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Sirius was sipping wine as if he was relaxing. Mr. Hans, the name of the leader of the group that wanted to defect against Sirius' leadership, was silent as he breathed heavily. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, but that he couldn't speak anymore. Sirius's bullets hit his stomach and legs. He was bleeding out and could die at any moment. Mr. Hans was forced to kneel even though he couldn't. Sirius's men supported his body roughly. His eyes glanced at Sirius. Damn, he thought. He wished he would just die instead of being caught alive like this. There's a reason why Sirius is called the Devil. He liked to torture others ruthlessly rather than kill that person directly.

His eyes dip to my chest, but his eyes narrow, looking at me just as quickly. “I thought you were dating my brother Lester?” “No, he is like a brother to me.” He chuckles. “It would kill him to hear you say that.” “Why would you think I was with Lester?” “I never would have guessed Alston because he is such a good guy. Taking down major corporations, defending the little guy. I thought you liked your guys with a little edge to them.” Sirius shrugs, a carefree look in his eyes. “You used to be a good guy.” Sirius flashes his million-dollar smile that makes my knees weaken.

He swings his head to look at me, rage and anger in his eyes. "You little bitch! Seems like you finally grew a backbone after all these years. Your parents should have killed you when you were born. But your father was too stupid to believe the prophecy was real. Now you're going to destroy everything that Ragnar has been waiting centuries for." He snaps at me. Looking at Silas, surprised he knew the kitsunes name, as it isn't general knowledge. "You're helping the witch, Bellatrix, aren't you? You're the one that let her know that I was born and when I turned 18 and about the prophecy. You knew the truth about me all along" I said.

He knew that Hirre cared about his position but he wanted to face it with his Luna. "Severus, please. Listen to me okay." Hirre was almost in tears as she replied. She looked at Severus, wanting time to make Severus believe in her. "They are all right, I'm not worthy to be called as yours. I-Im just a low-classes mixed blood." She added as she let her tears to flow down. She felt pain every time she pronounced those words.

’ Sirius took the whisky and downed it in one handing back the glass for a refill, ‘He will face trial for treason against the Pack. He deliberately kidnapped Luna and raped her, and then he choked her to death, these are the facts. He will die for this.’ Anders could hear the pain in his voice, ‘He is your Son Sirius, your flesh and blood, you can show him compassion’ Sirius looked up and his eyes glowed golden they were filled with a cold fury, ‘He murdered my Mate while he was raping her, he got off on killing her and you want me to show him compassion? Really?’

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

Jasmine I adjusted my weight from foot to foot, feeling nervous under Damon's intense stare. "Same Mr Black" I broke the silence, trying to add some humor but he doesn't seem phased. His eyes still raked my body before they came back to meet my dark orbs. "I didn't think you could afford to dine at such a prestigious restaurant Jasmine" He spoke, a dominant tone dripping off his words. I internally scoff. He doesn't even know me and yet he's already judging me, who does he think he is!

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the path we choose to act on. That's who we really are. ~Sirius Black, Order of the phoenix •• Marwan was tired, like fall-down-on-the-bed-and-never-wake-up-till-the-next-week kinda tired.