ofcourse you don't mind being around me a lot." Because ofcourse he was Calderact's right hand man, and demanded a certain amount of respect. Plus he was quite handsome, so it wasn't like it would be difficult for a lady to keep him company.