Sorry for the shortness of the chapters and spelling/grammar errors!
Prologe Part 1 -
The man poured himself a glass of gin. His gracefu, long, hands easily poured the liquid into the small glass.
He set down the bottle and pick-up the drink and stode over to the dark green, velvet chair beside the fireplace.
The man sighed and stared into the fire. He was handsome, with long white-blond hair and almost black eyes, he stood at a proud 6 feet.
Yes, Mister Abraxas Malfoy was handsome and very rich with a lovely wife, Margret, and son, Lucius. But he did not have the very thing he craved
the most. More then money, power or happiness it's self Abraxas wanted his lover (well ex-lover) to come back. She had left when he was forced
to marry Margret by his parents. His parents never approved of his lover, but Abraxas loved her more then air. Even if she could never
provide him with children or legally marry him. He didn't care, he simply loved her. But she said couldn't let herself ruin a marriage.
"It's too late for that, the marriage was ruined before it begun! I don't love her!" He had protested and almost begged (but of course,
he didn't beg Malfoy's never beg). But his lover wouldn't hear it and she left, leaving him with bittersweet memories and a
craving so deep he couldn't ignore it. It'd been 6 years since he had last seen her and 5 since Lucius was born. It'd been 6 years
too long without her. It'd been 6 years Abraxas drunk himself to sleep every night on gin or scotch. 5 years since he last slept
in the same bed as his wife. But tonight would be different. Abraxas could no longer take living on without his lover and he had drank
just enough. He smiled as he downed his drink in one gulp and threw the glass and a stack of books into the fire place, provoking the fire.
He stode over to the table his bottle of gin was on and grabbed it, he countinued over to his potion cabnet and grabbed
a draught of the living dead. He took a deep swig of the gin, finishing off the bottle and dropped it. The green bottle shattered on the hardwood
floor. He grinned as he held up the small vial, and he unplugged the stopper. He drank it in one glup and stumpled over to his green chair.
He watched the flames dance higher and higher, becoming unstopable and wild around him. Abraxes reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a
golden locket with his and his lover's names inscribed and their photo inside. The draught and the alchol were mixing violently inside him.
He let his arms fall lax, dropping the vial, shattering it, but still griping the lockets he let his head lean back and Abraxas began
slowly shutting his eyes, letting his final words out on his final breath. "Azza" he whispered and his eyes closed peacefully, a smile, not a smirk played on his lips, and then he knew no more,
just the firey light and warmth which surrounded him, consuming him just as his love for his
Azza did.
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Prologe Part 2 -
She was called upon by Abraxas's lawyer. Which is why she was riding in a carriage to Malfoy Manor.
Why? He died. The man she loved with everything she had was dead.
Dead. Gone. Like dust. She knew she would outlive him but he died too soon, too tragically. All because of her.
She couldn't stand him being married to another woman but she couldn't marry him herself. She couldn't stand
Abraxas's child's mother was another woman but she herself couldn't provide him with children. And what about age?
While he would grow old and die she would stay forever young and he would grow disgusted with himself for being with her.
But yet he killed himself, poisoned himself and then tried to burn down the house. Luckily, only his study was burnt.
The precious Malfoy Manor had survied. Along with that woman and Abraxas's child. Azza didn't hate her. Azza hated herself.
For not being fully human, for being half...vampire. Azza hated she could only brew potions, but not preform magic with a wand.
Azza hated she was reconized as a dark creature by the minstry and therefor could not marry a human. She could use her reserve
magic to bond or mate with a human but... it didn't feel right giving everything to a man she could never say was fully hers.
Azza hated being sterile. She hated she could never, ever be a mother. Because she was a "dark creature" and couldn't adopt.
Most of all Azza hated her parents, her silly mother for thinking having a half vampire child would make her family stronger,
she hated her father for seducing her human mother. She hated her father running away after she was born and her mother, driven
insane, dumped her in an orphanage. Azza hated she was the very last of a very old, respected pureblood family and she possed
great wealth and if she was fully human, Abraxas's parents would've been drooling to have her as a daughter-in-law. But she was
half-vampire, her beloved was forced to marry another, and Azza left to let her love live his life, but instead, her leaving
caused him to take his own life.
After the carrage came to a hault the driver helped Azza out. And she gazed in wonder at the manor that she had spent
so much time in. She then forced her face into stone as a house-elf guided her to the palor she had been in so many times.
Mostly everything was the same except for a few tacky items that Azza knew Margret had moved in with. She wrinkled her tiny
nose at the picture of Abraxas, Margret and Lucius which hung-over the fireplace. Abraxas was frowning, Margret was wearing some
awful pink-striped dress and Lucius looked uncomfortable. The painting wasn't even that well done either. Azza sighed as she gracefully
sat on the couch to wait for her hostess and the lawyer.
A house-elf had just finished pouring Azza tea when Margret and Mr. Burke had walked in. Margret took the seat opposite of her,
and scowled ungracefully. Azza just smiled, "Good Afternoon, Mrs. Malfoy. So sorry for your loss". Margret glared at her. Azza grinned.
Margret was probably more upset with she won't be able to go to any events for 6 months, have to wear black for a year, and she's have to
pay to have the study restored, then the fact her husband died. Azza took a sip of her coffee and Mr. Burke began the reading of the will as
young Lucius stode in like his father and sat next to his mother.
"If your reading this will it means I have died, probably from taking my
own life. This I do not regret, what I regret is have had to leave my son and my precious Azza alone. So it is too my Azza, my little rose,
I leave everything. Yes, Everything. My Manor, my fortune, and all my worldly possesons. She can have it all. I also bequithe to her the locket
I held as I died. I trust it's been removed and kept at the constable's. It is Azza's to remind her on fond memories.
Sorry, Lucius, my dear son who I truely loved and To my loving wife Margret: I'll see you in hell.
Sincerly,
Abraxas Malfoy"
The room was in an icey, stunned silence. You could almost see each though float around the room. This lasted a few akward moments
till Azza broke it, "Margret, You can have the manor and fortune and everything till Lucius is of age. I need none of it. I have my townhome
in London. I just ask you let me take what I want from this house and you give it all to Lucius." With that Azza rose and left the parlor for Abraxas's
study, a concerned house-elf hot on her trail.
The room was so familar it almost made her dizzy. She sidestepped the half of the ruined room and felt green glass crunch under her boot as she
made her way to the bookcase. She pulled her favorites from the selves. Remembering sitting by the fireplace in that very room, reading them and returning
them when she had to leave, no matter how many times Abraxas insisted she keep them. Now she could, because now they were hers. She easily found the pictures
of her and Abraxas he had hidden, and tucked them into the top book. She glanced around the room and stode out, house-elf still in tow to the bedroom.
She gave a half-smile as she could almost feel Margret's scrowl and glare from downstairs, as she passed the stairway. Azza walked into the bedroom as
though it where hers and made a bee-line for the jewerly box she fished the engagment ring that was hers till Abraxas's mother ripped it off her hand
and gave it to Margret. She pushed it on her left hand's ring finger. She smiled sadly at it, as tears welled up in her eyes. Azza cluched the pile
of books closer to her chest and made her way to the door. She walked gracefully down the stairs and saw Margret glaring at her and Lucius looking at
her in wonder. She walked over to Lucius and kissed him on the forehead whispering, "You father was a good man, I'm so, so sorry." Azza strightened up and
crutsied at Margret, "Thank you for the tea. Please take care of the house and Lucius well". Azza balanced the books as she adorned her overcoat and the
house-elf guided her out the door to the carriage. Azza then watched the house she knew and loved get smaller and smaller though the back window as she
rode away. It was only then she let the tears and pain and self-hatred consume her. She couldn't stay in that house any longer.
It reminded her too much of him.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review and if you have time please look at the outfit I picture Azza to be wearing, which I
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wears though out story. I will provide a link(s) to the chapter's outfit(s) at the end of each chapter, if your interested in my view of well, MY, character
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