Tom awoke the sheets of his bed twisted around his body,dripping in cold sweat, pain lingering from his chest to his arm and face and back to where the stone lay against the bare skin of his chest. He brought a hand to his face and felt that it was damp and cold on his brow. Tom had never remembered having a bad dream before; he had never remembered any sort of dream, in fact. But this dream was defiantly something horrible. Tom felt the stone grow cold on his chest; he pulled it off immediately to have a good look at it. In some way or another Tom felt that the pain and the dream were a message. Magic had a way of weaving itself into you and the stone had worked its magic into him, he could now feel her, and he supposed it worked in reverse. Tom had felt the pain growing for weeks and had begun to worry. Sirena was in trouble,that fact was obvious enough. Tom gripped his sheet and growled his eyes began to swirl with anger the color changing from the poisonous green they normally were to the color of fresh blood. Tom turned the side table lamp on and pulled out the letter he had received from Sirena earlier in the week. He had read the letter over and over, so many times, in fact, that the folds in the paper were worn. He had looked through the letter looking for a sign of what the stone was telling him, but it contained no plea for help just I love you and take care, the same thing that came in all her letters. Tom closed his eyes and thought. Perhaps he was being paranoid and he did have bigger plans. Tom had been planning it for years and now it was all going to come together. Could he really let a his feelings for this girl get in the way of his plan? Didn't he say he would protect her? Hadn't he told her he felt something for her? If she was in trouble and was trying to contact him could he ignore it? Would he ignore it?
The tall, thin frame of Tom Riddle stood on the corner of the cold empty street, his large black overcoat doing little to keep the rushing cold wind from his bones. He spotted the house he wanted and made quick work to close the space between himself and it. The house was small and too normal for Tom's liking. He couldn't believe that anyone magical, let alone his Sirena, lived there. The paint was peeling from its shingles and the yard was clear of any flowers or grass.Tom walked up the creaking steps, his polished black shoes making the steps seem even more decreped. Tom brought his knuckles to the door and rapped softly. He stood awhile the wind his only company. He almost thought they hadn't heard him when the door creaked open.
"Hello?" The soft, floating voice of Sirena Sterling drifted to his ears. She looked out the inch or so of door she had opened to see the calm smooth features of Tom Riddle.
"Tom!" She uttered his name softly, the delicate curls of her soft chocolate hair placed purposefully on the left side of her face.
"I thought perhaps I would come to visit." He smiled his heart filled once more with the melodic sound of her voice. She opened the door a bit more and slipped out closing it silently behind her.
"I..." Her eyes were cast to the ground in a passive manner. He brought a hand to the left side of her face to move the hair and lift her chin. She took in air sharply as if in pain. He recoiled his hand quickly.
"Sirena?" He questioned moving to shift the hair from her face. She tried to pull away but was pinned against the door and trapped. He ran his hand through the soft curls relishing in the touch and feel of the curls beneath his fingers and gasped as he found what she has been hiding. Large livid bruises covered her face and continued down her collar. Tom's eyes quickly turned to warm blood and he turned away from her, his fists curled in anger. He felt a searing rage fill him as he tried in vain to keep his temper.
"The muggle did this to you?" She cast her eyes to the ground nodding slowly her hair no longer bouncing on her shoulders as it usually did. He growled and gritted his teeth, his jaw creaking from the pressure.
"How long? Since you first came to school? Since he found out you were magical?" He grabbed her upper arms roughly and held her to the door. He felt her sob suddenly and grow weak in his hands. He knew he shouldn't, but the feeling of power, the feeling of her weak beneath his touch right now was something he relished. It was wrong and Tom knew it. He slowly brought her into the shelter of his arms to lean against his chest and let her sob, still burning with anger. The power of touch was something Tom knew too well. He knew of its ability to cause pain and agony, Tom had never held anyone and had never been held he had no idea of the power of touch in this situation. As the stone against his chest grew warm and loving he knew it made her better to be held so he wrapped her tighter in the embrace.
"He won't ever hurt you again, no one will." The rage in Tom's eyes subsided and he pulled her away from his chest.
"I can't leave, Tom." She whispered, titling her head up to look at him. The curls of her hair casually falling back over the bruised side of her face.
"Why not? Don't tell me you WANT to stay? " He growled letting his hands fall and hold tightly to her shoulders, she winced slightly.
"He needs me, Tom." She muttered under her breath, fear filling her voice, which once hung beautifully in his ears.
"NO Sirena, I need you. I will not let you stay. HE only needs you so he has someone to hurt, he will never hurt you again, mark my words." Tom suddenly lifted Sirena from her feet and began to walk away with her, she put a hand against his chest, trying to push him away to make him stop, to no avail.
"Tom, no, put me down. I have to go back. He'll hurt us." She sobbed into shoulder but he didn't hear her, his mind was on the much more important matter of revenge.
The tall, thin frame of Tom Riddle stood on the corner of the cold empty street, his large black overcoat doing little to keep the rushing cold wind from his bones. He spotted the house he wanted and made quick work to close the space between himself and it. The house was small and too normal for Tom's liking. He couldn't believe that anyone magical, let alone his Sirena, lived there. The paint was peeling from its shingles and the yard was clear of any flowers or grass.Tom walked up the creaking steps, his polished black shoes making the steps seem even more decreped. Tom brought his knuckles to the door and rapped softly. He stood awhile the wind his only company. He almost thought they hadn't heard him when the door creaked open.
"Hello?" The soft, floating voice of Sirena Sterling drifted to his ears. She looked out the inch or so of door she had opened to see the calm smooth features of Tom Riddle.
"Tom!" She uttered his name softly, the delicate curls of her soft chocolate hair placed purposefully on the left side of her face.
"I thought perhaps I would come to visit." He smiled his heart filled once more with the melodic sound of her voice. She opened the door a bit more and slipped out closing it silently behind her.
"I..." Her eyes were cast to the ground in a passive manner. He brought a hand to the left side of her face to move the hair and lift her chin. She took in air sharply as if in pain. He recoiled his hand quickly.
"Sirena?" He questioned moving to shift the hair from her face. She tried to pull away but was pinned against the door and trapped. He ran his hand through the soft curls relishing in the touch and feel of the curls beneath his fingers and gasped as he found what she has been hiding. Large livid bruises covered her face and continued down her collar. Tom's eyes quickly turned to warm blood and he turned away from her, his fists curled in anger. He felt a searing rage fill him as he tried in vain to keep his temper.
"The muggle did this to you?" She cast her eyes to the ground nodding slowly her hair no longer bouncing on her shoulders as it usually did. He growled and gritted his teeth, his jaw creaking from the pressure.
"How long? Since you first came to school? Since he found out you were magical?" He grabbed her upper arms roughly and held her to the door. He felt her sob suddenly and grow weak in his hands. He knew he shouldn't, but the feeling of power, the feeling of her weak beneath his touch right now was something he relished. It was wrong and Tom knew it. He slowly brought her into the shelter of his arms to lean against his chest and let her sob, still burning with anger. The power of touch was something Tom knew too well. He knew of its ability to cause pain and agony, Tom had never held anyone and had never been held he had no idea of the power of touch in this situation. As the stone against his chest grew warm and loving he knew it made her better to be held so he wrapped her tighter in the embrace.
"He won't ever hurt you again, no one will." The rage in Tom's eyes subsided and he pulled her away from his chest.
"I can't leave, Tom." She whispered, titling her head up to look at him. The curls of her hair casually falling back over the bruised side of her face.
"Why not? Don't tell me you WANT to stay? " He growled letting his hands fall and hold tightly to her shoulders, she winced slightly.
"He needs me, Tom." She muttered under her breath, fear filling her voice, which once hung beautifully in his ears.
"NO Sirena, I need you. I will not let you stay. HE only needs you so he has someone to hurt, he will never hurt you again, mark my words." Tom suddenly lifted Sirena from her feet and began to walk away with her, she put a hand against his chest, trying to push him away to make him stop, to no avail.
"Tom, no, put me down. I have to go back. He'll hurt us." She sobbed into shoulder but he didn't hear her, his mind was on the much more important matter of revenge.
