Approaching In The Dark is Always Better.

Oh how he longed to leave Azkaban when he was in there. Now he was out. He'd been laying low since his daughter was fifteen. He had been in hiding for a year and now he decided it was time to visit his old home. He had no wife. No woman. Just him. He was alone and looking for a place to stay while the Dark Lord came back. He knew there were dark times ahead of them.

He was in the bushes watching the house when he saw someone approaching carelessly. He smirked. The man looked rather like he could sway to Mulciber's wishes. And a good thing too. He looked young.  He figured the man could be easily fooled.

He stepped out of the bushes dressed in nice robes and smirked dusting them off. "Mr. Knight I presume," he said looking at the package in the man's hand and than up at the man. "I'm someone you don't want to mess with. I used to live here. I wondered if I could perhaps take a look," he said smirking.

It wasn't every day a Death Eater showed up at his doorstep. But today was a special day. He was bringing home a broom for Dolohov. So he could finish working on it. But he packaged it with his name on it in case Aurors suspected a thing. So he expected a visit from Dolohov or his 'buddies" to collect the broom.

When he was almost as his door he heard the familiar voice of a Death Eater. He'd seen him in Knockturn Alley. Even gave him food. But he was aware he wanted a home. Every Death Eater wanted a home to live in. He swiveled around to face him and smirked.

"Mulciber I presume. The one who escaped. You want your house back. And you think if I let you in than you can threaten to kill me if I leave it to you. Smart. But not smart enough. See I'm a friend of the Death Eaters. A business man. So I'm not leaving the Knight home anytime soon," he replied smirking at the man as he put his key in the lock. He opened it and stepped aside. "Do come in," he said knowing Mulciber would force him to let him in.

So the man knew who Mulciber was. That wasn't going to be great. But he knew his stuff. He also wasn't aware Mulciber didn't plan to kill anyone. He planned to use them to his favor. And it still looked pretty simple. The man was smart enough and young. So there was a bit Mulciber could do.

"So tell me Knight. What's your name and age?" he asked as he entered the home. He was gonna play nicer until they got down to business. "And your blood if you're not to afraid to let me find out who you are before I trust you or even contemplate trusting you," he added looking at the man with a cold, hard look.

Jeremy looked at the man before him. He wasn't surprised. He knew Death Eaters had a way of doing things, but they also usually had a wand pointed when they asked. He had a look of bemusement on his face when he smirked. "It's Jeremy Knight and I'm a twenty two year old pureblood wizard standing tall and proud. I'm proud of my heritage, but I'm not a Death Eater yet. That will be chosen for me in due time," he replied closing the door after he walked inside. He lead Mulciber into the drawing room and than took a seat.

"Feel free to look around. I know this place is big enough for you and me. And there's a daughter too. That's what I heard. I heard the Sage family has raised her well. Severus keeps her safe enough," he said bringing the man's daughter into it.

"Now that you're here can I do something for you Mulciber?" he asked smirking.

Jeremy was being very hospitable. That was good. He looked around as he was invited into the drawing room. The place didn't look much different. It was as if the family kept it exactly the same. Minus the family photo's and the furniture. He smirked. "So we'll see how well you do before you're chosen," he said roughly with a smirk.

Than his daughter was mentioned and he looked at Jeremy darkly. "How much do you know about my daughter Jeremy? And you better not have taken advantage of her. You're five years older than her. I want her to marry the person of my choosing. Not some nobody who helps Death Eaters get brooms without being marked. Severus was the man for the job. He would have raised her well if he had taken his god daughter into his home," he said of the way his child had been raised.

"Well I thought some fool took over the house and I was going to take my home off their hands. But I can see you're no fool and won't leave. So I say this. Give me room and board for my child and I and I won't get in your way. I'll take my Death Eater meetings to a private place in the home and I won't be seen by the ministry entering or exiting the building," he said telling Jeremy what he wanted. He figured his answer would be a yes.

"Yeah I'll see. I suppose it's all up to the Death Eaters willing to mention me. And my father," he replied trying to think of what he could say to the Death Eater in front of him. The man wasn't exactly easy to talk too. He was a villain after all. An evil and cruel villain.

"I don't know much. We grew up together though. I tried to kiss her when I was younger. But we kind of grew apart. I suppose it was just life falling apart. But you don't want to hear that. I never took advantage of her and I won't do something you don't want me too," he said moving back in his seat. He could tell Rebecca's father meant business when he said that.

Jeremy was shocked he wasn't getting kicked out. But he was more than pleased with himself. There would be a hot girl living in his home when she wasn't at school. And she was meant to be a Death Eater. "I'll tell her if you don't mind," he said motioning to the owl that sat in the corner of the room. "He's fast. He can get there quick," he said.

Now that Mulciber thought of it he realized Knight was one of the Death Eater's sons. One who hadn't gotten marked yet. He smirked evilly and looked at the man before him. "So you'll be one than if your father is," he said smirking.

"So you spent time with the Purebloods. She would have had to take my place while I was away. So she would have had to be at those events. Snape took her I suppose. I'm glad she was loyal to my wishes than. I did owl her and tell her what I wanted from her. She was the only part that kept me sane. Knowing when I got out I'd teach her how to be just like me," he said sounding slightly sentimental before he said just like him.

"I need to tell her Knight. She's my heir. But I will use your owl. I'm afraid when I escaped Azkaban I didn't take my owl with me," he said shrugging and grabbing a piece of parchment and quill out of his pocket.

Dear Rebecca,
This is your father. I'm having a fairly good day. I'm in a healthier place. I have a word to say to you. Meet Knight. He has something to show you. I've heard the rumors and I need to prove that you're going to stay loyal. He's with the Dolohov men. Ask for him.
Signed, your father

He knew she would realize it was Jeremy's owl and so he smirked knowing if it was infiltrated no one would have a clue where he was. He tied it to the owls leg and sent it off smirking at Jeremy.

"I should be," he said shrugging slightly. He smirked and pulled a picture of Rebecca off of his desk and handed it to Mulciber. "You might want to know what she looks like now," he said smirking smugly. He always had pictures of the Pureblood singles. His father was always trying to press him to make nice with one of them. But he figured her father needed the picture more. He probably hadn't seen her in a long time.

"She took your place alright. All of the men were keeping their eyes on her. I suppose they wanted to make sure she was just like you. Or it's because she's hot and turned into a fine young woman. But I made sure nothing happened to her. The Sage family took her. Their son and her were rather close," he said getting the reason for Mulciber's questions about his child.

"Just don't give away where you are or I'll be taken to Azkaban for hiding an escaped prisoner and I would rather not get caught. My owl will take your letter. That will be fine," he said calling his owl over and watching Mulciber tie the letter to the owl's leg. He knew Rebecca knew his owl. He'd sent her treats at Hogwarts before. Jeremy watched the owl fly off and looked at Mulciber.

"I'm going to go make some room for you and Rebecca now. If you need me I'll be upstairs. Where were you thinking of having your meetings by the way?" he was curious as he spoke.

"You should be more appreciative to being a Death Eater Knight," he said smirking at the man. "More like you should take it willingly," he added like a threat. Though he knew that Jeremy wasn't one yet. As Jeremy handed him the picture he was raising his brow at him. Than he saw who was in the picture. It was his daughter. His seventeen year old girl. He took the picture and slid it inside his robes. "I knew already, but I'll keep this. I suppose this was some pureblood singles way of getting you to get to know someone and my daughter was on the top of your list," he said looking at Jeremy.

Tom listened to what Jeremy said and smirked. So she was a catch. Good to know he would be able to auction her off if he needed too. He wouldn't go that far until he knew he could trust her. He'd sort out the gossip about her and than he'd deal with it however he had too. "Good to know Jeremy. The Sage family is taking care of her. I'll ask around about their son unless you can tell me all about him," he replied suggesting Jeremy tell him anything he knew.

The question Jeremy asked was not surprising. Anyone would be curious. "I built a room in this house that you have to know how to get inside to join. It hasn't been used since the Dark Lord's fall. I know when it gets opened. I have a tattoo of sorts on my arm. It's below the basement. I'll show you how to get into it later," he said as Jeremy was leaving.

He lifted up the glass bottle on the table and sniffed it. It smelt of whiskey and he poured some in a glass and took a swig as he waited for his daughter to arrive.

"Oh I would appreciate it more if I was one, but as it is I'm not. I do know I belong to that life. My father is a Death Eater after all. I supply for Death Eaters so I'd be honored if the dark lord graced me with his powers. And any woman that chooses to partake that life is okay to me," he replied swiftly. He let go of the photo as Mulciber took it. "Well it kind of was. It's one of the ways they let us know who's single and who's not. They give us photo's of females or males who are single within the pureblood circles. Rebecca was at the top because I was looking at her photo earlier. I was trying to work up the courage and owl her," he admitted.

"Yes. She's in good hands, but she's seventeen so she can officially live on her own now. Or with a partner. Ardric Sage is nobody. He's never going to be a Death Eater unlike his parents are and his adoptive sister is going to be. He doesn't want that life for himself or anyone around him. He'll be dead soon. He sticks with purebloods though," he said of the little he knew about the Sage boy.

As Jeremy was about to head upstairs he heard Mulciber reply. He looked at him in shock. "Well that sounds brilliant," he said in admiration. And than he was up the stairs into the bedrooms to sort it out.

Tom Mulciber wrote:

Dear Rebecca,
This is your father. I'm having a fairly good day. I'm in a healthier place. I have a word to say to you. Meet Knight. He has something to show you. I've heard the rumors and I need to prove that you're going to stay loyal. He's with the Dolohov men. Ask for him.
Signed, your father

He knew she would realize it was Jeremy's owl and so he smirked knowing if it was infiltrated no one would have a clue where he was. He tied it to the owls leg and sent it off smirking at Jeremy.

Rebecca had been at the Sage home when Jeremy Knight's owl flew in the open window and right towards her bed where she was perched. She took out an owl treat and traded the treat for the letter. She found it odd to see Jeremy's owl. It had been a while since they talked. The last time he had seen her was in the past summer. After she had tried to push Remy Lefiable away. But he had still struck her heart like a beating drum and she couldn't stop thinking of him. She'd went home for a week because her adoptive mother wanted her at home. She still didn't quite understand why, but she'd left the school. She opened the letter to find her fathers writing inside. She knew his words meant something else entirely and she packed a bag. She was leaving. She sent the owl home.

She went downstairs and said her good byes and received men's clothes to give to her father and than she apparated off to the Knight home. "Aloha Homora," she mumbled under her breathe pointing her wand at the door. The door unlocked and she opened it and walked inside. She locked the door behind her.

"Father, Jeremy," she called out as she walked into the main hall. She smelt an acrid smell of someone who hadn't been living very well and headed towards the smell. When she got there she saw her father. She approached him slowly. "Hello father," she said softly.

Jeremy's answer suited him well. He could believe Jeremy wanted to be one. If he was doing jobs he surely was trying to get someone to mention him when the time came. The Dark Lord was a busy man these days. He had to get his men back. As for women Mulciber had to agree. As long as they kept their mouth's shut to the other side than they would be kept alive and fed well. And if the Dark Lord wanted anything of them than they would give it. "Well now you won't look at her photo. You'll have no need as long as we both live here," he said of his daughter.

Tom smirked as he listened to what Jeremy said. The family were Death Eaters. Minus the boy. He also knew the boy was older by a year or two. So he should be marked. But he was on the good side. That would make him a blood traitor, but he spent his time with purebloods so it made it rather diplomatic. "We can't change the boys mind," he said.

As Jeremy admired his idea he smirked and watched him disappear up the stairs.

A few minutes later he heard a click and the sound of the door opening and stood up with his wand out. His whiskey fell to the floor. The door closed and than he heard a female voice. He walked towards the voice and saw her enter the drawing room. She was well dressed. In what looked like a summer dress. Her hair fell down to her shoulders and as he looked at her he was reminded of her mother. He smirked and put down his wand. "Rebecca Mulciber. My daughter in shining glory. No one would ever believe you were a Death Eaters child. You look so innocent," he said inching even closer.

Rebecca saw him. Standing up to face her. He looked well dressed for someone trying to steal a home. She looked around feeling as if she somehow knew the place. But she couldn't. She was only a baby when she was taken from this dwelling. She smiled and watched him walk closer. She heard his words and wanted to say something. To say something that he wouldn't do anything to her for saying. She was beaten at home when she said something out of line. It had only happened twice though.

"Father. You're home. Who would suspect a thing from a girl like me," she finally replied smirking. She didn't see Jeremy anywhere, but she heard feet upstairs.

"What brought you here father? I mean to this place," she asked looking around the room as he inched even closer. She fought every thought of Remy out of her head and faced her father.

Jeremy had heard Rebecca from upstairs as she called out. He smirked at the female voice and knew Mulciber would be fine on his own. He knew it was Rebecca. He'd seen her over the summer break and he couldn't forget her voice. He would though. He knew he would eventually.

He continued to work on the room upstairs and only stopped when he got thirsty. He got a drink and went back to work only hearing brief bits of conversation as he went back and forth.

Tom looked at his daughter. There was no way she truly knew what home meant to him. To be standing in the place he helped build. Building it from the bottom to the top. It would be his daughters home by legal rights as soon as she turned seventeen. It was her home. Knight would have to file his papers and let her claim her home. And he would talk to Knight later.

"I'm truly home. This was and will always be my home. I built this place from the ground up. I got the supplies from our ancestors remaining blocks of wood and brick and other such objects. I came to reclaim my home," he replied watching her. He didn't know how she was going to react. He was fairly certain she wouldn't run away screaming though.

He saw Jeremy walk past and smirked and pulled his wand out on Rebecca. "We have some rumors to discuss my dear. If you're harboring feelings for a boy I need to know," he said quite evilly as Jeremy walked back upstairs with a glass.

Rebecca was completely taken back by his answer. This was his home. This was her home before he was gone. She didn't really know what to say. So whatever had happened to her mother had been in this place. She looked around suddenly expecting her mother's death to be shown where it happened. But nothing was anywhere. The place was filled with Jeremy's stuff. She looked at him. "This is my birthright isn't it?" she asked suddenly realizing why he wanted her to come. He wanted the home to be in her name. So he could live there under his own name with his daughter to entertain his guests whenever he pleased.

She didn't quite see Jeremy herself, but she did see her father's wand as he stood right in front of her. She wanted to step back. Not from fear, but due to the horrid smell coming off his well groomed body. She did step back than. She was pushed against the wall and she looked at her father. "Yes I believe we do. I'll tell you what you want to know if you let me have some time to think things through father," she replied trying to hold it back as long as she could.

"Yes this is your birthright. And we'll fix it soon. For now I think we should both settle in. This is our home and we shouldn't have to leave it. I did build it," he said smirking at his daughter. "Jeremy will probably let a lovely lady have her home back," he added.

He stood exactly in front of her. She had nowhere to go. And he wouldn't let her move. He backed her right up against the wall pointing his wand at her. He smirked as he thought she was scared of him and his wand. He made her fear him as he shoved her hard against the wall pointing his wand at her head. "If you don't tell me everything now I will be forced to send someone after you when you go back to school," he threatened evilly.

Rebecca listened to his words. They were silky, but rough and she got the feeling he would use her in more than one way to entertain his guests. But she wasn't exactly sure. That was just his edge from where she stood with her back against the wall. "Yes father," she said like a little kid forced to obey their fathers. "Jeremy won't give up anything. Not for me. Not for anyone," she replied thinking she knew Jeremy well.

She was pushed hard against the wall. His wand was pointing at her head and she was a little scared. She didn't know what her father planned to do to her, but she wasn't sure she wanted to find out. "I was in love with a guy but nothing happened father," she tried to lie shaking a bit. He was scary.

"Oh we'll see about that angel," he said in a really evil way. He could tell she was getting scared of the way he acted and he only smirked. He would act the way he wanted. If he had never been caught than she would have seen this from an earlier age. And he was ready to let her be scared. It would show her who was boss.

He continued to point his wand at her head as he pressed her against the wall. His lower area was liking the attention it was getting from being pressed against her belly and he smirked down at her. "Oh do tell me the truth will you my dear," he said getting her lie because he knew the gossip was more than that.

He backed away slightly as he looked at his daughter. "Now if you were lying to me I could always get Jeremy to tell me more about Ardric Sage," he said threateningly to scare her.

She was really fearful now and she had nowhere to go. His words rung in her ears and she hadn't a clue how to reply. Not with the way he was acting. And she couldn't escape him because she knew wherever she went he would follow her. He knew people all over the wizarding world. She'd be his even if it took weeks for him to find her.

His wand was still pointed at her head and she felt him on her belly. She winced realizing he probably hadn't had a woman in a really long time. She looked up at him and watched him smirk. She gulped as he told her that he knew she was lieing without actually saying it.

As he backed away slightly she stepped off the wall. She was still scared, but she would move slightly. She'd leave enough space to escape if she needed too. That was until she heard him speak of Ardric. He'd been like a brother to her. He was a brother. She gulped again and thought of what to say. "You wouldn't like my answer father," she admitted walking off up the stairs to find Jeremy.

Mulciber watched his fine skinned daughter push off the wall. His lust for a woman hadn't been well treated in a long time. Even the woman in the couture houses didn't want him. So really if the whore house wouldn't take him and his money than he would have to force it. He would have to take an innocent woman. Or even fall in love. But these days woman didn't even look at him. He smelt acrid. He smirked at her as she gulped. Her fear was showing with every move she made. "Indeed I wouldn't, but I want to know," he said as she slid up the stairs.

So that was how she was going to play. Force an answer. He went up the stairs discreetly. She was talking to Jeremy. Kissing his cheek in thanks. Tom only smirked and grabbed his daughter by the waist and turned her to face him. "Shhhhh," he whispered covering her mouth and shoving Jeremy from the room. He locked the door and smirked down at his daughter. "We're going to play a little game," he said threateningly.

Jeremy had been talking to Rebecca when he noticed Tom Mulciber approaching. He pulled closer to her feeling as if he should protect her. Mulciber looked like he didn't get his way and that only worried Jeremy. As she kissed his cheek he smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. As Tom grabbed Rebecca by the waist Jeremy growled. "Let go of her Mulciber," he said threateningly. Mulciber tried to shove him off of his daughter and he didn't even move. He kept his eye trained on Mulciber until he shoved him hard enough out the door. Jeremy went towards the door, but he heard it bang shut and lock. He tried to unlock it and frowned. No. Since he couldn't get in he'd let them have their conversation.

He left them alone and went back to making up the other bedroom. They were in Mulciber's room. He could make Rebecca's room in silence. So he started working on it.

Rebecca was talking to Jeremy. She could tell her father was approaching. It wasn't quite the sound as much as the way Jeremy was acting. He pressed closer to her. And although she didn't quite agree with the older man getting closer she had to let him protect her from her father. Her father was surely not pleased with the way she walked away. She smiled up at Jeremy until she felt her father's arm slide around her waist. He forced her to turn around and face him and felt Jeremy's grip loosening as her father shoved him with his free arm. She heard the low growl and frowned. She was locked in between the men until her father shoved him hard enough that he flew out the door.

She was scared. Her father let go of her and moved to the door and locked it. She stood frozen in her spot due to fear of her father. She hadn't expected him to be quite as evil as he had. She felt more than saw him approach her. She felt his arms go around her waist. She closed her eyes as he whispered to her evilly. Than she tried to back away and only fell flat onto his new bed. She opened her eyes in surprise landing as her father fell on top of her. She'd pulled him on top of her as he still had her by the waist.

Tom nearly laughed. He'd gotten rid of Jeremy. At least out of the room. And his daughter looked scared. He was going to make her show him how loyal she really was. To him. To the Dark Lord. To any loved ones she had. He was going to make her tell him everything. As she backed away he was tugged with her. He wasn't going to let her go. Not yet. He gripped onto her waist hard as he fell on top of her on the bed. He knocked her unconscious and did what he had to do.

He had fallen asleep on top of her and smirked hearing her scream a little while later from underneath him. At that moment she knew what had just happened. He climbed off her and got dressed throwing her robes at her. "So you're going to tell me now aren't you," he said threateningly.

Rebecca had been knocked unconscious. And when she woke up consciously she screamed at the top of her lungs. She hadn't exactly been deflowered, but she had just woken up naked and throbbing. She could feel the pain and she knew her father had just raped her. And he was laying on top of her. She could feel him against her and as she went to push him off he got out of bed and got dressed. She took her robes gratefully when he tossed them at her. She heard the threat in his voice as he spoke to her. "No I'm not. You just raped me. I won't talk yet," she said weakly. She didn't move to get up. She felt weak and powerless. She stuck her hand in her robes looking for her wand and than she noticed it behind him on the dresser. And she could tell he knew it was there.

She sat up and got out of bed rushing for the door. She found it locked and she was scared. She leant against the door watching him.