Chapter 4
When the sun woke Lilith up from her sleep, Lilith woke the witch up. Time for food obviously, putting her house coat on and forgoing the rest of her clothes besides a pair of fuzzy socks the witch made her way downstairs. Where she was startled by the fire roaring, with no wood Inside the grate for the flames to be coming from. Rushing to the sink she had tried pouring a jug of water on the fire with no relief. Opening windows and doors to help cool the place down helped her think. There was no way to call for help without magic. Wait! She thought, the bell on the wall! Grabbing the string and banging the bell multiple times Vicki waited. A soft pop arrived beside her, encased in an isolation bubble stood the elf, tutting with displeasure as it righted the flames.
"Told the misses no magic! Magic is unstable with the pox! Told the misses about guests being isolating too and you no listens!" The elf yelled.
"I haven't used any magic! I don't know how the fire got to be like that! I haven't even used magic to get the stove working!" Vicki narrowed her eyes at the elf, hoping maybe the elf would take the hint that nothing in the cabin worked without magic and she was trapped without muggle electricity.
"OH posh you! Everything working tip top. Stove works, you not try!" Of course the elf was correct, she had meant to make dinner but had gotten distracted by her needs.
"Where guest! Where? Where, where?" The elf snapped her fingers and suddenly breakfast items were flying around the kitchen starting to make themselves into eggs and toast. The kettle turned on for tea.
"I have no guests! I haven't made any friends since I came to Britain and I've not got a bloke chasing after me. No guests." The elf rolled its eyes and snapped its fingers. Immediately disappearing from the house. Breakfast finished making itself and Vicki knew she would have to clean up after.
This vacation home had very quickly turned into Vicki's version of utter hell. She was alone, not allowed magic and very fucking bored. It had occurred to Vicki that although the elf had grabbed her muggle TV, DVD player and a bag of movies, without doing any magic she couldn't actually use them. Vicki was a half blood, so she grew up with the best of both worlds. Muggle technology was finicky, but with the right charm super easy to hoodwink. Right this moment though, super heavy and extremely useless. Not a single electrical plug in existed in this entire wretched cabin. And that is how on day one she found herself still not dressed sitting at the two person kitchen table writing on paper with a muggle pen she kept in her messenger bag, all of the different things that she could have written on her tombstone.
She wasn't dyeing but was starting to feel sickly, even with the different potions she was taking. Pain potion for the sore throat, body and headache, health potion because Duh, pepper up potion to help her energy levels and muggle sinus medication because the Woodstove was driving her allergies mad.
Antonin
Antonin woke to find himself laying on the attic floor with his pants to his knees and cum dried on his hand, shirt and torso.
"Fuck" he whispered, casting a cleansing charm on himself he righted his cock and clothing and set about creating a plan. It was then that a soft crack sounded beside him and he found himself looking at a house elf.
"What the fuck?" He called in surprise.
"She claims she no know about you! How you get in if she no knows about you!!!" The house elf had the guts to poke him in the thigh.
"I own this house! How did you get in?" The house elf had the decency to look bashful as she explained she was here on ministry business. "The Russian ministry gifted me my house back so try again little elf." Dolohov was slowly losing his temper. Sensing the elf's rising panic.
"This house be property of the British ministry sir, parts of the emergency quarantine quarters! Used when witches and wizards who must but cannot isolate at home. Young Miss downstairs is part of dragon pox outbreak. As you now."
"What the actual fuck! The British gave my house back to the Russian ministry years ago. How is it part of your emergency bullshit!" The elf was smart for sure and instantly some sort of information clicked.
"We hasn't had an outbreak in ten years sir, I think maybes no one removed your house from emergency plan…" the elf looked concerned and also worried.
"Even if all of that is true, this place is warded to high heavens. How in Rowena's tits did you get in? Let alone that little witch downstairs with the mongrels?" Dolohov wasn't really all of that angry anymore, he should have been but there just didn't seem like enough space in the attic to hold his attitude.
"Ims a house elf sir, employed by a ministry of magic. Magic that wizards do don't limit. I pass the wards. Young Miss I made portkey out of iron from house. With house item s blood wards ok, as only family can remove item from wards. Unless elf of course. And iron gets through all mean nasty wards. Simple elf work. I come here once month in afternoon to remove dust and grime. Never seen you before." The house elf started to glare at him.
"Whoa whoa whoa, I work. I am never here during the day. Simple to say we must miss each other."
"Saturday and Sundays?" The elf seemed ready to hex him.
"I usually try the pub on Fridays with Finn, and pop the weekend at his place." Antonin held his hands out softly to look harmless.
"Young miss no know you're here, but smells of all your Grey magic!" The house elf yelled, looked down and seeing the window. Upon turning a very angry look upon the grown wizard the elf snapped her fingers. Suddenly Antonin found himself dropped ungracefully on his kitchen floor with his wand missing.
"Fucking elf, give me my wand!" Dolohov froze as he turned to get up, only to get an eye full of the vixen's naked skin. Helga help him, the witch was only wearing the tiny house coat and seemed as frozen as he was. Below the table he could see her legs crossed just covering her lady bits but otherwise giving a very good view of just how wide her hips were, only for her soft tummy to be covered by the softly belted house coat that gapped at the top, just covering her nipples. Leaving the dark purple mark of his magic on full display, Grey lines looking like lightning traveling the sky cutting across it. He was gaping at her, too stuck looking at his magic splayed across her abdomen to notice the notebook being thrown at his head.
Vicki
She had no clue what happened but suddenly a giant hulking wizard was dropped on the floor in front of her, with the elf standing to the side smiling. He was yelling and she expected the giant to stand and continue, instead he froze half way to standing looking under the table. She waited patiently for a second before realizing how scantily she was dressed. Her skin was sensitive and sore and she was starting to fever. She hadn't bothered to put proper clothing on. She was supposed to be alone. Isolating. She wasn't thinking, just reacting as she threw her notebook at the wizard's head. Suddenly his eyes snapped to hers, oh balls. Heat flared in her cheeks and down her neck, he was attractive. Definitely handsome with his dark chocolate eyes, the slight slant to his nose and the stupid smirk plastered on his hard mouth. The jaw striking and as he stood to brush himself off the witch realized just how big of a man he was. Easily six foot something tall, such broad shoulders and everything seemed hard and ready for a fight. She however couldn't help thinking about how he looked sturdy and lean enough to climb. She felt her cheeks flame red again and tried to cough off the blush.
"Enjoy what you see, Lisichka?" He asked, molten chocolate eyes surveying her reaction to him.
"I am just surprised to find the man breaking into my isolation and ogling me to be attractive. Forgive me, I will rid my little fox mind of the notion" she smirked when his face faltered. Did he think himself irresistible? Or the only one knowing of the Russian language.
"Young miss, this is houses person. He lives here apparently." The elf whispered from beside them.
"I think I might be lost on your meaning. Surely the ministry can't have put me, someone isolating and infected with dragon pox into someone's house?!" Her voice rose as she spoke, shaking a little at the end.
"Mistake made, information incorrect. Mister of the house happy to have you and will isolate for ten more days. Apologies, will drop off some extra supplies, contraception potions now that you has his mark across your chest. Goodbyes" and with a tilt of its head the elf was gone.
"What. The. Fuck?" She exclaimed and looked back at the handsome stranger who looked just as gobsmacked. "What mark across my chest?" Vicki was up and out of her seat running to the bathroom upstairs, unashamed of how she might be dressed and slammed the door while ripping off the robe to look for the mark. It didn't take her but a moment for her eyes to snap to the deep purple, so rich and dark in color it was almost black. Grey lightning stretching across it, the mark started between her breasts and reached to wrap farther across her hip.
She gasped, the mark seemed to be sentient, flaring across her skin and extending its borders in soft waves. Lapping at the side of her? With magic she was sure. As she placed her hand on the mark both witch, and wizard who had followed her up the stairs, moaned from different sides of the bathroom door. Unable to help herself she dragged her fingertips from the top to the bottom of the flaring mark, moaning and watching it try to chase her fingers across her skin.
As she then traced the mark back up toward her chest. His voice gave her a start with how husky it sounded as he laid a warning at the door "If you touch that mark again, I will have no choice but to make you mine on the damn tiles you stand on."
She was breathing hard and was unsure of how serious his threat was when she tried to just trace the outskirts of the mark. Unfortunately she heard his growl from outside the door too late to have stopped herself from straying back across the marred skin. She yelped and stepped into the glass shower stall as he managed to pop open the locked door.
She felt his eyes rake up her and stop on the mark just as she pressed her palm between her breasts. She really was never good at listening to instructions. Especially when it was something she ought not to do. The pull she felt towards this stranger overriding her sense of rational though, there she stood house coat dangling uselessly open, all of her on display, fingers floating above her naval itching to touch what he'd instructed her not too.
She felt the heat pool in her lower belly, she wanted him. The mark on her skin was only doing its job of reminding her how, as it seemed to stretch towards her fingers as well. Wanting him. Needing him.
This strange and sexy man simply walked Into the bathroom, closed the door and stripped his shirt off.
"Fair is fair, and you my little vixen are already naked" was all he whispered to her as he pulled her from the shower and down to the ground.