Something Wicked This Way Comes...
Prologue - The Night It All Began
"You understand everything?"
"Yes, I understand sir"
"Good, now you know what your doing?"
"Yes sir, I do..."
"You're not going to let me down...?"
"No sir, I promise..."
"Good, now...you will be followed"
"Yes sir. I know...the Malfoy child..."
"To make sure you do not fail..."
"I know sir, I won't fail...I will succeed..."
"Good...good...I am pleased. Now, go. Get ready to leave in the morning..."
"Yes sir, I will..."
Seria Riddle paced in her room, she wasn't sure what she was doing, and she didn't know if she was going to please the one man who was hard TO please. Sighing, the girl sat down on the musty smelling bed, how she hated it here, with the people downstairs. Seria sighed once more staring silently out the window. How could she possible do that? This year was going to be hard, she knew that, and the fact that she was going to be followed angered her more then anything.
'Doesn't he trust me?!' Of course not, why would he? Just because their related doesn't mean he trusts her, the nights he would yell at her about her mother and father. 'Just makes me hate him more and more...but I must do what I'm told...or I'm dead...' The last thing she wanted, was to join her parents, especially at such a young age 'When this is all over...I'll get away...and never return...I'll hide from him...I hate him!'
Lying down, Seria stared up at the black ceiling, this place was old, and every floorboard creaked with age, and held memories of her life. Looking only to be seventeen, the girl was different from the people here. She wasn't evil, vial and cruel, like the others that surrounded her, she actually hated the thought of killing people, but she had to do what she needed to do. To stay alive, to not be harmed, she knew how the other's felt about her, they didn't trust her. Can you blame them? Seria was kind, loved to help and she wasn't like them. Talented Witch she was, which scared the one man, who kept her chained here, who he wouldn't let out of his sight, or his followers sight. 'Uncle...why must you be like this...there was a time where you did love...did show compassion...right?' It was a far off dream of hers. To believe such an evil man could show love and compassion, and that maybe deep down, he did care for the girl.
"What am I thinking? Hell no. He doesn't care for me...he only needs me for his stupid plan..." Seria hissed under her breath, knowing fully well she was alone. His plan, his stupid plan to get that boy, the one he wants to get revenge on, he was famous everyone knew his name, around here when his name was spoken, everyone would cringe in pain and he would get angry. Seria sighed once more, having the feeling of sleep come over her, but did she really want to sleep?
Once she fell asleep than day would come, and she would have to wake up and then the plan would be in action. The thing that bothered her, was the fact she was the one who was going to be playing the main part of this plan, a plan she rather not be apart of. Turning on her side, she noticed a thin line of a silver light on the blacken floor. 'The moon's out...' Her eyes trailed to the curtain shut window, noticing just a small space where the light could seep in. 'In every place of darkness...there will always be a bit of light...'
But for her, Seria felt like there wouldn't be able to be a shred of light for her life. She lived with a cruel man who killed without thinking. He was her deep dark secret, and if anyone knew she was related to him, then she wouldn't be able to do what he told her to do. 'I must not fail...I can't let anything in my way...especially those friends of his...' Seria was briefed about everything, what was going to happen, what should happen, and if she fails. What was going to happen to her?
'This year...is going to be tough...I can't fail...' Seria valued her life more then anything, and the last thing she would want is to anger him, and get her self killed. 'Why I bother...I don't know...I don't have friends...I'm lonely...there's nothing for me to live for...' It was true, he cut her off of the rest of the world, and it was that whole he has to keep an eye on her.
Getting up from the bed Seria moved across the room, running a hand through her hair, stopping in front of the dirty mirror, blinking she stared at her reflection. She was thin but she did have some muscles since every now and again she would have to wrestle someone to get away from them, with shoulder length wavy deep red hair, with bright blue eyes that show many years of torture and pain. Wearing a t-shirt and jeans that seem way to baggy for her, shaking her head she turned away.
Walking back over to the bed, her eyes landed on a thin piece of wood that lay alone on the bedside table. Her wand, 12 inches, redwood with Unicorn hair as the core, she picked it up. Sitting down once again running her figures over the smooth wood. For the past six years this wand has been her only friend, and her enemy. With this wand, she was forced to practice spells that she never thought she'd ever practice.
Lying down on the bed, thoughts swirled around her head. What to do, what to think, what to say, how to act, how do this, how to do that. The plan went through her head, as she continued to lie there. No matter how many times she tried to find loopholes for her not to do this, her anger towards Him grew. How could he expect this of her? But of course, she didn't have a choice, she never had a choice.
"I hate him...God I hate him..." Whispering to herself, slowly her eyelids slowly fell over her eyes, cutting off the image of the gloomy room. One thought entered her mind as she fell asleep
Tomorrow it will all begin...