Hello everyone! Yes I know, Alien Roses needs to be updated. I'm going to do my best to get that story up and going again, but the computer that file was on kicked the bucket. Literally. It started smoking and I'm still not exactly sure how that happened, cause I didn't realize that computers could actually smoke.

It's my luck, go figure.

Anyways! This is my newest story, Whips and Chains. It's basically a Harry Potter fanfiction with my absolute favorite bad boy. Scabior. It's a disgusting name, but it sure fits him. haha. If anyone is interested in betaing this story shoot me a message! I'd love to have some help. Enjoy!

(Oh, and I own nothing except Evelyn. Wish I owned Scabior. :P)

Everything was supposed to go smoothly. Evelyn was off for a vacation, one that she desperately needed, and she had dotted all her I's and crossed her T's. As she sat on the plane headed to London, she couldn't help the grin that was crossing her face. She'd always wanted to go to London, though she wasn't really a huge fan of cities.

When this idea first hit her, Evelyn wasn't exactly sure how to go about it. Her boss had given her a month off, saying that she needed to get her head on straight. Well, she supposed that she did. After all, she had been in a horrible car crash and had been in the hospital for six weeks.

She was a painter by trade, and one of her hands had been crushed. The fact that it was her dominant hand, her right hand, certainly hadn't helped situations. After the accident she had gone through extensive physical therapy and more surgeries than she could count to get her hand functioning again. She could still barely hold her paintbrush for longer than fifteen minutes without the muscles of her hand cramping.

After many botched tries, her boss Arthur had decided that it was time for her to just take some time for herself. She worked for a company that designed advertisements in the form of real paintings, and had been fairly successful. Anyways, Evelyn had always been a penny pincher. She was certainly able to take a vacation if she wanted to.

Of course, that hadn't stopped her from worrying about the costs. Evelyn always seemed to worry. It was the biggest personality trait that she had. To solve her money problem, she had gone online and decided to do a house trade. She owned a house out of the city, courtesy of her grandparents after their death. Her parents had been a little angry that the house had gone to her, but they understood the reasoning behind it.

It was a quaint house. Classic in the way that it had a white picket fence that surrounded it and was classically American. It was the most beautiful thing Evelyn had ever seen before. She loved it. And it was a rare thing for her to not be found inside the house or on the porch painting to her hearts content. The house lent to her a sense of peace. The memories of her grandparents and family that filled the walls were a constant support system.

The house that she was now swapping with was similar, but had the European flavor that Evelyn had always loved. It had ivy growing on the outside, and a brick wall surrounding it. Evelyn hoped that it would remind her a little bit of her own home, at least because she was going to need inspiration. The family seemed more than happy to be house swapping with her for as long as she would like to swap.

Evelyn had found that a bit strange. What family was more than willing to pack up everything and swap their house with a complete stranger? For more than a month perhaps! But maybe they wanted to move to America. It didn't really matter after all. She didn't care about their situation, well not enough to ask. And she was going to be staying in their adorable house.

She glanced down at her watch. In less than an hour she was going to be landing in the London Airport and then she was going to be moving all her things into a house in West Country that was all new to her. Evelyn couldn't have described her excitement to someone if they had asked her. It was bubbling up inside her, so much that the grin on her face was unable to be contained.

Unfortunately, landing wasn't as eventful as she had thought it would be. For some reason, in Evelyn's mind she was going to land and everyone was going to be that classic adorable Englishman. Everyone was going to have a thick accent and be smoking cigars and doffing their hat to her when she walked by. For some reason she had an image in her head that was more than a little foolish.

She hadn't thought that London would look and seem exactly like New York City, just with a European flare. To be honest, it was slightly disappointing. But she knew that she had a ridiculous image in her head to begin with. English people were still people after all, and the world was a much smaller place then she gave it credit for.

So instead of skipping along the street with her yellow glowing image in her mind, Evelyn simply hefted her bag and got ready to go to the house. Thankfully the family had sent someone to bring her to their house, and had said that they would only be there for a few moments. They were going to have to catch a plane right after her, but wanted to meet her.

Again, Evelyn should have been wary of the family just because of the fact that they wanted to meet her. But she wasn't the kind of person to think of something horrible before anything happened. She was always happy to think the good of people before they could think the worst of her. She had her own problems that she was certain made people not want to be around her!

Evelyn was in the cab and going towards the house before she could think. Reaching into her backpack, she pulled out the folder that she had stuffed with information about the house and town that she was moving to. It was filled with pictures and information, especially the pictures that the family had sent her. The house was truly adorable. She could feel her artist's eye going already.

Smiling, she ran her fingers over the name of the town. Godric's Hollow. She hadn't really been able to find any information about the place on the internet. Just pictures, as she would have expected. The family was more than happy to sent her all the information that she could have wanted though. And it seemed like a beautiful place. The sun was shining in every picture, and people seemed so happy. It would be a good place to rest, to find her inner peace.

"Miss, we're here."

Smiling at the cabbie, she pulled out what money she had in her pocket. "I still haven't really gotten a hang of Euros yet, but I trust you to take the money that is the correct amount. Right?"

He took what seemed like a suspicious amount of money for a cab ride, but at the moment nothing could pull Evelyn from her wonderful mood. She was finally here. She only had one bag, and it had wheels on it so she could pull it along with her. And that was what she did, pulling her suitcase along behind her on the cobblestones down the street and towards the house that she would be renting.

She had to admit, this wasn't exactly the image that she had in her mind. For one thing, everything seemed to have a cast of greyish blue. Something that made her feel a little unhappy. She had this image of beautiful sunny town with people frolicking around and laughing. Children on swings, and people shopping. Well, her images of England so far had been very off. But then again, even Evelyn would admit that her image of England had been a little… stereotypical.

With a sigh, she finally reached the front door of the place where she would be staying. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, and smiled. Just as she was raising her hand to knock, the door flew open and she was faced with a very frazzled looking woman.

Smiling, Evelyn stuck out her hand. "Hello! I'm Evelyn, the woman that's-"

The woman simply grabbed Evelyn's hand and yanked her into the house. "Yes that's very well, welcome to England dear. We'll be heading off now!"

Evelyn watched as the family all filed out by her. A father, mother, and three children. One of the children was in the mother's arms, sucking its thumb as it stared at her curiously. Evelyn again had that strange feeling that she wasn't sure what to do in this situation. Was there a reason why they were leaving so fast? Or were they simply late for their plane? It had to be the latter. No one would leave so fast without a logical reason. It wasn't because they were afraid.

Though their faces really did seem as though there was a touch of fear to them.

Evelyn stood at the door and waved at them as they all piled into their car. "Well, it was nice to see your faces at least!"

The family seemed frightened of her. Maybe they were as nervous about meeting her as she was nervous about meeting them. After all, they were the ones that had more to worry about. She didn't know what she would do if she had little kids to worry about. Evelyn probably would have lost her mind by now. Just the babies made her nervous. They were so fragile!

Sighing, she closed the door and pressed her back against it. She was finally here. Who ever would have thought that her, a small town girl gone city slicker, would be finally in England enjoying herself? And not only was she in England, she was living in England in an English house surrounded by real English people.

Okay, now she was just being horrible.

Fisting her hand against her mouth, she pushed back the laughter that was about to pour from her mouth. She couldn't believe that she was finally here! As she heard the car rumble out of the driveway, she finally allowed herself to feel the excitement that was bubbling out of her. With a happy shriek, she ran through the house.

Everything that she could touch, she placed her hands on. Her face was practically splitting with the smile on it. Breathing in the musty smell of the home, she couldn't make herself think that it was kind of gross that there was so much mold in the house. Who cared? She ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Her bedroom, which one would she sleep in?
Obviously one of the bedrooms was the children's room, and she couldn't make herself sleep in that kind of a room. Instead, she put herself right in the master bedroom, though it was smaller then she was used to. She didn't even mind that the bathroom was smaller then she was used to. She didn't even mind that the house was so small.

She was here, she was enjoying herself, and there was nothing that could take that away from her.

Still smiling, Evelyn unpacked. It was a tedious job, but there was only one suitcase, even though it was a large bag. Everything was eventually shoved into the right place, in drawers or in the miniscule closet. The house was a lot smaller then she had originally thought. For some reason the pictures they had sent seemed bigger. But perhaps it was just because there had been so much light in the pictures, and it was a rather gray day outside.

Evelyn could feel jet lag hitting her. It was past bedtime when she was from, and she would be happy to sleep at the moment. She looked outside, happy to see that the sun was just about to hit the horizon. At least she didn't have to feel guilty, as though she was not taking advantage of her situation.

Flopping on her back on the bed, she fell asleep almost immediately. If anyone had looked in the window, they would have burst out laughing. She was a short woman, but her limbs were extra long. At the moment they were spread around her as she clearly had fallen. Her red hair was a bird's nest on her head, and her makeup smudged. But had her eyes opened their blue would have startled the person looking in. Her best feature was her eyes, even though they were a little small. She had always had such beautiful blue eyes.

She woke before the sun rose, and Evelyn thought that she had never seen such a beautiful morning. She made herself some tea. She just couldn't make herself coffee when she was in England. They had such wonderful tea here! And she sat on the steps up to her house as the sun rose, sipping her peppermint tea. She was surprised when no other families started to get up. But she understood that it was the weekend.

Currently, she was right on the edge of a forest, and she was not going to let herself not take advantage of that fact. Evelyn had grown up on a farm in upper state New York, and she knew how to run around the woods. It would be a good start to her day.

With that thought in her mind, and the need to paint running through her, she grabbed a blanket to accompany her on her trip. She looked longingly at her bag, but knew that there was no way that she could bring her paints. Fifteen minutes was enough for a rough sketch, but she wouldn't be able to paint. Twisting her lips to the side as she thought, she then reached into the pocket of her winter jacket. She'd bring along her stress ball. The physical therapist had told her that it would be good for her to work her hand at least a little bit all day. She could do that while she did her yoga.

Smiling into the sun, she trekked through the forest. Evelyn couldn't be brought down this morning. She was in a good mood, and it was going to stay like that all day. After she had walked for about half an hour, she stopped in the middle of the woods by a stream. The bubbling would be like listening to her soothing music that she usually had playing when she was doing her yoga. But this time she would have real nature sounds going on behind her.

She spread the blanket out around her and plopped down onto it. For the time being, she would just enjoy herself. She crossed her legs and sipped her tea. It would have been a good idea for her to change before she decided to wander around in the woods, the thought finally crossed her mind. At the moment she was just in her tight yoga pants and a tank top. But it would do. Her socks were peaking out from her worn sneakers, but they were certainly comfortable.

Finally, she was able to set aside the tea. It was almost as though she was getting addicted to it. Scowling in mock anger at the teacup, she laughed as she set it aside. It would certainly be healthier to get addicted to tea. Raising her arms above her head, she slowly twisted side to side. Evelyn had gotten into yoga when she was very young. Her mother had always practiced it, saying that it was soothing for the soul.

Evelyn believed whole heartedly that it did.

She got so lost in her yoga that she missed the sound of breaking twigs around her. She continued to do her yoga, and if she had known how long the men behind her were watching her, well then she would have been more angry then words could describe. Instead, she was bent over with her butt sticking out into the air when someone finally cleared their throat.

She was so startled that she fell right onto her face. Flipping over, she blew her hair out of her eyes as she yelped out a quick, "Hello!"

She paused when she finally saw the men around her however. They were so dirty that she was certain if they had taken a step into the stream then their skin would have been a completely different color. The clothing that they wore were extremely dirty as well. And their hair… Her hands were itching to wash their hair and then give it the cut that they so obviously needed.

The man in the front of the group leered at her, his eyes lingering on her legs. It made her skin crawl. Grabbing the blanket from under her, Evelyn shrank back as she covered herself. She had never been overly conscious of her body. She had done a little nude modeling for money last year, and had never been very shy. But for some reason, she was unable to stop that sickly feeling that rose up in her body. It was as though someone had dumped worms onto her body.

They didn't say anything. The silence pounded into Evelyn's skull until she finally stood up, unable to help herself. "H-hello?"

A man in the back coughed, and his raspy voice catcalled to her.

"That's a compliment, angel."

Spinning to the right, Evelyn caught her first glimpse of the man that she hadn't realized was there. He was certainly even more strange looking then the rest of the men there. With his plaid pants tucked into boots, dirty coat, and pink scarf, he must have single handedly killed every fashionable person in the area. There were so many different styles on the man that it made Evelyn's head spin just looking at him.

"Oh." Looking in the direction that the man had cat called from, Evelyn added, "Thank you."

At the snickers of the group, Evelyn attempted to make some kind of escape plan in her head. There were at least six of them, and she wasn't likely to get away from that many men so easily. No one could run that fast. But there wasn't anyone behind her, and she could probably get through the stream a little faster then they could. She was lighter, and she had that to her advantage. Hopefully the few moments more they took getting through the stream would be enough for her to get a significant lead on them.

Slowly breathing in through her nose, she plastered a smile on her face. "How do you gentlemen do?"

The one leaning against the tree snorted. "Gentlemen? We've never been gentlemen, angel."

She wouldn't react. That was what they were looking for. They wanted some kind of reaction to them. That would only fuel them more than they already were.

Evelyn nodded. "Ah."

With a heave of strength, she tossed the blanket she was holding over the men that were in front of her. Let them get through that distraction first. Her body numb, she splashed through the stream in four great leaps, before tearing up the side of the hill. Every moment she could, she dodged behind a tree. For all she knew these men were carrying guns, and the last thing she needed was to get shot.

She could hear the beat of feet behind her, and Evelyn's breath rasped out of her lungs. She was so frightened, more than she had ever been in her life. Her heart beat a tempo that was certainly going to tear right out of her chest. The feet behind her were getting closer, and Evelyn just knew that she wasn't going to get out of this. But there was a tree limb fallen, and she was certain that she could fit under it, while these men couldn't.

She was going to hurt after doing this. Landing on her side, she slid underneath the tree limb, feeling her side bruising immediately. Evelyn hadn't thought about the branches underneath the tree however, and she screamed as a twig ripped through her other side. The pain was unimaginable, and she instinctively knew that she was going to need stitches.

Unable to move, she cried out more as she was pulled out front underneath the tree. Tears streaking her cheeks, she fell onto her knees when they let go of her. Her hands scrabbled at her side, desperately trying to hold her skin together. Her white shirt was already stained with blood down the side, and Evelyn was holding herself together so that she wouldn't faint.

The strange man, the one with the crazy hair and the pink scarf, yanked her head back by the hair. "Now what was that? How was that a plan to get away from us?"

Evelyn attempted to grin at him, however it came out as a grimace. There was blood smudged over her teeth since she had bitten her tongue on the fall. "Always seems to work in the movies."

He tsked at her, letting go of her hair sharply. "This is real life, angel."

Evelyn was certainly aware of that in this moment. Her life had suddenly crashed to hell, mostly because this crazy man was attempting to kidnap her. What if they raped her? Her heart almost stopped at the thought. These were bad men. Men that wouldn't blink if they were going to hurt her. And Evelyn couldn't imagine what tortures they would think up. Whimpering, she sank down fully onto the ground, her hands wrapped around her waist.

"So little witch, are you going to play that you're a muggle?"

Evelyn didn't know what that meant. However, she did know what he meant about witches. How he had learned that she was Wiccan, well she would never know. Her family had always been Wiccans, and they practice magic, but she didn't advertise it. People usually thought strangely of her family if she told them that. Coughing, she shook her head. "No, I'm a witch."

The man was surprised that she would have admitted it so easily. It seemed to be the trend lately that witches and wizards they caught would claim that they were muggles. Filthy traitors the lot of 'em. Scabior would never say that he was anything but what he as. Sure they were probably afraid of the treatment they'd get, and the eventual death that would follow. But that shouldn't have scared 'em so much. Scabior had always gotten off on a little pain. They didn't do anything that bad to the creatures. Other then killing them of course.

Leaning back to the girl, he pulled her hair so that she was looking at him again. Bollocks, she was getting white. "Stay with me girly." Kneeling next to her, he fingered her throat. Pale white, such a beautiful color. He cocked his head to the side. That throat would look good with his handprint on it, in violent purple. "Where's your wand witch?"

She shook her head, confusion clouding her eyes. "My grandmother was the last in my family to still use wands. I suppose my mother has her wand still." She winced as his hand tightened on her throat.

She wouldn't crack so easily. Scabior wasn't all that surprised. Any woman that was crazy enough to try to run from them would have lied out of her teeth to get what she wanted. Anyone would have. Standing, he straightened his jacket. Breath hissing out from between his teeth. Snapping his fingers, he watched as one of his men walked towards him with a list of names. "What's your name, Angel?"

Evelyn grimaced as he used the endearment again. She didn't think that she'd ever be able to hear someone call her angel again. The man was going to drive her crazy from fear. Already, she felt as though she couldn't breathe. With a hiccup, she answered him quietly. "Evelyn Jones."

"Jones, Jones, Jones." He dragged his finger down the page, searching for an Evelyn Jones. He grinned at her, his face a macabre joke of joy. "No Evelyn Jones is listed here. You're lying."

She shook her head, her fingers convulsing against her side. "I'm American. That could be why. I'm just here on a visit."

"Really?" He stooped so that he was level with her again, having given the list back to one of the men. "American you say? That would answer where that terrible accent came from." His fingers slid around her throat again, his nails digging into her skin. Even now he could see the half moon shapes marking her skin. In fascination, he dug his fingers in deeper. She moaned when blood welled up in the marks that he had made.

The sight of the blood almost made him moan. She was beautiful, all dirty and torn up and bleeding. When he had seen her for the first time, she'd nearly knocked him off his feet. He didn't know what she had been doing, but she was stretching her body in exactly the right way. "Angel, you are a strange one."

She shook her head violently. How had her vacation turned into a nightmare so quickly? She had just been here for one day. And the last thing that she wanted was to be kidnapped and raped and then killed. No one would even know for a month until her boss started getting worried. By then they would never find the killer. And then… Well and then this man would get away with it, and Evelyn just couldn't abide by that.

Her face twisted into a sneer as she stared up that man. "I'm staying in Godric's Hollow, if you'd be so kind as to bring me home." There wasn't any hurt in trying one more time. She was desperately hoping that this man would find in himself some resemblance of kindness.

"No can do, Angel. You're coming with me."

Godric's Hollow? Scabior snapped straight up. For a moment there he had thought that she was really just some tourist that happened to get into some trouble. It wouldn't have stopped him from marking her. He wanted desperately to see some kind of bruise on that long neck of hers. From him of course, he wouldn't allow anyone else to mark her like that.

It was a strange reaction from him, usually he wouldn't care. Women were for pleasure and then they were to throw aside. He didn't care about their feelings or even who they were as long as they gave up their wands before hand. This one though, this one he had a need to make sure everyone knew she was his. His. Strange feeling really, one that he would think about later.

Snapping his fingers, he grinned down at the girl as the rest of the men gathered around her. "Snatch her, boys."

The sound of the woman's, Evelyn's, scream was so sweet to his ears. She bucked and shouted at the top of her lungs. Remarkable really. Feisty little thing. He'd bet she was a biter. He grinned as one of his men shouted and pulled his hand from her, the skin between his thumb and forefinger bleeding. He'd been right.

Pulling a knife out of his pocket, he leaned against a tree and cleaned his nails off. "Someone knock her out and stop that infernal screaming."

Finally there was blissful silence. He heaved a suffering sigh and looked at his men. "Successful trip boys, back to camp."

There were seven loud Pops following the order, and then the forest settled back into quiet.

Mhmm. TADA. Part one. I'll be updating this every week, or as close to that as possible. Rate and Review! 3