A/N:Hi there! nice to see you back! Since there were technical difficulties on FF.net (plus my laptopwent screwy on me and I couldn't use the data for days!!) , I couldn't post any sooner, but to make up for it, I've made it pretty long and am in the process of writing Chapter 3!
Karma
Chapter 2 : Draco's physical
*splish splosh splish splosh*
Draco's boots prodded through the shallow pools of water and ecoed rythmically on the cobblestones, in time with the hard rain.
Angry black clouds swirled infinatly in the sky above, and the winds swayed green branches, who waved imploringly at Draco, like the fingers of the devil himself.
Draco stopped, looking up at the sky, rain pounding at his face.What the heck am I doing here? he wondered. Draco didn't remeber coming here at all, wherever he was.
He heard a slight rustling somewhere. His cloak careered around him eerily.
He whipped around, just in time to see a shadowed figure run into the park trees.
An indistinct whisper crept into his ear. He pivoted around. The whisper grew louder, coming from every direction. He spun and spun, vainly trying to discover the origin.
The whispers came to an abrupt stop...
"There he is, he is the one," said an unknown female voice.
"No!! It can't be him! And even if he was, he doesn't look it!" argued another.
Other voices rose in protest, but were cut off.
"SILENCE!!!!" roared the first, "He is the fated I say!"
A clap of thunder emitted and Draco was plunged into a deep darkness. Completely stupified, he stumbled around the black void.
He heard a laugh behind him. The hair's on the back of his neck stood on end as he ever so slowly turned.
Draco's jaw dropped...
Sitting there cross-legged on a spectacurlary carved throne of gold, silver, and every precious jewe1 imaginable, was a young woman,scandly dressed and possibly in her early twenties.
She smirked with delight at Draco's estonished face.
No suprise there, she thought.
Well, yeah, sure. She was beautiful alright, with her ash brown hair reaching well beyond her waist and slender form flaunted by a cute little black GUCCI dress. But one look in her eyes, and it was clear that she was a demon.
Malichious crimson irises darkend to a bloody red as they were sucked into the endless black hole that were her pupils.
Those pitch black pupils which were now staring directly at Draco, hungrily.
She stood up in a fluid motion and literally glided towards Draco, who was now attempting to look imposing.
(Don't let her scare you, you're a Malfoy for Pete's sake!! scolded Draco's conscionse.)
The demon girl chuckled darkly, circling our fav blond, "Hmmm...I don't see what the others are fussing about, really," she stood directly infront of him, and tilted his head. Draco complied, curious to know what she was on about.
"My, my! And just the right height, too" she exclaimed as she was a good head shorter than him, "Not to mention you're *gush* BLONDE!!"
Ignoring Draco's bemused expression, her french manicured hand crept under his shirt and began to stroke his chest, "O0o! And muscular as well!" she paused, stifling a giggle, "I guess we're just about done the physic- OH!! Nice six-pack!!"she continue down but Draco's hand grabbed her's around the wrist.
"We'll stop there, thank you." he snapped, voice full of irritation. Since when am / such a pushover? he asked himself.
The girl looked him in the eye humourously, "Maybe it's because you've never seen such a beautiful demon?" she said sarcastically, fluttering her eyelashes and letting out a mock giggle.
Draco blinked, dropping her hand. Had she just read his mind?
Yes I did! piped a truimphant little voice at the back of his head.
Draco jumped back, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?!?"
She laughed again, "I am Aradia, the hellangel, daughter of Lucifer."
"Yeah right," said Draco sarcastically, crossing his arms, "I know what you are. You're a dream! This whole thing is just a screwed up dream!!" he shruggs.
Ara smirked, tiltind her head, ever so slowly floating up beside Draco,"Tsk, tsk! Now, If this was a dream..." her eyes glittered with malice,"This wouldn't hurt? Would it?"
Before Draco could react, Aradia lashed out, digging into his side with her long, abnormally sharp fingernails, leaving three long diagonal scratches.
Draco cryed out, doubling over in pain.
It burned, as if white hot pokers were being driven into his skin, injecting poison, pain spreading rapidly.
He fell, clutching his side, cursing. He looked at the shredded material that was his shirt, revealing a throbbing wound, pulsing with a strange glow.
He began to spit out a long string of profanity but was silenced.
He felt himself lifted off the ground, unable to resist, but a puppet at the ventriloquist's mercy.
"Hush..."whispered the girl, her finger lightly brushing Draco's lip, "Enough for one night... I'm sending you back to your world now...", she touched his bleeding side, the pain abruptly stopping.
There was a brilliant, blinding flash.
***
Draco woke up on his bed.
He gripped his sheets, looking around rapidly, breathing heavily.
He jerked up, touching his surrounding, then his face, determined to prove to his paniced mind that it was just a dream.
Then he looked down, and he saw the scar.
Yes it was a scar, although he knew he had acquired it only a few seconds ago, but it was there, like the mark of some old battle.
His eyes stumbled upon his watch.
10:32
Omigod!!! Adrien, the club hopping maniac, would be there any second to try to convince him to come along.
He pulled off the torn shirt and tossed it somewhere in the corner, and sure enough, there was that urgent knock on the door. Draco sighed and rushed to open the door.
Otherwise, knowing Adrien, he would probably break it down.
Draco braced himself, slowly opening the door, only to hear Adrien fired out his thunderous greeting;
"HUZZAH!!!!!"
"Hullo" answered Draco dully.
Well, what do you except?
He's Adrien White, for god's sake!
Ya know the guy who has blue hair, which he spikes in every possible direction!
Yeah, that's him, the definition of wild child/player/ everything else imaginable.
"Dude, wanna go to the clubs with me tonight?"
"Oh go to hell, Adrien, you know tha-"
Adrien cut him off, "GREAT IDEA!!"
"Hwa?"
"Ya know, that new club, the Hell," Adrien was always high, eventhough he didn't smoke or do anything that bad in particular, saying that it was bad for his karma, "I hear it's run by this totally devilish chick named Aradia or something like that, whoa! the stories I've heard!!"
Boom
Draco blinked, his brain processing that information.
"So you coming or not?" he didn't wait for Draco's answer, "Great!!"
Adrien shoved Draco aside and grabbed a random white shirt out of Draco's elephantine closet, tossing it to our favorite confused blond.
Then he noticed the scar, "Whoa there? What the hell is that !?!?"
"Oh-um-" stuttered Draco, putting on the shirt and scanning the floor nervously, "Hermione's cat," he shrugged.
Adrien winced, "Ouchies"
a/n:HALLO!! I'm back!!! How'd y'all like that one!! A thousand thanks to everyone who reviewed!!
(Yes there will be Draco in leather, and no, this is not d/h or d/g, cause I honestly think it's lame, although the girls will have some 3rd party influence)
Next chapter: Adrien and Draco meet Aradia at The Hell, Pansy gets her revenge (poor Draco), and Draco finds out what he's needed for.
Place your suggestions on how The Hell should look like!!
Karma
Chapter 2 : Draco's physical
*splish splosh splish splosh*
Draco's boots prodded through the shallow pools of water and ecoed rythmically on the cobblestones, in time with the hard rain.
Angry black clouds swirled infinatly in the sky above, and the winds swayed green branches, who waved imploringly at Draco, like the fingers of the devil himself.
Draco stopped, looking up at the sky, rain pounding at his face.What the heck am I doing here? he wondered. Draco didn't remeber coming here at all, wherever he was.
He heard a slight rustling somewhere. His cloak careered around him eerily.
He whipped around, just in time to see a shadowed figure run into the park trees.
An indistinct whisper crept into his ear. He pivoted around. The whisper grew louder, coming from every direction. He spun and spun, vainly trying to discover the origin.
The whispers came to an abrupt stop...
"There he is, he is the one," said an unknown female voice.
"No!! It can't be him! And even if he was, he doesn't look it!" argued another.
Other voices rose in protest, but were cut off.
"SILENCE!!!!" roared the first, "He is the fated I say!"
A clap of thunder emitted and Draco was plunged into a deep darkness. Completely stupified, he stumbled around the black void.
He heard a laugh behind him. The hair's on the back of his neck stood on end as he ever so slowly turned.
Draco's jaw dropped...
Sitting there cross-legged on a spectacurlary carved throne of gold, silver, and every precious jewe1 imaginable, was a young woman,scandly dressed and possibly in her early twenties.
She smirked with delight at Draco's estonished face.
No suprise there, she thought.
Well, yeah, sure. She was beautiful alright, with her ash brown hair reaching well beyond her waist and slender form flaunted by a cute little black GUCCI dress. But one look in her eyes, and it was clear that she was a demon.
Malichious crimson irises darkend to a bloody red as they were sucked into the endless black hole that were her pupils.
Those pitch black pupils which were now staring directly at Draco, hungrily.
She stood up in a fluid motion and literally glided towards Draco, who was now attempting to look imposing.
(Don't let her scare you, you're a Malfoy for Pete's sake!! scolded Draco's conscionse.)
The demon girl chuckled darkly, circling our fav blond, "Hmmm...I don't see what the others are fussing about, really," she stood directly infront of him, and tilted his head. Draco complied, curious to know what she was on about.
"My, my! And just the right height, too" she exclaimed as she was a good head shorter than him, "Not to mention you're *gush* BLONDE!!"
Ignoring Draco's bemused expression, her french manicured hand crept under his shirt and began to stroke his chest, "O0o! And muscular as well!" she paused, stifling a giggle, "I guess we're just about done the physic- OH!! Nice six-pack!!"she continue down but Draco's hand grabbed her's around the wrist.
"We'll stop there, thank you." he snapped, voice full of irritation. Since when am / such a pushover? he asked himself.
The girl looked him in the eye humourously, "Maybe it's because you've never seen such a beautiful demon?" she said sarcastically, fluttering her eyelashes and letting out a mock giggle.
Draco blinked, dropping her hand. Had she just read his mind?
Yes I did! piped a truimphant little voice at the back of his head.
Draco jumped back, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?!?"
She laughed again, "I am Aradia, the hellangel, daughter of Lucifer."
"Yeah right," said Draco sarcastically, crossing his arms, "I know what you are. You're a dream! This whole thing is just a screwed up dream!!" he shruggs.
Ara smirked, tiltind her head, ever so slowly floating up beside Draco,"Tsk, tsk! Now, If this was a dream..." her eyes glittered with malice,"This wouldn't hurt? Would it?"
Before Draco could react, Aradia lashed out, digging into his side with her long, abnormally sharp fingernails, leaving three long diagonal scratches.
Draco cryed out, doubling over in pain.
It burned, as if white hot pokers were being driven into his skin, injecting poison, pain spreading rapidly.
He fell, clutching his side, cursing. He looked at the shredded material that was his shirt, revealing a throbbing wound, pulsing with a strange glow.
He began to spit out a long string of profanity but was silenced.
He felt himself lifted off the ground, unable to resist, but a puppet at the ventriloquist's mercy.
"Hush..."whispered the girl, her finger lightly brushing Draco's lip, "Enough for one night... I'm sending you back to your world now...", she touched his bleeding side, the pain abruptly stopping.
There was a brilliant, blinding flash.
***
Draco woke up on his bed.
He gripped his sheets, looking around rapidly, breathing heavily.
He jerked up, touching his surrounding, then his face, determined to prove to his paniced mind that it was just a dream.
Then he looked down, and he saw the scar.
Yes it was a scar, although he knew he had acquired it only a few seconds ago, but it was there, like the mark of some old battle.
His eyes stumbled upon his watch.
10:32
Omigod!!! Adrien, the club hopping maniac, would be there any second to try to convince him to come along.
He pulled off the torn shirt and tossed it somewhere in the corner, and sure enough, there was that urgent knock on the door. Draco sighed and rushed to open the door.
Otherwise, knowing Adrien, he would probably break it down.
Draco braced himself, slowly opening the door, only to hear Adrien fired out his thunderous greeting;
"HUZZAH!!!!!"
"Hullo" answered Draco dully.
Well, what do you except?
He's Adrien White, for god's sake!
Ya know the guy who has blue hair, which he spikes in every possible direction!
Yeah, that's him, the definition of wild child/player/ everything else imaginable.
"Dude, wanna go to the clubs with me tonight?"
"Oh go to hell, Adrien, you know tha-"
Adrien cut him off, "GREAT IDEA!!"
"Hwa?"
"Ya know, that new club, the Hell," Adrien was always high, eventhough he didn't smoke or do anything that bad in particular, saying that it was bad for his karma, "I hear it's run by this totally devilish chick named Aradia or something like that, whoa! the stories I've heard!!"
Boom
Draco blinked, his brain processing that information.
"So you coming or not?" he didn't wait for Draco's answer, "Great!!"
Adrien shoved Draco aside and grabbed a random white shirt out of Draco's elephantine closet, tossing it to our favorite confused blond.
Then he noticed the scar, "Whoa there? What the hell is that !?!?"
"Oh-um-" stuttered Draco, putting on the shirt and scanning the floor nervously, "Hermione's cat," he shrugged.
Adrien winced, "Ouchies"
a/n:HALLO!! I'm back!!! How'd y'all like that one!! A thousand thanks to everyone who reviewed!!
(Yes there will be Draco in leather, and no, this is not d/h or d/g, cause I honestly think it's lame, although the girls will have some 3rd party influence)
Next chapter: Adrien and Draco meet Aradia at The Hell, Pansy gets her revenge (poor Draco), and Draco finds out what he's needed for.
Place your suggestions on how The Hell should look like!!