So this is my first story. Please bare with me on this haha. I might not be so good as some other ones, but I will try my best.
I let out a soft whine as something dug into the bottom of my foot. I sat down quickly on the dirty forest floor. Pressing against the tree as I hear the men close up. I close my eyes and will them to go away. Tired of running away
Finally, one of the men came towards me. His footsteps falling short a few feet ahead of me."We got him boys." I heard him snarl before swiftly hitting me in the back of the head. I groaned and let blackness envelope me.
I awoke to the sound of voices around me. They sounded like they were arguing. A few stood out to me. A woman's high pitched voiced, laced with madness. The other one, a man that sounded like he was almost a snake. Hissing out his words like a serpent going to strike. But lastly, another man's voice. This one sounded smooth. Like silk caressing my skin. I needed to see the face of this man. So, I willed my eyes to open.
"He's awake! He's awake!" Screeched the mad woman. I glanced up at her and internally gasped at her appearance. Her skin was milky white that contrasted sharply with her black unruly hair and black clothing. She had that glint in her eye that set me off. But she had a kind smile on her face.
"We see that Bella. Calm." Hissed out the snake like voice. I looked at him and cringed lightly. He had no nose, pale skin, and red slitted eyes. His black robes draping to floor. He indeed looked like a snake. But as he looked at me, I noted there was something in his eyes. No cruel, or gore, almost...like a father would his child.
"My Lord, what shall we do with him." Last but not least, he spoke. His silky voice glided into my ears. He had a slightly monotone voice, but you could tell that he could have emotion. Emotion that would light up his eyes and make his voice eight. I finally got to see him.
He had black, almost greasy hair. Pale skin and few wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. The man couldn't have been any older than 35, but he looked older than he should have. His eyes were plagued with sorrow, like a man that just turned a widow.
"We shall keep him here, with us." Said the snake. My eyes looked back at him and he did a quick smirk. But it was short lived. He went back to his passive face and stepped forward towards me. "Child, what is your name?" He almost whispered it. The two others took a step forward also, waiting for my response. I took one look at them all before quietly speaking.
"Damien Luce' Riddle." As I said this I hear the snake like man take a small intake of breath. I looked at them all and wondered why they all looked shocked. "Bella" had some sort of strange happiness in her eye and she looked at the man and bounced with her happiness. Quickly stepping forward and taking me into a hug. I gasped for breath and blinked my eyes.
"Ohh the Dark Lord's son!" Bella cackled and smiled widely at me. Pulling back away from me and petting my hair roughly. I winced a bit and tried to smile back. But I'm sure it came out only as a grimace. My eyes slowly turned to the other men. Noting there shocked expressions. However, when the dark haired man caught my stare, he went back to his passive expression and looked at the snake like man.
"Do you believe him, My Lord?" The snake glanced at him before he nodded. Slowly, he took a step closer to me. And while I'm sure my heart should have been beating with feel, I felt safe with him. He raised his hand, I flinched waiting for the blow to come. But it didn't. All he did was put his ice cold hand upon my cheek and stared at me.
"Yes Severus. He resembles his mother and me perfectly." Was this man, this snake like man, really my father? Did he really know my mother? The women that abandoned me and left me to fend for myself? And with that, I fainted.
I awoke, for the second time, in a bed. It was silent. But someone was whispering behind the door. I looked around the room. It had an almost regal feel to it. The large bed was downed in a dark green. The walls were white with few decorations. Only a couple of pictures of men and women. There was also a large vanity. It looked ancient, but the carving in the wood looked still fresh and cut cleanly. No chips. Slowly, I stood up. Walking to the door and pressing my ear against it. Slightly giddy as I heard the silky voice. But before I could listen any further, the door flung open. Making me fall flat on the ground.
"It is very rude to eavesdrop." The snake looked at me fondly, as though he wasn't really mad. I felt my cheeks heat up and I bit my lip. Getting up and straightening my back. My head barely coming up to their chests.
"I..I am sorry sir." I spoke. The snake smiled at me. His sharp teeth glinting in the artificial light. I felt myself smiling shyly back at him. My eyes looked over at the other man. Severus? He looked at me emotionless. And I deflated a bit at that. Did he not like me? Why not? He barely even knows me.
"It is fine Damien. And no need to call me sir. Now, I am sure I haven't properly introduce myself. My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. But my following refer to me as The Dark Lord, as you have probably heard." He looked over at the man. I bit my lip and wrung my hands together. Glancing up at him as I ask him quietly.
"A..are you my father?" My voice slightly shook. And I felt a lump slowly building in my throat. The Dark Lord, Tom, looked at me. Nodding slowly as his eyes filled with sorrow. I let out a shaky breath and wrapped my arms around him tightly. Closing my eyes tightly. "Why did you never tell me? Why did you never come and save me." I whimpered out. I heard the other man shift a bit. And I took a glance at him. He looked slightly uncomfortable.
"I have never known before a few months ago. I asked for a family tree and noticed you were on there. An heir. I was proud that there was someone to carry on my name. But your mother never told me you were born. I am sorry son, I will do my best to make it up to you." His hand gently carded through my thick hair. A few tears slipped out and I nodded.
"Were you the man that sent those people after me?" I felt him nod slowly. And I buried my face deeper into his chest.
"Yes, I needed to find you and meet you." I pulled back and looked up at him, smiling softly through my tears. He gently smiled back at me. Leaning forward and pressed his head against mine. What would have been a kiss to the head wasn't, he had no lips.
"I'm glad you did...dad." I whispered.