Images floated of Hermione's vision as the blackness receded from her
mind. Someone was standing over her. Someone with copper blonde hair,
blue eyes, and a strong jaw Hermione almost reached up to stroke.
"Your awake." Hermione went ridged. That was the same voice of the person who had covered his mouth. At once Hermione reacted on instinct and punched him full in the mouth. He let out a loud groan and covered his mouth. Hermione jumped up off the bed she was laying on ignoring her aching headache. The room fizzled for a moment then steadied. She reached for the thing nearest to her, which was a miniature statue of a woman and held it like a club.
"One step closer and I'll knock you back to the golden age." The man was still doubled over blood leaking through his hands.
"You hit me." He said it as it was inconceivable someone would do that.
"That's right and I'll do it again too! Where am I!?"
The man straightened and flicked his wand and the statue flew from her hands to his. "First of all you might want to put on some clothes before you freeze." Hermione looked down and saw she was clothed only in her sheer silk nightgown. She snatched at a silver robe someone had laid on her bed and wrapped it around herself glowering.
"Who are you?" She growled.
He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and looked her up and down. "My name is Tyan."
"Well Tyan," she spit out his name like it was poison "Where the hell am I and what do you want!?"
"Your in Seacra Castle. I have brought you here to finish the 'Ecrecia' Potion I've started."
Hermione's eyes widened. " 'Ecrecia'.....that'll destroy the whole world."
He shrugged "Only a little."
She gapped "only a-...who are you!?"
He smiled and bowed. "Like I said before I'm Tyan. Voldmort's heir and successor." If he was expecting her to be terrified, he was in for a surprise.
"You're crazy that's what you are!?" Hermione's eyes darted towards the door, but her was blocking it. She decided to chance it and in a flash, she charged him careening into him full force knocking him back. She made a dash for the door and he pulled out his wand and muttered something Hermione didn't even hear, for her head was spinning again and she had fallen to the floor, unconvinced.
Tyan bent down and lifted her up into his arms. This was the great witch grandfather had wanted? This small, lovely little thing. He smirked. Who'd nearly knocked all of his teeth out and threatened to do it again. He spread her out on the bed and let out a sharp bark and a young woman dressed in flimsy rags appeared in the doorway.
"I want food, drink, and clothes brought for her. Then send Lilith up to tend her." The girl stood trembling in the doorway and he growled. "MOVE!" She jumped and scurried out. He turned and looked down at Hermione for a while. He soft kissable lips moved gently as she murmured in her sleep. Kissable? He thought cringing. Where had that come from?
Well it's true, another part of him thought. Look at her. He did. He had been for a quite a while. Her honey brown hair hung in a wave of wild curls all the way to her soft slender waist that flared into curvy hips (been reading to many romance novels out of boredom -.-) He groaned and pushed away. She was an enemy and a hostage. No matter what else she was that first. So why did his chest hurt when he watched her? He turned before he got caught up in her again and strolled out.
"Your awake." Hermione went ridged. That was the same voice of the person who had covered his mouth. At once Hermione reacted on instinct and punched him full in the mouth. He let out a loud groan and covered his mouth. Hermione jumped up off the bed she was laying on ignoring her aching headache. The room fizzled for a moment then steadied. She reached for the thing nearest to her, which was a miniature statue of a woman and held it like a club.
"One step closer and I'll knock you back to the golden age." The man was still doubled over blood leaking through his hands.
"You hit me." He said it as it was inconceivable someone would do that.
"That's right and I'll do it again too! Where am I!?"
The man straightened and flicked his wand and the statue flew from her hands to his. "First of all you might want to put on some clothes before you freeze." Hermione looked down and saw she was clothed only in her sheer silk nightgown. She snatched at a silver robe someone had laid on her bed and wrapped it around herself glowering.
"Who are you?" She growled.
He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and looked her up and down. "My name is Tyan."
"Well Tyan," she spit out his name like it was poison "Where the hell am I and what do you want!?"
"Your in Seacra Castle. I have brought you here to finish the 'Ecrecia' Potion I've started."
Hermione's eyes widened. " 'Ecrecia'.....that'll destroy the whole world."
He shrugged "Only a little."
She gapped "only a-...who are you!?"
He smiled and bowed. "Like I said before I'm Tyan. Voldmort's heir and successor." If he was expecting her to be terrified, he was in for a surprise.
"You're crazy that's what you are!?" Hermione's eyes darted towards the door, but her was blocking it. She decided to chance it and in a flash, she charged him careening into him full force knocking him back. She made a dash for the door and he pulled out his wand and muttered something Hermione didn't even hear, for her head was spinning again and she had fallen to the floor, unconvinced.
Tyan bent down and lifted her up into his arms. This was the great witch grandfather had wanted? This small, lovely little thing. He smirked. Who'd nearly knocked all of his teeth out and threatened to do it again. He spread her out on the bed and let out a sharp bark and a young woman dressed in flimsy rags appeared in the doorway.
"I want food, drink, and clothes brought for her. Then send Lilith up to tend her." The girl stood trembling in the doorway and he growled. "MOVE!" She jumped and scurried out. He turned and looked down at Hermione for a while. He soft kissable lips moved gently as she murmured in her sleep. Kissable? He thought cringing. Where had that come from?
Well it's true, another part of him thought. Look at her. He did. He had been for a quite a while. Her honey brown hair hung in a wave of wild curls all the way to her soft slender waist that flared into curvy hips (been reading to many romance novels out of boredom -.-) He groaned and pushed away. She was an enemy and a hostage. No matter what else she was that first. So why did his chest hurt when he watched her? He turned before he got caught up in her again and strolled out.