Bring on the Wonder ~ Vivian & Rabastan

[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian left the castle, and walked down to the forbidden forest. She and Rabastan had agreed to meet there, and then he would apparate them to the house where he and his brother had been hiding out.

It was much safer for them to meet there than to meet again in the Hogs Head, especially since they had met there before. If someone had noticed Rabastan there last time, or noticed them forming a routine, then they could ambush him. And Vivian had already been trusted with the big secret, that of Theo being in contact with Rabastan. It wouldn't really matter whether or not she knew where the house was, because she couldn't tell anyone about it; she wasn't the secret keeper.

Vivian couldn't apparate, and so had to meet Rabastan in the forest. She had turned seventeen in the midst of a war, and no one had been thinking about apparition tests, or teaching the students. A year on and she still hadn't learnt, but she would this year.

She made her way to the same clearing where they had met before. Last time she had met Rabastan there it had been with Theo, and they had ended up telling him about the two of them. She wondered how far they would have to walk before they could apparate, but didn't think it would be far; they were quite deep into the forest already.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Rabastan made his way through the forbidden forest with a lit cigarette in his mouth and an unquenchable excitement in his veins. Normally he smoked when he was anxious or needed a distraction, and for now he supposed it was the latter reason rather than the former. He needed to distracted himself from what was to come. He would finally get to be alone with Vivian again, to hold her in his arms, to smell the sweet scent that was always around her, alluring him, having him beg for more of her. He would finally be able to kiss her again. That was probably what he was most excited about.

That was definitely what he was most excited about.

He took ad drag from his cigarette and grinned as Vivian came into view. They had agreed to meet in the same spot where he’d met Theo the first time, and the pair of them the second time. It was an obvious enough spot to find, if you knew where to look. And Rabastan Lestrange certainly did.
He tossed his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it before walking to Vivian in as few as two strides and embracing her tight, the warmth of her body felt wonderful against him, and he breathed in her natural sent and a grin formed on his face. He pressed a gentle kiss on her lips before looking at her.

”It’s great to see you,” he said before kissing her again.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian turned as she heart footsteps, her heart rate picking up slightly in anticipation. A smile spread across her face as Rabastan Lestrange finally came into view, a genuine, warm smile, which was a rarity for Vivian. The only other person who could incite one from her was Theo, her best friend... and Rabastan's son.

Rabastan Lestrange was exactly twice Vivian's age, a former Death Eater on the run from the Ministry, who had been imprisoned in Azkaban for fifteen years. He was very tall, very strong, and everything about him was dark. Rabastan Lestrange was a man that no one would have any trouble believing terrible things of. Harder to believe was that he had a son who he loved fiercely, and a soft spot in his heart for the girl he was now striding towards.

Vivian herself, physically, was his opposite. She wasn't short, nor was she a waif, but next to Rabastan, and especially in his arms, she felt and looked as small as a child. She had shining silver blonde hair, wide green eyes, and was beautiful. It would be easy for Vivian to appear innocent. And yet inside she was as twisted and dark as Rabastan.

The two seemed so different, and by rights should have had nothing to do with each other; people would tell Vivian that it was dangerous, that she'd go to Azkaban for associating with Lestrange, and tell Rabastan that Vivian was just a girl, that he should leave her alone. But something in their souls, or their hearts, or maybe just their damaged psyches- whatever you wanted to call it- called out to each other.

Rabastan wrapped his arms tightly around her, and her arms slid easily around him. He was warm, and his scent was already so familiar to her. Her body reacted instantly to being so close to him, as though remembering another time they had been together, and she yearned to be closer still. He pressed his lips to hers, and his kiss was soft and gentle. It was tender and sweet and it was perfect for that moment, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

”It’s great to see you,”

"I've missed you," Vivian said, her hand moving to the side of his face. It hadn't been all that long since they'd seen each other last, only a few days, and it had been just over a week since they had been alone together, and maybe by rights Vivian shouldn't be missing Rabastan at all yet, since they had only spent one night together, but she couldn't help it. Her bed had felt horribly empty, her nightmares had returned in full force, and she'd lain awake at night longing for a world where she wasn't a student stuck in school, where Rabastan wasn't a wanted man.

Rabastan kissed her again, and this time Vivian wound her hands through his hair, pulling him tightly to her and deepening the kiss. This time she kissed him much harder, and for much longer, and pulled away only because she felt in danger of trying to pull him down to the forest floor... and that wouldn't be prudent.

"Tell me where you're taking me," she said, her face still close to his, her arms still wrapped around him, "then take me there." As secret keeper, Rabastan needed to divulge the where about's of his hide-out, and since Vivian couldn't apparate it would have to be him who took them there.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Vivian placed a hand to his face and even now, with only one kiss shared between them every place she touched on him turned to fire. He grinned devilishly at her as she said she missed him. She kissed him again and held him there, her fingers entwined in his hair. He wrapped his hands around her and tugged gently at her hair, heat filling every part of him.

She pulled away and Rabastan felt himself go to kiss her again, until she started speaking. She wanted to go wherever it was he was to take her, and he grinned. Rodolphus would be out of the house for the weekend. He’d said he had some business to take care of. Truth be told Rabastan hadn’t really been listening when Rodolphus had been talking. His thoughts lingered elsewhere, like they had for just about the entire week that had gone past. He found Vivian on his thoughts almost every moment of every day, and there wasn’t a single of part of him that wanted that to stop.

There wasn’t a single part of him that wanted any of this to stop. He kissed her once, hard, before grabbing her hand and pulling her further into the forest, further away from the castle.

”You have no idea where I’m about to take you, Vivian,” Rabastan said with a devious smirk, his voice coming out low and booming at the same time. He was teasing her, just like her words to him had teased him so. Whether she had done it intentionally he was unsure, but he knew what they both wanted. It was what he’d wanted the entire weeks. He wanted her. He wanted to be entwined with her, to taste her, to feel his nails in her skin and her nails in his, her fingers in his hair. Just the mere thought of it had him closing his eyes, trying his hardest to push the desire to take her right there in the forest away. There would be time enough for that at the house, he was sure.

Once they’d walked far enough away he pulled her toward him, and enveloped her lips in his, his tongue exploring her mouth before he apparated them away to his house without another word. He was sure the sensation would take her by surprise, and he probably should have warned her, but he was anxious to just get to the house already. And when he reopened his eyes, his lips were still connected to Vivian’s, and he pulled away, grinning. They were outside his house.

It was a small, dingy cabin. It looked like no one lived there at all, but that was the point. It was the only house around for what seemed like miles. They were surrounded by trees, but you could hear the small stream by their house running, slow as it was. When it got colder that stream would freeze over, he knew that well enough. But the sound of the stream sometimes brought him comfort, though, from the nightmares.

He hadn’t had nightmares for the entire week, now that he’d thought about it, and he knew it was no mere coincidence. He had Vivian now, and when he was able to distract himself with good thoughts rather than bad… well it was easy to see why there had been no nightmares. He much preferred dreaming about Vivian in bed rather than his prison cell in Azkaban.

”Ready to go inside?” he asked, gesturing toward the house.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Rabastan pulled her further into the forest, and Vivian followed, eagerly. She had never been one for patience, and in this matter in particular she had little to no patience to start with. He was leading her by the hand, and Vivian could feel the tension in his body radiating through him. She knew that he was exercising a great deal of self control, and the thought sent a pleasant shiver through her. Soon, she thought, she would make him lose that control.

Vivian felt heat flooding her body at the thought, and allowed herself a moment to wonder if this was all normal, if this was right. Was this how most people in relationships or pairings or what have you, felt? If so, then maybe Vivian could understand the way couples acted. She could see how anyone could become addicted to this feeling. Rabastan Lestrange was like a drug to her. He flooded her senses and when she was with him she lost her mind. And it was never enough.

Rabastan teased her when he spoke, and Vivian tightened her grip on his hand, one long nail running along the back of it. Then Rabastan stopped suddenly, and pulled her to him, kissing her hard. For a moment Vivian thought that he had tossed aside his self restraint, and decided not to wait until they reached the house, which was perfectly fine with her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, until suddenly she felt a jerk and a tight, squeezing sensation that had nothing to do with Rabastan's arms around her. She gasped as he apparated them without warning, and when they arrived she clung tightly to him; whether it was from apparating or from their kiss, Vivian didn't know- maybe both- but her knees seemed to have gone weak, and she felt shaky.

She looked at the house, which was really more of a cabin. It was shabby, and looked uninhabited, but right now to Vivian it looked like the most perfect place in the world. Because this was a place no one would look for, and a place no one could find if they did. They would be safe here, and they would be alone, for as long as they chose to be.

Vivian had managed to find her footing, and smiled at Rabastan by way of an answer, taking his hand and leading him into his own house. The second they crossed the threshold her lips were on his, her arms trailing up his chest and down his back. She stood on her toes to reach his lips, slowly backing further and further into the house, pulling him with her. She couldn't wait another moment. She had to have him now. Vivian hurriedly started to undo Rabastan's shirt, pulling off a few buttons in her haste. She didn't know where the bedroom was, but she let Rabastan guide her, her lips never far from his, her hands never leaving him, murmuring words of how much she wanted him, too lost in him to even know exactly what she was saying.

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Vivian lay in Rabastan's bed, facing the ceiling, her long hair completely covering the pillow beneath her. She smiled contently at the man laying next to her, thinking about how his moans had filled the room, in fact filled the whole cabin, and the memories sending pleasant little shivers through her whole body. Even lying at rest as he was, Rabastan Lestrange was still an obviously powerful man, one not often out of control. Vivian took pride in the fact that she could make him weak at the knees.

"Lets lock ourselves in this room," Vivian said, her voice low, "and never leave." She knew they could find ways to entertain themselves. Vivian felt as though she could stay here for the rest of her life, and be perfectly happy. No one would ever find them, or pull them apart. Her nightmares could stay firmly outside of that locked door, like ones who hadn't been told the secret.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

It felt like no sooner than they had arrived at the cabin than Vivian was tugging at his clothes and his mouth and his body. The second they crossed the threshold she let her desires take hold of her and she did the same. His hands searched her body, groping, desperate. His tongue in and out of her mouth. His lips on hers, on her neck, everywhere. Whispered words of lust between the pair of them as Rabastan guided them toward the bedroom. They were ravenous as they had been the first time and this was a fire that nothing could put out. They were desperate for one another and it showed.


She began undoing his shirt and he did the same with hers, lifting it carelessly overhead before he began to attack the buttons of her pants. They left a trail of clothes behind them leading right to his bedroom where they devoured one another once more in a blaze of passion and lust. There was a magentism about them that couldn't be denied and every time Rabastan was with her he felt like his whole body was hers. He was at her mercy and he would not deny her any pleasure whatsoever. He was addicted to this entire ordeal. He wanted her every second of every minute of every hour of every day. She was incessantly in his thoughts and he didn't have a want in the world to try and stop them.

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They lay together in Rabastan's bed, thoughts of moans and ecstasy dancing in both of their heads. A devious smile crossed Rabastan's face as he stared at her. She looked like an angel but sinned like a demon, and Rabastan could not have found that more appealing if he wanted to. The mere thought of it made him want her, despite all that had just happened. He stared at her as she looked toward the ceiling, his eyes trailing her perfect body. It was perfect. She was perfect. Everything about her was everything Rabastan Lestrange had ever wanted, no matter what her age was. They shared a connection, and there wasn't a person on the earth who would be able to tell Rabastan to let her go. Let them try, he would not allow him to take her.

"Would that we could, my vicious sweetling," he said, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek. He reached over and pulled her toward him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. He knew she was right. Rabastan knew if he were to live out the rest of his days in his cabin with her by his side he would die a happy, happy man. She made him feel things he didn't know he could. He was attracted to her unlike he'd been attracted to anyone before.

"You know... Now that I think about it, that's not a half-bad idea," Rabastan grinned, kissing her once more, longer this time, his lips hovering only inches away from hers as he pulled apart. "You're more than welcome to stay forever."

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian moved closer to Rabastan as he wrapped his arms around her, allowing him to pull her close. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, holding onto him as though she never intended to let go.

Rabastan kissed her, and Vivian closed her eyes. His kiss was long and soft and made her feel warm all the way through. There was something about the way he held her, the way he kissed her, the way he looked at her, that made her feel completely safe. Only now that she felt it did she realise that that feeling had been missing from her life, until now. She had never felt entirely safe before. If nothing else, Vivian had always known that her parents could find a way to get to her. But now she felt as though a war could break out around them, and she could still trust Rabastan's arms around her.

She trusted him. The realisation was a strange one, because the only person Vivian had ever trusted before had been Theo. But she knew it was true. She knew that Rabastan Lestrange would keep her safe, as surely as she knew her own name.

Vivian laughed softly and nuzzled Rabastan's neck as he said she could stay forever.
"We could stay in this bed until we died of exhaustion," she said, still smiling. "No one could find us here. Not even my darling parents." Rabastan could keep them away just as surely as he kept her nightmares away... although Vivian hoped it wouldn't come to that. John Woods would be no match to Rabastan physically, or in a duel, but he had a lot of friends in influential places, and Rabastan was a man on the run, friendless, with a major Achilles heel... maybe even two. Would Vivian herself be a weakness, where Rabastan was concerned?

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Rabastan watched as Vivian smiled and he couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at his own lips. It was the first time in a very, very long time that Rabastan had felt close to anything like this. Vivian’s presence was comforting and calming. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt calm. Not before he met her. It was why he’d picked up smoking. He’d been doing that since Hogwarts, but, it was always a sign of nerves or thoughts he didn’t want to be dwelling on. But with Vivian… he truly was calm. The pair of them were safe inside his home, and no one would ever find them or be able to tear them apart. No one would even be able to try.

Vivian said they could stay in bed and die from exhaustion and Rabastan let out a low laugh, kissing her. She said not even her darling parents would be able to find her, and it was true. There wasn’t a single person who would be able to find them now. They were safe away from prying, judging eyes. They were free to do as they please, and have as much fun as the pair of them could handle before they truly were exhausted.

”No one will find you here,” he whispered, his voice coming out a low rumble, a smile on his face. The pair of them were as good as dead to the world and it would have been a lie to say that Rabastan was unhappy about it. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this happy. He would keep her safe no matter what. He was not afraid of her parents, the real ones or the step ones. He would crush them as easily as a fly if it came down to it. He would do whatever it took and more to keep Vivian safe and in his arms. He let a short silence build around them before he looked at her once more.

”You know, I’m really, really glad I decided I didn’t trust you when Theo told me about you,” Rabastan said with a smirk before he kissed her again, hard on the slips, his hands tightening around her the tightest bit. He never wanted to feel anyone but her in his arms.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Rabastan said that no one could find her here, and it was like he could read her mind and know exactly what it was that Vivian wanted to hear. She had never, not once in her life, had a place where no body could get her. Her home had never been safe, not for a day in her life, and at Hogwarts she had only had one real friend. Teachers disliked her, or hounded her for home-works she couldn't complete, and even there her parents could get at her in an instant, if they had wanted her to. She had tried to stay at Hogwarts for every Christmas, every holiday, but if her parents were back in the country over the holiday season then more often than not Vivian would be summoned home. Her parents would host dinners and parties and Vivian would be dressed in beautiful dresses and have her hair and make-up done perfectly, so she could be paraded around like a porcelain doll. Inevitably her step-dad would get too drunk, and then...

Vivian snuggled even closer to Rabastan, her arms squeezing him gently. She believed him when he said no one would ever get her here. She believed that he wanted to- and would- protect her.

Vivian grinned as Rabastan said that he was glad he hadn't trusted her, at first, and kissed him back, one hand moving to the side of his face. His beard was rough and prickled her slightly, but she loved it. She loved every inch of him.
"Me too," she murmured when they had broken apart. If Rabastan had decided that he, and Theo, could trust her, he would never have arranged that meeting between the two of them. And if the two of them had never had the chance to meet alone, then they probably would never have realised this connection they had. If they met when they were with Theo then they would have been stuck in their roles; Theo's dad, and Theo's best friend. At the Hogs Head that night they had been allowed to just be Rabastan and Vivian.

But Rabastan reminded her of something she had forgotten about; he hadn't trusted her because of her name. Somehow he had heard of a Veela girl around Theo's age with the name Blackwell, and knew that she was the daughter of Jack Blackwell, that her part Veela mother had married another horrible man, John Woods. He had known her story, and he had known all about her father, and it had been enough for him not to trust her. How many other people knew Vivian's story, when Vivian herself didn't?

"You didn't trust me because of my dad," she said, quietly, looking at Rabastan. "My real dad, I mean. Blackwell. But how did you know... how did you know he was my dad? I don't know anything about him, or what happened with him and my mum." Rabastan had told her that her dad was a bad man, and that coming from him that was saying something, but he hadn't gone into specifics, and Vivian hadn't asked. But she was asking now. "What is he like? What did he do to make you not trust me just because I was related to him?" Vivian had never cared about her real dad, but she had never cared about most things. Still, a part of her wanted to know where she came from.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Vivian said that she was glad he decided he didn’t trust her either and the grin never left his face. Another silence filled the room, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, and Rabastan allowed his thoughts to wander back to that night in the Hogs Head. He was inexplicably grateful for that night, the one night he’d been able to truly be himself for what felt like the first time in years. It had been so long since he’d felt any kind of connection to anyone at all, and now he had this connection with Vivian that was unmistakable, undeniable, wonderful.

Her next question was one he should have anticipated, but the moment it left her lips he was unsure what to say. Did she really want to know what kind of person her true father was? Rabastan wasn’t so sure. Jack Blackwell was one of the worst people Rabastan had come across, truth be told. He watched her eyes carefully, and he could see the curiosity pooling there.

”Your father…” he began, weighing his words, choosing them carefull. ”He’s a killer, Vivian. He’s rich, powerful, and a killer. And that doesn’t mean he ahs people killed. He kills them. He was one person who could not be trusted because he’s worse than your stepfather. He’ll protect his own skin and he’ll kill to do it. He’s not to be trusted or double crossed…” he explained the best he could. He knew what had happened between Vivian’s mother and Jack as well. He wasn’t interested. It was as simple as that.

”I didn’t know how much contact you had with him, so I wasn’t sure if you’d inherited or learned any of his, er, traits. His philosophy is to put himself before everyone else. It’s why he you’re your mother when she was pregnant with you. He didn’t want to be involed,” he spoke. He wasn’t sure what kind of impact his words would have on her, but he held her close and made sure she knew he was there. She had told him so much about herself, and she deserved to hear the truth about what kind of man had left her behind. It was better for Vivian, yes, but that wasn’t why he did it.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian listened in silence as Rabastan told her about her real dad. She could tell that he was uneasy about, maybe that he thought she would be upset, but he needn't have worried. Vivian had no emotional ties to the man. When she was younger she had wondered why he had left, but as she got older the question turned to 'why shouldn't he have?' This was the real world, not a fairy tale. Her father had shagged her mother because she was beautiful, and her mother had gotten herself pregnant. And out of that mess had come Vivian. It happened every day, it wasn't some magical, wonderful event. Why should one more screaming kid in the world have made her father stay?

Rabastan told her that he had money, and power, which Vivian had already guessed. Her mother had a taste for rich men, and no one would know the name 'Blackwell' otherwise. That was one thing her step-dad had taught her. But then he said he was a killer. He killed people, with his own hands.

Was that really so terrible? Rabastan had killed people, hadn't he? This man whose arms she lay in, who held her so tightly and kissed her so gently. Hadn't the two of them talked of death? Hadn't Rabastan said he would kill her? They both understood the draw of blood on your hands. Obviously, her father did too. If Rabastan could want her, then... no, Vivian thought, no. He doesn't want you, or he would have stayed. And she didn't want him, either.

Rabastan said that he was worse than her step-dad.

Vivian stayed silent as he talked about how Jack Blackwell had left her mother. Her mother had been around Vivian's own age when she had gotten pregnant with her. She had been young, and beautiful, too, and she had been used. Would that be Vivian's fate? She looked at Rabastan, biting her lip slightly, but couldn't believe it. She didn't believe he would do that to her. But what did she know. Vivian had no experience with this, the only person she'd ever trusted before had been Theo. Maybe she had just gotten lucky with him. Maybe Vivian wasn't good at telling who to trust. Trusting no one kept you safe, but didn't teach you how to trust when it finally came to it.

But even with the revelation of how dismissive Jack Blackwell had been to her mother still ringing in her ears, Vivian couldn't stop thinking about something else Rabastan had said. Not that there was much competition; Vivian hated her mother, and she was sure she got what she deserved.

"He's not worse than my step-dad." she said, firmly, burying her face in Rabastan's chest to avoid looking at him. "He's not." No one was worse than him, and the thought of there being someone out there connected to her who was, someone who could come looking for her... it made Vivian's chest feel tight.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Rabastan didn’t even realize the gravity of his words until after they left his mouth, and even then he was blind as to what he was saying. It was only when he and Vivian sat in the silence, and he watched her face, and listened as she spoke and buried herself against his chest that he realized what he had truly said, what his words had actually meant. He tightened his grip around her immediately, regretting his phrasing. He’d tried so hard to be careful, and yet – he still ended up making a blunder of the entire ordeal.

”Shh…” he whispered into her ear, one of his hands going to her hair as he stroked it gently, trying to calm her. He hadn’t meant to upset her in anyway. It was the very last thing he’d ever want to do. ”I’m sorry. You’re right. He’s not…” In that moment he felt awful How could a person Vivian had never met ever be worse than the man who had hurt her and the woman who had beat her? How could he ever make that comparison?

He felt guilt well up inside him, but he knew that Vivian wouldn’t want him to feel guilty. She would want him to be there for her, and he would be. He always would be. He kissed her head gently before his hand found her chin and he maneuvered her so he could see her beautiful green eyes. Vivian Blackwell had eyes that he could get lost in forever and lips that he would never stop kissing if he could. He offered her his best smile and kissed her gently on the lips.

”Blackwell was a bad man, yes… But Woods… Woods is worse. I’m so sorry Vivian,” he said, feeling a disgusting feeling fill up inside him. A father who would do those kinds of things to their own daughter, especially one so wonderful as Vivian… He couldn’t imagine. Depraved, perverted, disgusting man. And her mother was no better. They both deserved to die at Vivian’s own hands, if it were possible. He was sure she could do it. He could tell from the moment he met her – she was very capable of killing. She just had to want to.

”You told me once that you wanted to see me kill Theodore Nott… What if I told you I wanted the same for you and your parents? Do you think you’d be able to do it? I mean, sure if you would kill….” his words trailed off and her smirked at her ”Ah but that’s right, you never said anything about killing me. What was it you planned to do to me again?” The devilish smirk never left his face.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Rabastan said that he was sorry, and pulled her even tighter to him. She was grateful for the reminder that he was there, that he wasn't going to let go, but she shook her head at the unnecessary apology. He hadn't said or done anything wrong. And it wasn't his fault. He was like Theo, apologising for things that weren't his fault. Vivian didn't think she'd ever quite grasp that social grace.

Vivian felt Rabastan move her until she was looking at his face. He looked into her eyes, and she looked back into his. They were dark, almost black, but deep, and right now they were warm and filled with caring. He kissed her, and she kissed him back, letting herself drown in the feelings the kiss awoke in her.

It didn't seem real to Vivian that this was only the second time they had been alone together. Only the second time they had had a real conversation, between the two of them. And only the third time they had ever seen each other, in total. She already felt like she knew him so well. She already trusted him. With Rabastan, Vivian felt things she hadn't thought herself capable of.

And then his words turned to killing, but it did nothing to turn Vivian's mood. Rabastan reminded her of how she'd told him that she wanted to see him killing Theodore Nott Sr, the man who had made Theo miserable. That was still perfectly true; she wanted that man dead, and Rabastan wanted to kill him. The thought of seeing Rabastan in that moment gave her chills. Vivian's hand slid over his chest, and she let her nails run through the dark hair there.

Rabastan said he wanted the same, and Vivian looked up at him. He wanted to see her killing her parents. Hadn't she fantasised about that one day becoming a reality? About paying them back for all the hurt they had given her. But Vivian didn't know if she could. She was capable of killing, yes, she was sure of that, but them...

"I don't know if I could," she said, and when she spoke her voice was quiet, young. "They're just... they're different... its different with them." The roles of abuser and abused were so deeply ingrained in Vivian that it was hard for her not to submit to them. She was strong enough now to stop her mother hitting her, and so she did, mostly... and she never wanted her step-dad's hands on her ever again, but sometimes it was hard to muster up the strength to say no. Sometimes he made her feel like a helpless little girl again. Both of her parents could get right to her centre and stick a knife in.

Rabastan asked what she had been planning on doing to him again, and even in her current state of mind Vivian couldn't help but be distracted. She smiled slightly, thinking of that first conversation. She hadn't been able to resist teasing him with her words.
"Something like this," she said, breathlessly, before rolling on top of him and kissing him lightly. She was naked, and lay her body fully against his, her lips only lightly brushing against his before they moved to his neck where she kissed him slowly.

After a moment Vivian stopped, and sat up, straddling Rabastan and looking down at him, smiling. She rested her hands on his chest, and once again let her fingers run through his chest hair, her nails grazing him lightly.
"I would kill them if I could," she said. "If they were dead... everything would be different." The world would be a different place for Vivian, knowing that her tormentors no longer had a place in it. She wanted to do it... "I want to know what it feels like to kill someone who really deserves it." Vivian knew that if that time ever came, she wouldn't use the killing curse. She wanted to feel hot blood on her hands, feel a once strong heart weaken and shudder to a stop. She wanted to feel the power and the euphoria, and she wanted to look at human life reduced to blood and flesh and nothing, and feel that gut wrenching despair as she saw the culmination of it all and saw an empty void, saw that it was nothing, meaningless... Vivian wanted to feel everything, in a situation where she had complete and utter control.

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Vivain said she didn't know if she could kill her parents, and a part of him understood. She had been abused for so long, Rabastan knew that it would be hard for her to ever say no to them simply out of habit or fear. She was so young when it began... He couldn't imagine. But more than understanding Rab knew that she should want revenge. Well, at the very least, he wanted revenge for her. He wanted her to be free of them, forever, one way or another.

"If you can't, I will," he said seriously before she rolled over on top of him and began kissing him, teasing him. She was so good at that. His hands found her back and he dug what little nails he had into her skin roughly, his mouth on hers. For Rabastan this was exactly the opposite of death. He felt most alive when he was with Vivian. He smiled at her as her thoughts seemed to wander, and he grinned at the smile on her face. He wondered what she was thinking about, but he was pretty he knew.

And then she began speaking once more and Rabastan smiled. She wanted to kill them, but he knew just from her speaking that she wanted to kill them the same way muggles killed people, the same way she wanted to be killed. She wanted to feel it. The very thought of it sent a warm sensation of excitement through him and he smiled at her. She wanted to know what it was like to kill someone who truly deserved it, and if anyone in her life deserved it it was most certainly them. But even with all his agreeing thoughts he found it hard to concentrate on what it was they were talking about.

Somehow death and Vivian were a sure way to put him in the mood, but he knew they were trying to have a conversation so he tried his best to put his desires aside (though he was clearly failing miserably).

"If you want to kill them then you will. You will feel the life leave them with your hands, feel the blood and the terror and-"he stopped himself, kissing her, wrapping his arms around her, his hands exploring her entire body. Every time he touched her life it was the first time he was feeling her soft, delicate skin and he didn't care. Let every time feel like the first. Let every time be as pleasurable and wonderful and full of passion.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian could tell that Rabastan was getting distracted from their conversation, and the thought made a slow smile creep over her face. He told her that if she wanted to kill them, that she would. That she could have all that, that she could have their lives if she wanted, but before he could seem to finish his sentence his excitement took over him. He sat up, moving towards her, his arms wrapping around her and kissing her hard.

She returned his kiss her hands wrapping around his neck as she sat straddling him, already on fire for him again even though such a short time had passed. It seemed she had been right; if they were locked in this room together, they would find plenty to do.

Vivian ran her hand through Rabastan's hair, and then let her hands trail down his back, her nails digging into him, as though marking him as hers. But she didn't let him take over. Instead, Vivian pushed Rabastan back down onto the bed, and stayed on top of him, her hands on his chest. Her heart was pounding and she was breathing slightly more heavily before. Vivian bit her lip as she looked down at Rabastan, smiling slightly. Before him she had only had sex once before, and so her experience when it came to different positions was extremely limited. But this time she wanted to be in control.

Vivian shifted her position on top of Rabastan, and took his hands, guiding them to her hips.
"Show me," she said, her voice low and heavy, a slight smile still playing on her lips.

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Vivian lay down on top of Rabastan, her head laying on his chest, laughing slightly at her own exhaustion. She had begun at a teasingly slow pace, but that had soon escalated. Rabastan had guided her at first, but Vivian had found her own rhythm, and had thoroughly enjoyed being in control. She liked the power, and she liked seeing Rabastan completely at her mercy.

"I need a shower," she said, still smiling, kissing his chest lightly. A thin sheen of sweat covered her chest, which was understandable; she had been doing most of the work.

Vivian was sure they had been talking about something important before they had gotten so terribly distracted, but her head was still spinning too much to call it back to mind just yet.