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The Search Is Over, A Kreacher/Regulus Black fic	By : blaisegellert Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As it turned out, it wasn't terribly difficult for Regulus to convince Dora to go to America for a time. As she prepared for their departure, Regulus wrote Kreacher a final time. This letter begged the elf for forgiveness and promised to do anything necessary to make it right. He begged Kreacher to write him back, and sent the letter off with the pigeon charm. It had had no more or less success than putting Mortis or Dora through the trouble, and was more expedient.
Two days after Regulus sent his letter, Dora was ready to leave. Kreacher had not replied, even though Regulus provided his address. Though he knew he would normally be interested in seeing a new place, he left with a heavy heart full of despondency and loss and most of all very much regret. As he stared out of the window of the Muggle aircraft into the night full of stars, Regulus silently grieved for all the could have beens and all the mistakes. Kreacher should be at his side. They should be experiencing this potential Muggle hell together.
Or better yet, if Regulus had somehow been wise enough never to have gotten involved with Voldemort in the first place, he and Kreacher could now be traveling the world together in wizarding style. Free, in love and happy. Their worst problem could've been avoiding the ridicule of wizarding society, but instead it was living through how Voldemort had torn apart the whole family.
Dora had hired a private jet so there was no one else on board with them other than the pilot. She gave him instructions to lock the plane once it had landed, leaving an extra key inside. This was because the flight would arrive in Orlando Florida where Dora's house was located, an hour after sunrise. The two would be left undisturbed in their coffins locked in the aircraft until sunset.
Regulus would have been more than reluctant to trust a Muggle to keep their unresponsive selves safe through the day, but the vampiric hypnotism ensured said Muggle had no choice. Mortis would be there to guard as well, and perhaps that was what truly reassured Regulus. As the day held Regulus paralyzed in its firm clutches he had dreadful daymares of Kreacher. The elf looked at him with anger and hate, claiming that Regulus had ruined his life and that now Kreacher would never be the same.
As a result, sleep hadn't improved Regulus's mood, and upon waking, his spirits were as low as ever. When he pushed back the lid of his coffin, the first sight that met his eyes was Mortis, neck deep in a box of mini cheese crackers. The black phoenix had orange cheese powder all over his head. Regulus chuckled, which garnered a curious glance from Dora.
"Ah. He likes the crackers I grabbed him. I thought he would."
"Orange cheese somehow doesn't seem very healthy...or legitimate," Regulus commented and Dora laughed.
"He's a phoenix so I really don't think it will kill him. A death phoenix to boot. And if it does happen to kill him, again phoenix, so he'll literally come right back!"
"Not funny," Regulus told her.
Her smile did not waver. "Oh I think it is."
Moving to the front of the aircraft she picked up the extra key from where the pilot had left it on his seat. After they exited, she relocked the craft. While Mortis and Regulus waited, she turned the key in to airport security where the pilot would pick it up later. When she rejoined Regulus, they went for dinner. Regulus had a business man who beat his daughter. When Regulus had drained his last drop of blood, he then relieved the man of his wallet full of money and his heavy gold watch.
He waited beside a night club for Dora to return from having her own meal. They rarely ate together because it was safer not to do so. It drew far less attention to hunt alone. Regulus didn't mind in the least for unlike him, Dora was more of a believer in survival of the fittest so was not as picky about who she ate. Her food didn't need to meet any particular moral criteria. That combined with the messy and literally bloody way Pandora enjoyed her food made Regulus more than willing not to dine together.
Regulus rather enjoyed the warm muggy climate of Florida. It gave him the feeling of a comforting embrace, as if the air itself wished to be soothing and friendly. The accents around him varied greatly, and they were all interesting in their way if a bit barbaric compared to the high class British tones to which his ears were accustomed. Idly he wondered what Kreacher would make of it all, and his emotions brutally and hastily punished him for the thought by twisting his heart into a spiral in his chest.
"Hey wanna come party with us, Pretty Boy?"
The question came from a tall willowy blonde girl in tight black pants and a bikini top. Her figure was lovely and her hair was cascading sunlight, but Regulus wasn't moved in the least. Normally the reason for this would've been, of course, because she was Muggle, but now it was because she was Muggle and she would never ever be Kreacher. The elf was the only one he wanted touching him ever and as that wasn't happening, he didn't need anything from anyone else. As none of this was her fault, he smiled at her, though.
"No thank you. I am only waiting on a friend and then we have somewhere to go."
She nodded slightly, giving him a disappointed look. "Alright then. Nice parrot!"
"Thank you," Regulus said, unable to hide a slight smirk of amusement at that. If only she knew she was actually looking at an extremely rare Death Phoenix that was hidden under illusion. Ah the things that likely went right over the heads of Muggles on a daily basis, he thought as he watched the girl walking into the club with three other girls.
Dora arrived soon after, and they went into the night club so she could call a cab to drive them to her house that was located just outside of the city. The ride was around fifteen minutes long and it was spent in silence as they sat together in the back seat. Regulus stared out of the window, taking in the city. The variety of architecture showed the general flavor of the melting pot that was America. The trees were of course vastly different than those in London and the air even smelled different. Regulus had to admit that it was all refreshing.
Refreshing wasn't going to mend his shattered soul, though. Dora's home was nice and spacious, airy with large open rooms and lots of glass. Wide tall glass windows and sliding glass doors in many of the rooms leading onto balconies.
"It's lovely, but there will be a lot of sun come morning," he commented, wondering why a vampire would choose a place full of so much light.
Dora's lips twisted up in dry amusement. "We won't be awake for that part, though. There is a nice dark seller. I have an extra coffin down there that you can use until yours arrives. I had it shipped."
"Oh..." Regulus hadn't even considered that. "That was very considerate of you. Thank you." He smiled sheepishly. "I think I'm still getting used to all this vampire business and all the extra accommodations it requires."
Dora smiled. "It's alright. That's only natural. It is a life change and you're truly adjusting far better than many and faster than most."
Regulus wished he could take the pleasure and pride in that fact that he would've had Kreacher been at his side. Grand personal achievements always meant a lot to him, but now it was only hollow. He lived to pay for his sins. He lived to atone. He would have wanted to die, but he knew he did not deserve the sweet release of death. Not after what he'd done. Mercy was too good for him. Kreacher even thought so, because he obviously wanted no part of their former friendship or of Regulus at all.
It was a few weeks later that Regulus at last found a release for his pain. He'd spent most of his nights shut away in Dora's house, staring out of one window or other at the night. Though Dora invited him to take in a concert or a play, he just didn't have the heart for it. It felt to much like pretending and he was just too broken for that. What was the use? He did eventually submit to watching the Muggle television with Dora out of politeness.
That was when he saw it. A rock band playing live on some sort of late show. That was when he decided that he really wanted...no needed to learn to play the guitar. It looked relatively simple, and if he could make it cry and scream like the guitarist in Fleetwood Mac had in that song So Afraid, perhaps it would make him feel better. If the guitar screamed and cried out his misery, perhaps it would ease up some inside of him.
When he voiced this interest to Dora,( the learning to play the guitar part, not the screaming and crying part,) she said there were music stores close by that not only sold any instrument he could want, but books on how to play them.
"Truly? That's amazing! I need all the books I can get. I will study them all until I can play as well as those bands on the Muggle radio!"
Laughing in pleasure at his rare show of excitement Dora promised to take him to a music store the very next evening. Regulus was excited and filled with anticipation. At last he would have a way to channel the constant pain.
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The Search Is Over, A Kreacher/Regulus Black fic