I love war. Their eyes close, and bodies flop to the ground and I smile. I
love watching them die. Slowly. Painfully. It's what I now live for. The
blood of another. A pure, Natural high from killing human beings. I pull
out my wand, and mutter spells even the most evil wizards dare not speak.
I laugh when they fall like mice at the hands of a cat. I love watching the blood, and pain of it all. It reminds me why I was created. It reminds me why I'm still alive.
I scream out words that I never understand, hissing pain when the spells hit my back. I love it. The smell of war, of death, of righting of ways. I love it all.
I turn around and see the face that reminds me of hot nights and cold stares. Severus.
"Potter." He whispers name still fresh on his dieing lips. I see blood and I hate it. Blood of my lover. He is dieing. I drop my wand and jump out to catch him before he falls. Into my arms the limp body collapses. My breath is caught in my throat. I dare not breathe.
"Always the Hero potter.Always..." Snape says, words sounding as pitiful as he looks. I push the robes away the newly received wound. He hisses and grabs my hand. "Kill me. " His breaths. I act as though I didn't hear. "Kill me, or I'll kill you. " He says.
I look into his eyes and know It's not true but even in death his glare is more powerful then Voldermort himself. I let my hand wrap around his neck and pull his face to mine in a ruff kiss. I taste bitter words pouring from Snapes mouth, followed by an eager tongue but neither of us care when it is not heard. I let him fall back to my chest gently and kiss him once more, feeling his lips lighter then a petal of a newly formed flower.
His eyes close. "Kill me." He says again. I laugh. Then carefully I take my hand and wrap it around his neck as though I will kiss him again. He groans. "Do it potter, damnit!" He hisses. I reply with a swift movement of my hand followed by a loud crack.
His neck falls loosely away from his body. Looking half like a rag doll. I stand up and let him fall to the ground. His black robe blows in the wind. My Sliver robe blows as well. My enemy, my lover. I hate War. I love Severus.
I laugh when they fall like mice at the hands of a cat. I love watching the blood, and pain of it all. It reminds me why I was created. It reminds me why I'm still alive.
I scream out words that I never understand, hissing pain when the spells hit my back. I love it. The smell of war, of death, of righting of ways. I love it all.
I turn around and see the face that reminds me of hot nights and cold stares. Severus.
"Potter." He whispers name still fresh on his dieing lips. I see blood and I hate it. Blood of my lover. He is dieing. I drop my wand and jump out to catch him before he falls. Into my arms the limp body collapses. My breath is caught in my throat. I dare not breathe.
"Always the Hero potter.Always..." Snape says, words sounding as pitiful as he looks. I push the robes away the newly received wound. He hisses and grabs my hand. "Kill me. " His breaths. I act as though I didn't hear. "Kill me, or I'll kill you. " He says.
I look into his eyes and know It's not true but even in death his glare is more powerful then Voldermort himself. I let my hand wrap around his neck and pull his face to mine in a ruff kiss. I taste bitter words pouring from Snapes mouth, followed by an eager tongue but neither of us care when it is not heard. I let him fall back to my chest gently and kiss him once more, feeling his lips lighter then a petal of a newly formed flower.
His eyes close. "Kill me." He says again. I laugh. Then carefully I take my hand and wrap it around his neck as though I will kiss him again. He groans. "Do it potter, damnit!" He hisses. I reply with a swift movement of my hand followed by a loud crack.
His neck falls loosely away from his body. Looking half like a rag doll. I stand up and let him fall to the ground. His black robe blows in the wind. My Sliver robe blows as well. My enemy, my lover. I hate War. I love Severus.