Elvira was not sure what caused it, but she loved the delicious look that spread on the face of the woman in front of her. She wasn’t good at telling other’s—besides her brother—emotions, but it caused a stirring in herself when she saw it. A celebration!<em>Oh my</em>, Elvira didn’t even care for the ‘secrets’ this celebration was derived from, she was just happy her night wasn’t going to be spent in a bland graveyard; was this some sort of theme? Was there a rhyme to reason of why this celebration was being held here? Who cares, it was a party now, and Elvira was going to enjoy it. “Alvira,” Elvira playfully swat at her older brother, “you didn’t mention that this was a celebration.” She pouted; he knew she loved gatherings.<br/><br/>Alvira was intensely watching the torture of the Muggle woman, such creativity placed into her torture, too bad he didn’t have the mind to appreciate it. He didn’t play with his killings; he just<em>killed</em>, very quickly, actually. He felt his sisters tapping, and closed his eyes in serene.<br/><br/>“It was to be a surprise.” He was honest; Alvira had intentions on surprising his sister with the festivities of tonight; was he upset that Kyraina ruined it? Of course not, he didn’t really care that much—he cared for his sister—but she was going to find out any ways, so~. “Tell me, Elvira, have you ever murder any one?” Alvira asked, of course, he already knew the answer, but it didn’t stop him from giving a faint smirk, and folding the arm his sister held, to hold hers.<br/><br/>Elvira looked up at him stun, he knew that answer, but she was sure it was more of an invitation, than that of a question, “<em>I’ve not</em>…” She whispered, wide brown eyes gazing up to stare at his dark lashes, lashes that matched her own.<br/><br/>Elvira wanted to beam, was he implying what she think he was implying, she had never killed a<em>thing</em>let along a person—wasn’t that… illegal? No, her brother killed all the time, she knew this before he even joined this little organization.<br/><br/>“This is a Muggle village,” Alvira started, eye now boring into his ecstatic little sister, “the must be extinguished,” he continued, releasing her grip from his arm, and turning in the direction of the town, “they are all not<em>dead</em>. yet.” He gritted out, Alvira could smell the Muggle’s stink so badly, that he could taste it.<br/><br/>“And who will kill them?” Elvira whispered, eagerness in her voice, though world around her didn’t matter anymore, it was now just her and her brother, no one else matter.<br/><br/>Alvira looked back over to his sister, he wasn’t in as much as a strong daze as she was, but the world didn’t matter right now; it never did. “Would<em>you</em>like to?” Alvira asked, but he could feel the plead radiating from her.<br/><br/>“Oh, would I.” Elvira smiled, rushing to the other side of Alvira, pointing in the direction of the village. “Let us hurry, before they are all dead.” She was very accepting of this, she hadn’t done much since her coming of age, and unlike her brother, she was content with ignoring Muggles and Dirtbloods entirely, but now she had a chance to kill them—she didn’t care why they were dying—she just wanted to see the elusive emotion of death. Her parents died while she was away at school, so she didn’t have the chance to see it.<br/><br/>“I thought you were tired?” Alvira asked, watching as his sister suddenly became very jittery; wasn’t she just bitter and bored looking just a few minutes ago.<br/><br/>“Don’t tease~.” Elvira scowled, she was saying how late at night it was, now it didn’t seem so late anymore; the night was young! “Come on.” She pleaded, grabbing his arm.<br/><br/>Alvira wasn’t resistant, so he followed his sister, as she dragged him off to town. This was nice, taking a walk through the moonlight night; even the burnt smell of destruction didn’t ruin the mood. How exciting this would be, the town was a mess, but some places were untouched, she do hope there were still some left. Alvira grabbed his sister’s arm, and dragged her to a house, he Alohomora the door, and the two strolled in. To say the least, this house was boring, new objects, but nothing exciting; Elvira was really expecting some sort of circus home, but it was bland—surprisingly elegant—but an dull eyesore to her fashionable soul.<br/><br/>Elvira’s heels clicked on the wooden floor, as the silence of the night filled the room, “Come out, come out little mice.” Oh, look it there, a table set for two, but no one was there to enjoy the cold meal. “Do you think they are hiding from us, Al?” Elvira questioned, with false confusion.<br/><br/>“Maybe, check up stairs.” Alvira told, though he could hear them, probably shivering in a closet somewhere; well, the other Death Eaters weren’t exactly quiet about their endeavors.<br/><br/>Elvira nodded, and climbed up the Oakwood stairs, velvety carpet that must feel nice on one’s feet. Elvira went to open all the doors on the top floor, not being to quite about it as she swung each wooden plank against its frame. She would glance around, but no one was present; it wasn’t until they reached a bedroom, did they find it locked. Elvira did the honors of opening it, and glanced around. Alvira watched as she walked further into the blue hued room, and quickly cast the Petrificus Totalus spell, freezing the husband that removed his form from behind the door.<br/><br/>“Merlin, you’ve scared me.” Elvira jumped and watched as the man fell with a thud, she was horrible in the battlefield, Alvira noted. A small ‘eep’ was heard, and Elvira used a spell to drag her from under the bed.<br/><br/>“Henry, you killed him!” The woman shouted, she was small, and frail looking, maybe in her late forties/early fifties.<br/><br/>Elvira laughed, “He’s not dead, dear, just snuggled up<em>tight</em>.” Alvira bounded her, too, and allowed Elvira to get a good look at them.<br/><br/>“Leave her alone, you monsters.” The older man called, turning his head from the blue carpet to speak.<br/><br/>“Monsters?” Elvira looked hurt, she was no monster, “Do I look like a monster?” She asked the woman; bending down to show the nice pink sheath dress she wore, not to mention her lovely shoes and hair. “Of course I don’t.” She slapped the woman, and the woman cried out, but sobbed mainly from fear. Damn whatever scene the Death Eater’s caused before them, the family were petrified, and all they did was break in. Elvira looked over to her brother, “They’re boring; I’m bored of them—stop crying!” Elvira shouted at the woman, and she choked.<br/><br/>“Don’t touch her!” The man couldn’t fully see his wife, but he only assumed they were attacking her. His wife used this attention to sob again.<br/><br/>“Make them shut up; I thought you bound them, why are they talking?” Elvira didn’t like the noise, her and her brother yelled plenty enough, they didn’t need other people making noise too.<br/><br/>“I did. Do you not want to hear them scream?” Alvira perfected the Petrificus Totalus curse, he could petrify a single body part from a finger, all the way to the whole body. His sister was a strange one, he’d only assumed she’d want to talk to them, so he left their vocal tools free.<br/><br/>“I did,” He was right, she did want to talk to them, possibly spook them a little, get to know them before they died, but the sort of lost the element of surprise, before they even got here. “but they’re obnoxious now—roll him over for me.” Her talking was quick, and came one after the other as if she was distracted, but she wasn’t. Oh, look at their clothes, so fancy, were they going out? How romantic, dinner for two downstairs? “Did we… perhaps, interrupt something?” Elvira asked, but they couldn’t answer, as they were fully under the curse now. “Oh, we did—Alvira, you’re so insensitive—we’ve interrupted a romantic moment between… husband and wife?” Of course, if they didn’t, another would, but she was just playing the part.<br/><br/>Elvira walked over to the flipped over husband, and laid on the floor beside him with her head in her hands. “You know you are going to die, right?” Elvira told in a whisper, the man was petrified, so he naturally looked shocked, but she could see fear in his eyes; that cloudy shade that wiggled in the iris. “Did you have a chance to kiss your wife, before all this? No?” Elvira asked, frowning as if he answered.<br/><br/>Standing, Elvira walked over to a dresser; that was bare, so she opened a nearby door, and her eye brighten—there! In the bathroom, she saw the makeup kit that was the culprit for the wife’s half-done face. Picking up the small gold and black hexagon tube, she walked over to the wife, and sat next to her. Grabbing her jaw, Elvira twisted it over to face her, and she pressed the red stick hard into the woman’s pale lips. Once her lips was heavily coated, and the lipstick smashed into nothing, Elvira pulled back to observe her work. Here was the hard part; she had to whip her pretty little pink lips clean. Elvira used the back of her wrist to smear the lipstick off, it stained her left cheek and wrist, but her mouth was fairly back to its original color. Alvira watched as his sister pulled the woman’s face to hers, and kissed her roughly. It was comical as she twisted her head, making more of a mess then anything. They both now looked wounded, as red smeared their lips, but Elvira was obviously pleased as she now had the red lipstick on her; she also loved the disgust in the woman’s eyes as she gazed into them. Standing, Elvira walked over to the husband again, and pulled his head up, he had saw, and a flood of emotions went through his eyes; many from fear to disgusted, and everything in between. Elvira kissed him.<br/><br/>“Avada Kedavra.” Alvira said once his sister sat up, and Elvira gasped as the green lighting passed quickly to the man who she just stood from.<br/><br/>“Hey~, watch it!” Elvira cried out, that could have hit her, but no fear passed through her, as she knew he would be careful around her… she hoped; sometimes she really didn’t know any more. The woman, too, was killed, and the siblings left, Elvira saw a lot of pretty things, but she didn’t take them; that was<em>Muggle</em>stuff. She wouldn’t pick diamonds off the floor, one could say.<br/><br/>“I want someone with blue eyes, now.” Elvira said, standing in front of the now abandon house.<br/><br/>“Really, now?” Alvira asked, what the hell did she want someone like that for? Alvira wouldn’t generally play around like this, he could kill a room full of Muggles, if they were close enough, and sometimes he did, binding them, pulling their body close, and then cursing them to death. He liked it simple and quick, but tonight he’d let his sister play—this was her first night of fun. “Why?” He couldn’t help but ask.<br/><br/>“Don’t you ever look into their eyes?” Elvira answered, with a question.<br/><br/>“No.” He didn’t, it was no point; unless on the rare occasion he was handling them, he wasn’t even close enough to get a good look at their filthy faces.<br/><br/>“Then go get me someone with blue eyes, and try it.” Elvira would wait. Blue eyes were receive, but it couldn’t be that uncommon.<br/><br/>This was Alvira’s fun, hunting. He’d find these blue eyes, and bring it back to her. He moved quickly, he didn’t want to leave her alone out there, with all of the Death Eaters having fun inside people’s homes. Hopefully they’d stay there awhile while he looked for blue eyes. Alvira killed whoever he found that didn’t have blue eyes, but that wasn’t much as the grandfather held a nice shade of pale blue eyes. Elvira tapped her foot as she waited, it was cold, and it almost made her rethink her clothing choice. But she thought they were going to a club lounge, so she dressed for artificial conditioning. She heard the cries and wheeze of the old man her brother held in his arms, he was old, but he still struggled. Alvira held him by the scruff of his plaid shirt, and dragged him over to Elvira.<br/><br/>Elvira clapped mockingly, and walked up to the old man, Alvira partially bound him—his arms and legs—so he would swing as his dear little sister, and brought his face to hers. “Oh~.” His eyes were so pretty, they sparkled with grays and blues, one was slightly clouded, but that didn’t effect it’s glass like appearance. “Kill him slowly for me, I want to see<em>everything</em>.” Elvira requested, and Alvira complied.<br/><br/>The old man was clutched by his neck, and Alvira turned him where the moonlight would shine slightly on his face. The man was held at arm’s length, and Elvira stood between him and her brother. She stood extremely close to the man, as he choked, and she rose to the tip of her toes to look into his eyes. “Look at me… I want to look into your eyes as you die.” Elvira whispered.<br/><br/>The blue went dark, then swirled around—fear—it then turned a very light shade, almost gray—passion, or adrenaline—after a few moments, it then spotted with a vibrant blue, almost cobalt; he stopped breathing. It was amazing, she loved it, it was the only way she could connect with other people, their eyes. She didn’t truly know what these emotions were, she just assumed by seeing them before; she never looked into the eyes of a dying man, but if that was it, then she would want to see it again and again.