Sanguinolentus- Blood stained

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"You're the one I've chosen." He hissed, his mouth inches away from Draco's ear. Voldemort. After Dumbledore's death he had been sneaking in the castle. The teachers continued to teach, different teachers... darker teachers. None of the old ones has remained save for few who had joined his side. All students were made to stay under pain of death. Harry Potter and all his friends had even been forced to stay. But they were planning something. Voldemort would deal with them eventually. But first and foremost- his heir.
"Why my lord? Why me?" Draco's eyes were wide with fear but he certainly did try to hide it well enough. Voldemort hissed, then paused.
"I suppose you do have right to know. Your father..." He inhaled, a sharp deep sound. "needs to be punished. As he's too old... I figured his first born would do quite nicely. His pride and joy!" His laugh made Draco rear back, the pungent breath hitting his face in sickening waves. He tried to hide his disgust. "Plus..." Voldemort's eyes flashed. "You're perfect. You're strong... young..." He was leaning closer in to the small Death Eater. Closer...

He straightened himself, fixing his onyx robes. "Well... that will all come soon enough. We have to prepare you. It'll take a while for the potion to take full effect. Until then... let's keep you ready for it, shall we?"
"What... what are you going to... to do?" Voldemort laughed.
"Aren't you excited? This is your big chance to prove your loyalty to me."

Silence resonated throughout the room, glassy eyes meeting the deep steel of Draco's. He sat on his bed, shaking.
"I- y-yes..." He choked out. "Yes my lord..." His head drooped down, hair falling over his eyes. A tear ran down his cheek, the droplet cascading down...

"Are you crying boy! Never show your weakness to me!" He shouted, anger making the room seem to quake. "Crucio!" Draco slumped onto the ground, his body twisting and writhing in pain. He screamed, his head on fire, eyes bulging. His muscles shook, a tearing sensation running throughout his entire being. His world split, stones raining down upon him, fire in his eyes and pikes through his stomach. He screamed and screamed until he coughed up blood, shaking and twitching, he lay in his pain. Voldemort tucked away his wand. The pain subsided. Draco lay still.

"Drink this."
He drank. It was too late to stop by the time he realized just what it was. The potion was thick and hot in his throat and the effects were felt immediately. The pain returned and his skin twisted miserably. He shrieked, back arching and legs twisting below him as he lay on the ground. He twisted his head side to side, shaking off the pain as it hit him in strong waves. It was too much- he kneeled, retching, and collapsed back onto the floor. His stomach still had the sensation of being on fire, burning all throughout. He heard a tsk tsk, cold and unyielding.
"You didn't swallow your medicine. We shall try until you can keep it down I suppose."

Ten.

Ten tries before he swallowed, blacking out in pain too intense to bear. It was a but a few hours until he woke, his tomb of darkness preferred to this new reality.

Draco lay on his back on the bed. He coughed gently, blood filling his mouth as he did. His eyes were glazed over, hair mussed. His nails were torn from ripping into the carpet, palms ripped open from clenching his fists. Red. Red every where. His stomach churned and he felt another convulsion. He remembered Voldemort's words before he left his bedroom.

"One month of this before I can see you again. Then you shall be my vessel and with you... perfection." His hand had been on Draco's chin, holding up his blood-soaked face. "Until then." Draco didn't know how he remembered it or even what time of day it was. It felt as though he'd been out for hours. But it could've been days... weeks...

If only fate were that kind.

Another wave hit him, racking his body with pain so strong it brought tears to his eyes. He curled into a ball and felt the lump in his throat rise. Bile and blood swam in his mouth and he coughed, the jerks sparking new agonies.

Draco blacked out then, only waking hours later to strong pains running along his body, then blacking out once more. He woke, enough to fill in a distant thought...

It will be this way, a constant pain, for one entire month. His hands clenched the blankets, trying to bear the pain. But it was too much. He passed into darkness once more.