Chapter 3
They waited two months. After all the drama that came from what happened to Vicktor, they needed to wait for things to cool down before doing anything.
There were no leads as to who attacked him. No witnesses and Vicktor’s mind was too far gone to even comprehend a basic question. Evan made sure of it. So they waited it out. Barty was growing antsy. Basically vibrating with excitement every time they talked about their plan, hidden away behind the curtains of Barty’s bed with a silencing charm.
“Can’t we just do it already? I mean, nobody even knows who it was. It’s not like they’re suddenly going to connect anything back to us.” Barty mumbled against Evan’s cheek. Evan just sighed, running a hand through Barty’s hair. He had to admit, he was also getting impatient. The high from what he did to Vicktor was addicting in a way he didn’t anticipate. The way his blood felt on his hands was something Evan would dream about. Carving up his own body for fun was nothing compared to the rush he got that day. It was like fucking heroine and Evan was itching for his next fix.
“Do you have anyone in mind?” Evan hummed. He knew the answer already. Barty practically had a fucking list of people he wanted to rip apart.
“That fucking slag who asked you to Hogsmeade.” Barty said instantly. Evan chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
“Abigail Cross? We can do that. She fucking irritates me.” Evan hummed, tracing a light finger down Barty’s spine. He wasn’t stupid. He knew they were both attractive people, but everyone should know better by now. “I have an idea.” He smirked, sitting up and dislodging Barty from his chest in the process. Barty huffed, falling back against his pillows.
“Does this plan include me gutting her alive?” Barty chuckled, watching Evan grab his pocket knife from the drawer next to the bed. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m making sure everyone knows you belong to me.” Evan said simply. Barty grinned, sitting up quickly as Evan flicked the blade out, watching the way the shining steel caught in the light. “Take your shirt off.” Barty wasted no time even unbuttoning his shirt before ripping it off over his head. Evan straddled his waist, legs on either side of Barty’s hips as he leaned down with a sharp smirk. Evan leaned down, lighting tracing the tip of the knife over Barty’s skin before pushing pushing pushing down enough to draw blood. It only took a few minutes before he was leaning back with a smirk, using his free hand to messily wipe away some of the blood on Barty’s chest to look at what he did. Four letters permanently carved into Barty’s skin. EVAN. “You’re mine forever.” He hummed. Before he could even register what was happening, Barty had them flipped around and Evan now had his back pressed into the mattress. Barty’s sick smile looming over him as he ripped apart the fabric of Evan’s shirt and took the knife from his hand.
“My turn, Rosie.” Barty mumbled before digging the knife into the skin over his Rose’s heart. A few more minutes passed before Barty was leaning down and kissing the gore, letting the blood stain his lips as he pressed a kiss to his own initials. BCJ now forever a part of Evan’s body and soul. He leaned down, crashing his now stained lips to the blonde’s. “Tomorrow. Let’s get her tomorrow. Please Rosie?” Barty practically whined against his lips. Evan just nodded along, hands gripping Barty’s hips tightly.
“Whatever you want, baby. Anything.” Evan nodded quickly, reaching a hand up trace over his name as the wound that was still weeping blood. He quirked his head to the side, thumb grazing over the irritated flesh before pressing down hard. Barty let out a hiss, looking down to watch as Evan dug his thumb into the skin. The brunette smiled wide, reaching down to hold Evan’s hand where it was, urging him to press harder.
They were already tied together for life. Evan’s chest was littered in scars already. Some self inflicted. Some from Barty.
Once Barty knew what Evan was doing to himself, he practically begged for the same thing. Ripping his shirt off and shoving the blade into the blonde’s hand. Now the two of them were matching forever. Littered in the scars of their love for one another.
Evan hummed to himself lightly as he pulled back his thumb to look at the bright red of his name before yanking Barty back down. “We’ll get her tomorrow.” He promised, watching the way his lover’s eyes lit up.
They honestly didn’t have to be very careful. Even if the two of them skipped class, there was a solid chance neither of them would get blamed for it. They skipped class all the time. Especially the ones they didn’t have together. Barty knew exactly what classes their little victim had too. After she tried and failed to ask Evan out, Barty started doing research on the girl. Always fantasizing about doing just this.
The two of them skipped their charms class in the morning. First class of the day when Abigail had an opening in her schedule that she usually spent smoking weed down by the lake. So easy. Barty held onto Evan’s hand tightly as they made their way down to the water, already vibrating with excitement and Evan couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across his face. It felt like a present he was giving to Barty. Something they both always wanted, but never thought they could have. Not until Evan took the leap and did it first. It felt good to watch Barty be so excited.
Abigail sat against a tree, knees pulled up to her chest with a joint between her fingers, looking out at the water. Evan put on his best flirty smile, letting go of Barty’s hand and walking right up to her alone. Just like they planned.
“Hey, Abby.” He smiled, plopping himself down right next to her on the grass. She jumped for a second before her eyes landed on his face and visibly relaxed.
“Hi, Evan.” She smiled, a tooth rotting sweet smile pulling at her cheeks. “I usually don’t see you down here this early.” She hummed, passing the joint over. Evan took it easily, taking a small drag with a shrug of his shoulders.
“I usually have charms.” He said, blowing some smoke out of his nose before leaning just a few inches closer. “But, I know you’re usually down here.” He smiled, watching the way her cheeks went pink as she looked away.
“I didn’t think you were the biggest fan of me. You know, after you rejected me and everything.” She mumbled shyly, looking down at her feet. Evan reached over slowly, getting a finger under her chin to pull her gaze back up.
“I know. I’m sorry.” Evan frowned, slowly creeping his hand up to cup her cheek and slowly tucking some hair behind her ear. “I just get really nervous around pretty girls. I was kind of hoping you could forgive me?” He asked slowly, using his thumb to ever so gently run over her cheek. Abby’s cheeks went bright red, nodding anyways as she scooted herself closer. So close their legs pressed together. So close, Evan knew Barty was only a few feet away with rage rattling in his bones.
Evan flashed her a small smile, eyes flicking down to her lips and back up to her face before starting to lean in. She smiled, letting her eyes shut as she leaned forward. Evan used his free hand to lift his want up and whispered a quiet “imperio”. The second the word was uttered, her body went slack, opening her eyes back up with a glazed over look. Barty rushed over and smiled at Evan, casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure nobody was around as Evan commanded her to get up and silently follow the two of them into the woods. She did as she was told, trailing behind Evan like a lost puppy as the three of them walked past the tree line. Further and further into the woods. Far enough nobody would see anything or hear her scream. Barty was jumping in place by the time they stopped, twiddling his wand in his hand as Evan made Abigail stand in place.
“C’mon, Rosie. Let me do it.” Barty whined, bouncing in place as Evan removed his hands from her shoulders, telling her she had to stay silent and walking back over to him. “I don’t wanna wait anymore. Let me do something.”
“So impatient.” Evan chuckled, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Barty’s cheek before slipping behind him to lean in his ear, arms wrapping around his waist as Barty raised his wand. He whispered the curse with a smirk on his lips, watching the way Abigail’s body dropped to the forest floor and writhed around in pain as her silent screams took over her body. Evan watched with a grin as Barty shot curse after curse at the girl before he turned around to Evan, manic gleam in his eyes.
“Did you bring my knife?” Barty asked, letting his wand drop to the ground as he threw his arms around Evan’s neck. “I can’t believe she was going to fucking kiss you.” He mumbled. “Did you see how fucking close she was sitting to you? I need to cut her open, Rosie. Please.” Barty huffed, planting a few quick kisses to Evan’s neck as the blonde pulled the knife out from his robes.
“You gonna finish her off?” Evan asked, hands balling up in the back of Barty’s shirt. He hasn’t done much. He let Barty run the show on this one, but he didn’t mind. Watching Barty work was like watching an artist paint a masterpiece. Barty was one of the most powerful wizards he knew and watching him throw unforgivables at the girl made his heart start racing. Even the thought of watching Barty carve this girl up was making him excited just to sit back and watch. As long as Barty was having fun, that’s all that mattered.
“Of course I am. I don’t know how you had the willpower to stop before.” Barty sighed and shook his head, wrapping his fingers around the handle of the knife. “I never want to stop.” He mumbled into Evan’s neck. Evan knew right at that moment, he would literally do anything so Barty could keep doing this. Forever if he had to. Luring people away just so Barty could play in their blood and rip through their flesh. There wasn’t a single thing in the world that Evan wouldn’t do for Barty. No line he wouldn’t cross to get the other boy whatever he wanted.
“We don’t have to stop.” Evan nodded, leaning forward to press a quick peck to his lips before the same manic smile came back. “Do it. Go kill her. Make it look good.” Evan smiled, giving Barty a little nudge. Barty smiled, fingers gripping the handle of the knife as he walked back over to their victim on the ground, and Evan just watched. Watched as Barty made good on his promise to gut the girl alive. Watched as Abby bled out on the forest floor with Barty covered head to toe in her blood. Evan could hear his heartbeat in his ears, looking at the way the now wet and sticky robes clung to Barty’s body. The splatters of blood covering his face and stuck in his hair.
Barty stepped back, looking down at his masterpiece as he let the knife fall from his fingers and onto the ground. Evan walked up behind him, arms tightly wrapping around his waist as his lips latched onto the blood stained skin on his neck. Barty was soaked in blood, Evan could feel it everywhere his skin was touching the other, seeping through his own robes and tainting his skin.
“I fucking love you.” Barty breathed out, spinning around to wrap his arms around Evan’s neck. “You look good covered in blood, Evie.” He hummed. The blonde smirked, reaching a hand up to trace a thumb through the carnage on Barty’s cheek.
“You look divine, love.” Evan mumbled, watching the way Barty’s eyes lit up. It was moments like this, Evan could think about the fact he and Barty were simply meant to be. Nobody else in the world would be able to look at or hold him like Evan was able to do. The two of them were going to be together forever. Fucked up in the same twisted way nobody but them could ever understand. Barty was half of his soul. The very essence of his being was intertwined with Barty’s on a level he couldn’t even comprehend. “We should get back before people realize we’re gone.” Evan sighed, grabbing his wand to cast a quick cleaning spell to rid themselves of the mess. Barty practically pouted, but allowed himself to be cleaned. A flick of the wand and any evidence of their crime was gone, besides the body laying only a few feet away.
“I don’t know how you think I can go back to class after this. It feels like I have electricity in my fucking veins.” Barty smiled, grabbing his knife and his own wand.
“No class. We just have to hang out where people can see us.” Evan chuckled, holding his hand out for Barty to take before they made their way back up to the castle hand in hand.
“I want to do it again.” Barty hummed, pressing himself right into Evan’s side.
“I know, love. We have to be careful though. We have to think this through. We can’t just kill everyone who bothers us, people will start catching on that the people ending up dead are the same people who asked us out or got too close in the common room. I think Regulus already suspects I had something to do with Vicktor, but he won’t ask me.” Barty frowned, running his now clean thumb over Evan’s knuckles.
“I don’t think he’ll look too far into anything. He already has enough on his plate with his parents trying to get him to get the dark mark.” Barty pointed out and a light went off in Evan’s head. He stopped in his tracks, stopping Barty with him.
“The death eaters. They kill muggles and blood traitors all the time.” Evan said slowly. Barty just looked at him with a raised eyebrow before that same manic smile spread across his face. “My parents already want me to take the mark. If you take it too, we can have fun forever.” He smiled. It was true. His parents wanted him to take the mark over the summer, same as Regulus’ parents. Plus, if Evan got it, it meant Pandora wouldn’t have to. He knew Barty would follow him anywhere. They’d both rather be dead than live without each other. This way, they can keep doing what they love without any of the real consequences. They’d be praised for their blood lust instead of condemned.
“Let’s do it!” Barty said, squeezing Evan’s hand tightly. “And think of the look on my father’s face!” He laughed before students started to shuffle around the grounds. The period was over. “C’mon.” He said, tugging Evan along and back to the castle without being caught.
The two of them made their way back to the common room, curling up on the couch together in front of the fireplace. Evan could feel the energy practically radiating off of Barty. As they laid on the couch, Evan let his mind wander a bit. Other students filtered in and out of the common room as the two of them sat in comfortable silence. Regulus knew. Evan knew he did, but neither of them talked about it. Regulus was the smartest person he knew, and Evan knew he was putting together the pieces. Nobody knew how truly morbid Barty and him were. Not really. Codependent, clingy, jealous, everyone knew that. Not even Regulus knew how deep it really went, but he knew more than others. There were a few mornings he and Barty crawled out of one bed, drying blood stains peeking through their shirts from cutting each other up the night before. Just last week, Evan walked out of the shower, towel around his waist and Regulus caught sight of Barty’s initials on his chest. Still a deep red shade of a healing scar. Regulus looked away, head down as he left the room, not saying a single word about the initials or any of the other deep scars covering Evan’s chest and stomach.
Pandora knew. She always knew everything. There wasn’t a single thing Evan could hide from her even if he wanted to. Even though she knew about her brother’s sick indulgences, she also never said a word. On the rare occasion he would get carried away on himself, she was always there to help clean him up. She always stuck to her mumblings of course, but never said a word about what her brother got up to in the back garden or on himself when they were at home. Evan’s not sure if she knows what he did to Vicktor. She must. Pandora knows everything. Seeing things before they even happen. She has also not said a word to him about anything, though if she does know, Evan’s sure she would like to say something about it. She never does.
The other students talk. About how odd Evan and Barty are. How weird their obsession with each other is, but it’s only ever whispered in the shadows of the hallway. For the most part.
Evan was snapped out of his thoughts as the door to the common room swung close a little harder than normal. His gaze shot up and the hand running through Barty’s hair paused.
“They found Abigail Cross in the Forbidden Forest!” The a girl yelled. Some second year. “They think one of the creatures got her! She’s dead!” She announced it to the whole room. The other few students already started whispering to one another. Evan didn’t look at Barty. Instead, he let his face fall as his hands dropped to his side.
“W-What..?” Evan asked slowly, shaking his head and shooting up from the couch. “No..No she can’t be dead. Where did you hear it?”
“I overheard some teachers whispering about it on my way to charms class. She was so mangled up they couldn’t even carry her body back to the castle.” The girl said with a frown. “Horrible really. She’s in your year isn’t she?” Evan only nodded, sucking in a breath as he let tears well up in his eyes. Barty shot up from the couch with a frown, wrapping an arm around Evan’s shoulder as a few tears rolled down his freckled cheeks.
“Oh, Evie.” Barty frowned, pulling him in for a tight hug, running a hand up and down his back. At this angle, Evan could see the other students watching the two of them with frowns. Evan sniffled, burying his face in Barty’s shoulder as he let out a muffled cry. “I’m sorry love, I know you two were friends.” Barty mumbled into his hair. “It’s alright. Let’s go back to our room, yeah?” He asked softly. Evan just nodded into his shoulder as he let more cries slip past his lips.
“Oh the poor thing.” One of the other girls mumbled, hand over her chest as she watched on with her little group of friends.
Barty pulled away just enough to wrap an arm around Evan’s shoulder, his other hand giving Evan’s a tight squeeze. Evan looked over at him with wet splotchy cheeks as he cried, letting Barty lead him back to their dorm. As they walked past, Evan made sure to avoid eye contact with anyone else as Barty whispered sweet nothings in his ear, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. Once the two were back in their dorm room with the door shut, Evan stopped the theatrics and wiped his face dry within a second.
“Merlin, they’re all daft.” Evan mumbled. Barty chuckled, casting a silencing spell to the room before flopping down on Evan’s bed, arms open wide. Evan smiled, crawling right into the spot Barty had made for him, nuzzling his face in his neck.
“Quite the actor you are.” Barty chuckled, running a hand through Evan’s dirty blonde hair. “Are you going to tell your father? That you’re taking the mark?” He asked simply, watching Evan’s hand trace patterns into his hip.
“I’ll send an owl tomorrow. Daddy dearest will be so thrilled.” Evan chuckled, sitting up slightly to look at Barty’s face. He was so perfect. Every single thing about the brunette was perfect. Every little detail. Every little freckle. Even now that Evan knew how addicting the high from killing was, nothing was more addicting than Barty. “We’ll take over the world. You and me.” He hummed, letting his thumb lightly graze over the other boy’s bottom lip. “Just you and me. Forever.”
“Forever.” Barty said softly with a small smile. Looking up at Evan like this still made his heart pound away in his chest. Everything about his Rosie still made him as giddy as a third year. He would do anything Evan asked. Anything he ever wanted, Barty would do it in a second. If Evan one day decided he wanted to eat him whole and drink his blood, he’d lay there and tell the blonde how much he loved him while being consumed. “Who do you want to get next?” Barty smiled, reaching over to trace over the constellation of freckles on the blonde’s cheeks. Evan just smiled back and started on a rant of his own list.
There was something so comforting in their relationship. Most of it was sharp, hard edges. So much pain. Carving each other up, pulling hair, biting until blood was drawn. But there was also something so so so soft. Light touches and kisses. Holding onto the other like they were a fragile thing to be cherished. Laying together in the darkness of their bed, curtains drawn and whispering sweet nothings to the other. Barty wasn’t sure what he would have done if he never met Evan.
Barty was the only hat stall in the entire year. He knew where he was supposed to be. In some other life, Barty was a Ravenclaw who never met Evan on the train. It’s not a life he likes to think about much. The thought alone makes him sick to his stomach.
He knew where the hat wanted to put him. He could hear it in his head as he sat there. But Evan went up first. Sorted with the snakes and Barty couldn’t let the boy go. Only knowing him for a few hours on the train was enough to get Barty hooked. He couldn’t let him so so easily. He refused. Then he was sorted with the rest of the snakes and he took his spot next to Evan at the table. It was all over after that. Neither of them would have it any other way.