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Ch. 12
Lily closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss to come. But it never did. At that moment, the door to the tower was flung open- the couple too busy to notice they'd interrupted anything.
"WHAT THE F*CK!" Lily jumped up, smoothing her shirt and hair down. Severus looked flustered on the couch. She blushed, realizing what had almost happened. Her surprised shriek was still resonating off the walls, which had (thankfully) managed to rouse the couple from their.activities. She turned, ready to run out, when she smacked directly into.
"POTTER!" she was speechless. A minute stretched while she collected her thoughts. "Y,y...you annoying, infuriating, disgusting-"
"Yes, Prick. You told me that earlier, remember?" James sneered. He couldn't believe he had caught lily in, he shuddered to say it, Snapes arms. It was low, even for her. She would have been better off in his - wait, what was he thinking?
At hearing his name, Snape had stood up, his face dark and stormy. Lily looked at the two boys, each glaring with a degree of disgust in his face. Lily groaned inwardly. Why didn't she see something like this coming? What was she thinking, getting in a position like that with Snape in a public area?!?
The girl James had been making out with looked haughtily at Lily, then uneasily as she glanced at Snape, who looked ready to kill. She looked like a Hufflepuff. Maybe one of James' regulars. She opened her mouth where Lily could see a sarcastic comment forming.
But Lily just didn't want to hear it.
She stormed out, slamming the door behind her, her thoughts racing furiously. The nerve of them, all of them! James and his 'friend' for interrupting, Severus for being angry for no good reason. And her! What had she been thinking? She had been running for weeks now and all of a sudden she had stopped because she had fallen in love? What was love, and who was she to experience it? Was she getting stupid? She knew the longer she stayed in one place, the more vulnerable it made her.
She lectured herself on her stupidity as she flung herself down the stairs heading towards the dorms. It had been three days, yet she hadn't even thought of leaving the castle, even though numerous people knew her name. Three days where he could be catching up to her-three days closer to the day when he would make her his. She paled horribly at the thought- the thought of the man that had killed her parents, and had promised her for himself.
When he had rung the doorbell on that fateful evening, she had opened it to find a hopelessly handsome young man with dark hair, and piercing green eyes standing on her doorstep. He had seemed so pleasant when he asked to speak with her parents, though she couldn't say exactly what made him so. His smile was so open, she didn't feel any hesitation to let him sit in the living room while she fetched him. In fact, she had been completely fooled by him, until she heard the screams.
She shuddered at the thought of the screams, shrill, piercing, fading as the blood spilled onto the cream carpet. She had rushed down the stairs two at a time, to see the dashing stranger smile as he licked the blood dripping from his knife. He looked up, his hand outstretched, beckoning her to join him. She stood still. He laughed and walked toward her, his hand still outstretched. She hadn't known what to do, only staring in horror until he had her backed up against a wall. "Such beauty," he had murmured, "even with bloody tears streaming down your face." He reached his hand up to cup her face, his thumb wiping away the tears. "Don't let this upset you." He whispered. She remembered blinking, then stabbing him with the knife attached to his belt. She had stumbled away, pushing debris out of her way, not turning when he called.
"I will find you, my dearest, and then there won't be anywhere to run."
Since that night she hadn't stopped running. She had tried to contact her sister, but Petunia was hateful, and had assured her that she would find no asylum with any member of her family. She had traveled up the English coast, surviving by some miracle of fate, always running, hiding, and thinking about her next move. And what had happened? She had let herself get sidetracked. She sniffed, letting a single tear drop from her eyelashes and stray down her cheek. She wiped it away. It wasn't the time to cry, only the time for one thing.
She had to leave tonight.
Ahh! Oh no! Anyways, I'd really like to thank all of you who reviewed, it makes me super happy. Enjoy the chapter! I'll try to write soon! Chelsea.______
Ch. 12
Lily closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss to come. But it never did. At that moment, the door to the tower was flung open- the couple too busy to notice they'd interrupted anything.
"WHAT THE F*CK!" Lily jumped up, smoothing her shirt and hair down. Severus looked flustered on the couch. She blushed, realizing what had almost happened. Her surprised shriek was still resonating off the walls, which had (thankfully) managed to rouse the couple from their.activities. She turned, ready to run out, when she smacked directly into.
"POTTER!" she was speechless. A minute stretched while she collected her thoughts. "Y,y...you annoying, infuriating, disgusting-"
"Yes, Prick. You told me that earlier, remember?" James sneered. He couldn't believe he had caught lily in, he shuddered to say it, Snapes arms. It was low, even for her. She would have been better off in his - wait, what was he thinking?
At hearing his name, Snape had stood up, his face dark and stormy. Lily looked at the two boys, each glaring with a degree of disgust in his face. Lily groaned inwardly. Why didn't she see something like this coming? What was she thinking, getting in a position like that with Snape in a public area?!?
The girl James had been making out with looked haughtily at Lily, then uneasily as she glanced at Snape, who looked ready to kill. She looked like a Hufflepuff. Maybe one of James' regulars. She opened her mouth where Lily could see a sarcastic comment forming.
But Lily just didn't want to hear it.
She stormed out, slamming the door behind her, her thoughts racing furiously. The nerve of them, all of them! James and his 'friend' for interrupting, Severus for being angry for no good reason. And her! What had she been thinking? She had been running for weeks now and all of a sudden she had stopped because she had fallen in love? What was love, and who was she to experience it? Was she getting stupid? She knew the longer she stayed in one place, the more vulnerable it made her.
She lectured herself on her stupidity as she flung herself down the stairs heading towards the dorms. It had been three days, yet she hadn't even thought of leaving the castle, even though numerous people knew her name. Three days where he could be catching up to her-three days closer to the day when he would make her his. She paled horribly at the thought- the thought of the man that had killed her parents, and had promised her for himself.
When he had rung the doorbell on that fateful evening, she had opened it to find a hopelessly handsome young man with dark hair, and piercing green eyes standing on her doorstep. He had seemed so pleasant when he asked to speak with her parents, though she couldn't say exactly what made him so. His smile was so open, she didn't feel any hesitation to let him sit in the living room while she fetched him. In fact, she had been completely fooled by him, until she heard the screams.
She shuddered at the thought of the screams, shrill, piercing, fading as the blood spilled onto the cream carpet. She had rushed down the stairs two at a time, to see the dashing stranger smile as he licked the blood dripping from his knife. He looked up, his hand outstretched, beckoning her to join him. She stood still. He laughed and walked toward her, his hand still outstretched. She hadn't known what to do, only staring in horror until he had her backed up against a wall. "Such beauty," he had murmured, "even with bloody tears streaming down your face." He reached his hand up to cup her face, his thumb wiping away the tears. "Don't let this upset you." He whispered. She remembered blinking, then stabbing him with the knife attached to his belt. She had stumbled away, pushing debris out of her way, not turning when he called.
"I will find you, my dearest, and then there won't be anywhere to run."
Since that night she hadn't stopped running. She had tried to contact her sister, but Petunia was hateful, and had assured her that she would find no asylum with any member of her family. She had traveled up the English coast, surviving by some miracle of fate, always running, hiding, and thinking about her next move. And what had happened? She had let herself get sidetracked. She sniffed, letting a single tear drop from her eyelashes and stray down her cheek. She wiped it away. It wasn't the time to cry, only the time for one thing.
She had to leave tonight.
Ahh! Oh no! Anyways, I'd really like to thank all of you who reviewed, it makes me super happy. Enjoy the chapter! I'll try to write soon! Chelsea.______