A Broken Lie *Stephy*

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Violet pushed her hair from her face, trying to concentrate on the muggle infront of her. She watched as he whimpered, trying to get away. Violet growled softly, shouting crucio at him over and over. She could feel Jarred’s eyes on her, a wild glint in them that was saying she was doing her job. She couldn’t help but smirk with satifaction on her lips. Her father would be proud of her if he knew she was doing what he asked. She was getting answers in the only way she could. The man infront of her was kin to the Weasley’s or so she had been told. He wasn’t close to them, but he knew and she knew he did. He tried to tell her he didn’t, but a quick look into his mind told her he was lying. Each lie he told, the more the curse got painful. By the time she had gotten all she needed, the muggle infront of her was barely breathing.

“Hope you don’t have kids.” She hissed softly, shouting the killing curse. The green light that shot from her wand hit the man full blast in the chest. She watched, with laughing softly as he went limp, his eye open in fear and his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’. Something would find the man here, erasing all evidence that she had done this. The dark mark on her forearm was burning softly, meaning her father was either mad or wanted a meeting. She pulled the strap of h er black tank top back up her shoulder, pulling her jeans up just a bit. “Come on Jarred.” She mumbled, closing her eyes and disapparating to her father’s house.

Jarred stepped forward in the spot Violet had just been at, pulling out his wand. Looking towards the sky, he shouted a spell that placed the Dark Mark right over his head. A cold, dark smirk was placed on his face as he followed Violet back to her house.

"I want you to stop being scared of me. You allowed me to have your blood, so stop being a whiney baby about it. Besides if anything, dont you think I have the right to complain?" she asked, sitting on the bed. She threw her wand to the side, glaring at him. "There, you tired of being threaten? There, go ahead and do what you want. I'm still part human until day three, if I decide to feed myself on blood that is. Otherwise, I could die. Who knows?" she asked, laying across his bed with her feet hanging off.

Samantha nodded, looking at the letter in her hand. "Someone named...darn I cant read the name. I was asked to come here, but I'm not sure why. I think I'm regretting it..." She mumbled softly, backing up a bit. "I sense something is wrong here." She whispered, looking around the place once more.

Samantha shook her head, but said nothing. "I'm just going-" She started but stopped, freezing on the spot. "My lord!" She shouted, bowing down. Voldemort had appeared behind Oddie, not drawing attention to himself. He just started at the girl bowing, before nodding, walking towards the girl. "Up...and follow me." He said softly, turning back around. Samantha nodded, standing back up with her head down and following him.

Violet just laid there, thinking for a minute. "Why dont you like me again?" she asked him, trying not to fall asleep. "Actually...I need some blood. I'm going to ask before I take it from you. Might as well surrender." She said to him, turning her head to look at him.