Bride of the Devil

By Spectra Angel

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Chapter 3: Meet Jessica Riddle

Erika Smith had woken up late for school again. This had been the third time of this week. She didn't know why but this had started when she had barely turned sixteen years old. She didn't know why but she kept hearing voices of a man with a serpentine voice. Like if he needed her right now, by his side.

Nevertheless, she didn't seem to care. Erika had always thought of herself being superior than others. She was not part of anyone's life in the wizarding world. But as far as her parents were apprehensive, she was just another unpretentious, average American girl.

Nonetheless, she was not normal. Erika was far too extraordinary. She was strange. Royalty in the world of magic had ruled for she was actually Jessica Riddle, the daughter of the Dark Lord Voldemort. If her identity were known, witches and wizards around the world would fear her.

Although, she had not been found for sixteen years. Even if she was not known and found in the wizarding world she was popular where she lived at, New York.

She was gorgeous. Her hair was short and dark as ebony. She was short and had a body that would not quit (as all the boys would say). Her eyes were dark green as the fresh leaves of a tree. She had never received a bad grade and had dated many guys before.

"Oh shit!! I'm late again!!" Erika shouted loudly.

"Erika, your going to be late again!!" a voice with a heavy New York accent said outside of the room.

"Damn!! I just hate it when this happens!!" she went downstairs and grabbed apiece of toast with milk. She drank the milk as fast as she could and went downstairs. She had suddenly remembered something. She went back in to her room and started looking for something hurriedly.

"Mom!! Do you remembered where I put my English Text Book?!" she yelled.

No one answered. "Mom!?" again no one answered.

"Mom!! Come on answer me!!" Erika was now getting frustrated. 'Why doesn't she answer me?' she thought madly.

"MOM!! Come on, answer me dammit!!" again her mother did not answer. Something was wrong. Not also did her mother not answered back but the whole house was dead quiet.

'Okay. This has to be a joke. Right' Erika was now getting scared.

She headed to the kitchen where her mother had been calling her before. She suddenly noticed something wrong. The kitchen's lights were turned off and he heard a rather strange noise. Like footsteps.

"Mom? Are you there? Answer me please" she replied, her voice full of anxiety.

Another footstep. "Whose there?" Again no one answered.

"Mom? Is that you?" Jessica's angered had faded and only fear came to her. She ran her hands on the floor and tried to look for something, like a bat or a baseball. She had found something round and hard on the ground.

'Yes! A baseball!' she grabbed it quickly and ran her hands on the wall. She was looking for the light switch.

As soon as she reached it, she clicked it on and the lights came back. She looked around the room and gasped. No one was in there and everything was in order.

"Mom? Where are you? This isn't funny anymore Mom!" she shuddered violently.

She turned around to face the entrance door but someone was already behind her. It was a person but was draped in a cloak. Erika didn't know if it was a man or a woman. However this person was shorter than an average man.

Erika was shocked and scared. She clutched the baseball harder in her grasp not noticing that she had a useful tool in her hands.

"Come with me" It was a male.

"Who the fuck are you!" Erika shouted.

"It doesn't matter!! Just come with me!!" the man seemed to be in a hurry for his voice was proving so.

"Fuck no!! What? You think I'm stupid or something!! I'm not going with you" she seemed madder than scared.

"You have to come with me!! I don't have your time" the man made an attempt to grab Erika. But she flinched from his cold touch. She frowned and shouted, "Fuck no!! Now who are you, motherfucker??!!"

The small man looked tired and furious. He sighed and looked at Erika calmly.

"I'm Wormatail but my real name is Peter Petegrew. Are you happy now? You have to come with me if no-"

"Why? Why do I have to go with you? And why are you in my house?!"

"You have to. Your father is waiting in his lair. Now come with me, or your father will be mad at us"

"My f-f-f-father? But my mother said-" Erika had completely forgotten about her mother.

"Where's my mother?" she asked shakily. She hoped whoever that man was didn't harm her mother, nor would he?

"Dead? Now lets go!! I don't have your time!" the man named 'Wormtail' seemed impatient.

"W-w-w-What? Dead? B-b-b-" her eyes were getting watery all of the sudden.

"That doesn't matter!! She's a Muggle and you're a pureblooded witch!! Now come on!!"

"My moms a what? I'm a what?" now she thought this man was just loco.

"Ok, that's it!! Your father told me to bring you him whether you like it or not. So I guess using a little bit of magic isn't going to harm anyone!?"

Erika raised her eyebrows. 'Where the fuck did this man come from?' She made her way to the door and probably tried to get some help but a man had freed what looked like a stick.

Erika paused and looked at the man for a while. 'What is a stick going to do to me? I knew this man was fuckin' crazy!!!'

But the short man pointed the 'stick' to her chest and murmured a spell. Snake like cords were shot out of the tip of the 'stick' and were tied around the girl's hands and legs. She was tied up and scared.

She didn't know what was going on and started screaming hysterically.

"SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!!! SOMEBODY!! PLEASE!!"

The man murmured another spell and this time the girl was levitated. He walked to where the fireplace was at and placed his hands in his pocket. He withdrew it and in his hand was something green. Like powder. He threw it in the fireplace and shouted.

"The Dark Lord's Lair!" Suddenly a huge green fire emerged out of nowhere and the man stepped forward and so did Erika.

Erika couldn't believe any of this. But before her eyes, the young girl and the man were transported to a dark and cold room.

"Finally she has arrived" came a high-pitched voice. Erika felt warmth to these words, like familiar. She didn't know was about to happen.