The Killing Kind ~Lucius Malfoy~

Victims

"Please don't kill me!" 

Alexis Newhart listened to the man beg for his life. She finished tying his arms behind his back, knotting them to the chair he sat in. She stood back to admire her handiwork, watching him from behind.

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you." The man squirmed against his restraints. 

A small smile formed on Alexis's lips. Her hood covered her eyes partly, darkening her features. 

"Please!" 

Alexis removed her pocketknife from the inside of her cloak, her gloved hands wrapping around its handle. With the click of a button, the blade extended. Alexis took her time admiring the polished blade, watching her lightly freckled face reflect back to her. The man whimpered and Alexis returned her attention to him. 

She stuck the tip of the blade to his neck, putting enough pressure to draw a small amount of blood. She watched as it trickled down his neck. 

"Please don't do this!" the man wept, his dark hair wet with sweat. 

In a single heartbeat, Alexis thrusted the blade deep in his neck. The man spluttered and coughed, spitting up blood. Alexis watched as the blood tinted his shirt collar, the red liquid spilling fast and quick. It only took moments before the man fell silent, his head lolling to one side. 

"Hm." Alexis removed the blade from his neck.

She observed it, turning it over in her hand. She looked at the puncture wound, now spilling with blood.  

She moved to stand in front of the man. His eyes remained partly open. She bent down and looked into them; dark and lifeless. She stood back up and wiped the blade against her cloak, cleaning it. Once the knife was safely back inside her pocket, she got to work. 

She took out her wand and undid the ropes tying his legs and arms. His body fell forward, crashing onto the wooden floor. Using magic, she lifted him, allowing his body to bump into walls as she moved him. 

She walked out the front door, the body floating behind her. The street was deserted and dark. She set the body down on the grass, the blood quickly staining the ground red. She looked up at the house until she found a good spot. The end of the gutter stuck out and she magicked her rope to hang from the gutter, tying a noose on the other end. She lifted the man once more, hanging him from his neck. 

Alexis walked to the road, turning back to look at the house. The man hung on the front for everyone to see. As she smiled to herself, she apparated away. 

Alexis walked into a dingy house that appeared abandoned from the outside. A man sat lounging on the black sofa, a book in hand. He jumped when Alexis walked in. 

"Jesus, you scared me," he said. 

The man brushed his black hair out of his eyes and looked at Alexis up and down as she removed her hood. 

"You really ought not to get so much blood on yourself," the man said. "One of these days, it'll be your downfall." 

"Doubt it," Alexis said, a smile curling on her lips as she removed her cloak, setting it on an armchair. 

"I take it it went well?" he asked. 

"I'm alive, aren't I?" Alexis sat beside the man, forcing him to sit up and make room. His body was lean and toned, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up, revealing his strong and tattooed arms. 

"Did he struggle?" he asked. 

"They all do." Alexis removed her gloves, setting them on the coffee table. "He died quicker than I wanted. I think the wound was too deep." 

"You're slacking," the man teased, a playful smile on his lips. 

"And what did you do all night, Demetri? Just sit here and read?" 

"Actually, no." Demetri reached behind him and pulled out a notebook, tossing it to Alexis. It landed in her lap. "I've been busy getting another 5 names." His smirk was cocky, his eyes taunting. 

Alexis flipped through the book until she got to the most recent entry. She examined the names. "I don't recognize any of them." She frowned. 

"Check the last one." 

"Malfoy?" Alexis looked at Demetri. 

"Does it ring any bells?" 

"Should it?" She looked back at the name, thinking hard. 

"They're one of the wealthiest Wizarding families in Britain," Demetri explained. "The man, Lucius, was pretty close to Voldemort before his downfall."

Alexis flinched at Voldemort's name. People began speaking it regularly, but it continued to send a shudder through her every time she heard it. 

"And he's still alive?" Alexis asked. 

"Yup." 

"If he was so close to Voldemort, then why haven't we killed him already?" 

"Like I said, their family has money. Loads of it." Demetri leaned back against the couch, draping his arm over the back. "They covered up their name once Voldemort died. Probably cost them a small fortune to erase all of those Ministry files. But, hey, money can buy you anything these days." 

"How did you find them?" 

"It was not easy," Demetri admitted. "But nothing is ever completely erased. Not if you know how to find it." 

Alexis eyed Demetri. He was an extremely talented Wizard and his abilities were wasted working for the Ministry of Magic. His advanced skills in Legilimency allowed him to infiltrate the most difficult minds. His position in the Department of Mysteries permitted him to search Ministry files for hours, having access to millions of files. Demetri casted an extremely strong invisibility charm, which allowed him to search wherever he wanted without being questioned. 

"Where do we find him?" Alexis asked, noticing that Demetri had only written down a name, nothing more. 

"I'm working on it." Demetri frowned slightly. "In the meantime, you should probably clean up. You look like Freddy Krueger." Demetri stood and stretched, his muscles flexing. "I'm going to bed. I work in the morning. Goodnight." 

"'Night," Alexis said, looking back down at the list. 

She flipped the page and scratched out the name Walden Macnair. She turned back to the newer list and read the name of her next victim: Antonin Dolohov, Azkaban.