Our Lady Of Sorrows [JACKIE]

[[Maryn Lovegood]]

[/i] fiancé, Maryn wasn't exactly in the best of moods. Then again, she rarely was these days, everything had just been going down hill. And all of it was Brent McKinney's fault. She hoped that Jackson suffered the same fate as her, but really, there was no doubt about it. It would be a huge surprise to her if their marriage lasted more than a few months.

Carrying a small suitcase filled with a few of her belongings she'd just retrieved from Brent's house, Maryn walked across the driveway with her head held high. Now she was certain she'd never have to come back again. "Good riddance." the blond witch muttered bitterly as she turned a corner away from the house that lead down a narrow alleyway.[/color][/ul]

[Jackie Damiano Piazza]

Jackie was seething. Sneaking into Alexander's house hadn't exactly gone as planned and he blamed no one but himself for it. He hadn't found out anything that he didn't already knew: that he was misbehaving. He wasn't being a good pet. Jackie wanted to fix that but first he needed some air to think.

The air by McKinney's residence was pure and nice. Great for thinking about his next step. Plus the bungalow was nice to look at. Sometimes he caught glimpses of its occupants which was also nice. Any friend of Alexander's was marked as an interesting person in Jackie's book. The Italian wouldn't mind a house like this one if he ever made it to old age; This place wasn't fit for two young men.

When he arrived though, it looked like he wasn't going to get any peace. Maryn Lovegood was visiting. That bitch had caused hell for Brent, which had, at the same time, caused upset for Alex. Jackie didn't like her at all. She seemed so full of herself with her blonde hair and nice body. Jackie swore that she strutted like she knew that she was too good for any man on this planet.

When she left, in a huff, he followed her with slits for eyes. When she disappeared down an alleyway... he followed. Fuck you, bitch. He hissed to himself, watching her golden hair bounce and shine in the little light given. You're more trouble than your worth... no one'll miss you.

"Evening, miss." Jackie snarled, whipping out his wand and casting a disarming spell. "You're out late, aren't you... Maryn Lovegood."

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[[Maryn Lovegood]]

[/i] too as she dropped it in surprise. Who was this vicious looking stranger? And, more importantly, how do he know her name? Maryn stood her ground, knowing trying to get away would be pointless as whoever this was had a wand and she didn't now.

"I-I don't see how that is any of your business." she finally stammered out, still staring at the unnamed wizard.[/color][/ul]

[Jackie Damiano Piazza]

Jackie caught the slender stick in his gloved hand. The balaclava he wore hid the grim smirk that twisted his lips but his eyes said it all. The green depths practically glowed with malice. Jackie twirled Maryn's wand in his hand with grace.
"You won't be needing this any more, Lovegood." He hissed venemously. A crack split the air, echoing off the rust coloured brick walls that lined the alleyway. He looked down at the wand, snapped in two, that spat feeble sparks before fading and dieing. Jackie tossed the pieces at Maryn's feet.

"Maryn... everything is my business." Jackie sighed. He rocked on his heels for a moment and took a lazy step closer to the surprised lady. "You've caused my pet some upset in the past... I can't have that." Jackie then slid his wand into his pocket. He knew how this worked. If he used magic, they would know to look for a wizard. If he didn't use magic... it would be much harder to pinpoint the person responsible. Plus with priori incantem his own wand would snitch on him. No one, not even his wand, was faithful in this world. Jackie tugged on his leather gloves, tightening them around his fingers and freeing them. He stretched them experimentally with a squeak of leather.

"Its a shame though..." Jackie outlined her figure with his jade eyes. "...you're bella, like my pet." Then he suddenly gained on her, reaching Maryn in just a couple of strides. He went to grip both of her wrists in one, strong hand and pressed a finger to her lips, making a shh'ing noise as he did.

"Addio, Maryn Lovegood."


Jackie's Outfit

[[Maryn Lovegood]]

[/i]. Maryn would even go as far as to say she was a different person to who she was back then. Things had happened since then, a lot of things. Most of which she wished had never been a part of her life in the first place.

Maryn stared at her now lifeless rosewood wand that lay in two pieces at her feet. She wouldn't be needing it any more? Who was this guy? And, more importantly, what was he going to do to her?

She was about to reply to the stranger when he grabbed her wrists and pressed a finger to her lips. She didn't make a sound, didn't struggle, only stared right back at him in horror.[/color][/ul]

[Jackie Damiano Piazza]

Maryn was well-behaved. She had obeyed Jackie without a single noise of protest. She just looked at him with these soft, brown, terrified eyes. There was a certain beauty in fear. If only his pet was this obedient. Jackie smiled behind the wool of his balaclava. He wondered if she knew what was coming, if she knew this was the end, if she knew she was completely helpless.

"Don't worry... this won't take long." Jackie purred, trailing his finger along her gentle jawline and into her hair. He took a few steps forward towards the wall until the witch would have her back against it. Jackie ran his hand down the outline of her body, his breath hitching as his gloves touched her curves of her hips. She was pretty. But she wasn't his pet. This wasn't the same. This was just a teaser until the real thing.

"I think... this is enough playing." Jackie muttered, voice husky. His hand ran back up her svelte bodice until he reached her neck again. There was no stroking now. He went straight for it. Jackie's jade eyes hardened darkly as he wrapped his fingers around her throat. He stared unblinkingly at her face, waiting for her to react and drink it with his gaze.

"Just... let go, Maryn."


Jackie's Outfit

[[Maryn Lovegood]]

[/i]. She wasn't going to let that happen! But the harder she struggled the more oxygen she wasted. Maryn gave up as her head and chest both pounded, begging for air but nothing happened. Her vision was failing her, white spots appearing, covering the anonymous man's face. Maryn felt like throwing up but soon... her vision went black. Everything just stopped. She was gone.[/color][/ul]