Blood Of The Innocent - Open

[jasper]

Her blood was every where. It was all Jasper could see. No matter how many times he showered he could see the blood on his hands. he felt like Lady Macbeth only worse. She was a mother. She had her children sleeping in the next room and still she did not make a sound. Only one of her children lived. If it had been up to Jasper he would have let the young ones go free but it was not his choice and so the deed had been done, not by his hands but it still laid heavily upon his conscience. The mother was wasted too. Once her secrets had spilled forth she had been of no further use to them and Jasper had ignored the pleading in her eyes. The blood on his hands was nothing. But the look of those dead children. That one child that had been left behind. Was it all worth it?

Jasper turned off the shower. The faucets squeaked as he shut them off and the water stopped still. Every three seconds or so a drip would come from the shower head but he paid no attention to it. Instead he had grabbed his towel, stepped out of the shower and started drying himself off, the same way as always. Face, hair, arms, body and legs, then he wrapped the towel about his well muscled waist and walked to his bathroom mirror.

Grabbing a hand towel Jasper wiped over the reflective surface and looked at himself. Adults he could murder. he had killed and tortured plenty. But children? Was that his weakness? His own brothers were still children. Well teenagers, but still minors. Jasper cleaned out his ears as he thought of those poor defenceless children and threw away the cotton buds, not looking where he threw them but he knew they'd landed in the bin.

Walking out of the bathroom Jasper knew there was only one thing he could do to get this off of his mind. It wasn't sex or rape like so many of the other Death Eaters liked to partake in, but it was one of the many favoured things to do, drink. Drink until you couldn't think about it any more and then drink some more. It always worked and by tomorrow, those scared little faces would be gone from his mind.

Jasper got himself dressed up and looking as respectable as he could for a night of drinking. Mayhap he'd visit somewhere with dancing. That was a ay to get things off of his mind and have a good time. If he had a woman to come home to, one that understood him, then he knew he'd be more relaxed about the whole thing, she would sooth him and he would no longer worry instead he would take his love in his arms, lavish her with kisses and carry her in his arms up to their room. Of course this would only be a dream as no women seemed interested in a relationship with him. The women he attracted were the one night stand sort of women, and that was not for him.

Leaving his home was no easy task. Jasper had to check everything was locked up and that all his protection spells were in place. He was exceedingly careful when leaving his place unattended, he did not know why but it was just a precautionary measure that he partook in every single day when leaving his house, because without someone he loved living there, it was not a home merely a house.

Jasper disapperated himself to Diagon Alley when he was done securing his house and double checking everything. The place was buzzing with music down the far end and lights. The shops were closed up for the night and a few out of business what with the dark times they were going through. Not that Jasper could complain, as a Death Eater boarded up shops were actually quite a pleasure to see and he knew why each one was like it was. Fear and traitors. For anyone other than a Death Eater or Death Eater supporter, now was not a good time to be living in.

Heading away from the crowds Jasper decided it would be best to get a couple of drinks into himself before he headed to a club of sorts and so headed into the Leaky Cauldron. A classic meeting pub and the barrier between the muggle world and magical world. A barrier that was too thin in Jasper's opinion, but it would do for a couple of drinks to get the night started.

Jasper made his way in and dodged a few nasty looking people. He made his way to the bar, ordered himself just a regular sort of beer and then sat himself down at an empty table. There was little going on. the pub was lively yes, but aside from all the people, it was a boring sort of night at the Leaky Cauldron.

[waldemar]

Perhaps times like these weren't a good time to be socialising. On the other hand, being in a crowd was better than sitting at home unpacking boxes (or glaring at unpacked boxes). It was at least more fun, more the sense of being part of a community. Not that Waldemar was an overly social person, but since he'd gone out with Dorcas a few times, he did see the fun of just going out and meeting new people. Why not? Sometimes, you just had to take the plunge and although Waldemar wasn't the most courageous of people, he knew he was brave enough to do this.
He chose to walk from his appartment to the Leaky Cauldron, not in the mood for apparition. It always left his stomach queasy. He had moved into his new flat a few days ago, to his parents' disappointment - they ought to be glad he had at least rented a flat in the wizarding part of London, and not a muggle one. It felt good to be living on his own, even if it was in the city, among all those people, like a giant ant hill. It felt less good to realise he couldn't cook to save his life (literally), but he'd figure something out. For now, he had enough money to buy himself take-aways, even if that wasn't particularly healthy.

Still, the plus side was that he got to meet new people. There was nothing wrong with meeting new people - or so Waldemar kept telling himself.
Walking into the Leaky Cauldron, he noticed it was pretty busy. Friday night, of course. Oh well, if he didn't enjoy himself he could always go home and unpack some more boxes. Waldemar pulled a face at that idea. No, he had enough of boxes. He'd ask Dorcas over for the weekend to help him, or something. She'd probably love unpacking his memorabilia, that and giving the flat a proper house warming.

The reason why Waldemar had ended up in the Leaky Cauldon tonight wasn't because it was a meeting place for both muggles and wizards. To be entirely honest, it was the only pub in London he knew by good reputation and which he could find on his own (which meant he could also find his way back to his own home, and that was always good, because apparating soberly was bad enough, but drunk?).
Having found out he wasn't quite a fan of beer, Waldemar ordered a wodka and coke and looked for a place to sit. He'd sit at the bar, but the crowd was rather dense there and even if he did want to meet new people, that was just a bit too busy for his tastes. Not too far away, though, he spotted a man sitting at a table on his own. Shrugging to himself, he walked over and tapped the man's shoulder. "Mind if I sit?"