` WE'VE GOT ANOTHER VICTIM ! (ALL D.E's + support)

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME )

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[/color][/b] what fool even entertained the idea that the attacks she presented were not born in the mind of her father. Voldemort was a powerful wizard, and though visiting was rarely allowed in his prison, his genius did not allow this to stop him communicating with his spawn.

A voice reached her from the gathered masses and it took little time for her to locate the source, with narrowed eyes she turned upon Nicole Goyle. Now for all intents and purposes, Meissa was fond of this particular woman, she had chosen her path well, shying from the values her family were so deluded with, but unfortunately for this woman, she had chosen the wrong time to speak up.

Yes Goyle, a ball, the icy tone was evident and her wand twitched evidentially in her hand as her tether significantly shortened. I believe you are all familiar with the Hogwarts Annual Halloween Ball? never had a question been more rhetorical, everyone in the wizarding world was familiar with said function. A week from now, the ball will begin and you will all be there as Nicole spoke up again she did not move her gaze towards the dark haired woman, but addressed the crowd Failure to attend said function will not be tolerated, and I assure, the restraint I have shown with dealing with you tonight will not be extended to those who are not present on Halloween[/b]

Continuing without a sidewards glance at either of the men at her side, and practically forgetting her sisters rare presence she explained, well she explained as much as her pride would allow her to when she was in such a mood as this. As the clock chimes 12 usually she would have apologized or smiled at the cliche, but now she simply continued, the icy tone of her voice flooding every feature of her face and turning her expression to stone The attack will begin, you will aim to eliminate the threat that is Pheonix Rowan, and you will take down any in your way. The statement clearly referred to the Headmaster's army and the Order.

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[DAWSON ANNE VERESAK]

All of the interruptions, the disputes, the tardiness of fellow followers and death eaters were begining to get on Dawson's nerves. Never had such meetings been followed so badly as this one. Usually people wouldn't show, yes, but it was never like this, and for that she almost wanted to hate the ungrateful followers. But why should she? She'd be just the same as them, always hating. It WOULD end up being the downfall of the Death Eaters if there ever were one.

Despite her annoyance, Dawson stood there, attentitive, loyal, waiting to here the reason Meissa had called this meeting of people. And after several others showed, a few words from Malleus, it came. Her whole entire being swelled with excitement as she listened. And then, she froze for a split moment before nodding towards the woman she highly respected. The Halloween ball, said ball in which she'd be showing with Sasha. The oh so lovely Sasha that she greatly adored.

Dawson would be there, no matter what, and she planned on helping bring Rowan to his death. Even if this would not work out the way we planned it would give us an advantage against the dear rivals.

The itinerary for the Halloween Ball would be as follows. Bringing a date, dancing, mingling, watching for signs, waiting for the time to pass faster, watch for fellow deatheaters and support, the junior deatheaters, and such, get into a spot in which we'd have better advantage, and then bring hell to Hogwarts. It would be one hell of a night to remember.

I just can't wait now.

Before this Dawson was skeptical of the dance, worried about going, excited about being with Sasha, before this meeting she was wary of attending, of making an appearance, before this she was scared of making an embarrassment of herself, Slytherins, and Death Eaters.

Now she was simply excited, unbelievably and irrivocably excited.

And what happens if Sasha were one to get in your way? Dawson shook her head at the thought. Sasha wouldn't. She'd be smart enough to get out of everyone's way. She wasn't a death eater, actually she was neutral, which maybe she should become a death eater after all. No it's her choice.

Just as this was mine and possibly the greatest of them all.

So Dawson stood there, face drawn blank to hide all of the emotions that stacked up against her brain, and with a tiny hint of a smile, nodded towards Meissa again, for the plan, and for the warning. After all, some of these people needed that. And lastly she nodded in agreement with the superior woman who stood before all of them.

[jasper]

He stared blankly as they all did gather into a circle, and adjusting the collar of his robes in a move that would show that he was ready. There was nothing more that he irked than waiting, and even if he seemed to be one of the laziest people around (this was a fact, people), he was a hypocrite in the greatest sense. Giving a smile as the plan was revealed to them slowly, the ultimate goal obvious and more than giving him a chill up his spine, he wondered who would be stupid or foolish enough to get in their way. The Order of the Phoenix, perhaps, and while Jasper had a nagging suspicion that Dahlia was part of that group, the Carlyle steeled himself. If it came down to it, he would not show the least bit of hesitation at hexing the other. He was a Death Eater. There was no mark yet - too young to live nor get it - but he had sworn a heavy allegiance to the DE.

Running a hand through his hair as he forced himself to memorize details - there was no option of writing it down, apparently - and reminding himself that he really did have to go now. Meissa's threat made sure of that. Thankfully, he was a student, and was made to be there either way. The ball was something he definitely could not miss, and perhaps it was just a stroke of luck that he had already procured a date in the form of de Luca, who had been more than willing to go with him. In fact, being the arrogant prat that he was sometimes with a larger than large ego, he highly suspected that she had been waiting for him to ask her, and that every other male got turned away in the hopes that he would. Never one to deny her wishes, obviously he had done such a thing.

Now the thing he had to worry about was the outfit. Honestly, masquerades and their need for costumes to hide identities. On second thought, the French boy though it was an excellent idea. It would greatly assist in their mission to bring down Rowan, for the Headmaster would never find out who they were. There was no nagging suspicion on whether they would fail - there simply was no room for failure, in their line of work.

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[SIRE BLOOD II]

All the while Sire had been stood in the background, she'd watched as the young traitor had spat at Riddle, it had been rather amusing to see a man run from a woman, after he had told of how he could be the next dark lord, such people were vermin and needed to be exterminated, Sire was shocked at why Riddle hadn't just killed him there and then.

Sire was a loyal death eater, but although she was loyal, the young Riddle stood before her, amused Sire to an extent, for some odd reason she thought that just because her father had been the greatest dark lord of all time, she had the right to attempt to be like him, obviously this Riddle, could never be anywhere near as great as her late father.
Name was everything as a pureblood, obviously Riddle thought she was something most amazing because she bore the same last name as he-who-must-not-be-named, it almost brought a grin to her lips as she thought of how puny the lords daughter really was, but Riddle was just trying to squeeze something out of having such a father.

Sire wore her cloak, it hung low to the ground, her face as pale as the new moon, her eyes covered in black mascara and eyeliner although her beauty still shone out to those who took the time to look around.
All of this was to bring down that sick bastard Rowan, how could he ever think he could bring down the race of purebloods, he had underestimated how many there really were, she pitied him, he must of been traumatised as a child to feel such hate toward such a powerful race - if only Sire had been one of those people who had caused him such pain to want to bring the purebloods down so badly.

As Riddle spoke, Sire listened to a few words here and there, what the death eaters needed was most definitely a new dark lord, well someone who could attempt to fit into those shoes, although no one would ever better Lord Voldemort, it was important to have a leader in such a group as death eaters.
But Riddle was far from the right choice, she was big headed and naive, purely because of who her father was, she therefore thought it was her duty to be the next leader of such a group.
Obviously Sire would never air such views, as her life would be cut short, at least she could think such thoughts.

The ball? A battle at the ball, what a pleasant idea, to draw blood when people were in such lovely gowns, well that would be most delightful, although they were dancing with danger to think that Rowan would be right there, surely it would've been better to strike at a point where he couldn't be there to witness all.
But it wasn't up to Sire it was up to Riddle and her Yes men, she didn't know what their names were, neither did she care - she was simply in this group to kill those who deserved it, she wanted mudbloods to suffer at her hands, she'd always been a violent person from an early age and this was the time to shine and show others that she wasn't just a pretty face.

The thought of actually dressing up made her wince, she wasn't the type to wear a frock but on such an occasion she would have to, to fit in.
At least she would get some sort of pleasure out of all of this, the pleasure of potentially killing those supporters of Rowan and just in general anyone that got in her way.
It would be interesting to see Riddle try her best, to see how she compared to her late father - it surprised Sire to see how confident Riddle was, did she not feel the pressure she had, that was to live up to her father or did she just simply wipe her hands of even trying to get that good one day, that would probably be a better idea, there was no way Riddle could be as good as the dark lord, no one could - he had been one of a kind.

Standing as still as a stone gargoyle, she took in the surroundings and listened to Riddle half heartedly, although her eyes stayed steady on her, she stood alone by the side of the group, her hood was down and her hair hung beside her neck, curled and glossy, she liked to make an effort for such meetings, her wand tightly gripped in her hand, it was time for the chat to stop and the action to take place.

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[SEMELLA ECHO RIDDLE]

SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE;

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If there was one thing that would set off Semella Riddle's temper without a moment's hesitation it was stupidity, ignorance. There was something about a moron that simply got under skin and she would hold no remorse for doing away with the annoyance. If they were grating against her that badly, there was no purpose for them anyway. After all, Death Eater's were meant to be precise, cruel, and always collected. Never were they supposed to slip from their well hidden positions or speak of their well kept plans. Perhaps that was why the Goyle's were on her mind as she twirled her wand along her slender fingers, listening to Meissa hiss in her direction; having taken her tone of annoyance as a jab at her twin. There was no animosity inside Semella that was pointed at anyone in her general world, simply at the fools who thought they had the status to cause such a foolish scene in front of everyone else. Chewing on the inside of her cheek Semella nodded at her brother as he appeared and listened to her sister and Malleus speak. The night had begun and much to Semella's distaste, she was spending it attempting to make fools understand the importants of the burdens they all bore.

The plan her sister spoke of, the ball that was so carefully planned out, Semella was all too familiar with. Everytime she had dared enter Azkaban for the past few months her father had invaded her thoughts, forced her to listen to the masterful plan that was unfolding right before his eyes, figuratively speaking. Semella did not particularly care for her father's obsession of destroying Rowan, for one reason only; because in some part of her mind she was sure that it was another set up failure just as Harry Potter had been. Hadn't her father suffered enough humiliation? Put his children and family through enough shit to make the maggots on the earth crawl in misery? Obviously not, her family was power hungry and always would be. And it was her duty to stand by her siblings, to know these plans, and to help carry them out despite whatever she might believe in. To say the least, Semella was extremely loyal. Were it simply those who matter it would not be a waste. But tell me you do not look upon these fools and wish you were elsewhere planning this ball?

[/b] Semella challenged her sister quietly, their voices finding only one another. Semella may have been the youngest and have far more emotions than either of her siblings. But she was just as powerful, just as cruel, and just as capable to pull her wand from her robes and curse the first to stand and insult the Riddle name.

Everyone stood stalk still, listening to the words the Malleus and Meissa instilled upon them. She and Caden remained behind the couple, waiting to step up and speak of their own accord. How many times had she missed this part? Standing near her sister and brother, feeling the power they all held pulse between them. the battle of her mind was a dangerous one, thoughts that she had near Albus were thoughts that she would lock up safely before entering a Death Eater meeting, just as she had tonight. Her eyes locked with the Goyle's, sending them a death threatening glare. There would be no tolerance of foolish behavior. You all stand as if my sister does not mean what she says. Would you rather listen to a warning or be dead on the spot at this moment?[/b] Semella stated slowly, her eyes harsh and her tone cruel. Because that wouldn't be a problem at all. Still twirling her wand Semella's eyes scanned the crowd of Death Eaters. Her mind whirring with the idea of just slicing them all open and starting anew. Finding Death Eaters that weren't so completely full of foolishness and pathetic dreams. There was Dawson and Geoffrey, two people she held some sort of esteem for. But respect? Only for the three standing at her side.

Finally her eyes rested on Sire. The girl's eyes burning through each sibling with her own opinion of how she thought the Riddle name should be carried on. A sick feeling shot through Semella, a warning feeling. This girl may have been a follower, but a loyal one? The youngest Riddle thought not. Glancing to Meissa she caught her sister's eye, both women holding their heads high and proud. For they feared nothing and they always managed to weed out the unworthy just as quickly as they appeared. Weakness was shown during your spat this night. We do not tolerate weakness.[/b] Her words were cold and threatening, her fingertips burning as they held her wand, desperate to obliterate the weak links that stood before them. Instead she held herself still at her twin's side and watched, waited. Took in the surroundings as she began to search through Sire's mind, for anything. Legilimens ... and Occlumens ... such useful tools when you wanted to see inside someone's personal safe haven ... or when you needed to protect your own. Catching the girl's eye Semella smirked, her eyes still cruel and harsh as ever. Please, fuck with me, I dare you. Her expression said while she continued to stand in her place. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[SIRE BLOOD II]

Sire was more than loyal toward the dark lord, all she did was him, to rid this world of mudbloods, this was all for him - she was to risk her life for him, but it meant nothing his children what so ever. They were only concerned on who were loyal to them and not particularly their plan, but obviously Sire couldn't speak her mind, nor by the seems of it could she have such thoughts, as she caught the eye of yet another Riddle her eyes set straight on hers, she seemed to be urging Sire to start a fight, but obviously she'd do no such thing.
She was a death eater, but she only fought for a good reason, although she did like to kill almost anyone, whether they were a close friend or family member, to her deepest enemy. During her moment stood coldly among other death eaters, she realised that Riddle children were legillmens, how foolish of Sire to forget, it was perfect to play such a game with them.

thank god, we have such leaders to guide us through these times, the dark lord would so proud of his children! There is no way that, that bastard Rowan will survive, there is no doubt one of the Riddle's will kill him! she thought to herself, knowing that they could more than likely tap into what she was thinking at any moment, it was so amusing to play such games with such people.

Her stance stone cold, she hadn't moved an inch since arriving, all that moved was her chest as she breathed in and out, although she seemed slow in breathing, nothing was to be rushed and that included her survival.
Sire had been far from social all throughout her life, there was nothing more annoying than someone else's company, chatting away, talking about something that Sire didn't give a fuck about.

When it came to people in general, Sire hated them as a group, which was why she had become a death eater, purebloods were acceptable if she had to talk to them, but anything other than that, just boiled her blood - it put her in a position of wanting to murder that certain person, why would she bother her time with someone other than herself, no one mattered in this world but her.
But it was always funny to see people try their hardest to resume them self as a leader, you could see in their eyes that they truly believed they were better than those they looked down upon, when if they realised, if it weren't for those certain people - they would be nothing, and they could do nothing.

As a young girl, she had often found her self in fights with those who simply looked at her funny, she hated those who thought they were better than her and had no respect for them, but when it was someone who had more authority than her, then she would simply lie her way through her life, doing as they say and seemingly showing to be happy about such tasks, but deep down loathing that particular.
She had grown up realising, that she had never been liked, girls had been jealous of her looks and the boys had been jealous of her talent, she was a dab hand at dueling, and any other subject for that matter - her time at Hogwarts hadn't been such a drag after all, she had left with top marks and high intelligence, she knew that she was one of the few death eaters that had common sense.

The majority here were only in it, to lick the Riddle's asses, to get in their good books, it baffled Sire that these people actually thought the Riddles were here to strike up friendships, they didn't give a shit about any of their followers, Sire knew she was just like the others, disposable, but she fought hard to show them that she was different from the rest, although it was hard to give a shit what they thought about her, she knew that as they were, after all the dark lords children, perhaps she should care slightly what they think about her.

Blinking, whilst the Riddle girl stared at her, she was asking for trouble, that much was obvious - and Sire wasn't about to hand herself out on a plate, she wasn't as stupid as the Riddle girl looked.
Sire simply stood her ground and turned her gaze slowly back up to the others, her mind went blank as she knew that perhaps they'd be trying to get into their minds, and Sire was no fool...watching the leaders, she simply let in their words and made no effort to think of anything, she may not be accomplished in occlmens, but who needed that when, it was quite easy to switch off and listen to someone, rather than use her energy up to retract idiots listening to her mind, if they were so confident in their plan why did they need to start such fights with their own, or even listen to their minds - they were the most powerful people in the world...according to them - so surely it was a waste of time to see what the death eaters thinking, but yet Sire continued to stand still and watch the others, her mind empty, while they stood their together, listening to what they would be doing soon/

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