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Regulus woke up to a slight commotion down the hall. "Bloody hell,"
he mumbled, figuring it was Sirius in the house again. He'd reset the
wards but out of concern that Sirius might get drunk and blow up the
whole house if he couldn't get it, he'd set the wards to only allow
those with Black blood inside without his permission. That should
help in case Cissy showed up unexpectedly as well. He'd never leave
her out in the cold.
He rolled over to tell Hestia he was getting up and realized she was
gone. Apparently she was the one making the noise. He got out of bed
and pulled on a sweater as the Villa was a bit chilly. He'd need to
think of a ward for that as well later today. He wanted everything to
be perfect tonight because he was going to treat her to a wonderful
evening. He'd been planning it as he watched her fall asleep the
night before.
"Hestia?" he called out as he reached the hallway. "Flutterbye?" he
yelled down the hall. There was no reply, and although he knew it was
perfectly possible she'd gone out to get them something for breakfast
he couldn't shake the really bad feeling he got in his stomach. He
walked down the hall toward where he thought he'd heard a commotion.
When he saw the study his heart sank. There had been some sort of
struggle in here, and things were knocked around. He walked over to
the desk feeling like his world was totally and completely over. The
first thing he saw was Hestia's note. He read it, his heart
clinching. He had failed her. Just when he thought he couldn't
possibly feel worse he saw the kidnappers note. He read it only once,
shock setting in and his mind just sort of freezing up.
Then he saw the locket. He picked it up and opened it. Suddenly it
was as if her ghost was upon him, kissing him, and he knew for certain
she was dead. He'd felt the kiss of death. He looked at the picture
and sat down in the chair, spilling a tear but then focusing on the
wall. If she was dead then he'd just have to die as well... and
sitting here and dying the chair sounded good enough to him.