Revenge is Sweet, <Trowa, open>

[Sashenka Grigorovich]

((OOC: This reply is later in the night. I figured Trowa would be in the hospital wing overnight and a trap could be laid for Sashenka being baited there. She'll put up a hell of a fight, though, and I'll be using one of my own to finally silence her))

Sashenka slipped into the hospital wing, wand in one hand and the glimmer of light on cold metal reflecting on the blade in her other hand. He was injured, probably sedated now for a comfortable night's sleep. She could strike now and do away with the nuisance for good.

Lifting the blade towards Trowa's neck, she smiled.

"Wake up, boy; it's time to die."

[Trowa Marshall]

Trowa's right eye flickered open, revealing a gleaming yellow iris. It focussed on Sashenka as she raised the knife. He smirked. "Depulso!"

From under the bedsheets, a banishing charm blasted out of Trowa's wand and into Sashenka's stomach. It threw her across the room to crash into an empty bed. "Professor, NOW!" he yelled.

[Boris Vladamir]

As Sashenka landed atop a stretcher bed, the frame toppling over with her inertia, Boris emerged from the curtained shadows, wand raised.

Flicking his wand, the metal frame of the bed coiled itself around Sashenka, binding her arms to her waist.

"Evalensky?" Boris asked curious, his wand still raised. "Is that really you?"

"What are you talking about?" Sashenka hissed back, "I know no Evalensky!"

"Eva..." Boris frowned, approaching Sashenka. "You are Eva, I'm sure of it."

Recognition seemed to flicker through Sashenka's eyes, giving Boris pause. Her bindings loosened just enough for her to raise her wand and blast Boris back like Trowa had done to her.

"Evalensky is dead." She hissed again before turning her anger towards Trowa once more, firing a Killing Curse his way.

[Trowa Marshall]

Trowa rolled off the bed, the killing curse hitting the bed right where he'd been a second before. He gasped in pain as he hit the floor. Even with magical assistance, his wounds were only party healed. He felt the stab wound on his shoulder re-open, blood trickling down his arm. Raising his wand he cast a shield charm to counter the next curse she threw and give him the moment he needed to get to his feet.

[Sashenka Grigorovich]

Sashenka followed up almost immediately with another killing curse towards the boy, the curse frustratingly bouncing off the shield charm - a occurrence that was all too frequent since the bastard, Aldous, had removed the Killing Curse from the roster of Unforgivable Curses, sapping away the unstoppable power it had once held.

"Eva... I'm sorry." she heard whispered from behind her.

Spinning around, she met the flash of green light head on, with no time to react. As she looked into the wide, sad eyes of Vladamir a life of memories flashed through her mind before falling silent with her last breath.

[Boris Vladamir]

Boris walked solemnly over to the fallen death eater, his eyes wet with tears.

"I'm so sorry, Eva." He whispered as he fell to his knees by her side, propping her head on his lap and brushing the hair from her face before closing her vacant eyes with a gentle brush of his hand. "You may rest in peace now."

[Trowa Marshall]

By the time Trowa stood up, it was all over. Sashenka was dead. Professor Vladimir had her cradled on his lap. From what he could pick up, Boris had known the Death Eater under another name, someone who'd been very dear to him in the past. Which made him wonder; what had happened to the woman? Imperius curse? Memory modification? Or was it something even simpler, like losing her mind, no magic involved?

It doesn't matter how it happened. She'ss dead now, and the professsor'ss grieving iss your fault.

He twitched as he heard the voice in his mind. Almost like his conscience, but it felt separate somehow. MY fault?!

Twice you had her helplesss, in your power. Twice you could have killed her. Twice you chosse the coward'ss route, left her to sstalk you again! And what did it get you? Almosst killed yoursself! And sshe'ss sstill dead at the end. The only difference iss that you made ssomeone who cared about her do what you couldn't. Pathetic!

Trowa's fist clenched, but he couldn't think of any answer to the voice. It was wrong... wasn't it? But he'd always known that Sashenka wouldn't leave him alone, would never stop. "I should have killed her in St. Mungoes," he whispered.

Next time, don't hessitate, KILL.

"Yesss..." he said, more firmly. And for an instant, he almost thought he could hear laughter where the voice had been, but then it was gone.

Looking over, he saw that the Professor hadn't moved. "Sir... it's over now. She's dead," he told the older man in a sympathetic tone. It was faked. She had deserved to die and she had. And as he thought that, the yellow gleam in his eye dulled and settled, the glow vanished but the colour remaining, permanent.

[Boris Vladamir]

Boris shook his head and turned slowly to face the boy he had given up so much to save, tears running down the man's face.

"No, it is not over yet..." Cradling Sashenka's body, "I must take her now. She must be buried with the rest of our family."

Without another word, the man lifted the woman's body and walked out the room.