We
started out okay,
but you through it all away,
my god what's
going on in your head
For all we could've found just to let it
hit the ground
but i'm good and done, we're over and dead.
Darcy
sat quietly on her bed, head tilted toward the ceiling. The dreams
kept coming... Each one more vivid, realistic and terrifying than
the last. Her mind was closing and her sisters, oh they were a whole
different story.
Dani, sweet, innocent Dani, was taking the shit
for Darcy's absense from their conversations. Even though she was
there, she wasn't... Dani was losing her essence. Darcy crept away
whenever she could, leaving her twin sitting alone, scared to death.
Dani was nothing without Darcy... Peanut Butter without the Jelly...
Moon without the sun... It just didn't work.
Esme kept her worry
to herself, as usual. Her relatonship with Draco was hushed, but it
was slowly going away. She wasn't all there when he talked to her.
She had her heart ripping in half from trying to stay loyal to her
sisters, and still trying to keep her feelings for the blond haired
Slytherin Prince. She tried to keep Dani company with Darcy's
absense, but Dani didn't seem to want anyone, but her other half.
Esme was kept out of most of this, but Darcy was letting mostly
everyone know... she was just... not there.
"Fred,
I'm worried about Darcy," George sat on the common room couch
beside his twin. His back was slumped over and his head in his
hands.
"You're not the only one, mate," Fred replied,
closing his book-which he was reading upside down-quietly. He sat up
straight balanced the book on George's head. "We all are."
The book wobbled and fell to the floor, "Awh! Almost!"
George laughed a little and raised his head slowly. They were the
only ones in the Griffindor Common room.
"She's barely even
looks at me anymore... I mean... she just avoids me." He looked
at the man beside him. Everything about them was the same... but they
weren't. Some things couldn't make them any more different.
And
yes i'm leaving you it's obvious
(hey hey hey)
So wipe that
stupid look right off of your face
"I
need to find out whats wrong... its been months and shes gotten
nothing but worse..." George stood up and walked to the window,
staring out into the night.
"Good luck with that...
Really..." Fred pat George on the back lightly, "I'm gonna
go to sleep, brother. See you in the morning..." He walked away
to the stairs, but stopped and added, "Love is tough... Good
luck." And he swept up the staircase to the boys dorm. George
turned back to the window and swept over the land with his shocking
eyes. He wanted nothing more than to find the old Darcy and kiss her
senseless... As he looked around, his eyes suddenly stopped on the
form of a girl standing on the edge of the black lake. He couldn't
see what she was wearing, but her skin glowed in the moon light. He
could see the skin of her back and her legs and arms. He notice she
had on very short shorts and a back and arm bareing shirt. Also, her
hair shone, and was... white blond. George's eyes widened... It was
Darcy. He watched her tilt her head back and roll it around, raising
her arms and streching her fingers. He could NOT take his eyes off of
her form and he found himself wanting to go to her, hug her, kiss her
and tell her he loved her, but... He was afraid.
Darcy seemd to
be disturbed and suddenly dropped her arms to her sides. Her VERY
long legs seemed to tense and her back curved and leaned forward, her
hands grasping her head in a painful way. She straighened back up but
kept her head in her hands. Her legs shook and knees caved in,
fallling down to them. George jumped when he saw it and his eyes
narrowed, glancing around. he ran to the door and took off out of the
entrance. The portrait awoke with a start and looked at George
acusingly but didn't say a word and just fell back asleep. He shot
down the stairs, but pulled back when he saw Filch out of the corner
of his eye. The scragely caretaker walked slowly down the hall, lamp
in hand and cat in toe. George took his chance wqhenFilch looked down
the opposite hall and took off out into the Great Hall. He quietly
opened the door and ran outside. Running at a very quick pace he
reached the edge were Darcy had been standing.
Get
out of my way,
why did she say she's so so sorry.
Just get
out of my way, why did she say she's so so sorry
she said i wanna
start over today take me back again.
Get out of my way,
what
did she say she's so so sorry. she was.
Darcy
was leaned over on her knees, murmuring words in a language george
didn't understand. Her lips moved faster than George could muster and
her hands griped her head painfully. The bones in her back seemed
sharp and bulged under her skin. George stepped slowly toward her,
but she snapped her neck to look at him. Her eyes, once a beautiful
normal blue, were now white. She had tears in them.
"Razbudi
moyu strast , Zavedi moyu plot. Zaberi moyu vlast, Mne uzhe ne
pomoch. Zavedi moyu vlast, Mne ladon protyani. Ti menya razbudi..."
She seemed to be singing but the words were in whispers, and the
language seemed to be russian. George kneeled down in front of her
and took her shaking hands in his. Her eyes widened as if she was
shocked he would touch her, and she let him pull her into him. He
held her shaking body and rocked her back and forth, smoothing his
hand over her white hair. her skin seemed to glow still and he looked
right into her face. She had tear stains on her pale cheeks.
"Whats
wrong, love?" he asked, brushing the hair out of her flawless
face. She shook her head violently and burried her head farther into
his chest, seeming to hide from the world in him. George looked down
and kissed the top of her head, pulling her onto his lap. "Whats
going on, Darcy? You can tell me... You know that..."
"I
can't tell you..."
"Why?"
"You wouldn't
believe me..."
"Yes, I would. I'll always believe
you!"
"Even if you did," She looked back up, her
eyes still white. George didn't flinch, but he was worried. It didn't
frighten him in the least. "You would kill me!"
You
try to shift the blame.
My god are you insane,
and i'm sorry
babe is all you can say
You've made a mess before
I kept
coming back for more cause i never thought you'd end it this way
George
opened his eyes in shock and wanted to slap her for saying such a
thing!
"What the fuck makes you think I would ever want to
kill you!" he yelled, but imediately hugged her when he saw the
hurt look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, baby. That is just a
ridiculas thought for you to think!" he pulled away but Darcy
stayed attached to him. "Now please... tell me whats been wrong
with you lately."
Darcy was silent for a while, but lifted
her head, but did't look at the red headed eye of her affection.
"I've been haveing these dreams... Dreams about this man,
claiming to be my father. He always says he wants to get revenge on
my mother, and wants to do that by takeing away something important
to her. He wants to kill Esme to get back at her." She looked up
a bit, and when she saw he was listening intently she continued.
"They always seem to become more real with each dream I
have..." George could tell that was as far as her jaws would
go. He stroked her hair again, and asked the question burning on his
lips...
"Darcy... What happened... Just now?" She
jerked her head up and pulled away from him, crawling backwards on
her knees. She seemed afraid again and started repeating the same
words she had before. "DARCY!" George yelled and she
stopped. her eyes were SNOW white and he suddenly jumped. Her two
canine teeth were sharper than normal.
"Please, George..."
She whispered, as if in pain."Please, go away... I dont want to
hurt you!" She screamed and jerked her head away from him as if
fighting against something.
"What do you mean?
And
yes i'm leaving you it's obvious
(hey hey hey)
So wipe that
stupid look right off of your face
She
slunk back, but George grabbed her arm and yanked her toward him. She
flew her head away from him...
"I'm a VAMPIRE!" She
screamed...
George let go of her arm... "A...
Vampire?"
"Now GO AWAY!"