She will be my prized possession. Locked away in a dark room for only me to touch. She may be tainted by the touch of another, but I can fix that. I will fix her and make her new again.
Cissy doesn't let me touch her anymore. She doesn't want to touch me. She says it's disgusting. This will show her. She will watch while I take what is rightfully mine. This will show her to deny me the taste of my own blood.
Foolish Cissy, thinking that Lucius loves her. He has never touched her the way that I have touched her. She has never felt the gentle touch of his finger tips upon her skin, caressing her beautiful porcelain white cheeks. Has he ever taken the time to feel her body – memorize every curve? No, he hasn't. I can see it in her eyes when she looks at me. Has he ever made her shudder with just a gentle brush of his lips against her neck? The answer is always no. She may act as if she loves his every touch, but that is far from the truth. He does not have anything that Cissy wants. I have it all. That is a power that lies with me.
I am the one that has always been, and will always be there for her. I am the one that loves her with such passion that it drives me wild. She told me today, in her bedroom as my hand snaked underneath her skirt, that what we were doing was wrong and we needed to stop. She had always been the one chosen to marry Lucius to keep the blood running through our families veins crystal clear with purity. And now that he has finally gotten his filthy little fingers on her she feels that she must stay loyal. Lucius, such a filthy man.
The way she says his name... it doesn't have the same feeling as when mine escapes her lips. Those lips...
He knows that he has something that I want and he flaunts it carelessly whenever I'm around. I hate him. He will writhe with pain, rolling around on the ground begging for mercy – mark my words. He will never come near my jewel again when I'm through. He hasn't learned not to touch what isn't his. I have to show him.
Cissy is devoted to him, such a stupid young girl. She only knows to do what she is told. She thinks she is going to be married and live a happily ever after. Does she not know that will never be possible as long as I'm around?
I know she wants me. I can feel her stare heavily upon me during our meals in the Great Hall. She doesn't think I can hear her looming in the shadows of the common room at night as I lounge on my favorite chair before the fire, my body longing for her touch. I know her too well. She can't hide these things from me. She is not strong enough.
I have noticed how weak her knees get when I run my nails across her skin. The way her breathing becomes labored as my chin rests on her shoulder, my head gently nuzzling against her own. Nobody will ever be able to match what I can do to her, the power I hold over her. I have caught her now and forever, and I will make her see that.
The thought of her being touched by another makes my stomach turn over and my heart ache.
I love her. She has betrayed me and she needs to be taught a lesson. When I'm through with her she will spit out his name in disgust every time she is forced to say it and she will feel sick every time she sees him. She will do just as I do – feel just as I feel. I'm the only one that's good enough for her. And she's the only one that is good enough for me.
She will learn her lesson and never make this mistake again, I am sure. Loyal as a dog, she is to me. When she sees what she has done, she will be mine again. I have her wrapped around my finger. And foolish me, I am wrapped around hers.
You will learn what it is to be loved, Cissy, for I am the only one that holds the power to love you and touch you in the way you need. And you will be shown what will happen if you ever hurt me in this way again.
