Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide.
I'll take it by your side.

8: 37 pm

He walked to the edge of the bridge and over looked the glassy lake. The moon was just visible between the trees, it appeared to be colder and darker then it actually was. The only heat that was present was that of a lit cigarette. He leaned against the metal gate and looked down. There were no street lamps for miles, but he could see his reflection. Tired and worn, his hair seemed to have faded to a dull murky black. He breathed in the deep sweet smell of tobacco and raised his sleeve. It seemed it was only yesterday he had gotten a conspicuous reminder of what and who he really was. There was a war, and not just any war. A cold blood shedding war, he knew what he had to do. He knew what he must face and who he must betray... But he couldn't do it.. Not now. He dropped the last of his cigarette into the lake. He watched the small ripples go by, how delicate they made her face look.

She stood for 5 minutes watching him from a distance, she only remembered half of what went on during that meeting. He was scared, and she knew it. She knew him since he was 15, how he talked about having power in the palm of his hand. But that's just what it was, talk. He had the power, but he chose not to use it. He was going soft, they all were. The war was dawning come tomorrow, she knew her task had to be quick. She couldn't risk being taken back to Azkaban for the second time. With a heavy sigh she walked up behind him and stared out over the water. How it took her back to that night some years back. Gaining more allegiance in her 6th year. She knew he would be the number one on her list. Of course the others she gathered were far older then she was. They turned out to be faithful... yet.. the young ones are always falling back on their excuses. She knew his excuses, and she also knew why he must keep to his mission... Far to many years on the other side. There's only so long someone can be a spy before they cross over.

He looked at her, her pale skin glistening in the moonlight. She knew, she always knew. He supposed it was her gift. Or lack of his mind power. He supposed she also knew what he had to do, and how much it will cost him and probably the lives of others. He knew who's life he had to take and why.. but how... That was the problem. It had to be quick.. quick but painful. He had to feel how much pain he caused him and others. How much people suffered throughout his control. But him.. a lonely stranger on a bridge in the company of a woman he probably would never see again.

She kept her eyes to his as he sighed and shook his head. It was going to be tonight. Tonight she had to. She wrapped her arm around his and stroked his hand. It irritated him to the death but he kept still. His hands gripped the bridge rail in anger... or fear. She couldn't tell. He looked in her direction, whether it was at her or something else, she couldn't see his eyes. But she could see his fear. She rested her head on his shoulder and nodded. Silently they agreed.


How was that? I figured this has to be kinda dark so I didn't use his name in hopes of it being kind of mysterious LOL or lack there of lol The girl has no name.. yet I might find a name for her soon. There will be dialogue but only little.. The song lyrics at the top of each new chaptor are from the song "Without you I'm Nothing" by Placebo and David Bowie (My fave song at the moment) and I figured it would be a good song with a sev. as the focal point.
Hope you like it!