He walked up the steps and buzzed at the door. After waiting a moment, she opened the door. When his eyes landed on her, his breath was taken away. Every time he was away from her he forgot how amazingly beautiful she was. His face breaking into a smile, he asked, "How are you this evening?"   

 Excited. "I didn't know what to wear," she said smoothing down her black jumper and black slacks. "I'm fine. I'm good. Yes. Did you want to come... inside or just... go?"

 "Whatever you want. Tonight, you call the shots," said Anthony.

 That sent a jolt of excitement through her. "Let's just go."

 She pulled the door closed and waited for him to apparate them. With her eyes closed like she was waiting for something else entirely.

 Anthony smiled down at her as he wrapped his arms around her back. Breathing in the scent of her hair, he apparated them to an abandoned muggle house. He stood there for a moment holding her; feeling her in his arms. "As much as I love the sight of your hair, I need you to cover it up. Do you have a cap? If you don't, I have one for you."  

 He liked her hair? Megan was distracted by that for a moment before whipping a darkly-colored scarf from her pocket. "Will this work? The perils of being blonde, I suppose."

 Anthony nodded, "Yes, I think it shall. Right, now, we need to make sure the house is empty, then we need to find the right room to," he looked at Megan while trying to think of the right wording, "do what we want to do." He smiled and said, "then we can go find our man."

 The way he spoke of it did not make it seem wrong. Megan tied the scarf over her blonde hair and followed him as they surveyed the house. They were mostly silent. Every so often he would whisper a bit of explanation, and Megan was honestly paying attention. Of course, he was a bit distracting. That bothered her as much as she liked it.

 Anthony and Megan returned to the lower level of the house and he said, "Alright. I think we are ready." He walked over to the door and opened it, allowing her to exit first. As they walked down the street in the direction of the pub he knew the man would be at he said, "Now, I've been looking into the man you've chosen and he should be at a pub down the road here. I picked up some muggle tablets and to get him to pass out, I've to put them in his drink. Do you think you could distract him while I do it? And I know what you're thinking," he tapped her playfully on her forehead, "why don't we use magic? I don't use magic because I don't want to be tracked. I don't want to go to Azkaban so, please, no magic tonight."  

 Megan nodded. "I can. I did as you asked too. Thurston Church is a divorcee who does not pay child support. He lives in his nice manor house while his ex and two children live in a one room flat. He uses all his money to drink while his children go hungry because he had a clever barrister. If it were a two-for-one sort of night, I'd say we dispose of the barrister as well for being slime on top of being a muggle."

 Anthony nodded again as they walked down the street. "We could have done that if we had more time but alas," Anthony shrugged, "we do not. Oh and thank you for doing that." He smiled at her again. Anthony looked up at the buildings around him and saw they had reached the pub.

 Anthony opened the door for Megan as they entered the pub and looked for their man. Spotting him he said, "There, in the booth by himself. Let's have a seat in the booth behind." They made their way to the open booth and sat down. The waitress made her way to her table and Anthony ordered a pint. He looked to Megan and said,  "Gabrielle, what would you like?" 

 "I'll 'ave th'same as 'im, luv," Megan said to the waitress, not sounding proper at all. Her mother would be horrified. Megan winked at Anthony.

 As the waitress left, Megan scanned the room under the guise of looking around like she was happy to be here. She spotted the target, but let her eyes keep passing. He was right. The man was predictably in a booth pouring pints down himself like he was afraid they'd run out before he got good and stinking drunk.

 Anthony stared at Megan in awe. "Great job. OK. After we get our drinks, do you think you can go distract our man enough while I drug his drink?"

 Megan pulled her jumper over her head and tied it around her waist, revealing the gray camisole top under it. She tightened the scarf on her head looked down at her chest. "I think I can. As much as I don't like the idea of it... single divorcee? He probably hasn't seen, pardon my language, jumblies that he has not paid for in an age. He'll be distracted."  

 Anthony was surprised at how well Megan was at this. As she pulled off her jumper his eyes widened and his face broke out into a smile. She was definitely worth bringing around, she would help make things a lot easier. He watched her move over to the drunk's booth and sit down. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment.

 "Mind if I sit 'ere, luv? It's a bit mad in 'ere tonight. Too many blokes thinkin' a girl alone for a drink is out for more'n a drink."

 "Sure."

 He wasn't even looking at her face. Megan was smiling at honest smile.

 Anthony smirked as he saw this would be easier than he thought. He picked up his drink, went to sit next to Megan and the bastard didn't even raise his gaze. Anthony raised his eyebrows to Megan as she smirked at him. He pulled from his pocket a small dose of Rohypnol, a muggle pill dubbed the 'date rape drug'. This would definitely knock him out long enough for them to get him back to the deserted manor. He put the pill in the man's pint and it quickly dissolved. Anthony motioned his head in the direction of the man's glass.

 Megan took a deep breath and chugged her pint. She hoped it would not affect her overly.

 "Come on then, luv. Catch up," she said tapping his glass lightly.

 The moron downed it in about three gulps between breathing through his nose then wiped his mouth with his sleeve. It was all she could do to keep smiling and not gag. He was absolutely disgusting.

 "Great," said Anthony. They waited for twenty minutes as the man slowly became drowsy. "Come, mate, let's get you home." Anthony dropped muggle notes onto the table and motioned to Megan to follow them out the door. As they walked farther down the street the man leaned more and more on him. By the time they got back to the manor, Anthony was out of breath from carrying so much weight.

 Megan moved forward to help him up the stairs and inside. When they set him in the room they had set up, they took a step back. "So now we wait," Anthony said.

 Megan nodded. She should probably put her jumper back on. That would be the ladylike thing to do. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't think of anything particularly clever to say or do.

 "I saw you at work today."

 Anthony looked over at her. "Yeah? When," he asked cheerily, completely ignoring the man on the floor.

 "Well, I had to take some forms to the guys in the floo office. I might have walked through the Obliviator Offices first. It's a nice detour. I like looking at the desks." Oh my goddess. She sounded like an idiot. Stop it, Megan! Megan shifted nervously.

 "So you walk through the Obliviator offices. To look at desks," Anthony nodded, "Okay." He smirked at Megan. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've wanted to find an excuse to go to your level for a full week now."

 "Really?" Megan asked before she could stop herself. Megan rolled her eyes. This was serious. She needed to stop acting all girlie. Now was not the time for that. "Just walk through. I have found that if you look like you have a purpose, no one questions you."

 Anthony opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the man on the floor. The drunk was moaning and rolling around. Anthony looked to Megan and asked, "So. What would you like me to do first?"

 Megan looked at him in shock. She did not know. She honestly couldn't say. "Well... what do you feel like doing? I don't... I'm not sure. Hurt him? Is that wrong? I don't... I'm not much use for pain without a wand. My first thought is a Crucio, but we can't exactly do that, can we?"

 "Hurt him? We can do that. Let's see..." Anthony turned to his tote and pulled the rope and two pairs of gloves from the bag. He gave one pair to Megan and kept one for himself, motioning for her to put them on as he did the same. He tied Thurston to a moldy chair and grabbed a knife from his bag. He straightened and while playing with the knife he turned to Megan. "Shallow cuts. Shallow cuts and they stay awake and alert. Let's have a go." He made his way back to Thurston and started making cuts along his face, arms, and body.

 "Would you like to try," Anthony asked Megan as Thurston screamed. "Who are you? Where am I? Why are you doing this!" Thurston screamed. Anthony turned back to Megan with a smirk. "Would you like to tell Mr. Church why he's here? What he has done to deserve this?" He walked closer to Megan and leaned in, "This is my favorite part, well, besides the wire." He moved backward to allow Megan to approach the bound man, handing her the knife. Leaning against the wall he thought, I'm just going to sit back and watch... 

 She had to make a concentrated effort not to have her hand shake as she took the knife. She wasn't used to it. It felt strange. She preferred her wand.

 "Well, you were chosen, Mr Church. Because you don't know how to manage your things properly. You spend all your money on the drink and live in your manor house while your ex-wife and you children, your CHILDREN, Mr Church, live in a one room flat and go hungry some nights. All because you have a smarmy barrister."

 That said she delicately pulled the knife up his forearm. The man howled in pain. It was a very shallow cut, but blood still welled up. Megan sucked in air through her nostrils sharply. That was nice. She liked that. She swore she could smell the blood. Megan was holding the knife up and turned to Anthony. She was sure she had the wide eyes. Mr Church was making this mewling sound. Megan just stared at Anthony and let out a very deep and husky chuckling sound.

 Oh my... Merlin. Anthony suppressed the urge to smile and nodded for her to continue. She is exactly like I am. He continued to watch as she slowly drew the knife all over his body. She was so beautiful as she admonished the man for all his wrong doings; so beautiful while cutting his flesh. When the man started to become tired, when his screaming subsided a little, he stopped her. "As much as I would like to continue to watch, I have to stop you. He is getting tired, and we want him to fight when we finish with him, right?" He looked as she nodded.

 "Okay," he said as he took the wire out of his pocket and wrapped it around his fingers, testing the tightness of it around his fists. "Now, are you ready?" At her nod he said, "Now, cut the rope." The man looked surprised at his release and tried to run for the door. Anthony smirked and stuck his foot out, tripping the man. "Thurston, you know we can't let you go. Haven't you been listening," he grunted while struggling to wrap the wire around the man's neck. He kicked Thurston in the gut and while the man was protecting his torso, Anthony got the wire around his neck firmly. He turned them around, wanting to be able to see her face while Megan watched. At her gasp he tightened the rope around Thurston's neck, but kept his eyes on her face. He used to love watching his victim's face while he killed them. Now, he could not tear his eyes away from Megan's.  

 She had fallen back on the floor a bit. Her legs weren't going to support her. Her body was too filled with excitement and an entirely foreign feel she suspected might have been pleasure. Yes, she was getting a feeling of happiness from watching him work. She was liking it, craving it, wanting to roll around and bask in it.

 Megan was leaned back with her body propped up on her elbows. Nothing had ever been this exciting. Not ever. Not in her entire life. Her breathing was coming out in little pants. The man was struggling, but he wouldn't win this.

 "Yes," she whispered.

 Mr Church's face had gone from red to purple. His eyes were bulging. Megan couldn't seem to get enough air. She shifted on her elbows a bit and clamped her legs together. Her eyes met Anthony's again.

 Anthony kept his position despite the man's struggles. As he was watching Megan his mouth moved into a slow grin. She is enjoying this; he couldn't get enough of that thought. Just watching her expressions were enough to make him try to prolong Thurston's life as long as he could. He wanted to watch her face as long as possible. After a few moments, Thurston's movements slowed and came to a stop. Anthony paused, gave one strong jerk on the wire, and then dropped it from his hands as he slowly rose so he was standing straight. Anthony stood there, breathing heavily as he watched Megan.   

 Then suddenly, Anthony was across the room. He advanced on Megan and jerked her to her feet and into his arms. He paused for a moment and searched her face; wanting this to be right. Seeing excitement in her face, Anthony grabbed her face in his hands and brought her lips to his. The kiss was so rough and so bruising, but it was incredible. Never in his life had he felt anything like this. 

 She felt a moment of panic when he advanced on her and yanked her to her feet, but Megan stomped it down. He would not hurt her. He'd said. He had said he would not hurt her. Then he was kissing her. Harshly. And she liked it. She didn't like stuff like this. It was not like her. She was supposed to be frigid. Perhaps she had just never had the right stimulation before because she didn't feel very cold right now. She didn't feel cold at all.

 Megan fingernails were digging into her palms for wanting to touch him, but she didn't have his permission. She did not want to commit a faux pas that would result in him turning on her. She did, however, press her body towards his and nip lightly at his lower lip. It was a startling realization for her that she wanted someone, but she did want him.

 Anthony groaned when she bit his lip. He wanted her to do more, to touch him. He pushed her against the wall and grabbed one of her hands, intertwining their fingers. He was kissing her with such force he was certainly bruising her, but he did not care. He wanted this, needed this more than he had ever needed anything in his life. He pulled away, and making sure she was enjoying this as much as he was, he looked into her eyes.

 He looked down at her with such a want in his eyes, something that had never been there before. Just as his hand moved toward her jumper, he heard a noise from the back of the house. His head whipped around in the direction of the sound and then back to Megan.

 "Quick, gather everything up! Don't touch anything," Anthony whispered to her. He moved quickly to the body on the ground and removed the wire. 

 Megan's heart was racing as she made sure they had everything that belonged to them. She did a quick scan of the room making sure that nothing was disturbed except for the chair and the body. Everything else seemed to be as it was before the game had started. She quickly and quietly followed Anthony as they made their way out.

 He apparated them to the stoop of Hestia's flat. Megan's breathing was still rapid. Her skin was flushed, and she was a little bit more than certain her knickers were damp.

 She leaned towards him, rubbing her cheek against his to whisper in his ear, "Thank you for a lovely evening. Please owl me."

 "No, thank you. That was... it was a great night." Anthony smiled at her. "I will owl." He made his way down the steps, and turning around, he smiled at her again as he dissaparated. 

{SUMMARY} Anthony takes Megan hunting. Things get a little heated after their prey is captured and eliminated.