BLOOD is the new BLACK*

[Nikita Nagini Snape]

the night was dark. the night was her friend. it was her companion; her sidekick. it was her secret weapon. the thing her shadow was made of. she hid in it like a bat in a cave, her body still; every movement just like a breeze of wind. the world around her seemed loud, but herself? not a peep could be heard. which of course there were exceptions. like stepping on a twig, or moving into the light. there were always enemies in the night; things out to get her.

nikita flew through the night on her slick black broom, the wind flying by and whipping her hair backwards. she could see the stadium and the torches that lit up certain areas of the huge field and stands. she flew up above the field, then circled around a few times. she flew down to a flight of stairs in the stadium, her feet hitting the metal with a thud. she looked around, placed her broom against her shoulder and listened.

she was looking for one person in particular. mister lestrange. he was the one person she had not seen in a while, and she did in fact miss him. maybe not in the loving friendly way, but she missed their fights; their curses they sent flying uncontrollably at each other. they were enemies, but if she ever did in fact kill him, she would miss their fights. the way they spat ugly words at each other especially. their history made things worse, but wasn't that the plan all along?

so she waited, her eyes piercing through the darkness and focusing on shadows and lights. her ears were tuned in on the world around her, listening for any sound of movement. she didn't expect anything surprising from zane this early in the game. especially since she wasn't even sure if he would show. and he didn't know she would be there tonight, so hopefully if things played out the way she wanted them to she would catch him by the element of surprise. so she waited and waited, her body still and unmoving in the unending blackness around her.

[Zane Cade Lestrange]

Practise had finished just under three hours ago. The team had trained hard, preparing for the new season that was approaching quickly. Zane had spent three hours in conversation with the coaches, assistants and the manager discussing the upcoming season. They were worried about their upcoming match with the Magpies who, only last week, had completely destroyed the Appleby Arrows, sending most of them to St Mungo's. Naturally the manager didn't want them to play, but Zane sided with his coach and said it would be cowardly to back out of a match that they were almost guaranteed to win. All it would take would be a quick snitch catch and it would be over. With the manager placated, the group left the grounds.

Zane returned to the changing room. All the other players had long since left, but he didn't mind. There was no one waiting for him when he got home to his tiny second floor apartment. He jumped in the shower before changing into some black joggers and a white polo shirt with the England Rose on the pocket. He packed up his kit, stuffing his clothes into his kitbag. They didn't need to be folded neatly, he'd stuff them into the best muggle invention ever when he returned home. A washing machine. He paused, checking he had everything before stopping. His watch was missing.

He left his things in the changing room and retraced his steps back to the Coach's office. Just as he reached the door he remembered he hadn't collected it from the valuables box at the edge of the pitch. He jogged back and out onto the pitch and towards the valuables box.

[Nikita Nagini Snape]

and there it was. the movement she had been waiting for. she watched his figure dart across the field, his golden hair shining in the dim light. he was indeed the golden boy, he always had been. since their first year nikita remembered him, that fluff of hair that sat like a halo on top of his head. those blue eyes that were filled with honesty, bravery and truth. nikita's eyes were of course filled with the opposite. that was the way she was born. she was born with hatred in her eyes, with blackness in her heart. he was angelic; she was demonic.

so she stepped down, letting her broom fall between her legs as she zoomed up into the air and down into the center of the field. her feet landed on the grass with a thud, her head cocked to the side. she held the broom in her left hand, a smile creeping slowly upon her face. "oh, zaaaane?" she said, her voice nearly sounding kind. she sighed, her eyes locked in on him. oh how he was beautiful. too bad pretty boys hardly ever stay pretty. he was definitely more masculine, since the last time she had seen him. she wondered how she appeared in his eyes. probably just the same dark young lady.

she smiled again, stepping forward. "gosh, it's been ages, hasn't it m'dear?" her voice was ice. "i have missed you just too much zane."

[Zane Cade Lestrange]

The quick dash through the night air was very refreshing. The wind rustled through his hair as he crossed the pitch, running past the dent in the ground that one of the bludgers had made earlier in the day. A cool chill had descended upon the pitch since earlier in the day. He shivered slightly as he stopped and searched through the box. As his hand touched the watch, he heard a familiar voice, one that he had hoped he wouldn't have heard for a while.

An image of its owner appeared in his mind, that infamous girl who he had been close to. He turned slowly, looking over his shoulder before turning fully. He walked towards her, feeling annoyance that she had come here to his space. She hadn't changed at all from what he remembered. Her hair was still the same and the way she stood. She looked a little taller if anything but it was the eyes that always caught him off guard. He stopped just a couple of feet away from her, those eyes already seeming to stare right through him.

"It's been a while."

[Nikita Nagini Snape]

it really had been quite a long while since she'd met with zane. or actually snuck up on him. he'd left hogwarts about a year or so ago, and since then he seemed to keep his distance from nikita. but then again niki had been doing her own things. plotting revenge on the new order and trying to get the DE more organized. things were chaotic, but she did need to relive some built up stress. and zane was always that rag doll she could stab with a needle. but of course he always stabbed back.

she rolled her eyes at his expression. always so boring and dull. why couldn't he just play along for once? "well don't look so damn happy to see me, zane." she growled, moving forward and circling around him, her eyes still locked on him. she gazed up and down his body, ending her ugly stare at his lips. "i might have to sew a smile on you myself. seems like ages since i've seen you smile, pretty boy." she snarled, her eyes narrowing as her feet padded softly on the green grass.

[Zane Cade Lestrange]

It did seem like a long time since he had seen her, mind you he had been so busy it could have been five years. He had to admit, he did miss seeing her prowling around the corridors looking like she owned the place, it had always amused him. He missed Hogwarts, the lessons, the grounds but most of all the people. Quidditch could be very isolating at times, only seeing your team mates and coach for long periods of time. He was lucky in that he could split his time between the Tornadoes and England. His involvement with the new order had lessened substantially since leaving Hogwarts. He couldn't bring himself to work hand in hand with Zagen as James had wanted him to. He helped when he had the time, usually looking after the new recruits as Quidditch was a great guise to disguise it in.

"I was just, surprised that's all. I didn't expect to see you here of all places. Thought you'd be busy terrorising teachers into letting you off homework," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair as she circled him. "You never get tired of that do you? I smile, when it is deserved."

[Nikita Nagini Snape]

her thoughts lingered inside of her, stretching themselves out to be seen. she held them inside, but she couldn't help but remember their past. it was something that always stayed with her, and when she thought about it she would always wonder why he did it. what made him see through her devil shell? how could he possibly bring himself to press his lips against hers?

she moved behind him, her right hand gripping his arm lightly, her nails tracing along his skin. her left hand moved to left side of his body, feeling the muscles tensed underneath his attire. "would you kiss me again? if you got the chance.
she leaned her forehead against his back, breathing in his heavy scent. "zane, if i weren't bad... would you?" this question she had asked herself many times before, without a response. it's not that she was in love with zane, it's not that she liked him. but she was curious about him, and there was still so much to be learned.

[Zane Cade Lestrange]

There was something about her that kept worming its way back into his mind. Memories of them spending time with each other, memories of them fighting, memories he'd rather forget and moments he would never forget. She was like a ghost, slipping into memories and dreams that she had no right to be in, no matter how many walls he threw up, he couldn't keep her out. And that unnerved him.

Her icy cold touch was familiar too, but this time it was very uncomfortable. "I have a girlfriend who I love very dearly," he said, skirting around her actual question. Would he? He didn't even know himself. He couldn't imagine a good Nikita, a girl who didn't murder or scream or torture or do anything of the sort. It was difficult just to think about let alone delve deeper into the would he or wouldn't he questions. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," he turned, catching her arm, "technically, you're trespassing".

[Nikita Nagini Snape]

zane? love? oh please. he didn't know the first thing about love. even if he did meet "the one" she was almost positive she could lure him away from her. but maybe that was the old zane, and maybe this was a new one. but he did avoid her question, which had to mean he didn't know the answer. she cocked her head to the side sighing softly at his last few statements. trespassing? oh what a shock.

his touch on her was warm, ice against fire. she smiled, looking about at him with cold, daring eyes. "why don't you make me?" she raised an eyebrow, pressing two of her fingers to her lips and then pressing those two fingers on his cheek. "i guess that will just have to do then." a cackle of laughter left her, and then she stepped back, letting her hand fall off his arm slowly, her nails grazing the skin with thick tension in the night air.