Title: Poisoned Kisses
By: Born of Starlight, AKA "Fox"
Written: 28.Apr.06
Time: About ten minutes, 11:17 PM
Words: 412
Black, draping robes hung from her shoulders and whirled about her as she walked toward him. She had graduated mere months before, but already she knew where her loyalties would eternally lie. That dark, cloying power of his called to her very blood.
She knelt in one swift movement. The silken darkness of her robes billowed upward as she sank to the earth, forming thunderous shapes about her form. She was a mistress of theatrics, and knew only too well how to put such skills -- among others -- to perfect use.
And the Dark Lord was impressed.
Long, delicate fingers lifted her chin, and she looked at last into the face of the man her parents had raised her to admire, and to worship. Eyes of glowing mahogany met her own vivid hazel. Hidden darkness seeped from his irises.
She embraced it.
"You will do."
The shadows in his tenor voice sang to her own shadows, calling her to join him.
"I am yours eternally, My Lord," she whispered.
His gentle fingers moved from chin to arm, lifting the left wrist to his waist. Warm circles of power stroked her skin, sending shivers up her spine. Slowly, sensuously, the serpentine man pushed her sleeve up past her elbow, revealing pale skin. Raising her arm higher yet, he bent and placed a soft caressing kiss upon her forearm.
In that moment, she knew something was wrong.
Darkness and power go hand in hand. But poison only kills. This man was a dark poison with half his soul already in hell. The other half was simply biding its time.
It had started as glorious, but then the poison crept into her blood, tainting her. With that kiss, she'd felt the manacles fall into place. Her pure blood felt spoiled in her veins, rotting and disgusting. Had she fallen so low as to allow herself to become a slave?
But her parents had agreed with this man's ethics and ruthlessness for as long as she could remember. They couldn't possibly be wrong about something this life-changing.
She knew she was lying to herself.
It had taken place between the space of two heartbeats, but the pain seemed to stretch for all eternity, just as she had vowed to serve him.
When he pulled away, when it was finished, his mark was branded into her flesh. It was a permanent stain placed where she could glance down and forever see the symbol of her own idiocy.
The End
The things my muses come up with...sheesh. Anyway, I wrote this forever ago, but I have finally gotten around to posting it! This is...not any Death Eater in particular. Just a random young woman, making the biggest mistake of her life. I had thoughts of continuing this...but I'm not sure. I suppose I'll wait for reader opinion. Should I, or should I not write more along these lines? (I've little better to do. Just my novel I'm writing, and I set aside four to eight hours a day for that. My entire evenings are free, so...) Anywho, much lobve from here in Taiwan!