A/N: I joined the Connect the Death Eaters challenge a few months back and I want to give it a good try. This is a collection of drabbles and one-shots connecting the Death Eaters we know from the First Wizarding War. They are unrelated for the most part and I started a few outside of this collection, so I'll just continue.

Section I: Bellatrix Lestrange

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Greek Mythology Mega Prompt Challenge: Empousai – Write about a female murderer that isn't Bellatrix Lestrange

Chapter i: Alecto Carrow - There Can Be Only One

The woman twirled her wand in her stubby fingers, causing the crimson spell to burst forth and hit the sheep they were practicing on. The sheep let out a woeful bleat before it fell dead, blood seeping from its ears onto the hardwood floor. Bella scoffed from across the large training room. Anyone could torture a sheep to death. Bella had done much worse with less effort.

The the woman laughed along with her brother and the runt, sounding more like a dying hippogriff than anything else. Bella regarded her coldly. She was homely looking, wore little to no makeup, and carried herself in such a slouching and undignified manner. This girl didn't deserve to be here. This girl should get out and take her imbecilic brother with her. How could the Dark Lord think that she was worthy enough to be included among their ranks?

But then, she excused herself out of the room, slipping out of the nearby door but not noticing Bellatrix trailing behind her.

Some Death Eater. She doesn't even know she's being followed, Bellatrix thought as she shadowed the woman around the dark corner and into another hallway.

Once they were a good distance away from the main room, Bellatrix rushed the short woman and slammed her up against the wall, smiling at the woman's fearful expression. Ah, to fear is to respect.

"Hello Miss Carrow," Bellatrix said. "Where do you think you're going?"

The woman's eyes widened before she glared at the older woman. "I don't think it's any of your concern, Bellatrix."

"Anything that happens around here concerns me. Anything which concerns our Lord concerns me," Bellatrix said, leaning into the woman's face. Then, she looked around them and noticed something. "What are you doing in this corridor? You're not allowed here," Bellatrix shouted. This was the corridor which led to their master's private quarters whenever he oversaw their training.

Alecto's fearful look disappeared and she smirked at Bellatrix. "I had something important to say to our Lord, something I'm sure he'd like to hear from my own mouth."

Bellatrix drew her wand quickly and jabbed it into the woman's meaty neck. She said silkily, "You must be mistaken, Carrow. No one visits the Dark Lord in his private chambers under any circumstances."

The woman let out another wheezing laugh which grated on Bellatrix's ears. "You're not the only bloodthirsty female within the ranks anymore," she said, standing a bit straighter. "A lot has changed since you were gone, Bellatrix."

"I was waiting diligently for the Dark Lord's return, preaching his beliefs and-" Bellatrix began to defend.

"What could you have done to help him from the inside, Bella?" Alecto interrupted. "While you were wasting away in Azkaban, I was carrying out our Lord's bidding."

"You were cowering in your hovel like the filth you are!" Bellatrix snarled. "You never believed in him like I did. You never breathed the Dark Arts like I did. You will never be better than I am, Carrow!" she screamed, punctuating each sentence with another jab of her wand in the woman's flesh.

The woman swallowed thickly, eyeing the wand warily but she continued to speak, despite the fear that was seeping back into her body. "You're getting older, Bellatrix. The Dark Lord has a desire for new blood," she said, a slight implication in her tone.

Bellatrix's eyes crossed in rage. "The Dark Lord would never lie with someone as horrid and unappealing as you, Carrow."

The woman shrugged. "All men have urges, Bellatrix, and all men like what's new. It won't matter what I look like as long as I am willing."

Bellatrix stepped back from the woman, her chest heaving. Alecto smirked, thinking she had won. "You're losing your touch, Bellatrix," she jeered. "It's time to let go. It's time-"

The woman said nothing more as Bellatrix levelled her wand with her heart and shouted "Crucio!" with as much hatred and venom as she could muster.

Bellatrix felt a sick kind of joy as she watched the round woman thrash on the floor, her screams ripping from her throat. Her arms bent at odd angles as she took sharp painful breaths. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her screams soon turned into garbled noises.

Bellatrix stopped the spell and the woman's body fell still. Bellatrix wrinkled her nose in disgust as the sour smell of urine assaulted her nostrils. Her rapidly convulsing muscles must have caused her to relieve her bladder on the hallway floor. Bellatrix strode forward and bent down low to the woman's face. There was the slight tickle of breath on Bellatrix's skin letting her know she hadn't killed the woman. Her Lord still wouldn't want her dead.

Bellatrix whispered into woman's ear, "This is your first and only warning, Carrow." She spat on the woman's face before exiting the hallway and heading back to the training room.