Part: The Feast
Rating: Teens
Setting: Pre-DH
Status: Completed
Warning: Some Horror-type elements here
Words: 1,326
Updated: October 31, 2006, 12:06am
The Feast
When Peter Pettigrew met the strange woman in the bar, she was
everything he'd hoped for in a mate. It was most gratifying to be able
to be in the bar as more than a rat, able to order and eat food that
had been prepared for him rather than to snitch it after it'd fallen on
the ground. His "aiding" of Harry Potter in the final battle had earned
him a pardon from many of the crimes he had committed under the Dark
Lord, and his Confunding of the boy after the costly victory made sure
he didn't have to pay for the worst ones. So when he'd seen the
slightly plump girl with long hair at the bar, he smiled and walked
over. The apprehensive yet interested look on her heart-shaped face
served only to entice him further.
It was she who suggested
the wine, which he had readily agreed to and paid for, and now she
clutched her cup, nervously smiling at him as he drank, deeply. The
wine, after all, had been expensive, and she seemed to be inebriated
after quickly tossing back the first cup. It wouldn't do to waste it,
and yet, she blushed prettily and clutched her full cup and sipped only
briefly from time to time. Peter was all too happy to do away with the
rest.
As for the cost? Why, she would pay for it nicely. It
had been a long, long time since he'd been able to enjoy the comforts
of a willing woman.
"What is your name, dear?" he asked, chuckling. Odd, it seemed that his words took longer to come out than he'd like.
"Oh! Um," she crinkled her brow, then broke into a beatific smile, "Lenore." There was a twinkle in her eye, the wine, no doubt.
He
rose to relieve himself, and when he returned, draining his cup of the
last dregs of wine, she was red-faced and smiling, her eyes sparkling.
"What do you say, handsome, to a stroll? I know... I..." She blushed,
so prettily, and put her hand to her ample bosom to steady her breath. How becoming.
"I know a place on the side of the road, an empty cellar. We could have
more wine... and we... we could..." She could say no more, but her eyes
spoke of her intent and she sighed, gazing into his face. Peter was
struck speechless, and nodded.
She had to support him, it
seemed, as his legs began to grow leaden, but she did so easily,
pressing her bosom against his side as she did, whispering in his ear
when he seemed to falter, speaking softly of what she longed to let him
do to her. It was enough.
She opened the door and let him in
first, the gloom shrouding them completely until she lit a torch.
Pointing, demurely, to a darkened recess, she breathed that there was
more wine and blankets just there, and would he fetch them? He stumbled
off, leering, to do as she bade, and when the darkness engulfed him, it
seemed quite complete.
*******
Peter
awoke to a headache and numb hands. Voices whispered, sibilantly, not
trying to hide their presence at all, and he tried to call out. His
mouth, however, seemed to have been doused with cotton. His cry of
"Who's there?!" became a low groan.
"Oh, look," said a familiar woman's voice. "He's awake. You can have your fun after all, Remus."
Remus?
His eyes narrowed, and the two figures came into sharp relief against
his swimming eyes. A torch had been lit, and a shock of bright pink
hair practically blazed in his eyes. The body it was attached to was
slim and short, for as much as he could see of it. It was cut off at
the waist by a shadow, which his quickly returning eyesight showed to
be a low, newly built wall.
Next to her was a familiar face, a
face that, for years, had been a friend's, and in the last five had
been a nightmare. The placid, newly scarred face of Remus Lupin glanced
at him as his hands worked, swiftly, surely, to add another tier of
bricks to the wall.
"Wha... What's going on?" Peter's voice
was slurred and scratchy, but like his eyesight he could feel his
control of his tongue rapidly returning.
The woman turned,
looking at him with unfettered disgust. "You're paying for your
crimes," was all she said, before spitting to the side. Remus remained
silent.
"What..? I... I've been pardoned!" Peter's wit, spurred on by adrenaline, sharpened. "And who are you?!"
The
woman narrowed her eyes, then began, to his horror, to melt. Only she
didn't melt, she widened and her face became the face of the shy, mousy
woman he'd been so enticed by at the bar. Peter gasped. "Y-... you
TRICKED me!"
The woman shook her head. "And you tricked the world, you scummy sack of--"
"That's
enough, Dora," Remus said, quietly, even kindly. "Peter knows what he
is and what he's done." Remus finally looked up at him, and any
thoughts of begging that Peter had begun to entertain died violently in
the heat of the otherwise stoic gaze.
Dora crossed her arms,
snarling as another row built. Now Peter could only see them from their
shoulders up. "Remus!" His voice was spurred by the growing darkness,
the desperation he felt as each brick clacked and splatted into place.
"Remus! I was pardoned!"
"Yes," Remus said, coolly. "You were
pardoned. Except for killing Cedric Diggory, except for hurting,
confusing, Harry. You were, otherwise, pardoned."
Peter
swallowed sand. His throat was so dry. "I... There would be no point to
serving a sentence for Diggory! Harry... he wouldn't see reason!" Remus
continued to work. "Remus! Moony!"
At that, Remus
stopped, his eyes blazing hard. "Don't call me that, Wormtail. You've
lived up to your name. You haven't the right to call me by mine!" And,
as if by magic, his hands moved ever faster, until there was only the
space to see the two captors' faces by.
Peter laughed,
suddenly, defiantly. "I'll get out, you know," he called, mockingly.
"After whatever you put in my drink wears off, I'll simply change and
find a hole to leave by! I can hear them, you know! My brothers found
their way in here! I can get out!" He could hear them; rats, many of
them nearby, an entire colony.
Dora smiled, and Remus seemed
disgustedly amused. "Yes, your... brothers. We've let them in there. To
keep you company." The werewolf's face went ugly. "To finish you off,
as payment. You will be betrayed, like you betrayed James, Sirius,
Harry," Remus' voice saddened, "And me."
"Finish me,"
ejaculated Peter, laughing, but a tremor of fear quivering through his
heart. There was something wrong about the screeching. "I have nothing
to fear from rats!"
"No. You're right, Peter. Normally, you of
all people would have nothing to fear from rats." Remus placed another
brick, then another, then another, until only one needed placing, and
only his mouth was visible. "But you also know how vicious rats can be
when they haven't been fed for weeks."
And then, only then,
did Peter feel the scrabbling claws as a rat found him, crawling up his
trousers leg and sinking his teeth into his fleshy thigh. Then another,
contenting itself with a newly exposed ankle, and yet another, climbing
all the way up to his buttocks for a feast. And the sharp pains became
frequent, at his ear, tearing a nipple, ripping his groin, until they
blended into one and the darkness of the last brick's placement broke
his control.
Peter screamed for the rest of his life.
A/N: This was originally written for a fanfic Halloween
challenge called Gundam Legends. I thought it would be nice to have a
bit of Halloween Cheer here. *evil grin*
B/N: Quote the Beta, “Nevermore”
