Barker extreme

Felix felt himself smirking now. She really was some character. Now that she wasn't frightened for her life, she really had some spunk, and he liked it. "You don't need to put on an act for me, at all, ever. Just be yourself." He said and then suddenly realized that he really meant it. His home was the few places you could go, and just be yourself, without the world gazing down your back, telling you what to do. He had had enough of the world, and so had she, and that's what made them common. He brushed back some of her hair and kissed her forehead lightly. "So you have no goals, nothing that keeps you with me, but nothing that takes you away.. I see." He said carefully.

He gently moved so that he could look her in the eyes again. "When I go places, you are still my hostage, the entire guise, the scared look, the chain, everything, wherever I go, you go, and we can alter our lives. We can make them see that we aren't just tools to be brought to justice. Because really, what is justice, making people live? Hah!" He laughed and then hovered closer to her. "No more school eh? No more friends, no more family, just me, you and Hyde." He smirked at that and then moved in and his lips crashed down on hers again, tasting victory, along with something else. Maybe a bit of hope for the future? Nah, a slight twang of blood where his tooth had caught her lips and scratched it, causing it to bleed, now THAT was a future.

Naomi carefully watched him, her cold eyes revealing something more than they had before, a softness that had somehow been unlocked. The gray stones that were her eyes has become more human, more relateable, something more becoming of a young woman. Still, the edge was there, still some of the hostile danger that had set her apart. But it was lit with passion as well.

She listened to his words, her eyes penetrating his, listening carefully to his words. She understood. Alone, there would be no act. Surrounded by the hypocrites, there would be one. The irony of it all. They were putting on a show for them, for all the idiots who expected no different. And right under their nose, they were proving their foolish prejudices wrong. Fools...

She nodded, understanding the importance. She would remain the innocent hostage, but in a way, that added more danger to her person. She could commit crimes that would go unnoticed and unpunished. She would be forgive, be absolved. And if anything were to happen, she could continue on, fix the situation. She was no longer Felix Barker's hostage. She was his partner.

She nodded. "Okay." He said no more school, family, and friends. She said, "I never had that anyway, really. I think I prefer this." He kissed her and she felt her lip begin to bleed slightly, but she ignored it, kissing him back and wrapping her arms around his neck, brushing her hands against his hair again, smiling into the kiss. She was insane, but she liked it better this way. Sanity was overrated. Insanity was much too irresistible.

-a few days later-

Felix appeared in a fireplace not far from his home. It appeared to be an abandoned home they had flooed into, obviously a wizarding house. Felix looked around quickly, and smiled. He had discovered that you could name any location you wanted, and as long as you thought where you were going, you'd go there. So you could say 'the moon' and be thinking of your front room, and it would take you to your front room. So he had named this wizarding home his home, and now they were here. He pushed the rolly chair that had Khaat Lupin, passed out on it into the room, and then down a narrow hallway. "Come on Naomi, I may need some help with her.." He said with a grunt, as he pulled her out of her chair. "She's heavier then I thought she'd be." He grumbled, and opened a closet door.

He had taken extra precautions so that no one could easily follow them to his new warehouse. He bent down and opened a trapdoor in the floor of the closet. "You go down, and I'll lower her down after you." He said looking back for Naomi. Khaat would be waking soon, so he had to get her into her holding cell before then. He looked at Naomi and grinned. "That was easier then I thought it would be, but we aren't there yet, so we'll have to wait until we get to the warehouse.. then you have to be there when she wakes up.. remember, you never stepped foot in St. Mungos.. someone was impurized and sent in your place." He said with a grin as he made room for Naomi to lower herself down the ladder, that would lead to a narrow sewer system, which would then lead up into the warehouse that the cell was in.

Naomi opened one eye cautiously and then the other. She hated Floo Powder, but she knew it had been their only means of escape. She coughed lightly and followed Felix as he pushed Khaat Lupin, sprawled out in her office chair, and went to help him as he lifted her. Naomi helped adjust the woman's weight, trying to get used to her perfume and her look. She would have to pretend to like this woman form the Minsitry she so hated for awhile.

Naomi followed, reaching up every now and then to help Felix with this Ministry woman and then stopped as he bent to open a trap door. She grinned at his words, saying softly, "Candy from a baby." She listened to his words and then nodded saying, "Yes, I'm just as confused as she is." She smirked and then made her way down the latter, hopping down the last few steps. She reached the end and looked up, waiting for Felix to lower Khaat down so Naomi could help her down.

Felix grinned and lowered Khaat down through the trapdoor, vanishing the chair before closing the closet door and pulling the trapdoor closed again. "It'll be like we were never here." He said with a shrug, before lowering himself down to the sewers, and grabbed ahold of Khaat so that Naomi wouldn't have to take her weight for to long. He slung the stupified woman over his shoulder and started off down the passage, making no attempt to keep her head from hitting anything. Soon they came to another ladder, but they passed it, and then a few more, but still they trekked on. Finally he stopped. "This is our stop baby." he said turning to Naomi. "I'll go up, and you help push her up, then you can climb up." He said and then started up the ladder, opening the trapdoor, and looking around carefully before leaving the entryway. He was gone for a moment before he came back. "Alright hoist her up.. I can get her weight from this angle I think." he said as he looked down the ladder.

"I feel as though we're carting a dead body.. can't wait to get my hands on her though.. she'll hate me for eternity, and want me dead I'm sure." He said with a laugh. He grabbed Khaat under the armpits, and then pulled her up, making sure to let her land relatively hard on the floor before he bent to help Naomi up the rest of the way. When she was up the ladder, he put his hand around her waist, and pulled her close, kicking the trapdoor shut. "Welcome home love." He said with a smile, kissing her passionately on the lips. "Help me get her in the cell, then we'll get you in there too.. we need to touch up your makeup I think.. good thing you didn't let them take care of your wounds ya know.. they would have realized it was fake." He said and then sighed. "But I won't hurt you, I promise.." He said with a grin, kissing her again, before bending to pull Khaat up over his shoulder, starting down a long corridor that led to the cell he and Naomi had put together earlier.

It had a small door to a bathroom, which had a shower head, and a drain in the middle, and a toilet. The cell itself had some blankets to sleep on, but besides that it was bare. It had a cell door to it, so that you could see Felix the moment he entered the hall on the way to get one of them. Pulling them to a door to either his 'laboratory' or to his study/office. His bedroom was just off of his office, along with his kitchen and other areas of his life. Khaat would be spending most of her time in the laboratory, Naomi in his office/study, or other living spaces. He had access to those spaces through his laboratory, so that he could pull Naomi in there, and they could go through those hidden doors to the rest of the house, without tipping Khaat off. "Welcome home sweetheart." He laughed, and lowered Khaat to the floor roughly. "She'll be waking up soon." He said and pulled Naomi close to him. "It'll be a bit before I can pull you out again for my own wants..." He said and then kissed her hard. "Just remember that I do love you..." He said with a grin. "And prepared to be entertained by the hags insults for me." He said and then moved away from her again. "I'll be gone when she wakes up.. in my office... remember to be confused."He said with a huge grin, before he departed the cell, locking it with an old fashioned key set, and pulling out Khaat's wand, twirling it in his hand as he walked down the hallway to his office.

Naomi helped Khaat down, grimacing slightly as her weight before awkwardly shuffling her so that she leaned half on the floor, half in her grip. She was not bothered by her weight long, though, because Felix soon relieved her. Naomi noticed with a smug happiness that Felix handled Khaat roughly, and she walked next to him with her head held high.

They arrived at the right latter and Naomi, again, took Khaat from Felix and then helped push her awkwardly up the latter until Felix grabbed her and dragged her the rest of the way. Naomi followed behind Khaat, climbing up, smirking at Felix's words. She allowed him to help her up the rest of the way and then he pulled her close into a kiss. She kissed back, smiling into it. She grinned wryly at his words, unperturbed by the task ahead. the worst would be pretending to like the Ministry woman. She knew that before she could get too bored or miserable, Felix would come get her. At his promise she smiled, and said, "I know," kissing him back.

Naomi followed Felix to the cell she and he had worked on and allowed herself to be pulled close to him, looking at him. Again he kissed her, and she savored this. They both did not know how long it would be until they could do that. And she would have to pretend to loathe him as well. This had to make up for that... He told her he loved her and she nodded, saying, "I know. I love you too."

She watched him go and then looked at Khaat with a curled lip, distaste on her face. She moved over and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders. She walked into the bathroom to fix her makeup and then back into the main cell, where Khaat lay unconscious. Naomi picked a corner and curled up in it, tightening the blanket around her and allowing herself to get into character once again as she closed her eyes. Off they went...

Khaat woke to the smell of Turkish cologne fresh in her senses. It was not what she had expected to smell today--at all. She opened her eyes to see she was in a dingy, sparse cell. Barker. No one she knew now wore Turkish cologne but him. She looked over and saw another woman in the cell with her. Well, now, that was different, wasn't it? Barker truly was a perverted soul, wasn't he? It seemed his business was expanding, perhaps. It did not make sense to her with what she knew. Well, whatever. Barker was an odd little man anyway.

She got up and found she ached in a few more places than before. He was a sloppy kidnapper, that was for certain. Either that or he enjoyed damaging the merchandise before he got his hands on it good. And that latter made more sense with what she had learned about his character.

She explored her surroundings for a moment and decided that without her wand, she wasn't going to escape any time soon. Not yet anyway. She found a corner on the other side of the woman and sat down on the floor. As she figured it, Barker wouldn't wait very long before the second act of Barker's odd little play would begin. She didn't have time for the other woman right now. She had to gear up while she had the time.

Naomi had let herself fall into a cat-nap sort of state, where she was resting but still alert enough to wake at any prompting. Movement was her cue this time. She blinked her eyes open as she heard small shufflings and saw that the woman was mobile, if you could call it that. she was sliding her way to the opposite corner. Naomi did not want Khaat going maternal and trying to examine her. However, she was not going to be cordial.

The more she thought about it, it was more likely that two people who were kidnapped would not even be able to bring themselves to talk to each other. And Naomi knew she could not grovel to Khaat; she could not make this easier for her. She just had to play her part.

She raised her head, looking at Khaat, and clutched the blanket around her even tighter and managed to pull herself up so that she was sitting. She pushed herself back into the corner, openly staring at Khaat as though she was a ghost. If she had been down here as long as everyone had suspected, she would be surprised to see any other human being.

She blinked a few times and then swallowing, trying to croak out a word, and her voice squeaked rather than releasing any audible noise. Inside, she flushed with pride at her performance, but she continued on. "He got you too." She stared at Khaat and allowed a shiver to shake her frame, whispering to herself- though it was loud enough for Khaat to hear- "We're never getting out of here...."

"Yeah," Khaat sighed rather dryly, leaning her head back against the wall, "we will. Eventually." What the hell had he hit her head with? Or into, anyway? She closed her eyes. Her new cellmate wasn't doing much moving around either. Not that Khaat could hear. She knew what her own passivity meant. She did not know what the other woman's passivity was about. Not entirely. She could guess, but she didn't know for sure.

Her mind began to race. She remembered Brian saying something to her. Something about running into Barker. Oh, yes. And he'd had a girl with him. Now it came back to her. Brian hadn't said he had gotten any punches in. Only a good slam to the counter. Too bad he hadn't broken any ribs. That might have slowed Barker down a bit more. She still wished Brian had taken a kill shot when he'd had the chance to do it. She silently wondered if his nose would be mishapen at all. Or at the very least, maybe he had a few bruises left. Magic didn't usually do a lot to turn those around. They still usually had to heal the old fashioned way, typically. And she didn't figure Barker was a potions genius. Maybe a thief, but not a potions genius.

She didn't even want to think about how long she might be here with this dirtball this time, or what he would do to her while he had her. It just wasn't something she wanted to think about. She needed to put that out of her mind and concentrate on surviving. That was the one thing he did not want her to prepare to do.

"So you're Greyback, then," Khaat said. "I wondered how long it might be before I'd be meeting you in some way or another. Been here long?"

Her optimism amused Naomi, because Naomi knew as long as she and Felix were teamed up- which she suspected to last forever- Khaat had no chance of escape unless they so chose to release her. They hated the Ministry too much and loved each other to allow anything but exactly they wanted, happen. She kept her opinions to herself though, keeping her mask in place.

Khaat recognized her, and Naomi released word must have finally leaked. Her friends probably imagined her shackled and bloodied, frozen with fear and miserable. This thought almost made her break character. They would never have imagined her to be the opposite; perfectly content, with new clothes, and embracing her kidnapper, now the man she loved.

Luckily, she had a job to do, something to help said rescuer, so she did not break character but remained true to her task and kept her character up. So Khaat had expected to see her. Naomi pricked an eyebrow. "Because you expected Barker to be caught, or because you expected to be re-kidnapped." She was curious. She answered her question. "Since I've been kidnapped, sometime a few weeks ago. During a Hogsmeade trip."