A somewhat different love story
(Severus Snape/Clarabelle Sinistra)
This story is dedicated to the love of my life who has inspired me to write it, and taught me what true love is. He has shown me feeling I never thought I gad and changed me into a better person. This is for you, darling… Yours truly, Cristine.
She didn't understand. She never had. One day she had only eyes for him and nobody else, the next day she couldn't stand the sight of him. It was a rollercoaster of feelings, constantly changing, not only for the better. What were those strange illusions she felt deep inside lurking in the deepest part of her heart? Jealousy, warmth, betrayal, lust, hunger, obsession, hate or… Or love. Love is everything, yet nothing. To her it was the greatest thing she had ever felt and the worst pain as well. There wasn't a day that went by she didn't think about him. His tall and thin, masculine body structure, long black greasy hair, hollow black eyes and a small strict mouth with wrinkles on both sides. Mysterious and silent like a shadow in the night, creeping and luring in the darkness, hiding from the daylight he was as he spent his days in the dungeons. A man of importance, manner and elegance, filled with sarcasm and hate. A strange combination as that. Why did she fell as she did when he only spared her sarcastic comments and foul accusations?
Like a vampire's hunger for blood was her hunger for his touch. His icy cold skin and burning eyes of hell resting upon her soft and warm skin. White like snow was his skin, black as coal his hair, eyes and choice of clothes. His appearance was hardly attractive, except for his elegancy which shined through.. He was a demon, craving for power and command over other living creatures. The devil himself. The god of the underworld. A god! He could torture her and she'd love him for it. She worshiped him. God the all mighty vanished in his present like a fly crushed on the front window of a driving muggle car. Never had she meet a man of his age who consumed the same amount for knowledge and skills. He could read her mind easily, hadn't it been for his respect for his colleagues. She was weakened by his being, though she acted independent and strict, fooling not only him but herself too.
His face came clear before her eyes. The face of a thirty-seven year old man, pale and dark, emotionless and cold, with no sign of laughing wrinkles what so ever. Had he ever laughed she wondered, picturing him in her mind. For only a minute he staid before disappearing again, leaving only darkness behind. She opened her eyes. The room around her was blurry. She could see red and violet colors decorating the walls of what she called a bedroom. She rubbed her eyes softly, yawning, stretching and making groaning sounds. It was early in the morning. The clock by her bed showed 6 am. She rolled over on the side, gazing outwards the room. A desk stood by the main door with some drawings and star charts lying on top of it. The pink silk bedding was fresh cold because of the fresh morning air that streamed in from the window that was slightly opened. She pulled it up to underneath her head and gave a shimmering sound. A note lay on the morning table, next to a small brownish owl that howled happily. She smiled to the own, pattering in softly on the head before stretching out her hand and picking up the note. Her eyes fell on a small black creature sitting next to her bed. It was her cat, Venus. A small, yet intelligent cat with a few claws too much and a sharpened face like a Siamese. "Oh Venus, leave the poor owl alone." Her voice was soft and calm like the voice of a thirty-five year old woman. She turned her attention back to the note she held in her hand. It was marked with small black letters that read: Clarabelle Sinistra.
This story is based on my own love story, but it has only begun. More of my personal experiences will occur later in the story. This love story of mine is present, and so is the story of Severus Snape, if you hadn't already guessed, and Clarabelle Sinistra, the astronomy teacher, in my mind. Clarabelle, or Belle as I like to call her, will in time be given a special personality, who some of you might see yourselves in. Hope you enjoy it and future chapters. I'd be glad if you took time to review. This chapter is very short and hopefully the future chapters will be longer. Depends on my imagination and memory.