Chapter Three: Seventy Times Seven
"He got on to the bed, and wrenched open the lattice, bursting, as he pulled at it, into an uncontrollable passion of tears.
'Come in! come in!' he sobbed. 'Cathy, do come." Chapter Three, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.
Lilith was dreaming again, though she would hardly say it was a pleasant dream. She was dreaming of the skull and snake hanging in the sky and branded onto its servants arms. She was dreaming of its servants in masks torturing and murdering defenceless women. She was dreaming of her mother, eyes vacant and body lifeless, crucified in her own home. She was dreaming of the blood on her hands and the pungent smell of decay. She was dreaming of the man who raped her mother, the man who fathered her. The man of skull and snake.
His gaze caught her own and she found she could no longer move. Her feet did not obey her; he exuded his power over her and beckoned her to him. Lilith's dream self moved unconsciously to the man despite her protests and soon she was by his side. His cold clammy hands touched her pale skin and he smiled, wickedly, at her. Lilith trembled with both fear and rage; she felt like she did not possess her own body- that she was powerless to him.
"And now I have murdered your mother, what will you do now? Learn magic? Seek revenge? Kill me? Well, Lilith Thom's son, I am waiting." He leered at her as she gritted her teeth together but found herself answering him.
"Yes,"
"Yes what? You'll kill me?"
"Yes,"
"Then I look forward to it 'daughter', I look forward to breaking you." And he leaned forward; breath foul and teeth pointed, and kissed her on the forehead.
Lilith woke screaming in pain, the windows in the room reverberated and shattered, glass falling to the floor. Three people ran in and one bustled after them. The bustling matron went to the girl and tried to stop her screaming, seeing which remedy would cure this strange malady. The others, one she already knew as the Headmaster, watched as the woman attempted to calm Lilith down. A strong sedative soon quietened her as she fell into a silent and dreamless slumber and left two of the four mystified as to what had happened.
The Headmaster turned to one of his former pupils and his current potions teacher who looked at the girl in silent contemplation. The matron who apparently was a natural bustler, fussed over the girl and tended to the cuts the girl had managed to inflict on herself. And the last of the four, the matriarch Deputy Headmistress frowned and turned her hard gaze to the older and senior wizard.
"Do you think this is wise Albus? Allowing It to attend here can only cause trouble, It has already done so and what if this happened when students are present. How will we explain it to them?" The blatantly Scottish woman asked, irritated by the wiser but foolish Headmaster.
"She is not an it!" The dark and sullen teacher said with a tone of bitterness, which was so unlike of him and his kind nature!
"Minerva, this is a very delicate matter. Would you let Lilith, that is Her name so do use it, go? Would you have her on the streets? She has nowhere else to go and the only person she has left is her father." Minerva at this statement made a face of fear and reluctance but despite Severus's clenched hands, the Headmaster proceeded. "It is preferable that she stay here and learn and hopefully she will remain with us. I made mistakes with her father but I shall not repeat that again Minerva. We will accept her, she will not live to fear nor hate us. Do you want History to repeat itself, for another generation to live in fear?" Albus asked his deputy gravely.
"No but I would rather not have It... Her at the school at all. It... She will bring trouble Albus, mark my words." Minerva said twitching in aggravation.
"And I thought you didn't believe in Divination, Minerva." Severus shot at the grumpy Gryffindor head. Minerva decided to ignore his acidic comment and glowered instead at Albus.
"I won't like it Albus but if she stays then she stays. But just remember what I warned Albus. Heed my words."
"I will and I do Minerva, but it is for the best." Albus said and added silently as an afterthought. 'I hope.'
Lilith opened her eyes after they had all left. They didn't want her here then, well that was fine with her. She stared out the window angrily and shivered as something cold kissed her forehead. In the exact same spot that He had kissed her. Lilith wrapped her arms around herself and waited.
She wouldn't run.
Lilith stayed.
"He got on to the bed, and wrenched open the lattice, bursting, as he pulled at it, into an uncontrollable passion of tears.
'Come in! come in!' he sobbed. 'Cathy, do come." Chapter Three, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.
Lilith was dreaming again, though she would hardly say it was a pleasant dream. She was dreaming of the skull and snake hanging in the sky and branded onto its servants arms. She was dreaming of its servants in masks torturing and murdering defenceless women. She was dreaming of her mother, eyes vacant and body lifeless, crucified in her own home. She was dreaming of the blood on her hands and the pungent smell of decay. She was dreaming of the man who raped her mother, the man who fathered her. The man of skull and snake.
His gaze caught her own and she found she could no longer move. Her feet did not obey her; he exuded his power over her and beckoned her to him. Lilith's dream self moved unconsciously to the man despite her protests and soon she was by his side. His cold clammy hands touched her pale skin and he smiled, wickedly, at her. Lilith trembled with both fear and rage; she felt like she did not possess her own body- that she was powerless to him.
"And now I have murdered your mother, what will you do now? Learn magic? Seek revenge? Kill me? Well, Lilith Thom's son, I am waiting." He leered at her as she gritted her teeth together but found herself answering him.
"Yes,"
"Yes what? You'll kill me?"
"Yes,"
"Then I look forward to it 'daughter', I look forward to breaking you." And he leaned forward; breath foul and teeth pointed, and kissed her on the forehead.
Lilith woke screaming in pain, the windows in the room reverberated and shattered, glass falling to the floor. Three people ran in and one bustled after them. The bustling matron went to the girl and tried to stop her screaming, seeing which remedy would cure this strange malady. The others, one she already knew as the Headmaster, watched as the woman attempted to calm Lilith down. A strong sedative soon quietened her as she fell into a silent and dreamless slumber and left two of the four mystified as to what had happened.
The Headmaster turned to one of his former pupils and his current potions teacher who looked at the girl in silent contemplation. The matron who apparently was a natural bustler, fussed over the girl and tended to the cuts the girl had managed to inflict on herself. And the last of the four, the matriarch Deputy Headmistress frowned and turned her hard gaze to the older and senior wizard.
"Do you think this is wise Albus? Allowing It to attend here can only cause trouble, It has already done so and what if this happened when students are present. How will we explain it to them?" The blatantly Scottish woman asked, irritated by the wiser but foolish Headmaster.
"She is not an it!" The dark and sullen teacher said with a tone of bitterness, which was so unlike of him and his kind nature!
"Minerva, this is a very delicate matter. Would you let Lilith, that is Her name so do use it, go? Would you have her on the streets? She has nowhere else to go and the only person she has left is her father." Minerva at this statement made a face of fear and reluctance but despite Severus's clenched hands, the Headmaster proceeded. "It is preferable that she stay here and learn and hopefully she will remain with us. I made mistakes with her father but I shall not repeat that again Minerva. We will accept her, she will not live to fear nor hate us. Do you want History to repeat itself, for another generation to live in fear?" Albus asked his deputy gravely.
"No but I would rather not have It... Her at the school at all. It... She will bring trouble Albus, mark my words." Minerva said twitching in aggravation.
"And I thought you didn't believe in Divination, Minerva." Severus shot at the grumpy Gryffindor head. Minerva decided to ignore his acidic comment and glowered instead at Albus.
"I won't like it Albus but if she stays then she stays. But just remember what I warned Albus. Heed my words."
"I will and I do Minerva, but it is for the best." Albus said and added silently as an afterthought. 'I hope.'
Lilith opened her eyes after they had all left. They didn't want her here then, well that was fine with her. She stared out the window angrily and shivered as something cold kissed her forehead. In the exact same spot that He had kissed her. Lilith wrapped her arms around herself and waited.
She wouldn't run.
Lilith stayed.
