A Disconcerting Disapparation (Rezza)

Sterling, who had spent the last year in frigid Finland. Sikasyyla--the school he had attended for the last year--was second rate with an incredibly low populace. There were only three teachers in the school, all of which transferred every shred of knowledge they had to Sterling. He learned it immediately (and already had learned most at Hogwarts) and spent the remainder of the year rather bored, and dreading the meager supply of books.

Having traveled by Floo powder to Marseilles for shorter apparation distance, (for splinching as far as Finland would have been incredibly inconvenient) he had now arrived and Number 12, Grimmauld Place. He had never formally resigned from the Order of the Phoenix, although he hadn't been particularly useful as far away as he was.

Dusting off the arms of his robes and coughing a bit of soot he looked at the door. Immediately, he detected a hint of strangeness upon his surroundings. First, there were audible shouts emanating from inside and bursts of light shining through the grimy windows.

He drew his wand and peered around, eyes narrowed. As much as he hated confrontation, his heart was pounding with excitement. Finland was completely devoid of Dark Wizards, and (though Sterling hated to admit it), it got incredibly dull without Dark Wizards to loathe and battle.

All in all, he was ecstatic, and terrified, to be home.

Nerezza slashed her wand violently, aiming for a student nearby the front door. Watching as the blood poured all over the poor creature's skin, she simply smiled. Unable to stop herself, she leaned forward and pinned the child to the wall before moving her tongue across his neck. Her entire body shook as his blood ran down her throat, giving her the much needed boost. Feeling him squirm against her, she cackled wildly, throwing him away from her when she was finished. He looked up at her from the ground, aghast, but she simply smiled. Wiping at her mouth, she touched her bloodied fingers to her lips and sucked on them gratefully, having missed the flavor of the crimson liquid.

Her eyes slid back into her head with pleasure, the black fading into emerald at the return of her abnormal sanity. As she turned to find someone else to torment, her green eyes fell on a lone figure standing outside. The door had been blasted open naturally and she could see him perfectly. The smile that twisted her now caramel face was both beautiful and frightening. Without looking at anyone else, she stepped outside and murmured in her velvet purr, "Well, well, well . . . Sterling Silver. It has been quite a while. Are you just going to stare at me like a buffoon or are you going to ask me how my stay in Azkaban was?" Her smile turned vicious and she stepped down the stairs slowly, each movement she made causing the new blood upon her to leak down across her caramel skin. She had a bullet wound in her arm, which hadn't yet stopped bleeding. It was still causing her pain, but she loved it, as she enjoyed the one that had been shot into her back.

Her black dress had been tattered, but she hadn't taken the time to notice it. Her caramel legs were sticky with blood and sweat but she didn't seem to realize it. Her entire focus was on the young boy in front of her, the one that she had found extremely handsome and devastatingly good. She had always found it irritating, but had enjoyed kissing him on those few occasions. It had always tortured that damned Chase Moor. Cackling wildly, she twirled in front of him, similar to a gothic and twisted ballerina before stopping right in front of him. Her lips formed into that wolf-like smile as she reached out to trace his squared jaw with a pointed fingertip before she whispered, "How are you, darling? Long time no see." Her smile turned ruthless.

Sterling was looking around curiously when the door blasted open, giving his robes a fresh coat of dust to supersede the previous one. Coughing again rather stupidly, he squinted at the silhouette in the doorway with gorgeous curves he vaguely recognized. He couldn't believe his eyes... his beloved enemy, Nerezza.

His heart pounded audibly the sound exploding through his ears, his own blood coursing through his body as he saw all of it on her. A familiar tugging sensation beset him... one he had grown unfamiliar with. Every inkling of his being was drawing him toward her... gave him the desire to taste the blood that poured so liberally from Nerezza's smooth, gorgeous skin...

With a shudder of desire he took and involuntary step forward. His mortal enemy stood before him, as welcome as an old friend in his long dormant heart.

A new thought occured to him: What the hell was going on? Why was Nerezza at Grimmauld Place?? He shoved that unpleasant thought momentarily aside. He didn't need to complicate matters now, especially since his thoughts were muddled and incoherent, his actions not driven by logic, nor reason, by simple instinct. The sight before him aroused his interest, sparked his memory, and drew him irresistibly forward.

Every time he imagined meeting Nerezza again, he had imagined cursing her fearlessly, standing his ground with valor and courage... that wasn't the situation at all, however. He was now striding toward her at a brisk pace. He stepped straight up to her, close enough to brush noses with her.

Without a thought, he merely whispered "It's been a while, nice to see you again." before him promptly placed his hand behind her smooth neck, lacing his fingers through her silky hair, to pull her inward to taste the blood dripping freely from her mouth.

Nerezza smiled viciously when she noticed Sterling coughing. He was always the awkward boy in her opinion. She thought it was extremely cute, but he could only be so adorable before she felt like puking up her insides. The surprise in his eyes was nearly laughable, but the Italian kept the smooth and mocking grin upon her full lips. He may have been attractive, but she was the hottest damn thing to ever walk the earth. He should be in awe of her simple presence. Noticing the longing in his familiar silver eyes, she allowed a giggle of malevolence to flow from her mouth, tinging her entire face with contempt. When he took a step forward, she raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to come closer. He knew she was a ticking time bomb, so why even test the insanity brimming at the top of her brain?

Confusion set into his eyes and she smirked. She had no idea why he had not already been in the battle for she knew him to be on the opposite side. Smirking, she muttered, "Have you come to enjoy the party, Sterling?" Her lips curved into that wicked grin that had usually come to fall upon her face, flooding it with a look of constant mischief and mystery. If he had no idea of the battle raging on inside the house, he was bound to figure it out eventually. He was in Ravenclaw, after all. He must have been put into that house for a reason. She always enjoyed finding the weaker men, to tempt them with her movements and words, eager for their touch. She always found it irritating when a man could deny her.

Another cruel smile ripped across her face as he grew closer to her. She found it amusing that he was eager for her, but she felt nothing in comparison to his desire. She had long since lost the longing for human contact. It was appreciated at times, when she got bored, but she didn't need it to survive. She thought such things were for weaker beings. Her emeralds widened ever so slightly as she realized how close he was to her, nearly t0uching. Raising an eyebrow at his words, she suddenly threw her head back and cackled wildly, thinking him to be off his rocker to be so polite, even if it had been in a mocking way. When she looked back at him, however, her head had been pulled forward, and their lips crashed up0on each other quite in a hardy manner. She grinned against his mouth before moving her lips to his jaw, tracing her tongue along his skin before pulling back and somersaulting a few feet away. "I see that you are still quite in love with me. How shocking." She smirked coldly.

Sterling smiled, then laughed bitterly. He brandished his wand, assuming the Finnish Fencing Position. In his opinion, it was significantly more effective than British Dueling. "Love? I think you need your senses checked. That's what I call hatred" he said, sarcastic grin never leaving his face. "It really is nice to see you again, though. I've met several Finnish girls more attractive than you... kissed two or three. However, they get unbearably dull after a while, you know what I mean?" he said calmly, surprised at his own casualness.

He couldn't stop his eyes from admiring Nerezza's zesty curves for a moment, but he snapped back into focus immediately. Confundus! he thought, without saying a word. The spell was invisible, and his wand had been drawn with absolutely no change in posture for the last thirty seconds. She would have no way of knowing that it was coming, nor any means of knowing it hit her... she would merely feel tired and stupid.

Hopefully.

Nerezza always had a trick or seven up her sleeves. The thought of sleeves drew Sterling's eyes down to her dress, across her tattered and bleeding arms. He snapped back to her face, unwilling to be distracted for a moment.

After all, that's exactly how long it would take him to die.