Warnings: Violence and implied rape.
I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter seven:
"Weeks passed, her life was bleak and like in every story, her prince charming is going to play a big role in her life. After all, us men are the greatest race."
"Men the bigger race? Don't let mum hear you say that, Uncle Alek" the little girl scoffed and crossed her arms. Then, after a few seconds she squealed in excitement. "A prince charming!? Oh, how romantic!"
He chuckled a bit in amusement, leaning back on his chair, "Yes her prince charming; but let's just say that if t weren't for his outstanding wit he nearly wouldn't have made it."
August 6th 2020
She is sitting on her springy bed full of random drop of blood here and there. Upstairs, Lancelot was yelling loudly at someone in fluent Italian, throwing things and stomping around in his temper as he did so. Her worries increased all the more when the crashing and yelling turned up in volume, for she knew that things were not going to be looking good for her in the end. But instead of worrying about her very probable near future, she decided to think back on the weeks that the green eyed man had come to visit her. Her mind, focused on her latest memory of the intriguing man with a small, slightly worried, smile on her full lips.
'She had been hiding in her usual spot, a small, dark corner that hid her from view yet allowed her to see everyone without been spotted easily. The man entered the pub and his green eyes immediately found her. He shot her a warm smile and Merope gave a slight smile as she burrowed further into the darkness. The green eyed male gracefully stepped up besides her, still smiling as he did so.
The man then turned to face her and caressed her face softly with his long, graceful fingers. She couldn't help the blush of embarrassment and mortification that rose on her cheeks. He kept caressing her face until his fingers slowly, but surely, made their way to the pale column of her neck. A shiver ran down her spine. When his soft hands softly yet firmly grasped the back of her neck a violent shiver coursed through her, hands shaking, though she didn't know if it was from fright or something else. Nevertheless she closed her stunning eyes tight, expecting the worst.
When after a few minutes nothing happened, she slowly opened her eyes.
Only to come face to face with dark emerald eyes shining softly with something akin to pity. He had a sad smile on his lips as he looked at her. Her crimson eyes flashed slightly in anger but it was soon gone when the man gently grabbed her hand and placed it on her neck, where a delicate necklace was resting. With slowly widening eyes she looked down at it, only to notice that the delicate necklace bore a small silver and green snake at the end. She looked up quickly at the man, eyes still wide with wonder and shock, as her slightly trembling hand fingered the small snake.
The man simply smiled warmly and leant forward until their noses and foreheads were touching, their warm breath hitting their faces in a soft like breeze. He then laughed softly and said in a low voice that only she could hear:
"I just happen to ah, like you a lot…Only speak my name when you need me and it'll take you to where I am. Always."
She opened her mouth to say something but the man placed one silencing finger on her lips and the whispered something softly in her ear. Her eyes widened all the more when the man started to lean into her, closing the very little space that separated them and brushed his pale pink lips with hers, sending an electric shock through her body.
Slowly, reluctantly, the man leaned back, looking as if he were in a slight daze. After a few moments of silence, the man nodded sharply at her, turned on his heel and left. Leaving her looking at his retreating back.'
The young woman fleetingly wondered why the man left so suddenly after he had started that near kiss. Maybe it was her…she shook her head. Not wanting to think about it. Her pale fingers reached up to touch her soft lips and smiled slightly when she remembered the feeling of the man's lips on hers, no matter how fleeting it had been she still felt that odd shock that ran through her body.
The question of why had the man given her the beautiful necklace was still fresh in her mind, a week after the near kiss incident. As far as she knew, no one had given her something without wanting something in return and she wondered what, exactly, did the man wanted from her?
The thought somehow made her chest constrict in the weirdest of ways, making her frown in confusion. 'I must be getting sick, perhaps,' she thought. A small, dreamy sigh escaped her lips, Lancelot and his now silent screams long forgotten. He was so different from the type of person that usually spoke to her, so different that it shocked her.
Her train of thought was suddenly interrupter when the door of her small room slammed open, startling her out of her musing. In came a livid looking Lancelot and a smug looking Bianca. But before she could react or make a word, she was roughly pushed back.
Lancelot then started screaming insanely, his light blue eyes were alight with enraged hate and disdain as he did so. "You insolent bitch, good for nothing cunt! How dare you deny the wealthiest muggle sex! Do you know any idea of the trouble you're in!? We could've been rich by now if it weren't for your stupidity! And guess fucking what? Donatello is not here to save you this time!"
As he yelled, she tried to blend in with the wall that was harshly pressing in her back, her panic raising in an alarmingly fast rate with every passing second. The man, noticing this, seemed to lose the little bit of control he had left. And with an enraged yell, the man threw himself at the now panicking girl.
His fists smacked into her scarred flesh over and over again, breaking things, making black and blue bruises appear on her snow white skin and his sharp kicks to her torso made her ribs break; sending waves upon waves of pain through her small body. Blood soon coated her skin and his fingers and this seemingly angered him all the more.
Pain was like a thick fog of smoke in her brain, making it nearly impossible to think and feel; and among the punches, kicks, degrading yells and nearly delirious laughter a knife had joined the party and so did the excited roaming feminine hands.
Tears, sweat and lots of blood covered her small, prone form and the only thing she could think about was of how wonderful it would be to just disappear…to simply die. But dying somehow seemed wrong to her, something was telling her that she couldn't die just yet. It was nearly insane in the pain filled haze that was her brain. She wanted and out, to stop feeling, to simply go numb.
Anything!
Her tear filled eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling as they brutally damaged and used her as they pleased, not really caring if this were to be her last day on Earth. The fleeting thought of where Donatello could be crossed her mind but it was soon forgotten as another assault of unbearable pain that made her scream shot through her. She wondered also if she would even be able to say her goodbyes. It was not as if many people would miss her, but she had a few people she wanted to see, at least one last time.
Dear Donatello was one, going against his own friends to take care of her, her personal hero. Gustav, the weird old man that was always telling her stories of magical wars and the different kind of creatures that existed in the wizarding world. And then there was the green eyed man, gentle, intriguing and so full of interesting secrets to unravel. Too bad she wasn't going to be here anymore to actually know one of his secrets.
After what felt like long agonizing hours of pure fire running through her, the two demons left her alone. A small, breathy sigh of relief escaped her lips, making her eyes water when her ribs protested. For long, slow passing, minutes she simply stared at the ceiling, repeating mentally 'it's over, it's over, it's over' like a mantra in her brain. Hours passed like that, and it took a few more minutes for her overwhelmed brain to come up with a solution, an idea that would at least allow her to say her goodbyes to at least one of the three persons.
A slow, bloody smile stretched her lips and with a bruised, shaking hand she reached for the necklace that was on her neck. With her thumb, she slowly, languidly caressed the smooth surface of the little silver snake hoping that the man had not lied to her when he'd said that it'll take her to him in case she needed him.
Finally, with a random bout of courage, she grasped the snake as firmly as she could in her hand and whispered the name she could hear echoing in her dreams at night:
"S-Salazar Slytherin."
As soon as the name had slipped by her lips, an uncomfortable tug at the back of her navel was the last thing she felt before her word turned into a mesh of color and then finally, black.
A/N: Relatively short...once again. Nevertheless, I hope you like it. So, SO!? Did you see that coming? Did you, did you!? (Don't answer that, Sweet Bitter Life, cuz you knew who he was. xDD) Next chappie is dones~ So, I am going to start on chapter nine and ten and when those two are ready, I shall post. :33 Thanks for reading this and following this story, I appreciate it.
I don't know why but I find Merope's life to be slightly similar to Harry's...in a weird way. Huh, maybe it is me. No matter. Thanks once again. And happy Easter!
Oh, want an awesome Harry Potter to read? That is, if you don't mind a dark Harry and LV/HP slash, that is. It is called The Black Heir I forgot the name of the author...But hey, it is in my favorite's list. You should really go read it if you haven't! Woohoo! And the sequel too, once you finish that, Vindico Atrum... .HOOKED! HOOKED I SAY!
