I love you, I'll kill you
"Ill met by moonlight, proud Lucifer." A cool voice grabbed the attention of the aforementioned Lucifer, as he struggled against the binding spell. His eyes widened as two arrogant figures in tight black leather strode confidently over to where he lay.
Draco and Dracaina looked at their father. Their father!
"How?" The raspy voice of Lucius Malfoy broke the silence. "How could you do this to me?"
SMACK!
The imprint of a slap marked the creamy perfection of Lucius's skin as his daughter's hand returned to her side.
"You DARE to ask that? You DARE to ask us WHY?!?!" Draco's voice broke as his scream of rage echoed throughout the mansion. "Answer me!" he turned halfway, attempting to calm, as a ghastly smile came over the too-beautiful faces of the fallen angel twins.
"Very well. We shall tell you why. You hit us, cursed us, put us through mental and emotional hell. And we still loved you. You were our father. For all your flaws, you were our father."
Dracaina took over, slanted eyes flashing with unshed tears of fury. "We kept you on a pedestal, because we wanted you to love us. We tried to get perfect grades in everything, because we wanted you to love us. It's all we have ever wanted." She broke off, as her brother lifted his head, pale hair swirling. "Did you know we looked in the Mirror of Erised once, the mirror that shows your heart's desire? Can you guess what we saw?" He cocked his head, pale eyes glittering with something not exactly sane. "You know something Father, Weasley might be poor muggle-loving scum, and Potter might be an ass-licking teacher's pet, and Granger might be a pathetic little Mudblood, but either of us would trade the Malfoy name and everything that comes with it for one day in their lives. Just one day of knowing our parents loved us, one day of knowing we didn't have to be perfect."
"That's why you never loved us, you know." Dracaina chimed in. "Narcissa wasn't perfect enough to love. Neither was Draco. Neither am I. But you know what, dad? We don't need you to love us anymore. And we don't need to love you."
They simultaneously pulled out their favorite weapons, knives of flashing steel that exactly matched the glint of madness in their eyes. Those striking silver eyes, eyes that were not -quite- human. Walking closer to their petrified, very literally, father, the no longer children hissed words into his ears, words of love and patient, bitter hatred.
" We would have taken the Dark Mark, we would have been Voldemort's whores, we would have stood at your side and killed all who dared to make you frown, we would have bowed, we would even have given up our magic, we would have done it all if you had been proud of us. You didn't even need to love us, just said even once that you were proud of your only children. We would have loved you, if you'd let us." Dracaina pulled back and her brother turned away, as a single tear each of regret for innocence lost, for minds warped and twisted and broken, trailed down their perfect skin. The Silver Children had no bodily scars. All of theirs were carried on the inside.
"Avada Kedavra, you bloody bastard," left their mouths in a hiss as Draco and Dracaina Malfoy rammed the blades into the heart Lucius Malfoy did not have, over the dead body of their mother.