The room around him had no windows, nothing that could resemblance light or an escape route. Black marble floor, green walls. No light, no nothing.

The hallway seemed to go on forever, but he knew better. Even though his mind was clouded and disorientated, it seemed like this place was awfully familiar.

"Where am I?" His mind wondered, talking to itself in hushed voices. It was as if he feared he would wake something if he raised his mental voice; as if a dragon was sleeping softly behind his back - hidden in the darkness.

"I've chosen you." Hissing voices slithered past her, sirkling his bare feet, touching his face with its silky tail.

"Chosen me for what?" His nerves gave up on him, and spit flew out of his mouth as he barkedoutt he words. The sleek frame of young Malfoy seemed to tremble, but not as much out of fear as it was unease and slowly boiling anger.

This room was so familiar, once again so familiar... He swore he had been here before, felt how the emptiness surrounded him and the smell of warm as and candles brought him down to a reality he didn't want to be in.

"Lead my bloodshed, daft boy." A hand slapped him actoss his face, yet for him it could've been a whip hitting him.

With a violent move he awakened, not even noticing that his bedsheets were soaking in sweat. His breath was heavy and he immidiately searched his face for the cause of pain, yet there was nothing there. No sore mark of a whip of a hand.

Feeling like an idiot he sunk back into the pillows; he hadn't even noticed that he had sat up.

The smell still lingered in his nose, and the lingering feeling of a silky tail stroking him sent shivers down his spine; not the good kind, that is.

Feels like being home, that's if your home is a slaughter house.

How great it was, to be a Malfoy, yet a slave.

With a loud crack, and the sound of breaking porcelain an overly expensive, vintage chinese piece of art hit the wall. The pretty colours spread across the dark green carpet that covered the main living rooms' floor. It had probably been more expensive than all of her clothes combined, and most definitely the only thing here that wasn't black, silver or green. Even though those factors rung in the back of her head, she couldn't really give a damn. She didn't care that the house elf crouched when she picked up a crystal carafe, it held golden liquid which splayed out all over the wall; covering the faces of ancient idiots that just had to be related to her.

"Miss Lestrange must not be upset..." The tiny creature sqeeked as it ran to pick up the pieces, it was rather terrified.

"Do. Not. Speak to me now, Lumi." Mina hissed slowly behind her teeth. Her eyes were closed as her hair flowed freely around her face; it had escaped from her braid a long time ago. Her pale blue, wide armed dress and naked feet clashed with the surroundings, and it clashed even more with her behavior.

Poor Lumi was just afraid that Master Roman would kill it for all that his niece kept smashing.

The oh, so brilliant twat of an overgrown man-bat had left the mansion just a mere half an hour ago. Ever since he had left, his oh, so sweet little doll had been throwing at least five objects into the wall and into the fireplace. She didn't care what Roman thought was proper; every thought of the perfect pureblood virgin had left her heart as her uncle had thrown such hard words.

"He is not proper company, Mina. Surely, you must know that." Seemingly understanding and carefully he had coaxed, watching his darling niece from his comfortable chair. They were in the main living room, at least it was hos favorite living room. You had so many choices when you were rich...

"And how may he not be proper company? He is your bleeding boys club! He must be so freaking perfect, since he's like you, i mean!" Fuming like he'd never seen her he watched her posture, arms straight down; a little too tense.

"Watch your language, Mina. This is not proper behavior for a woman of your standards." He huffed, thinking his niece were only bringing him trouble right now.

"Surely you must know that young Snape isn't even a pureblood... He is lucky he has gotten so far, though that is something he can thank the Malfoys' for... Though I do not know what they see in him."

"Just as I do not know what your friends see in you,you big torment." She was saying too much now, she was trying her luck too much. And as a signal her uncle got out of his chair, obviously annoyed with her now. Coming at her with steady steps, all she could do was to back up.

"I will teach you not to speak like that to me, ever again." As she raised her hand to shelter her face from sudden fear, he grasped her wrist. Holding her with more force than neccessary he bent her arm up, holding it almost taller than she were. Her eyes were filled with defiance. And... Fear. Her beautiful green eyes trying to hold back the vulnerability she felt. As she closed her eyes to drive away frightened eyes he let her go, watching his little doll sinking to the floor on her knees. She didn't open her eyes, she just touched her wrists with delicate fingers.

"I have to run an e..."

"I hope you burn in hell, you monster." Her hushed voice interrupted him, freezing him to the bone. He was aghast, so he backed up and left her where she sat; on her knees, curly hair covering a face that held her wrists close. He didn't know yet, but he'd bet that she would wake up with a bruise on that pale skin

Her life was a freaking mess. Looking at her right wrist, watching how the red wouldn't fade, her face grew hard again. She had to get out of this awful house, even if that meant she had to marry Lucius tomorrow. With determination in her mind she got out of the living room; heading for her living quarters in the third floor, left wing.

Maybe she could break free from this horrid living situation... It was now or never.

Her fingers shook visibly as she sat in her own entertainment living room, slightly soothed by the cream white and iceberg blue walls. The crystal chandelier over her sitting group brought some elegance to this room; but she'd give anything to leave it.

To be honest, she had no faith left in her heart for these pureblood men, but she knew that. Malfoy men were a breed of their own. With a sorrowfilled smile she gave her letter to her beautiful Xerxes who were sitting by her window. Petting him one last time she opened the window and told him to hurry up. Funny how an owl could end up being your ticket out of this hellhole, but she had all faith in that gorgeous owl.

She returned to her chair by the window. She couldn't make herself comfortable now, she was too riled up for that.

"Come on, you birdbrain. I need toget out." She tried to smile, but it only turned into a strained grimace.

She kept waiting, watching her now covered up feet; neatly covered in small, white shoes. She hadn't put her hair up, instead she had tried to calm it down a little. Her pale blue dress was still on her, clinging carefully to her waist and stopping at her ankles. It could look like a pastel medieval dress. It suited her and made her look like a long lost fairytale princess. After thirty minutes a house elf popped out of the thin air, looking at his young Mistress strained face.

"Young Mistress Mina... There is someone at the door. I said you didn't want visitors, but they have... Canes." The frightened expression mixed with pure stress made her smile slightly. Obviously, the whole staff of house elves knew of her behaviour this day, so they tried not to annoy her further more. Yet Mina couldn't stay mad at the small creatures.

"It is probably the Masters Malfoy. Would you show them to this living room?" Her wanting them up here made the elf a little nervous, but he wouldn't say against it. While bowing deeply he disappeared.

It would be nice to get away... If she was that lucky.

The

faint knock on her door and the soft whushing as it opened brought her gaze from her shoes. In all their glory stood the two men who represented twogenerations of Malfoy men; Abraxas and Lucius Malfoy. The two of them were mirrors of each other, though one had more experience and slyness to his eyes, where the other one was young at heart with love in his mind.

"Dearest Miss Mina." The instantly soothing voice of Abraxas reached her like a flood of warm water. She liked Lucius' father, even though Lucius wasn't always that fond of his father. Quickly she darted to her feet, hiding her wrist underneat the wide sleeve of her dress. Her smile was carefull and trying as she took in the two men who would be responsible of her soon.

"Master Malfoy."Immidiately she turned into this obedient and carefull pureblood woman, carefully looking at the fiancé. Lucius was looking at her with worry, though he couldn't quite disguise the amazement of his beautiful bride-to-be. She was standing on the white marble floor in white shoes and a pale blue dress which flowed around her like a fairytale. Her hair hung loose, and it had a storm to it today. Though her face showed a woman who felt so awfully small; he wanted to hold her close to his chest and tell her that the world wouldn't hurt her.

"You are soon my daughter in law, and therefore are you already my daughter. No formality, I am just Abraxas to you." His patient voice made her smile, something that had been one of his motives. His future daughter in law was a beautiful girl, and he loved to see her smile. Some of his must have hit him, because he couldn't help but to wish to be good to his future family. Her shyness seemed to suddenly hit her, because she turned sideways and gestured towards the sitting group.

"Thank you both for coming on such short notice." Her lips tensed up as she moved towards her chaiselong. She sat down on it and draped her feet underneath her dress.

Watching the men sit down she drew a breath, it was ragged and tired.

"You wrote that something was wrong, of course we had to come." Abraxas sat on the couch closest to her, while his son sat in a chair straight across from his fiancé.

"Yes. I do not have faith in many of those around me and my family, mostly because they bend to Romans' will as if he was a dragon, but you are more powerful than him." She swallowed a lump in her throat and noticed that Abraxas suddenly became very interested. It wasn't exactly anything new that Abraxas and Roman had some... Friction. One who yearned for power, and one who already had it. "It seems that my uncle has... For the lack of better words... Lost it." Her hands was tightly wrapped around each other, almost showing her wrist. She could feel it in the floor that Lucius had switched the psoition of his own a little too roughly. Without looking at her fiancé she knew that he was upset now, hell, he was probably getting mad as hell.

"May I ask how he has... Lost it?" Abraxas used her rather nontraditional phrase, as if it was a foreign language.

She exhaled in a strained motion and unwrapped her hands. Reaching out with her right hand, she showed the older man the red marks on her wrist. They were starting to turn blue, and they took up a lot of space on her small wrist. Reacing out to grab it Abraxas stood up. She saw in the corner of her eye that Lucius also had risen to his feet.

"I didn't envision him as a man who hurt women." Abraxas said with a tense jaw. It was clearly that he didn't like this. It wasn't more unusual with domestic violence in pureblood homes than in other homes, and by that the reactions were usually the same. Sometimes it would be covered up in a family like hers, but Mina had known that the Malfoys' wouldn't tale this lightly. She was to be one of them, and no one was allowed to hurt the property of vain men.

"He hasn't been like this before. But he has raised his hand at me on several occasions now. But this is the first time he touches me." She didn't want to cry, she wasn't going to cry, but she was so tired of this. She was tired of her uncle, how he talked down at her and how he raised his hand at her.

Lucius had finally made his way over to her, touching her shoulder with a careful hand.

"We can not allow him to behave like this, father." His voice was strained by anger, and only his hand seemed to be not shaking. "She is my fiancé." His last words was a statement that had done its purpose, because Abraxas was nodding his head.

"You know that you can't stay here, Mina. We will not be responsible for what may happen." He tightened the knot on his tie and put one hand behind Minas' shoulder. She hadn't expected this to go as easy as it had, but this was gold.

Looking up at her soon to be father in law, she noticed that his eyes were at the door, smiling a little. As if it was some sort of a cue she heard the door slammer somewhere downstairs in the first floor. "I guess he's home."

They walked down the stairs together, her not knowing hos this would play out. Abraxas was walking in front of her, as a statement. Lucius was behind her, casually touching her shoulder now and then to sooth his own need to protect.

"What do you mean you let someone in?" The clearly upset voice of her uncle was reaching up the stairs as they reached the first floor.

"The house elf meant what it meant, Roman. It let someone in!" Abraxas was grinning in a malicious way, and Mina could all but envision how Romans' eyes were dilating in horror.

"Abraxas Malfoy, what are you doing uninvited in my house!" He barked as all three of them came down the stairs. Roman eyed her between the Malfoy men, horror in his eyes. What had his niece done?

"Honestly, you need to stop jumping to conclusions. We were invited! Your niece has been very friendly. But now we're leaving." He was so malicious, so slick as he didn't spare the large man a look.

"Good, you will leave me with my niece this instant." He couldn't really believe it, but her uncle stomped his foot in anger. He seemed like an overgrown toddler.

"I think you misunderstood me, Roman. We are taking her with us now." He crossed his arms, his eyes telling him not to mess with him now. Though Roman could obviously not back down, and he raised his chest like a toad.

"And with what right can you remove her from me?" His words were poisonous, and Mina pulled herself closer to her fiance. She wasn't up for this.

"She is my future daughter in law, I need to protect her from you." Now he eyed the other man, putting a finger into his chest. This wasn't the time to mess with Abraxas.

"I don't see your name written in her forehead. And I can renove that engagement." With a wicked smile her uncle looked straight at her, as if telling her that she was never getting away from him.