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Chapter 26
With a twitch of his eyes, Maximilian cursed himself for being foolish enough to get caught. Now he was in a damp cell in who knows where! He breathed in deeply and flinched as the stench of death filled his head.
"DAMN IT!" he violently punched the stone floor next to him, leaving his knuckles red and sore. He brought his hand up and examined the damage. He raised an eyebrow as he picked a strand of long hair off of his hand. Hardly anyone had hair like this, that is, except his twit of a sister. He sniffed the strand of hair. It smelled faintly of the strawberry shampoo Krista used.
The door swung open and he glared at the vampire standing there with a scowl on his face. "Hello, Maxi," Maximilian felt his lip curl back at the name.
"What do you want, vampire?" he spat out 'vampire' like it was the filthiest thing that could come to your mind.
"Your sister," he spoke like it wasn't a big deal. Max's jaw nearly hit the floor. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
"Why would you want that slut?" no, he didn't regret calling her names.
"Hearing her and my brother fool around can…effect one," he trailed off as if he was in deep thought. Maximilian scowled. He knew Krista and the Heir of Slytherin were in such a relationship but actually hearing someone say it, well, it wasn't pleasant.
"You bastard, you won't touch my sister," why was he saying this? Didn't he want Krista's life to be awful? And yet, he was being protective of her.
"We shall see," Liddell bared is fangs at him before leaving the cell.
TK
Krista grumbled as she stared out the window. Outside was dark and gloomy. It was just plain depressing. She missed the open air at Hogwarts, while her father's mansion felt like a prison. She missed Ansel, Evan, Ethan, and Lupin. She had no friends here. She wondered if that Jones girl confessed to Ansel. She felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought. She didn't know why though. Ansel was just a friend. She frowned. She knew she'd be far more jealous if Tom would find interest in another girl though. But she convinced herself that it was because of their connection.
She looked down at herself. The shackles were gone and she wore a dark green gown made of silk now. She didn't enjoy the color, but she knew Tom would be upset if she didn't wear it. It seemed that green, silver and black were what he fancied.
Her stomach growled. She got off the windowsill and made her way to the door. Her father had allowed her to roam the large mansion, although she still spent most of her time sleeping in bed. She didn't know how long she had been there, but it seemed to already be a week or two.
Tom thought about sex more than the average wizard. Not that she didn't think about it often too. But she wasn't one to brag. He was obviously more experienced than she. She angry glared at nothing when she wondered how many he had actually had. It was a stupid thing to be angry about for she knew that he only stares at her with such lust now. Every single night he would take her, willing or not. He was great in the sack, but the aftermath for Krista was awful. She was always sore and aching in the morning.
She walked down the halls, her head down to avoid any eye contact whenever she came across someone. She passed the library and poke her head in. She usually saw Tom reading up on all the Dark Arts books. And there he was, but thankfully his back was turned and she quickly walked away. She hated what he could do to her. She hated that he brought her weak to her knees.
She walked into the kitchen. House elves were busy cooking for lunch. They all bowed as she walked in. Awkward moment…
She tried her best to ignore the elves bowing as she snatched herself a sandwich. Well…make that two sandwiches.
She thought back on what her father had told Tom. What were Horcruxes? They obviously knew. And they must have had something to do with how Tom's eyes would flash red when he was angry…or greedy.
She shivered as she walked down an empty hall. There were no furniture or paintings, that is, except at the far end of the hall. She walked up to it, finishing her second sandwich. The picture was of a lady, smiling and giving a slight wave at her. The woman had dark brown hair that came to her shoulders, which framed her olive face, long eyelashes that made her emerald green eyes stand out-wait.
Krista looked harder at the woman who smiled and blushed at the intense gaze. The green eyes were identical to her own. "How peculiar," she murmured.
The woman giggled.
Krista felt heat running to her own face. This woman was like a goddess. Her giggles can even make a girl blush, she thought. The woman taunted her over with her index finger. She felt her fingers grab onto the frame as the woman gave her a sultry gaze. The woman in the painting puckered her lips and urged Krista to come forward.
Her lips came in contact with the painting and she felt a large amount of darkness enter her, causing her to collapse onto the ground. She choked and scooted up the wall, hoping to find reassurance.
I sudden wave of calmness washed over her and she breathed deeply against the wall.
"Isn't that better?" she felt her mouth move, but they weren't her words or her voice. She tried to talk back, but it was as if it wasn't her body anymore.
"I am Amarilis Hart and you are my new slave," if she could, Krista's eyes would have widened in surprise. Amarilis Hart was her mother's name. That would explain the eyes.
"Hmmm, a cute little body you have here," Krista shivered as her own hands fondled with her own breasts. "Not large but they will grow."
Her fingers slid under her dress and rubbed herself through her panties. Amarilis gave out a moan as she pushed the panties aside and stared stroking herself.
"Amarilis!" a loud voice called out. Krista desperately wanted to stop but she couldn't. Amarilis paid no mind to the voice.
Grindelwald looked at his possessed daughter with an angry gleam in his blue eyes. He had despised Amarilis before but now to infect his own blood! He took a step towards her.
"Take one more step and you can say goodbye to our dear daughter," she hissed and he halted at the words. He couldn't risk losing her yet. He still needed her.
Get out of my body! Krista yelled in her head, trying her hardest to break free.
Get out of my head…the darkness consumed her.
KT
Tom flipped through the pages of a book about the torments of the Cruciatus Curse. Surprisingly, it could be quite wonderful during sex. Well, that is, for the caster.
He looked up at his hourglass sitting near the edge of the table. It was nearly lunch time. He waved his wand, triggering the several piles of books to go to their original places on the shelves. He left the library in hopes of some food.
After eating, he decided to take a detour and take a different route. He didn't know why, but it felt as if he was following someone's footsteps.
Tom turned a corner and stopped. There was Grindelwald and what seemed to be a possessed Krista. "What happened?" he shouted at Grindelwald. Krista's eyes weren't green anymore. The green and whites of her eyes had turned a soulless black.
"She's been possessed by a painting which happened to be painted by her own mother," Gellert said darkly.
Tom tried to take a step but Grindelwald put an arm in front of his chest. "No, we can't help. She'll be killed if we try."
Tom wasn't about to let his lioness be possessed by some bitchy painting! He lifted a hand and started chanting in Parseltongue.
Krista twitched and roared, as if yelling at the language being spoken. The black eyes were now replaced with one gold eye and one scarlet eye. Gryffindor colors. Red streaks appeared in her dirty blonde hair.
A screech sounded in the hallway as the painting on the wall exploded. Krista fell to the ground, panting for air but very happy for being able to have her body back.
Tom looked indifferent about the whole situation, though inside he was glad that she wasn't hurt.
He couldn't have a broken toy.
AN: Happy New Year, everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, even though there wasn't really an Krom action. See what I did there? I combined their names and made it a pairing name!
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