Title: The Heart's a Fickle Thing
Chapter 1: Escape
"You know you can't run," a sick and disturbing voice called after her, "Even if you could, you would have no where to go."
Faye Donovan turned slowly on her heel, her long black hair swished lightly like a rouge wave as it lapped against her extremely thin figure. She stared deep loathing daggers with her violently sharp blue eyes that would have pierced her fathers' soul if he had one.
"I am not your little puppet. You cannot and you will not control me anymore! I'm finished with you," Faye said as she drew her wand and pointed it steadily at the man who had destroyed all she knew. Her face was set and defiant; her pale skin only made her expression more prominent and powerful.
However, Rufus Donovan, a simply dressed, yet very elaborate male in his fifties could not be intimidated by a seventeen year old, let alone his daughter. He looked down at the wand with a placid grin, "Are you going to kill me?" he asked coolly, letting out a smooth yet cruel laugh. Faye felt a shiver run down her spine, but she remained calm, her hand clenched tighter around her only weapon.
Rufus made his way over to the table in the center of the room. They were in a musty old house that appeared to be decaying from the inside. The living room in which they were standing was dark; the raggedy curtains were shut tightly against the nighttime summer sky to keep unwanted eyes from peering in, if there were any. The lived out in the middle of nowhere, with more enchantments on their house than imaginable. The only thing that surrounded them were open green hills from the front, and woods around the rest. No one could find them unless they were suppose to.
"You are just like your mother," his eyes glinted with an unknown malice, "Making so much racket and never having the ability to go through with any of your stupid plans. You're weak, just like she was. Bless the Dark Lord she's gone."
Faye felt a rage growing within her body, her hand began to tremble. This only coaxed the man to continue, "You need discipline Faye. I thought you learned it, but this proves me wrong. The Dark Lord will not want you like this."
"He is NOT my Lord," Faye was now shaking because of the words spoken by the one who had made her life hell. Bringing her mother into it was one thing, but adding Voldemort was another.
Her father snorted at this, "He is, whether you like it or not. He chose you, and there is no way to escape him. Even if you kill me, he WILL find you."
"No!" Faye cracked, everything she had been taught, everything she had learned flew out the window at that moment. She was not even aware of what she was doing. "I will escape you; I will escape both of you! Crucio!"
Rufus Donovan cried in anguish. His body doubled over in pain. When the enormous amount of pain ceased he looked up slowly from his crumpled form on the floor and… and laughed. "Like father, like daughter, I'm proud."
Fury was burning inside her. It did not seem as if the curse was coming from her lips, "Crucio!"
Another shriek of pain. Faye stood motionless; she would not let the tears come. This was not the time. One thing her father did teach her was to never show any emotion, or if you must, never show anything but collectiveness towards your enemy.
"You plan to torture me a bit before you do me off? Clever girl. You're not as stupid as I always imagined. The Dark Lord will be pleased when he finds out. My passing will indeed be met with regret, but he will still be pleased. When he finds you, let him know that I lived to serve."
"Crucio!"
It took a few more minutes for him to speak, this time in a more pathetically weak tone: "Get it done with girl! You've had your fun," he glanced up at me. His expression seemed to instantly change from pain to amusement as a chuckle escaped his lips. "You're too afraid! I should have known. You've always been a worthless piece of shit!"
He grabbed onto the table next to him, and heaved himself up, and began to move towards her. Faye automatically stepped back. No one would come in to save her. From the outside, the house was deadly silent due to all the charms, not a soul could hear the ear-piercing screams from within.
"You almost fooled me," he said in a heavy tone, limping slightly as he made his way closer and closer, "but you're not ready. Maybe with a bit more time… yes. Imperio!"
"Protego!" Faye shouted quickly in defense. The Imperius Curse ricochet off the shield, smashing the wooden kitchen door. She would not let him get her. She wanted to be free; to smell free air; to escape!
Rufus Donovan howled menacingly, laughing at the beauty of the situation. "A spell worthy of your mother! That stupid mudblood, I was a fool in my younger days… I should have listened to all those sane souls around me saying she was nothing but a filthy, ugly excuse for a witch."
She looked once towards the thick metal door that led down to the basement. Her place of hell. She would not go back; she couldn't.
"I'm sorry Father… Avada Kadavra!"
Silence.
Faye moved quickly, gathering everything useful she could find. Money, clothes, food… someone would come. They always did to check up on things. If any of the Dark Lord's servants found her, it would be over. She would be locked away again, until it was time. She had to leave now!
She ran through the house, picking up what she needed, and shoving it forcefully into her trunk. She never looked down at the body lying motionless on the living room floor. Tears were rolling down her cheeks freely as she rushed around. She did not attempt to stop them, choosing to push all thoughts out of her head instead. Trying to cease them would only mean bringing on more. She had no time to cry.
A rustling was heard from outside. Faye halted in mid-step, her heart beat was racing. A slow knock came at the door. She felt dizzy, they were here. She raced to her trunk, and hurriedly shoved all the rest of the contents inside. They couldn't hear her, but they would not wait long before breaking the door down.
Another knock came, this time much heavier. They fiddled with the door knob to try to get entrance. She stood up after slamming the trunk closed, and pointed her wand at it, shrinking it so it could be placed easily into her pocket.
Someone was now hammering on the door, making it rattle in its frame. She ran. Through the kitchen and to the back door. As she opened it, she heard a smashing from behind her. She didn't hesitate, without looking back she ran from the house, not bothering to close the door, it would make too much noise. She heard a shout from within the house, they found the body. She felt the grass crunch beneath her feet as she was now sprinting for the woods, it took her only another few seconds before she entered the edge. She ducked behind a tree. But it was too late. They were shouting at her to stop. A spell grazed her left shoulder, forcing her to yelp in pain, but she didn't even glance at it. Ignoring the searing pain she closed her eyes tightly, trying to imagine a place to go.
A faint pop could be heard as she disappeared.