She joined /His/ ranks and climbed them, she would not tarnish the Lestrange name by not being loyal. Even her uncle joined the ranks, though she, Kacandera did suffer a loss. It had been three months after her twenty-fifth birthday, her Grandfather Rabastan, while not on Death Eater orders, had been killed by a pair of off the record Aurors, the kind that didn’t have rules to follow, the only reason they attacked and killed him was because he was Rabastan Lestrange, and he was out at midnight. Kacandera had been taking this loss quite hard. She, as most knew, had become emotionally and mentally unstable. She had grown cold in her seventh year true, but now, now she only showed three emotions; Wild devotion, anger, and slight happiness, if there was something that truly pleased her. With that said she grew more distant from those whom she had gotten to know, she was silent unless spoke to by her Lord, and had taken to being alone at night, something she hadn’t done before, she always had someone over, be it for company or lust.
She also hadn’t slept as often as she use to and she had also hit the bottle more often than she needed to. However one good thing came from this death, Rabastan’s manor was now hers. As of this moment she was in the dark study, the only light came from the fire place that seemed to roar with life trying to escape up the chimney, with little avail. Kacandera sat herself in front of it in Rabastan’s old chair, a glass of house elf made red wine in one hand and the other gripping the arm of the chair.
“Mistress?” a small voice asked, it was her house elf, she had two of them grin and Barret, this voice was Grin’s.
A muttered response.
“Grin just wanted to know if Mistress was having company tonight, and if Grin should bring out the best wine?”
“I don’t believe that is any of your business, and don’t bother.” her lips barely moving in the fireplace lit room, the shadows cast an eerie monster like form on the wall that move ever so often due to the fire dancing.
“S-sorry Mistress, would Mistress L-like more wine?”
“ No Grin, I would like to be alone.” another whisper as she brought the wine up to her lips and downed the red liquid her eyes wandering to the grandfather clock in the corner it was just now midnight, the sound reverberated though the empty mansion.
Bing. Bing. Bing.
She sighed inaudibility, and the house elf scurried off, she wore a white tight fitting corseted dress, with white Victorian style heeled boots, her hair was longer now, she decided to let it grow out, it came down to her shoulder blades, and was now a dark auburn brown color, she had dyed it about two weeks ago, after deciding she wanted it a different color. Her lips were painted a crimson and her nails a matching color.
She was half contemplating going out, but then again she didn’t really want to, but she knew it would be good for her if she got out of the mansion, after all she had only been out for missions that her Lord sent her and the others on. She stood suddenly, a walk couldn’t hurt she could go out and walk through the gardens that were in the front area, she remembered loving to get lost in the gardens when she was younger, that seemed so far away now, where had her childhood gone?
Once she committed her first murder, Bex, that was the girls name, she was a filthy blooded Ravenclaw, at age eleven it felt as though she had grown up, hell she had, the planning she did back then was one to rival even the darkest of adult wizards, she was truly a dark witch, and everyone knew this, she hadn’t kept it a secret to well.
Her skin was hit with a light cool autumn breeze, her black lined grey eyes scanned the area and she slipped out her steps careful and light as she made her way to the garden, she made sure that the house elves tended to it everyday so that the beauty wouldn’t parish.
Walking she thought about her life, she had escaped Azkaban twice, once in the summer of her eighteenth year, and once recently, to go to Azkaban right now was not on her agenda. She had spent many nights thinking if she really wanted to live like this, but the satisfaction of seeing that little spark of life leave the person’s body was ecstasy and drove her to love her lifestyle to much to give it up.
As she walked though the garden thoughts flooded her mind, a familiar feeling she had come accustomed to over the years, the mess of thoughts that wouldn’t allow one to be taken out and expanded upon, a mess of thoughts that she wished would just stop, and a mess of thoughts that clouded her conscious and made the murders and tortures okay in what little humanity she had. She just sometimes wished that she could clear her thoughts and sort them out so she could seem at least some what sane.
The moonlight lit her path to a stone bench, and she took a seat at it watching the fountain spill water out into the base, her body calming down, water had always had a calming property with Kacandera, and one thought finally stuck out, her lord and purity and how much they meant to her. She felt a chill and wondered if this was how Bellatrix, her favorite aunt, felt this way when she thought of Voldemort, and the future, and she thought of how she had been so devoted and so in love with Voldemort, but none of it was returned, she wondered if that was going to be how it was with her and her Lord, to love a man so much but know it would never be returned, at least Kacandera knew it wouldn’t be returned, she was just a follower to him nothing more, and sometimes that really got to Kacandera, she was as faithful, if not more than any other Death Eater, and she wanted to know that she meant something, and if she died there would be a twinge of pain, and a feeling that one of the greatest and most Loyal had fallen, sometimes she wondered if her death would even mean anything, but just a ‘Oh, she was a good little follower, always did what I said, oh well…time for a new one’ at this thought she grew angry, and knew this must have been what drove Bellatrix to prove she was the most loyal. Though Kacandera had already expressed how loyal she was, and how much /he/ and his thoughts and views meant to her, but she feared she would just always be a follower.
Another sigh escaped from her partly parted lips, another thought made it’s self clear:
Just another follower, that‘s all she was.
“Sister? Are you well?” a voice startled her.
“I am fine…as fine as I shall be.” she looked to where the voice was and there Raziel stood, he had purposed to Starla recently, she was happy for him, but did that mean she was going to be pushed out of her own manor? She couldn’t have that could she? No that just wouldn’t do. Raziel moved his clock casting a shadow that danced behind him in the moonlight, he caught her in an awkward hug. It lasted a few moments and then it broke, even if he had taken the Lestrange last name it was still all to odd to her to have a brother.
“Rodolphus wishes to see you, you know that, you know that being confined to the manor isn’t good for you…and you rarely go to the meetings unless you are needed…I wish you would cheer up.” Raziel spoke Kacandera blew him off.
“You know nothing…you only knew Rabastan for a few years…he was my family all I had, now he’s gone…you are going to marry soon and well, my mansion is yours legally since you are the male and the oldest.”
“Are you afraid that I am going to take it from you?”
“Are you?” the two stood quietly for a few moments Raziel couldn’t answer the question that made Kacandera laugh lightly. “I thought as much.”
“But you could stay…”
“No I couldn’t.”
“I’m sure Starla wouldn’t mind.”
“It’s not that…”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t want to intrude, I don’t want to loose my home…”
“you could always see if Roddy and Bella would be willing to have you stay, and inherit their Manor.”
“No…it’s theirs for their children…if they had any…I am a niece, it will go to the closest bloodline…the Malfoys. Draco is the oldest cousin.”
“Kacandera.”
“Raziel.”
“Don’t worry about it…we’ll think of something.”
“Tell them I will come tomorrow.”
“alright…do you want me to stay with you?”
“Starla would like you home I believe.”
That’s how the conversations went between them as of lately, it was no secret that Raziel had his eyes set on Rabastan’s manor for his own to raise children and grow a family, and being the oldest he should have gotten it, but Kacandera had inherited it. It was also no secret that Kacandera didn’t want to give it up, it was her last physical tie to her fortune and her family. Kacandera hadn’t wanted to go stay with Roddy and Bella, that was intruding on them, and Kacandera respected them to much to go pester them to see if she could stay there…she would feel weak.
Lestranges never felt weak.
The rest of the night went as such; Kacandera went back inside around six in the morning, slept for about two hours, woke up, took a shower did her hair and make up, she wasn’t about to go to visit looking horrible, it had been months since she had seen her Aunt and Uncle, she hadn’t felt like socializing much since Rabastan’s death, and left for Roddy’s Manor.
She got there and had to think about going though the gates and knocking at the big oak door.
She finally got up enough ‘guts’ to do this and a bloody house elf answered, allowing her in and telling her to wait in the parlor while he went and got her Aunt and Uncle. Kacandera placed herself on the chair and waited, looking around, tapping her fingers against the chair’s arms, she couldn’t leave now so she had to face them, it wasn’t like she didn’t want to, it was just that she hadn’t seen them in so long, she didn’t want them to think she blew them off and didn’t want them anymore.
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