Warning: Slash (male x male), R, master-slave/pet, dark, confusing plot, weird. TR/LV x HP, TR/LV x SS, HP x SS and more
Disclaimer: The characters belonged to J.K Rowling. I'm just a crazy fan who want to torture her favorite characters
Beta: Thank you Lady Shadow for beta-ing. Other mistakes are mine
Darkness by Thy Name
C & P by G.Arnet, 2003
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Void 00 :: Pierrot
The little puppet smiled behind its mask. In the shadow it danced back and forth; told the stories, of nightmare, of the Grimm's tales. Behind the sugar coated candies and honey dew and pop corn caramel, there were lessons, dark and cruel and bloody; from the elders to the wives to their daughters to their daughters' daughters, from Cassandra to the oracles of Delphi to conte de fées, where now legends and reality don't mix, where Myths failed Logic.
His face darkened as the puppet finished its tale, a long one, an epic of four parts, of the fall of Men. The puppet bowed to its sole audience and the wicked mask smile sweetly. Then he, the audience, laughed and laughed and laughed, oh so rich and heavy and powerful, crackling with magic, so dark, so pure black, laced with pain, embedded with sadness.
Ah, ah, it was expected, he knew, he saw, he was not blind, he was delusional. He stood up from his black velvet throne and step closer to his little puppet, still hanging, suspended in the air. His pale white hand reached for it and caressed the red and gold trim and the white laces. He caressed it lovingly from its feet and between its legs in slow, sensuous rhythmic, but it remained emotionless. He growled deeply but the puppet still smiled. Red eyes glimmering in the shadows of the low lit candles. He touched its mask lightly and enclosed his thumb and index finger around its throat, his eyes kept watching the green emeralds behind the white mask. He watched and was transfixed and was mesmerized by the intensity of his little puppet's green eyes.
He chuckled and the echoes soon faded into the background.
He squeezed a little harder and a little more. The first crack wasn't as satisfying as he thought it would be. His other hand caught it before it touched the ground. He tightened his grip on his little puppet but it slipped from his hand.
And the puppet fell.
TBC
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a/n: since the next chapters would be NC-17 graphic, the complete chapter 01 is already up in my site, lunenautique.net. For direct link to the story: lunenautique.net /poison /dark01 .htm (without the spaces). I will post now and then when there's no sex involve, but for update please refer to my weblog in the front page
a/n: please R&R ^^; I don't know where I'm goin with this plot