The Basement [Will contain violence]

Felix had fled.. for quite a while he had been fleeing, escaping the sorrows of the life he had made for himself. In the process, he had lost all contact with his fiancee, Naomi Greyback, and his ability to torture had diminished, trying to stay underwraps, and Felix's sanity was slowly ebbing. He had gotten a house for himself, situated in the basement of a friend. A room he lived in, and another room, that had his equipment, that was directly connected to his bedroom. His 'bedroom' was a kitchen, living room, and bedroom mix, a bed in a corner, a kitchen area, with a small table, and a couch. The room connected was smaller, had a single operating table set out in it, and the walls were lined with shelves that had deadly looking weapons on it.

Weapons ranged from long twisted knives, to simple rods with a sharp end. This room was not able to be accessed from the hallway outside of it, and the only way in was through a door in Felix's room. There were more doors branching off from this first room, all exactly the same as the first, but all a little different. Such as a cage in one, and medieval torture devices in others. Felix had also taken extra precautions in putting silencing spells on the entire rooms, so no matter how much noise came from them, the noise never escaped to the upper floors.

But Felix wasn't in his house right now, in fact he wasn't anywhere near it. He was outside, walking along some empty streets, searching for his next, useless victim. The first one in a very long time.. someone he could take his frustrations out on, and hopefully, make into a very pleasant pet for him.

She was late. Again. Jamie hadn't meant to stay out late.. Just to get a quick drink with a few mates before going back to pick Prim up from Jen's and then heading home. But she had had one too many drinks and gotten herself turned around in the streets of London. Jen was going to be so angry. For awhile there had been many young muggle couples wandering around the streets, leaving their restaurants and bars to return to their apartments for late nights of shenanigans. But now the cold, dark alleys had emptied and she wandered alone. In a way it was almost nice to be alone for once. Nowadays Jamie didn't have much time to herself. Between work and Prim sleep no longer existed.

Finding herself a bit out of breath, Jamie stabilized herself on a brick wall of the building to her right. Running her fingers through her loose hair she looked around to try and make a last effort to figure out where she was. Nothing. All of the buildings and trees and cars were completely foreign to her. Turning she looked down the small alley next to her. On the other side she saw the lapping of water. Finally - some sort of landmark to center herself off. With a new sense of relief Jamie set off down the damp alley. She blinked and the outline of a man's figure appeared. "Hello?" Jamie called uncertainly, not sure if her mind was playing tricks on her. It wasn't fear.. Jamie had her wand and she had long ago stopped worrying about monsters in her closet.

After the last two years nothing could scare her.

ooc: challenge accepted

Beautiful, she was a beautiful girl, and a drunk girl by the looks of it. He had seen her walk out of the bar, and had followed her for quite some time. She walked like she felt like she was alone, which was good. She took her sweet time, and it wasn't very long before he realized she was lost. A drunk, beautiful, lost girl. Just there for the taking. He only had to figure out one thing before he could grab her, and in order to do that, he had to talk to her. So when she set off down an alleyway, he skirted off around the building and got to the other side of the alley, and started down it as she walked from the other end.

Felix had his cloak's hood pulled up, rather not be recognized that night, if he was to get this girl and make her his pet.. then he would love to get his hands on her. She was beautiful enough to make into a regular pet if time allowed. Felix moved into the alley, and he heard her say something. "Ma'am.. are you alright?" He asked gently, his voice soft and kind. "This is no place for a pretty woman like yourself.. can I help you get home?" He asked gently, he quickly took off his cloak, and avoided her eyes as he placed it around her shoulders.

Jamie saw the figure appear out of the the darkness. The man blurred a little, before coming back into focus. He was wearing a cloak with the hood up so she couldn't see his face. Somewhere in the back of her brain this sent up a red flag but she ignored it. It wasn't likely that she would meet another wizard in a giant city full of mostly muggles. She expected him to pass but he stopped by her. "Ma'am.. are you alright? This is no place for a pretty woman like yourself.. can I help you get home?" Jamie stopped walking and felt a little dizzy standing still. As her threw the clock over her shoulders all warnings of stranger danger were stamped out. He was probably just another friendly muggle, looking to get laid. But as she caught herself from stumbling, Jamie knew she would need help getting home.. and it was looking doubtful she could find someone else.

"Yeah I do." Jamie said, distractedly. Now that the hood was off she was able to look at the man's face. There was no question that he was exceedingly handsome. And something about the kind air that he dealt with her. It was just so helpful. Jamie was sure that this was the kind of man that she would like to get to know on a deeper level. Her lips formed a very 'duck face' shape and she made her finger into a pointer, spinning in a circle like a broken compass. "Home is.." Spinning was making her even dizzier. "That way?" she said pointing back the way she came. Honestly, Jamie had no idea. But maybe if they traveled far enough she would see some sort of landmark that would jog her memory to where she was. And this man could just make sure she didn't kill herself until then.

Felix laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, attempting to look soothing, kind, gentle. "You are too drunk to be deciding directions right now love." He said gently. "Here, let me take you to my place alright? You can lay on my couch and sleep it off until the morning, then I'll take you home." He smiled at her, and gently started to steer her out of the alleyway, heading in a direction that was towards a safe house he kept up. He had multiple little places set up in basements and even apartments that he used irregularly, they were often dirty and unused when he got around to them, but he knew of one of his apartments near there, he'd do as he said... until she passed out, and then he would do what he wanted.

"Come on love.. here.. I'll carry you..." He bent down, and put his arm behind her knees, before pulling up, and taking her full weight in his arms. He pulled her closer to his chest and smiled down at her gently. "What's your name love?" He asked gently, walking down the road, carrying his damsel, feeling like a knight who had just saved his damsel in distress, only to deliver her onto the doorstep to hell itself.

In a state like hers Jamie failed to see anything wrong with letting a handsome stranger pick her up and carry her off. In fact she barely realized what was happening. She happily closed her eyes with sleepiness, barely feeling the man's strong arms wrapped around her. Taking her to his place.. that sounded nice. Warm, sleepy sofas, in the hot man's house. Nothing sounded more lovely or inviting. Jamie mumbled something un-understandable and rolled her head to look at him. "Jamie." she said simply. At least she remembered that, even though the last name was a bit fuzzy right now.

She flopped her head over again. This time is landed on his strong shoulder. She snuggled into it, grateful for the extra heat. The night was getting colder and colder now, the suns disappearance clearly noticeable. She patted the arm that was wrapped around her, as if trying to get his attention. "And you?" she asked. Although it didn't really matter, Jamie wanted to know the name of her rescuer. It would oddly make her feel just a little bit better about letting a random stranger take her back to their house. Not that Jamie seemed to really care about those sorts of things.. She did get pregnant when she was 16. Tonight could have been one of those nights. The date had been such fun. Jamie throught they had really had a connection together. But in traditional Reid fashion he hadn't made a big move on her. Stupid boy. Didn't he realize she was interested? Not that it mattered now. She had Mister Hottie with a Body right here. Rescuing her.

Felix smiled slightly as he carried her down the street, adjusting her slightly so that she was easier to carry, and he glanced down when she tugged on his arm. She was warm, which was nice, and when she asked for his name, he walked in silence for a long moment, thinking. "Peter.. Peter Doyle.. is my name." He said gently, and pushed open a door to a building with his foot. He made his way up the stairs, almost to the very top of the building, before he opened the door to an apartment with a key that he somehow managed to wrangle out of his pocket. Without even a step inside, he pulled his wand in the same motion, and everything cleaned itself double time. He didn't think she'd notice, because the second they walked in, it smelt like cologne and alcohol.

"Welcome home."He whispered into her ear, and walked into a modern style flat, his eyes took in the rarely used space, all of his stuff was there, the food in the fridge was good, the room looked beautifully clean. There was a dog bed in the corner, but no dog, he hoped she wouldn't notice. He moved her to a modern style sofa and sat her down on it gently, finding a pillow he placed it under her head and smiled. "Get some sleep Miss Jamie, I'll be here when you wake up." he said gently and stood up, closing the door to the flat and going into the kitchen to make himself some coffee.

Jamie had forgotten his name the second after he said it. She noticed absolutely nothing amiss as the couple entered the flat. It smelled like booze, something that threatened to churn Jamie's already upset stomach. She smiled as she was lowered onto the sofa, happy to have the warm comforts of a home away from home. Oh, Jen was going to be so angry with her. But no matter. Jamie would go over and explain everything in the morning. But now was the time for sleep. No need for counting sheep - Jamie was knocked out before he even placed the pillow underneath her head. Her dreams were soft and comforting. She was running over the lawns of Hogwarts, giggling with glee and her own childishness. No one came to tell her to go back to class.

- - -

Jamie woke later than she would have liked. She wasn't really sure what time it was but the sun was already way above the horizon. There was no question that she was already late for work. She sat up way too quickly and ended up falling back down again from the rush of blood to her head. Wiping the little spot of drool off her chin, she attempted re-gaining a vertical position. Jamie realized she was still wearing the things from last night. In the same moment she realized that she was in an unknown apartment, in an unknown part of town, in a possibly unknown city. What are she gotten herself into last night? Quickly she made her way over to the window that looked out over the street. There had to be something she recognized. Nope. Nothing. Running her hands through her hair nervously, Jamie muttered "F**k." She supposed she would just have to brave the world outside. There was no point in asking directions from whoever lived here. There was probably very little chance they would remember who she was either, anyway.

What had happened last night?

Felix stood in the kitchen when she woke up, he had her wand in his hand, and was fingering it carefully. "So you're a witch." He said carefully. He had shaved that morning and was wearing fresh clothes. He didn't have any bags under his eyes, and he looked even more handsome than he had last night. He also had a look on his face, and his body posture showed that he knew he was handsome as well. He held up her wand in his hand, his own was with it, and he had a cup of coffee in the other hand.

"You slept late this morning." he said, pocketing both wands, his eyes locked on her. He watched her look around the flat and looked around, quite proud of his home. "Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, it's not wise to let random strangers take you home drunk late at night." He said gently, holding onto his cup silently. There was a growl from across the room, and a dog appeared from the shadows by the front door. This dog was much larger than any normal dog, looked like a pureblooded wolf, his eyes were almost human. "Meet Hyde..." Felix said and sat down silently, motioning to the seat across from him, for her to sit down as well. "He won't attack unless I tell him too." He said and smiled over at Hyde. "And you don't want him to attack.. his saliva will cause infection.. No matter what you do to heal it, it will get infected, so I suggest you do what I say.." Felix smiled at her calmly, and took a sip of his coffee.

"So tell me about yourself Miss Jamie.. you left a bar drunk as F***, and now you're here.." He smiled at her. "Anyone gonna miss ya for a while? Any relatives or family?"

At a voice, Jamie turned around suddenly to face the speaker. It was a very handsome man, who was lounging on the other side of the room in a way that made you suspect that he knew exactly how gorgeous he was. For a second Jamie thought she might not mind so much if she had accidentally slept with him but then she saw what he was holding. Her wand. The casual way in which she addressed her as a witch confirmed her suspicion that he was a wizard too. Not having her wand by her side felt almost physically painful. And the way he pocketed it was the first thing that told her something was wrong. She didn't say anything, watching him closely. When the dog, Hyde, appeared Jamie visibly tensed up. It wasn't so much the fanged, poisonous, wolf part that scared her but the confirmation that she was in a dangerous situation. 

When he asked her about family or relations she finally felt the need to speak. "No." she said as plainly and calmly as possible. She recognized this mans face and had finally placed him from wanted posters she had seen out of the corner of her eye. His name, deeds, and threat level remained unknown to her but she could tell he wasn't someone to anger. "I am completely and utterly alone." The way he carried himself and talked to her like she was a child who was caught misbehaving.. She didn't want him knowing about her daughter. "But I do have a boss who will be very disappointed if I'm late for work again." She started moving slowly towards the doorway. "This would be fun but I really think it's time I go now." Jamie was already assessing possible ways out. She was sure she wouldn't be able to make it to the door. Her wand was forgotten and she only wanted to leave this too-perfect house.