A/N: Warning!

Barty's death is written more explicitly than the other murders I've written, so this is a quick warning.

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Emerlyn wasn't one of the merciful ones. 

Before, Barty could comprehend his given instruction. I raised my tone, furiousness, and violence flowing in my voice.

"Pick.that.up" I demanded, gritting my teeth. "and stab yourself!"

He impulsively gripped the dagger and spiked himself. The sharpness of the dagger pounding violently into the depths of his arm. His tears invited affliction. The edges of my lips curled into a sly smirk.

It was their misery and pain that pleased me greatly.

"Do it again," I commanded.

Barty unwillingly wrenched the cool-red colored dagger out of his flesh, with shrieks and screams exiting his lips. He repeated his action, but it wasn't violent enough for me. 

There was a blanket of nothing but thin, red blood covering Barty's stabbed arm and hand.

I took a step closer, clutching the dagger inside of him; painfully clasping out the dagger inside him and with the force, I had stored inside me, I smashed the dagger inside of his chest, with a jerk of blood flooding out in a jump. 

"That bitch deserved it!"

Those words thrived me to murder Barty in an extremely painful way. 

The dagger was already deep inside his flesh, he was still alive, breathing, and moving. I covered his mouth forcefully and twisted the dagger already inside him. His body showed suffering in nothing but agony.

I didn't stop this time.

An evil sinister monster inside me, that had cried for justice for years controlled me. Pulled and pushed the dagger in and out, finally murdering him with a slash on his throat. His body was quiet, still almost like a pale statue. 

I was soaked in blood. 

I remembered there was a sink located somewhere in the cottage and went on a search looking for the yellowish sink, till I found it. I washed the blood off, ripped the cloak off, destroyed the dagger, and returned to my original place.

The wedding.

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"Where the bloody hell were you, Emerlyn!" Draco's hands clapped against my shoulder, while Kiaran and Pansy revealed themselves behind me.

"I spotted someone suspicious, and began investigating it but I was wrong." I thought of the quickest lie I possibly could've.

My own lies stung me back with guilt. 

"Barty's gone missing." Draco swallowed a rough lump in his throat. 

"I'm afraid it's too late, sir.." commented Kiaran.

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There was a mob of people all gathered around the specific cottage, I had murdered Barty inside. No one had managed to break inside, and immediately Kiaran and Pansy began to separate the people away from the cottage. 

The Manor my parents were killed in wasn't much far from here either, and if Draco was able to get his hands on the Manor. There was a high chance, I would become a suspect. 

Then again, I didn't have much time left either. 

I wasn't going to let that happen at any cost.

If I had to lie, I would.

If I had to torture, I would.

If I had to kill, I would.

Draco opened the door of the cottage after enchanting a few spells, and a pool of blood met the grass beneath him. 

"Oh god.." he muttered underneath his breath. 

"That's brutal.." I replied, biting the inner piece of my lip.

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There was blood everywhere.

There were splashes of blood on the walls, on the abandoned cabinets of the cottage, and a flooding pool of blood attached to the wooden floors. The blood however had dried up.

Barty's body had become rotten.

Draco sat beside the pale body in regret. 

"Draco, you tried your best to protect Barty." I tried to swallow the lump of guilty away, but it was attached to me, stuck to me. 

What would Draco do if he figured out, who his wife was?

Just then Kiaran and Pansy entered, and both of them studied the bizarre conditions of Barty. His eyes were wide open, the iris attempting to speak but there were empty words.

The skin colors were nothing but pale, paler than Draco, paler than the moon. 

With dried blood patches decorating his face and his body. 

"This murderer has a fascination with daggers," Draco commented.

The tip of his brown wand glazed white bright light as he interrogated all of Barty's wounds with transparent gloves covering his hands.

"Emerlyn; also has a fascination with daggers." Pansy spat.

Draco quit what he was doing and stood up. 

My heart sank.

"Don't accuse my wife of such sinister things." Draco dangerously pointed his finger at Pansy. "Next time you do it, I will make sure you end up on the streets." Draco threatened. 

My heart felt heavy.

My stomach felt heavy.

Everything felt unreal.

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Kiaran was observing the cabinets, Pansy was somewhere outside, and Draco was investigating an abandoned toy box in hopes to find any clues with many neglected and rusted toys of mine, while I wrapped Barty's body. 

"Sir!" Exclaimed Kiaran, catching my attention. "I found something that may help."

"What is it?"

When I got a look at the evidence Kiaran found, my heartbeat practically came to an ultimate halt.

It was a picture of my parents. The polaroid was ripped but the faces were visible.

Draco held the polaroid examining it closely. "I've seen this lady somewhere."

Because the lady resembled me.

"I swear I've seen her somewhere."

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NEXT DAY AT THE DEPARTMENT.

The wound on my arm had changed colors, the wound beginning to seal itself but it came at a cost.

Pain and annoyance.

 Already in a fed-up mood, I wanted this day to just come to an end. This case was seriously going to be the death of me. Here, I had the contact anxiety of making sure, there was no solid evidence found. 

And there, in the public. They were countless amounts of people sharing their unwanted opinion on the 'red-cloaked killer'

I was interrupted by my thoughts when Kiaran walked in. His tie unfixed, his hair a mess and he seemed distressed.

"Kiaran, why are you late?" Inquired Draco, and Pansy lazily gazed at Kiaran uninterested.

"Sorry, sir-woke up late." 

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"Have you figured anything out about this photo?" Pansy questioned.

"No, perhaps we should disclose it to the public to get information about these people," Draco suggested, my heartbeat quickened. 

"No!" I impulsively reacted to which Draco slightly flinched. 

I immediately regretted saying that.

"I mean...we already have people trying to investigate the case themselves without any knowledge whatsoever, if we disclose this to the public; I know many people might claim to know something just so they can get their one-minute fame!" In a fit of nervousness, I blabbered whatever the hell could spill out of my mouth.

I took a breath. Everything would be fine.

"She's correct." Kiaran agreed.

"I think this brutal killer, is someone who works in this Department." Stated Pansy. "It makes sense!"

"From your description Draco, she's around our age, there are countless of women in this department around our age. She has excellent dueling skills, which matches an Auror, and most importantly, we haven't been able to get anywhere with this case."

"However, with the past cases. It never takes this long!"

Day by day, they were catching up.

Emerlyn wasn't going to retrieve this easily.

"Perhaps, this killer is here for some type of revenge." Draco began. "The way she kills just says it."

"No...I don't think she's here for revenge.." Kiaran interrupted. "Those men she has murdered are twice her age, what could the possible revenge be?"

A light bulb flickered in my head.

"Right, and all these three men have one thing in common," I spoke with confidence flowing in my tone. "Power and wealth."

"She must want some sort of power"  

It stung to deceive Draco, however, I had no choice. Keeping this risky identity of mine, safe had become my number one priority.

A priority I chose over Draco.

My perspective may have changed on Draco, but the goal on my agenda will always stay the same. It will stay the same, until the moment I murder Lucius Malfoy. 

My shells may have softened for Draco, but nothing else changed.

Nothing would ever change.

"There loads of theories, but no answers..." Draco's voice indicated ambition, frustration, rage.

All piled up in one cloud.

A/N: It's getting real messy.