Puppy made his way back to the house where he'd left Master. He had two wands in his pocket and he hoped that the one for Parrot would work. At least Dove still had her original wand so he hadn't had to bother getting another one for her.
The green house they'd taken over blazed in the night with all of the lights except for the porch light on. There was an easy silencing ward around the place, probably the best that Dove could manage with her unfinished education.
When Puppy breached the ward, it was as though he'd stepped from silence into sound. Someone was screaming, a shrill sound that had long since lost all trace of intelligence or personality. As he pushed open the front door, the sound sputtered out and went silent.
He closed the door and walked toward the sound of voices. Master was quiet, but Puppy could clearly hear Parrot using her most authoritative voice. Dove's questions were softly worded.
The sitting room he stepped into was a scene of a horror. The horrid couch was splattered with a glistening layer of blood and viscera. There was a tiny kitten batting at some of the stains on the rug, leaving footprints everywhere.
It seemed as though Parrot and Dove had decided to play with the food. Their skin was lightly flushed from stolen life and excitement and even in demon-face they were beautiful.
Master must have seen the dismay on his face because he laughed. "I know you're hungry Puppy, but no worries. I sent out for delivery."
Puppy furrowed his brow. "What do you..."
The sound of the ward alarm being triggered made Master chortle and kick his heels. His eyes were bright with excitement. "They're here!" he caroled happily.
Being used as bait should have made Puppy frightened of what else Master might do, but really all he felt was Hunger. He wondered who had dared to follow him and how many Master would let him drain.
"Remember children, we're trying to build up our vampire army here," Master said. "We'll Turn the better ones to see how useful they'll be."
"What if they're awful?" Parrot cocked her head.
Master shrugged. "Fledges are easy to get rid of and there's always more out there."
Puppy didn't miss the warning inherent. Displeasing Master would never be the smartest action. He hadn't needed a special lesson to figure that out though.
He hoped his new brothers and sisters weren't going to be completely awful. He'd never had much fondness for the other Death Eaters, so to be trapped with them for hundreds of years... He didn't know if he could manage it if they didn't receive some kind of permanent attitude adjustment.
Which was a thought that put a rather obscene feeling smile on his face. Even from the inside he could tell that it was a horrifying expression.
If he were a good boy, maybe Master would let him be the one to recondition his old compatriots. Puppy would love to hear the screams.