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Bowie felt tears prick the back of her eyes. Gulping, she harshly clamped her teeth down on her tongue to keep from screaming bloody murder. She had been forced into a dingy, dusty, dirty gothic home to match the exterior. She was currently being tortured by her half-brother. She didn't dare pull on the chains in his presence.
"Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, you are quite dimwitted," Rome said, clucking his tongue. He had black gloves, cover his hands. He liked torturing the old fashioned way. "'Specially for a Ravenclaw."
Bowie held back a snide remark. She had bruises forming on her abdomen from where he'd ripped her Ravenclaw ensembled shirt. "Roman, how can you do such a thing to me?"
Rome lightly cackled, licking his dry lips. He held up a razor blade for her to see. "Simple: I love you in pain. It gives me this sort of pleasure. Can you imagine?"
Bowie wanted to go home, but where was home? All she could think of was her friends at Hogwarts, wondering if they missed her. "Next, you'll inform me of working with the Malfoy clan."
"Ah," Rome licked the razor, giggling. He placed the blade under her chin, forcing her eyes to lock with his. "So, my little Ravenclaw does withhold some wit."
Bowie shuddered in revolt at his words. "I am not your anything!"
Tutting, Rome wondered if he should tell his lunch a story before finishing her off. He did fancy the corpse of his victims more when they couldn't breathe. "You are. Would you like to hear a story?"
Bowie thought about it for a second. She needed more time to get from her new prison. "What story?"
"One of The Frost Mysteries, of course!" Rome happily put away the razor blade. He picked up the book, having confiscated it from the troubled teen.
Bowie eagerly nodded. "Oh, please do." Contrary to one might think, she did need knowledge of her family tree. Maybe, it would help her to escape.
Rome conjured up a stool, sitting down on it.
Bowie had some scratches on her stomach, face and, slight ripped jeans from attempting to fight Rome when he brought her to the manor. She disliked her current state of mind, believing she was as worthless as he claimed. She tried to fight the darkness invading her mind, heart and, soul. Did she belong way down below?
"Well, the story goes…" Rome cleared his throat, capturing her attention once he dived into the full history of it all.
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"Freya, I won't argue with you my beloved." Said a soft velvet voice, belonging to a tall male with bright green eyes. He had sandy brown hair, sticking up all over the place.
Freya glanced down at her baby bump. A fright had come into their lives. "I won't give our child to the darkest of them all."
The man nodded, carefully watching the raven haired beauty.
Freya was a naturally tan woman of five foot three. Her eyes were a vibrant green, and she swore to forever protect her children. Sadness overwhelmed the woman of five months.
"Our daughter will have a legacy to uphold. He may not come for her." The man attempted to calm the thoughtful woman.
"Tristan, I don't know what to do. We may not have a choice in this matter." Freya felt her tears overflow. Her husband kissed the top of her head, bringing her in for a comforting hug.
"Ahem, ahem, I have a solution, dear daughter." announced a new voice in the mix. A man with gold eyes, flaming blue hair, and a depressing aurora suddenly appeared. He did it by the lick of blue flames.
Freya moved from the embrace of her husband. She jabbed a finger into her father's chest. "This is your fault! How dare you promise my child to the dark lord!"
Tristan knew where the argument was headed. "Hades, why come to antagonize us? Shouldn't you be awaiting new souls?"
"I've come to give you a suggestion to save my future granddaughter. I didn't sell her away for power. I promised her to the dark lord for your safety. The things we'll do for our children. I have a way around this ordeal." Hades explained: genuine and honest.
"Leave HADES!" Tristan barked, his bare hands freezing over with frost. He was prepared to cover the God of the underworld in snow. "Family has never been important to you!"
Hades sighed. His hair never did stop burning. He looked young for someone who should be older than time itself.
Freya wanted to hear her father out. She didn't always hate him, but sometimes-the god made it impossible.
"Cool those jets of yours," Hades said, aiming blue flames at Tristan's hands. He frowned, knowing he should make his visit quick. "Tristy, you maybe the great-grandson of the legendary Jack Frost, but that doesn't make you more powerful."
Tristan was seething until Freya intervened. He felt a soft squeeze from her hand on his, causing his temper to diminish. Gods, he loved her with every inch of his being.
"Father! What do you suggest for saving my daughter?" Freya shrieked, keeping her tone even.
Hades felt a light smile tug at his lips. "I can snuff one of her powers out when she is born or Tristan can, depending on the time she's born. This will save her years until she needs both. Oh, and that time will come since parents aren't always around."
"How will we know which power you'll snuff out?" asked a disgusted, father.
"If she is born in the winter than you'll do the honors, Tristan. In the wintertime, comes the frost. In the warmer seasons, comes the heat. You see?" Hades happily explained, frowning.
"Will she be safe?" asked a worrisome mother.
Hades grunted, "I have somebody who shall watch over her after her birth. That way if something were to happen to any of us, the girl won't be alone."
Tristan nervously, rubbed the back of his neck. He hoped for her to be born in winter rather than summer. "What if our daughter is born in the spring?"
Hades grinned. "Tis the time for heat."
"But, it can be cold during spring weather." Tristan objected.
Hades groaned, glancing around the ice cave the family was hold up in. He hadn't realized how bad the world had become. His breath came in fog when he opened his mouth to release a yawn. He waved it a way. He clasped his hands together, smiling broadly at his son-in-law.
"May the better temperature win." Hades smirked.
"And, what if you can't snuff out a power, dad?" Freya asked, pouting. She didn't want to lose her child.
"Than you have one option," Hades gravely responded.
The worried parents exchanged a glance. "What?"
"You have another child to place one of the two powers in." Hades duly noted, eyeing his fingernails like they were more interesting.
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"Interesting, right?" Rome smirked, slamming the book closed. His eyes locking with Bowie.
"Is that the entire story?" Bowie pondered aloud, still wondering what greek Gods had jack to do with anything.
Rome sighed, hanging his head in defeat. "Thought I'd give you the proper piece of a send off with a cozy family story. I was created before you via our mutt of a mother!"
Bowie flinched at his angry tone. She hated the abusive prick side of her brother. If only his sweet side continued to exist. "I'm SORRY for EVERYTHING!"
Rome stopped from whipping the razor blade from his jeans. He found her outburst odd. He didn't blame her. He had an urge for harming, and he liked it. Frowning, a creak from up stairs captured his attention. "I'll be back, sweetheart."
Bowie silently prayed someone would rescue her. She also held the desire to finish the story that he seemed hellbent on withholding from her. She felt like there was more to the story than what he read to her. And, she'd find out what.