'Lights, bright, agonizingly bright. Where am I?' The captive Larka sat up gingerly, but not without a natural born grace. She eyed her surroundings. 'Where am I?' The thought pushed it's way into her aching head. She dimly registered the sounds of a door opening and looked over to where the sound came from. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the face of that blonde haired devil that had taken her to, wherever she was.
"Glad to see your awake" he said, the words slipping smoothly off his tongue. She did nothing but hiss in response. He walked over to her, crossing the brightly lit, stone room in just a few well-placed powerful strides. The half-breed scooted herself up against the wall opposite him and watched him warily. She trusted nobody. Draco edged to but a couple feet in front of her, and then stopped, for she had begun to change. The smooth skin cut coat of black and white (which he now realized was flecked with red and copper brown) had begun to fade, to sink into her body replaced by smooth lightly tanned skin. Her hair (the hair on you heads people!) carried the same colors of her coat, black, strongly highlighted with red and copper brown. He saw she had not appeared naked when she transformed, but was clad in faded jeans and a black, low cut, satin blouse. Her eyes though, still held the life, the spark, the fury he'd seen the previous day. He crouched down in front of her, provoking a tinge of fear to pronounce it's self in the feral hiss that erupted from her mouth. He smiled and reached a hand out to her. "I wont hurt you." He said softly. She did nothing but glare. Draco sighed and stood, turning to walk out her was almost certain he heard her mutter the word 'liar' behind his back. He dismissed this with much needed arrogance and walked out of the room, the simple essence of strength and, well, arrogance.
A week passed with out so much as a hiss from the half-breed-who recently had changed back into the actual half-bred form. Even though she had been shown more kindness in all her years alive in the presence of Draco Malfoy, she still refused to trust him, or to even allow him to hear her voice. She had thinned quite a lot. Refusing to eat the food brought to her. It had gone on for too long. The spirit had almost completely vanished from her eyes. She had resorted to attacking the house elves in a brutal manner when they came in the bring her food. Her eyes now shined now with only anger, and a lust for blood. Draco watched her through a one-way mirror. He scowled; this was not going to work. He waved a hand at one corner of the room and he heard a radio start to play. Using the wand less magic he had learned over the summer he made it play one of his favorite song by a band called 'Stabbing Westward'. The lyrics of 'What do I Have To Do' pulsed through the chamber he kept the half-breed in. She jerked her head up quickly. Her eyes held question. What was this coming from? She liked the tempo, he could see that. He waved his hand again. The song changed to a slower beat, a song by someone he could just barely stand. His mother had found him adorable, Draco simply only listened to him for one song. 'One Voice' rang clearly through the chamber. This time he saw the Larka (cat) start to sing the lyrics. He could hear her voice clearly, strong and clear. Beautiful was the first thought that came to his mind. As the pre-pubescent voice of Billy Gilman faded away, he saw her stand up and walk towards the one way. She looked at the wall curiously, then cocked back her fist and lugged a hard one onto the glass; it shattered the first of 8 layers. Draco jumped back in shock. Gods she was strong! And smart too! The half-breed walked back to the center of the room and sat down smiling smugly. Draco flicked his wrist one last time and the song changed again, this time to a mellower beat. 'Oh god give thanks to Clay Aiken's Invisible' Draco thought carefully. He thought it fit the moment quite well. He turned and walked to the door into the Larka's chamber. "So I see you found the one way." He said calmly. She glared. "Look, I won't waste my time with a mute half-breed that proclaims its self to death! If you are going to cooperate then I will bother with you. If not, you will be given a one way route to the cellar to be forgotten about!" Draco yelled angrily. She watched him, her eyes ticking from head to toe. Draco became slightly self-conscience under her piercing gaze. He shifted his gaze down to the floor and saw her tail flicking back and forth as a cat's tail dose when about to pounce. He waited till she made the move, and she did, a leap as fast as a viper shooting straight toward him. When she did he grabbed her around the waist rolling over onto his side so he could hold her against him. She fought a mighty fight, but Draco had caught her by surprise, she just couldn't get out of his grasp! So she stopped, just went limp and shuffled her body closer to his. Draco felt the submission and gently caressed her abdomen with his left hand, the one that wasn't pinned beneath her. The half-breed started to purr contentedly, but then sensing again where she was and who this was she pulled from his arms and twisted into a Jemima-like seated position a few feet away. Her young eyes watched him questioningly. Draco reached out a hand to caress her cheek. She leaned into his touch, purring softly. She pulled back her eyes now slightly blank. Draco, sensing that this was as far as the breakthrough was going to get today, stood and turned to walk out.
He made it half way across the room when he heard something he hadn't expected to hear for at least a few more weeks. He heard her speak.
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"Glad to see your awake" he said, the words slipping smoothly off his tongue. She did nothing but hiss in response. He walked over to her, crossing the brightly lit, stone room in just a few well-placed powerful strides. The half-breed scooted herself up against the wall opposite him and watched him warily. She trusted nobody. Draco edged to but a couple feet in front of her, and then stopped, for she had begun to change. The smooth skin cut coat of black and white (which he now realized was flecked with red and copper brown) had begun to fade, to sink into her body replaced by smooth lightly tanned skin. Her hair (the hair on you heads people!) carried the same colors of her coat, black, strongly highlighted with red and copper brown. He saw she had not appeared naked when she transformed, but was clad in faded jeans and a black, low cut, satin blouse. Her eyes though, still held the life, the spark, the fury he'd seen the previous day. He crouched down in front of her, provoking a tinge of fear to pronounce it's self in the feral hiss that erupted from her mouth. He smiled and reached a hand out to her. "I wont hurt you." He said softly. She did nothing but glare. Draco sighed and stood, turning to walk out her was almost certain he heard her mutter the word 'liar' behind his back. He dismissed this with much needed arrogance and walked out of the room, the simple essence of strength and, well, arrogance.
A week passed with out so much as a hiss from the half-breed-who recently had changed back into the actual half-bred form. Even though she had been shown more kindness in all her years alive in the presence of Draco Malfoy, she still refused to trust him, or to even allow him to hear her voice. She had thinned quite a lot. Refusing to eat the food brought to her. It had gone on for too long. The spirit had almost completely vanished from her eyes. She had resorted to attacking the house elves in a brutal manner when they came in the bring her food. Her eyes now shined now with only anger, and a lust for blood. Draco watched her through a one-way mirror. He scowled; this was not going to work. He waved a hand at one corner of the room and he heard a radio start to play. Using the wand less magic he had learned over the summer he made it play one of his favorite song by a band called 'Stabbing Westward'. The lyrics of 'What do I Have To Do' pulsed through the chamber he kept the half-breed in. She jerked her head up quickly. Her eyes held question. What was this coming from? She liked the tempo, he could see that. He waved his hand again. The song changed to a slower beat, a song by someone he could just barely stand. His mother had found him adorable, Draco simply only listened to him for one song. 'One Voice' rang clearly through the chamber. This time he saw the Larka (cat) start to sing the lyrics. He could hear her voice clearly, strong and clear. Beautiful was the first thought that came to his mind. As the pre-pubescent voice of Billy Gilman faded away, he saw her stand up and walk towards the one way. She looked at the wall curiously, then cocked back her fist and lugged a hard one onto the glass; it shattered the first of 8 layers. Draco jumped back in shock. Gods she was strong! And smart too! The half-breed walked back to the center of the room and sat down smiling smugly. Draco flicked his wrist one last time and the song changed again, this time to a mellower beat. 'Oh god give thanks to Clay Aiken's Invisible' Draco thought carefully. He thought it fit the moment quite well. He turned and walked to the door into the Larka's chamber. "So I see you found the one way." He said calmly. She glared. "Look, I won't waste my time with a mute half-breed that proclaims its self to death! If you are going to cooperate then I will bother with you. If not, you will be given a one way route to the cellar to be forgotten about!" Draco yelled angrily. She watched him, her eyes ticking from head to toe. Draco became slightly self-conscience under her piercing gaze. He shifted his gaze down to the floor and saw her tail flicking back and forth as a cat's tail dose when about to pounce. He waited till she made the move, and she did, a leap as fast as a viper shooting straight toward him. When she did he grabbed her around the waist rolling over onto his side so he could hold her against him. She fought a mighty fight, but Draco had caught her by surprise, she just couldn't get out of his grasp! So she stopped, just went limp and shuffled her body closer to his. Draco felt the submission and gently caressed her abdomen with his left hand, the one that wasn't pinned beneath her. The half-breed started to purr contentedly, but then sensing again where she was and who this was she pulled from his arms and twisted into a Jemima-like seated position a few feet away. Her young eyes watched him questioningly. Draco reached out a hand to caress her cheek. She leaned into his touch, purring softly. She pulled back her eyes now slightly blank. Draco, sensing that this was as far as the breakthrough was going to get today, stood and turned to walk out.
He made it half way across the room when he heard something he hadn't expected to hear for at least a few more weeks. He heard her speak.
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