I'm putting this up early as a great lil cliffhanger for y'all. Enjoy XD


Chapter 9

Ginny stood beside the wall, a knife in one hand. Why was she doing this? The knife was so cold.


Tom felt the ice-cold knife in his hand. Quickly, he slit the end of her finger – a tiny incision, kinder than was warranted– blood dripping onto the floor. He wrote with her blood on the wall, feeling her weight around him like a heavy coat. When that was done, he took her to the next place. It was just as he'd remembered.


It was just as he'd told her.

The snake was engraved deeply in the side of the sink, slithering under her touch.


Slithering under his touch. Knowing that his time was limited, Tom parted her lips and gave the command.

"Open."

The high tone of her voice moved him. It was clear as a bell, cutting through the darkness he loved so very dear.

But what matter? There is no time to dwell on people who are soon to be a part of the past.


Ginny could see the dark gap in front of her. Dazed, she took a deep breath.

She jumped.