Chapter 12: Devil Blood
It was not Iris that received the initial icy touch of Voldemort's dagger.
Tears streamed down her face as she watched the young wizard writhe in pain against the assault of the sharp steel. His screams were echoing over, and over in her ears.
The dagger traced a line down the center of the man's chest, pausing briefly at his stomach, only to be plunged deeply into his flesh. More screams pierced through the otherwise deadly silence as Voldemort slipped his hand deep inside the dripping wound. The grin the filled every crevice of Voldemort's face sent shivers of revulsion down Iris' back. When Voldemort's hand emerged from its hidden task it held a mass of flesh and blood pulsing in his grasp.
A heart. A heart, still beating. Frozen and clammy with shock Iris watched as Voldemort lay the heart on the table. Iris could not unlock her gaze from the mound of flesh as Voldemort lovingly sliced the organ into two pieces. The graying corpse that was once the young wizard hung limp in its tethers.
A low rumbling laugh erupted from deep within his chest. The thunderous noise made her ears ache. Her body instinctively contracted against the ties that secured her to her place on the table. Panicked she struggled to free herself pulling with all her strength against the ropes. She felt the sharp fibers cutting deeply against her wrist and ankles. She gave more force to her struggle with the harsh restraints ignoring the feel of her own warm drops blood flowing from the cuts.
His laughter grew deeper, and more invasive. "Now, now my dear that will not do at all."
Suddenly he was upon her; leaning his whole body over hers. His sickly face and mouth hovered directly above Iris' own. Her face was white with fear as he tilted his head and hissed lowly at her. At that moment Iris knew there was not evil in the world that this devil would nor harness and make his own, and now she would be a part of that.
His tongue slithered out of his mouth flicking at her lips and sending waves of tremors rumbling through her fragile frame. "Soon my pet you will feel the power, and the elation that comes from ridding the world of the meek and unworthy. The expendable should not be mourned or missed, but eliminated."
She felt him shift his body as one of his hands raised to her face. He still clutched half of the innocent man's heart. He waved it gently over her. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Warm drops of blood fell onto Iris' eyelids as they escaped the grim enclosure of his hand. Iris felt them mingle with her tears. New pulses of revulsion now swept through her as she smelled the cold and foul stench of blood and death pressed so close to her. She was going to throw up again.
Voldemort tightened his grip on the heart sending rivers of blood flowing onto Iris' lips. He leaned farther forward pressing his withered lips into her own, and wrenched her mouth open with his tongue.
The blood dripped inside, filling her mouth to the brim with both the vile substance and his snakelike tongue. The terror of this act put her nausea behind her. He thrust deeper into her mouth somehow catching her tongue in his own pulling it forward, and bit down. Iris screamed into his mouth and he released her. Rising up, and releasing his grip on Iris, Voldemort's laugh mingled deeply with her screams and almost at once Iris felt the cold steel of his dagger ripping through her skin.
His incisions were deep and slow drawing the most pain as possible. He cut a circle around her heart and lifted her skin off of the chosen area. Iris felt herself drift out of consciousness; the pain was too intense. Each time that happened she would feel a jolt of lightening reviving her and hear his foul laughter echoing in the empty room.
The knife plunged into the space between her ribcage, and splitting her apart. Praying for death Iris heard him mutter spells under his breathe and opened her eyes to see him pouring a think silver liquid into her open chest. Unicorn blood.
A searing and explosive pain exploded in her as she tried to scream, but the damage being done to her lungs caused a breathy and raspy moan escape from her lips instead.
"Yes, my pet. I must keep you alive during this. Lucky for you this vital ingredient came wandering radiantly into my presence just the other day. " He leaned over her chest watching with glee as the silver blood covered her heart, and strengthened its rhythm. Once again the twisted laughter filled her ears, and he leaned closer lapping the dripping silver liquid directly off her exposed and pulsing organ.
Iris closed her eyes and concentrated all her being on escape. If she could not achieve physical escape she would at least succeed in the mental kind. She thought of her home, of her friends, of her happy life at Hogwarts, but most of all she thought of Severus. Giving her mind entirely over to the memory of being encased in his heavenly embrace, Iris felt the pain recede from her body. Her mind began to drift away into the safety of the recesses of her own memories.
"NO!" This time he screamed and pounded the table in rage. "You will feel every stroke of my blade and every drop of blood that escapes your body!" Voldemort gripped the sides of her face and stared piercingly into her eyes. His voice came out slow, and drawling like the mangled purr of a cat. "We have only a small way to go pet, and I require your full attention."
Voldemort crept to the side lifting the bottle of unicorn blood to his lips draining it of all its contents. He then held his own wrist over a chalice containing the remnants of the innocent man's heart. Raising the dagger to his own hand he swiftly cut a deep gash and his crazed eyes watched passionately as his blood hit the heart. The chalice began to steam and bubble. He muttered a healing charm and the wound on his hand sealed leaving a small red scar as the only evidence of his action.
He lifted the heart out of the chalice, and squeezed the last droplets of blood from the decaying flesh. Throwing the heart to the side he brought the chalice over to Iris. Locking her eyes in his gaze, he pouring the vile and steaming mixture into her open wound. Iris felt jolts of pain travel through all of her veins. The pain pulsed repeatedly with the beating of her heart. He replaced her severed skin over her wound. The skin slowly reattached itself sealing the potion within her body.
Iris screamed for hours as the foul mixture was pumped through every inch of her body. She felt like tiny hands were crawling through her veins pushing the potion on in its journey. Finally exhausted, and unable to feel anything besides the excruciating pain Iris' body gave in the pain and she fell unconscious on the table. The last thing she heard was the laugh that had tortured her soul throughout the night.
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***** I just really didn't enjoy writing this. I am too much a sucker for happy stuff, but I had to write this. I think it is a little rushed I may go back and embellish/fix it later. I have a feeling i will never feel satisfies with it. I will post a note if it changes at all.
Sinister Papaya Fondue, that review made me laugh! Thanks for reading and reviewing so consistently. Honestly that's amazing to me!
Skye Niall, so glad you like it! Thank you so so much for reviewing! Yea a new reader!
It was not Iris that received the initial icy touch of Voldemort's dagger.
Tears streamed down her face as she watched the young wizard writhe in pain against the assault of the sharp steel. His screams were echoing over, and over in her ears.
The dagger traced a line down the center of the man's chest, pausing briefly at his stomach, only to be plunged deeply into his flesh. More screams pierced through the otherwise deadly silence as Voldemort slipped his hand deep inside the dripping wound. The grin the filled every crevice of Voldemort's face sent shivers of revulsion down Iris' back. When Voldemort's hand emerged from its hidden task it held a mass of flesh and blood pulsing in his grasp.
A heart. A heart, still beating. Frozen and clammy with shock Iris watched as Voldemort lay the heart on the table. Iris could not unlock her gaze from the mound of flesh as Voldemort lovingly sliced the organ into two pieces. The graying corpse that was once the young wizard hung limp in its tethers.
A low rumbling laugh erupted from deep within his chest. The thunderous noise made her ears ache. Her body instinctively contracted against the ties that secured her to her place on the table. Panicked she struggled to free herself pulling with all her strength against the ropes. She felt the sharp fibers cutting deeply against her wrist and ankles. She gave more force to her struggle with the harsh restraints ignoring the feel of her own warm drops blood flowing from the cuts.
His laughter grew deeper, and more invasive. "Now, now my dear that will not do at all."
Suddenly he was upon her; leaning his whole body over hers. His sickly face and mouth hovered directly above Iris' own. Her face was white with fear as he tilted his head and hissed lowly at her. At that moment Iris knew there was not evil in the world that this devil would nor harness and make his own, and now she would be a part of that.
His tongue slithered out of his mouth flicking at her lips and sending waves of tremors rumbling through her fragile frame. "Soon my pet you will feel the power, and the elation that comes from ridding the world of the meek and unworthy. The expendable should not be mourned or missed, but eliminated."
She felt him shift his body as one of his hands raised to her face. He still clutched half of the innocent man's heart. He waved it gently over her. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Warm drops of blood fell onto Iris' eyelids as they escaped the grim enclosure of his hand. Iris felt them mingle with her tears. New pulses of revulsion now swept through her as she smelled the cold and foul stench of blood and death pressed so close to her. She was going to throw up again.
Voldemort tightened his grip on the heart sending rivers of blood flowing onto Iris' lips. He leaned farther forward pressing his withered lips into her own, and wrenched her mouth open with his tongue.
The blood dripped inside, filling her mouth to the brim with both the vile substance and his snakelike tongue. The terror of this act put her nausea behind her. He thrust deeper into her mouth somehow catching her tongue in his own pulling it forward, and bit down. Iris screamed into his mouth and he released her. Rising up, and releasing his grip on Iris, Voldemort's laugh mingled deeply with her screams and almost at once Iris felt the cold steel of his dagger ripping through her skin.
His incisions were deep and slow drawing the most pain as possible. He cut a circle around her heart and lifted her skin off of the chosen area. Iris felt herself drift out of consciousness; the pain was too intense. Each time that happened she would feel a jolt of lightening reviving her and hear his foul laughter echoing in the empty room.
The knife plunged into the space between her ribcage, and splitting her apart. Praying for death Iris heard him mutter spells under his breathe and opened her eyes to see him pouring a think silver liquid into her open chest. Unicorn blood.
A searing and explosive pain exploded in her as she tried to scream, but the damage being done to her lungs caused a breathy and raspy moan escape from her lips instead.
"Yes, my pet. I must keep you alive during this. Lucky for you this vital ingredient came wandering radiantly into my presence just the other day. " He leaned over her chest watching with glee as the silver blood covered her heart, and strengthened its rhythm. Once again the twisted laughter filled her ears, and he leaned closer lapping the dripping silver liquid directly off her exposed and pulsing organ.
Iris closed her eyes and concentrated all her being on escape. If she could not achieve physical escape she would at least succeed in the mental kind. She thought of her home, of her friends, of her happy life at Hogwarts, but most of all she thought of Severus. Giving her mind entirely over to the memory of being encased in his heavenly embrace, Iris felt the pain recede from her body. Her mind began to drift away into the safety of the recesses of her own memories.
"NO!" This time he screamed and pounded the table in rage. "You will feel every stroke of my blade and every drop of blood that escapes your body!" Voldemort gripped the sides of her face and stared piercingly into her eyes. His voice came out slow, and drawling like the mangled purr of a cat. "We have only a small way to go pet, and I require your full attention."
Voldemort crept to the side lifting the bottle of unicorn blood to his lips draining it of all its contents. He then held his own wrist over a chalice containing the remnants of the innocent man's heart. Raising the dagger to his own hand he swiftly cut a deep gash and his crazed eyes watched passionately as his blood hit the heart. The chalice began to steam and bubble. He muttered a healing charm and the wound on his hand sealed leaving a small red scar as the only evidence of his action.
He lifted the heart out of the chalice, and squeezed the last droplets of blood from the decaying flesh. Throwing the heart to the side he brought the chalice over to Iris. Locking her eyes in his gaze, he pouring the vile and steaming mixture into her open wound. Iris felt jolts of pain travel through all of her veins. The pain pulsed repeatedly with the beating of her heart. He replaced her severed skin over her wound. The skin slowly reattached itself sealing the potion within her body.
Iris screamed for hours as the foul mixture was pumped through every inch of her body. She felt like tiny hands were crawling through her veins pushing the potion on in its journey. Finally exhausted, and unable to feel anything besides the excruciating pain Iris' body gave in the pain and she fell unconscious on the table. The last thing she heard was the laugh that had tortured her soul throughout the night.
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***** I just really didn't enjoy writing this. I am too much a sucker for happy stuff, but I had to write this. I think it is a little rushed I may go back and embellish/fix it later. I have a feeling i will never feel satisfies with it. I will post a note if it changes at all.
Sinister Papaya Fondue, that review made me laugh! Thanks for reading and reviewing so consistently. Honestly that's amazing to me!
Skye Niall, so glad you like it! Thank you so so much for reviewing! Yea a new reader!