Chapter Seven
Draco was in his room when Macavity walked in, the sleeping Demeter in his arms.
"What in Gods name did you do to her Draco?" He hissed softly, not wanting to wake the queen. Draco gave him a lazy smile.
"What on earth are you talking about little brother? I didn't DO anything to her."
"Then why did she tell me not to touch her, because she thought I was you?" Draco snarled at the queen in his arms.
"Get out of my room Macavity." Macavity stepped forward, a snarl on his face.
"Not until you tell me what you did to Dem!" Draco hissed, a cruel smile crossing his face.
"Lets just say, dear brother, that she lost her innocents, hmm?" Macavity growled.
"You bastard! Get the hell out of here! Leave this place! NEVER come back!" Draco smiled.
"The only way I'm leaving this place is if I have a token to remind me of the pleasure I had here." Macavity stared at him. Something's up. Draco HATES this place!, he though, uneasy. Draco grinned again, and looked at the sleeping queen. "Demeter would make a beautiful token . . . seeing that she's the only thing to give me pleasure in this hell hole . . . she can also provide more pleasure for me . . ." He took a step toward Macavity, but Macavity back handed him, sending him sprawling to the floor.
"If you so much as lay a paw on her again Draco, I don't care if you are my brother, I'll slit your throat and leave you to the Pollicles." Macavity growled. "As of now I banish you from this place." With a furious growl, Draco spun around and walked toward the door.
"This isn't over Macavity! In fact, it's only begun!"
Draco was in his room when Macavity walked in, the sleeping Demeter in his arms.
"What in Gods name did you do to her Draco?" He hissed softly, not wanting to wake the queen. Draco gave him a lazy smile.
"What on earth are you talking about little brother? I didn't DO anything to her."
"Then why did she tell me not to touch her, because she thought I was you?" Draco snarled at the queen in his arms.
"Get out of my room Macavity." Macavity stepped forward, a snarl on his face.
"Not until you tell me what you did to Dem!" Draco hissed, a cruel smile crossing his face.
"Lets just say, dear brother, that she lost her innocents, hmm?" Macavity growled.
"You bastard! Get the hell out of here! Leave this place! NEVER come back!" Draco smiled.
"The only way I'm leaving this place is if I have a token to remind me of the pleasure I had here." Macavity stared at him. Something's up. Draco HATES this place!, he though, uneasy. Draco grinned again, and looked at the sleeping queen. "Demeter would make a beautiful token . . . seeing that she's the only thing to give me pleasure in this hell hole . . . she can also provide more pleasure for me . . ." He took a step toward Macavity, but Macavity back handed him, sending him sprawling to the floor.
"If you so much as lay a paw on her again Draco, I don't care if you are my brother, I'll slit your throat and leave you to the Pollicles." Macavity growled. "As of now I banish you from this place." With a furious growl, Draco spun around and walked toward the door.
"This isn't over Macavity! In fact, it's only begun!"