The Cemetery

I wanna do like a super Amy entrance, but Crouch needs to be walking amongst the tombstone.

OOC Your wish is my command!

IC

This was the second day I had spent in this place and it was beginning to irritate me. I had already exhausted counting who I sent here but I need to stay here for the spell.

Amy was perched perfectly on the remains of an old angle statue placed perfectly so that when the moon illuminated her the stone wings seemed to be a part of her and alive shimmering slightly in the pale light. she smirked playfully, watching Crouch, but not saying anything yet. Simply waiting to see how long it would take for him to notice her there.

I sniff the air out of instinct and catch the scent of... nothing less than a goddess of war and mayhem. A reaper in woman form with the beauty that all predators could only envy and pray to rival.

"Hello sweetie!"

her smile brightened as she slid down from her perch landing directly infront of him "hello love.. I really have to let you know you look incredibly sexy brooding through the grave yard.." she wrapped her arms around his neck looking into his eyes happier than she had been in days.

"So do you..." I kiss her while turning my head, "What brings you down here? Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to have the company."

she kissed him back and grinned "I brought you a present! and besides I love grave yards.. they're full of so much death.. and misery... kinda makes me giddy.."

I laugh insanely, "Oh then you'll absolutely LOVE the next game I have in mind!"

"And what is this present?"

She reached behind the crumbling statue dragging a nice looking blonde girl by her arm from behind it, the girls face was frozen in fear a small scream seemed to be stuck on her lips, no sound escaping "Thought you might be hungry.. and boy this one freaked her self comatose.. quite funny actually.." her eyes brightened "what game have you been concocting with out me lover?"

I grin crazily as I look upon my next victim, "Well that was very considerate of you. I was growing quite thirsty out here. But first things first..."

I point my wand at her, "CRUCIO!!!!"

"As for what I have in mind, I have the perfect way to get Hogwarts back in our master's possession."

As the girl finally let her scream go at his curse collapsing to the ground and sobbing, Amy hummed a little enjoying the sound as though it were the sweetest sound "the sound they make when you torture is like pure euphoria for my mind.. " she looked gleeful "I already am loving the sound of that.. I miss making the mudbloods suffer." she leaned against one of the headstones .

I start to wave my arms as though I were a conductor directing a symphony of anguish.

"As do I! And this spell I have recently translated from old tomes tells me that I can create dopplegangers of some of my old prey to serve as a personal militia..."

She giggled darkly watching him "brilliant as usual... you have to make it doppelgänger of their friends though.. the agony that will cause just sounds spine tingling. "

"Oh don't worry, I've taken a considerable amount of time to choose which ones would do the most psychological harm." I laugh as I turn back to the girl, "I'm sorry, I didn't ask your name, how rude of me."

Amy grinned as she stepped next to Crouch wrapping her arm around his waist her head resting on his shoulder. The girl simply trembled as she looked up at the pair in terror. "Her name is Julie... "Amy smirked "managed to get it out of her before she freaked.."

I grin insanely at her, "Ahhh Julie... well did you know they advise killers against looking into the eyes of their victims, they say it haunts them forever..."

I kneel down to her level and look her dead in the eyes still grinning,

"Nope, I'd say that looks pretty forgettable compared to the others." I laugh insanely, as I lunge forward to sink my teeth in.

She smirked as Julie's new scream she had been building was cut short by a gurgling sound, soon the light had left her hazel eyes as Amy watched as though it was the best show on earth.

After I had finished my drink I sit up and wipe the blood from my mouth, taking on a wine conosseur's stereotypical accent, "I'm going to say... medium bodied, Chianti, 1978, a good year..." I laugh with a howl that wakes the bats in the bell tower.

She smiled and kissed his softly, licking up and remaining drops from the corner of his mouth "they taste quite nice young..and especially so after you've scared them half to death."

I continue to laugh as I look down at her fallen form, "Well say what you will be, nothing taste better than terror at the end of the day."

She smirked mischievously, her fingers sliding up his shirt a little "I can think of a few things that taste a little better.."

"Ohhh..." I smirk at her, "And I believe I know what you're thinking about." I kiss her lovingly.

She kissed him back passionately teeth nipping his lip lightly "great minds definitely think alike."

"Actually great minds think for themselves if you know what I mean..." I smirk at her mischievously as I kiss her.

She grinned against his lips "indeed I do.."