Snakes in the Grass

Chapter Four

None of the Snatchers slept very well that night. Worries of what was to come were swirling around in their minds, keeping them from finding slumber. Snape and Greyback had gotten into another fight during dinner, which resulted in food being thrown and wasted. To make matters worse, when Snape angerly stomped away wiping the gravey off of her check, Greyback ordered them to clean up the mess. And they did. Well, all except Scabior, who had followed Snape into their tent. How was it fair that their leaders could behave like children, but the trainees had to clean up their messes?

Hayse let out a small moan and rolled over, trying to get comfortable. The mat on the floor wasn't exactly high quality. Not that she was complaining. It was more than she had expected to be given. She was lucky to not be sleeping on the ground. But some sleep would be nice as well. If everything turned out the way she was expecting it to, she would need to be well rested tommorrow. From the way Leeson was talking, the Snape girl knew what she was doing, as hard as it was for her to beleive.

Hayse was all about woman in power, but just by looking at Snape should could tell she wasn't a tough as she was letting on. She was still in school, after all, and all school girls thought about was boys and clothes. Well, typically, anyway. So should someone like that be leading You-Know-Who's Snatchers? 

You-Know-Who selected her.

She kept telling herself. He would pick someone who didn't know what they were doing. That is, unless He had something else planned.

Across the tent Dunn laid on his back, starring at the cloth ceiling of the tent. His hands were under his head, supporting it a bit. He sighed:

He really hoped that this Snape girl was going to come through for them. He was having some pretty good feelings, but even so, it could end badly. All he wanted was to be able to catch lots of the people that was on The List. Not that he had actually  seen the list, but he knew it was somewhere. They would recieve it once the training was over. Then, they could begin Snatch, which was the most important thing. 

It was made clear when he signed up that a regular salery would not be given. Instead, they would be given a reward for every person Snatched. Different captures would be worth different amounts, depending on the threat of the victum. He hoped with all of his might that they would be sucessful, so he could send as much money as he could home. 

He hated to leave Emily, but with the baby on the way, they needed some sorce of income. It was okay for the two of them to go hungry, but he wouldn't let the child. He hated being away from his wife like this, especially in the fragile state she was in, but there was nothing he could do. They needed the money, and nothing was going to stop him from getting it, not even her pleas for him to come home. 

Greyback woke up and watched in annoyance as Scabior stood over Snape in her cot, nudging her shoulder.

"Elle, you need to get up." He encouraged, nudging again. Greyback let out a throaty growl.

"I am trying to sleep." He hissed. It was late at night, and he didn't appreicate being woken up after finally getting to sleep in the first place.

"Well, then go back to sleep." Scabior curtly replied, then turned his attention back to the girl, who finally let out a pitiful,

"What...?"

"You need to get up. Come on." He pulled on her arm. She gave in, and tiredly stood up. "Come on." He said again, leading her out. She followed in a zombie-like state.

When they finally exited, Greyback let out another annoyed growl. Was this really who the Dark Lord wanted training them? She already seemed too young to handle a job of this size, but now, after that display, Greyback wasn't sure she was even as old as she had said. That still didn't take away the curious longing he had for her, or any other female for that matter. She still had the parts to make it work. 

Again he felt himself longing for the feel of female skin. The smell of them. The taste...

Greyback rubbed his eyes. Snape was no woman: she was a girl. Nothing more than a girl. Besides, there was no way he could get past Scabior to get to her. As many times as he kept telling himself that, it felt hard to believe. If he really wanted to, he could get to her. He could do what ever he wanted with her. Forget the filthy half-breeds they were going to capture. They were too easy, anyway. Snape was a challenge. She was-

"Alright, come on."

He stiffened as the tent flap reopened. Scabior held it back as Snape came through, just a sluggish as before. She yawned, her mouth opening wide, before rubbing her eye and slowly walking back to her cot.

"Go back to sleep." Scabior instructed as she laid down.

"Kay..." She mummbled back. Moments later, she was deep in sleep. Greyback lifted his head, peaking over at her. Scabior, getting back into bed himself, glanced at Greyback out of the corner of his eyes. He noticed the werewolve's stare. 

"Don't even look at her." Scabior warned. Greyback let out a choked laugh. 

"She's here to look at, so I'm going to enjoy it while I can." He replied. Scabior's face instantly turned red, but he said nothing. Instead, he carefully made sure that Snape was fully covered by her blanket, then covered up with his own. Greyback snorted and rolled over. There was nothing else for him to look at; Scabior was blocking the view. 

'Who did that bloke think he was? Her father?' Greyback thought, stretching his legs out. If he hoped to get any use out of her, he would just have to wait unitl morning. Send them out training or something. Get rid of Scabior. He grinned: Yeah, that's what he'd do. 

And on that note, Greyback closed his eyes and went back to sleep.