Crucify My Love
Rating: R
Pairings: Draco/Lucius, mention of Severus/Lucius
Warnings: Slash and Incest
Chapter 3: Bleed Black
Livindagclife: Thanks so much, you are such a sweet and inspiring reviewer. ^_^
Chrysler: Here is the continuation. ^_^
Brody Star: Thanks so much. Sorry the update took so long. .
The last few rays from the fading sun diminished behind the overbearingly bright horizon, another empty night claiming the Malfoy Manor. The master bedroom was completely silent as Narcissa Malfoy paced slowly over the plush crimson carpet which lay upon the floor of the immensely opulent room. She stopped in front of the mantel of the large fire place, whose marble had been carved into a silver serpent design, and her violet eyes darkened with animosity as they fell upon a picture of Lucius and herself which had been placed on the mantel's edge. This very significant picture was of herself and her husband on their wedding day, an event which was publicly known as a day of happiness, of joy; a splendid affair of love, compassion and commitment.
But to Narcissa, the photo of her wedding only represented a fierce shattering of such love and passion, a pure fragment of joy that had been forever crushed. At her own hands, perhaps? There was no denying that the mere thought of causing her husband misery brought a satisfied smile to her face.
All of the riches that the world had to offer were meant to be hers, as, descending from a pure blood line, she should have been given her rightful inheritance . And Lucius, the blonde pure-blooded wizard, was to be her husband. She would have had it all.
But Lucius never loved her... Hell, she had never loved him either. But that didn't matter in the great scheme of things; sustaining aristocratic blood had not a thing to do with this emotion referred to as love, and unions between two people were to be made out of obligation alone. But as the years passed, Lucius had become increasingly unfaithful to her, at least in the sense of not being faithful to the part, or rather, the role, in life that he was destined to play. And his role was of an obedient death eater who had no emotions, nothing to hold him back or cause him to second guess himself. But it was on the night of their wedding that Narcissa saw this illusion come crashing down.
***
{------22 years ago-------}
A low, guttural cry resounded through the dusty, shadowed room; an utter completion had been achieved by both of the men in the darkened library. After a few gasps, the light-haired one rested his head against the equally pale-skinned shoulder of the dark-haired one. After softly and tenderly removing himself from the other man, Lucius Malfoy rested his head against his slightly damp temple.
"Tomorrow is your wedding day–"
"Shh! Don't speak of such things.... I wish not to recall the rest of the world. Let reality sleep for a little longer."
"I need you..."
A sigh.
"My beloved. Your love is like that of a bloody rose. Crimson heaps falling into velvety petals, consuming and thrashing, beating upon the depths of my tattered heart."
"I never took you to be a poet, Luc."
The blonde-haired boy bit playfully into his lover's pale shoulder. His eyes seeming to be orbs in which shards of icy water were contained. Cloudy, blue discs of ice, breaking into sharp pieces in front of his lover.
"Time passes so quickly. I want to go away. I need you as well. I love you. I need to love you because I cannot suppress these emotions. But they make me feel them, they make me and it hurts me. I don't want to leave, I want you to take away the pain. Don't let them take me. I want to stay," Lucius mourned in a torrent of lament rushing through his lungs, suffocating him with gusts of misery.
The dark man opened his mouth to respond, but, upon hearing a noise which came from the opposite side of the room, he closed it quickly.
Violet eyes glowing with untamable anger gleamed from the darkened doorway of the dusky room. Suppressing an angry hiss at the scene that lay before her, Narcissa placed a satisfied, evil smirk upon her pale lips, a veil masking her cold countenance. Not bothering to conceal the malice in her sickly sweet, sugared-coated voice, she entered the room.
"What do we have here?"
Both men jumped apart, utter disgust evident in one man's face, pure terror within the other's. The latter of the two was the 7th year student Severus Snape; he was easily recognizable despite the pieces dark hair which were strewn and matted across the sallow and pale skin of his face. He continued to move away from the imposing Narcissa until his back hit the against the towering bookcase of the woman's library.
"Severus," she whispered faintly, bitterness laced within her words, "you shall never see my fiancé, or, as he will be in a few hours, my husband, again. He will make sure of that."
As she hissed these words, she raised one arm slightly, allowing the opulent material of its sleeve to fall back and revealing the sinister dark mark which had been burned into her skin. The dark-haired Slytherin visibly winced at the sight, and though he hadn't quite acknowledged her threat, the defeat in his eyes told of his submission to her. Severus hadn't the strength to dare oppose Voldemort, the Dark Lord. And, glancing sadly at his lover, he knew that Lucius had even less of the courage to do so.
Lucius, heir of Mortimer Malfoy, had always been a beautiful child. His grey-blue eyes, glossy, white-blonde hair, and aristocratic features were all telling traits of his high breeding. His skin was beautiful, and of an icy porcelain hue.
But porcelain is delicate, and it can break. Lucius had passion and heart, but he was also weak. In the physical sense, he was average, but only average and because of this fact, Mortimer Malfoy wouldn't dare allow his son to apear average. It had been an act of rebellion indeed when Lucius became seeker of the Slytherin quidditch team; he had done it merely to beat James Potter at his own beloved game, and it was also a way to retaliate against the teasing that Potter and his Gryffindor cronies would inflict upon his best friend and lover, Severus Snape. In any case, this isn't the sort of weakness that Lucius had; his weakness was far worse.
He felt, he loved, he needed, he craved, and his control over all of these things was minimal. He became stronger after years of training himself to be hard and cold, but these emotions never truly went away, and he was forced to hide it all from the world, and hide it he did. By his 7th year at school, Lucius was strong, indestructible; or, so his facade led others to believe him to be. He would only allow this mask to slip, to fall and to shatter onto the cold ground when Severus was with him. But still, fragile porcelain can only hide so much. The glossy material, glossy as Lucius' own pale hair, can reflect many secrets and hidden desires, and Narcissa could see these things better than anyone else. She could see his weakness.
Staring at the trembling form of the man right now, she could see his weakness once again. The way his eyes darkened in trepidation upon facing the horrid, burned flesh on her forearm. The resentment and destroyed hope that lingered in his smoky eyes, wisps of shattered expectations.
"And on the day before our wedding, my love? I wonder how you got him into my lovely home. Hmm, never mind, I don't think I care to know," she said these words with no traces of malice left, only stolid amusement.
Her graceful, pale arms reached for the dusty heap of Severus's clothing, and she picked them up and eyed them disdainfully.
"Severus," she spoke calmly to him while holding out the pile of clothing, "We shall both see you at Death Eater gatherings and such. Besides this... I never want to see you again, nor will my beloved Lucius."
Severus opened his mouth slightly as if to protest her words, to say something, anything, in order to prevent this unspoken ultimatum from wreaking its havoc upon them, but he was soon quieted by the sight of that evil dark mark and the venom embedded in Narcissa's eyes. With a whisper of defeat gracing his own raven eyes, Severus got up, took his clothing and dissapparted out of the room, leaving the vicious woman and furious man behind.
Lucius could put no words forth that could even attempt to express his frustrations against Narcissa and the fateful situation she had put him in. So instead, he raised an angry hand and slapped the haughty woman standing before him. Falling back, a fierce line of crimson appearing on the cheek in which his hand can come into contact with, she laughed a hollow laugh, hauntingly filling the expanse of the dusty library.
Not yet done inflicting physical pain upon Narcissa, Lucius firmly grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the cold marble door frame. She only laughed in a distasteful manner, a sinister smile gracing her lips.
Spotting the silver moisture within his light eyes, her crimson lips curled into a daunting smirk.
"You're so pathetic. If it weren't for your family line I would be utterly disgusted with this marriage that will occur tomorrow."
Once more he shoved her against the wall, her blonde head crashing against the marble doorframe with a sickening thud. A small stream of scarlet fell down from her scalp, flowing across her cheek and dripping lightly from her pointed chin.
"You disgust me! I will be your husband and you will not speak to me in such ways! I will not tolerate such disrespect," Lucius continued to shout though his voice had grown hoarse and he was now unable to hide his misery from beneath the folds of his interminable anger.
Narcissa only responded to his outburst with a satisfied smile and a few words.
"You are weak, Lucius." She traced her fingers lightly across his cheek, "You'll break one day, and when you do I will be there smiling ever so happily at you."
***
She smiled once again at the memory, all her anger at his petty betrayals quickly washing away. Those bitter memories had a sweet edge to them, a refreshing and calming feeling in the mere fact of remembering the pain inflicted unto her shattered husband. Her crimson lips curled into a taunting smirk which slowly dissolved into an expression of anxiety as a loud noise exploded from the ivory, floor length mirror which rested in the corner of the shadowed room. However, the anxiety was soon pacified, and her violet eyes exuded solemn understanding. Her master was there, his cold and frightening smile adding to the dreary surroundings.
Blood scarlet eyes stared relentlessly at the pale and vivacious woman in the center of the abandoned room, momentarily obscured by a mist of ashes and smoke. Serpentine lips twisted into a purely sinister smile, and a small, choked laugh escaped from the thin and daunting slit of a mouth. Voldemort was here.
Violet eyes lowered to the plush ground along with a head bowed in respect.
"My Lord..."
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I am exploring the inside
I find it desolate
I do implore these confines
Now as they penetrate, "recreate me"
I'm hovering throughout time
I crumble in these days
I crumble, I cannot find reflection in these days
If you listen, listen close
Beat-by-beat you can hear when my heart stops
I saved the pieces when it broke
And ground them all to dust
I am destroyed by the inside
I disassociate
I hope to destroy the outside
It will alleviate and elevate me
Like water flowing through lungs
I'm flowing in these days
As morphine tears through deadened veins
I'm numbing in these days
I know what died that night
It can never be brought back to life once again
I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life
Once again I know
~@~@~@~@~@~@~
"Bleed Black" By AFI
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Rating: R
Pairings: Draco/Lucius, mention of Severus/Lucius
Warnings: Slash and Incest
Chapter 3: Bleed Black
Livindagclife: Thanks so much, you are such a sweet and inspiring reviewer. ^_^
Chrysler: Here is the continuation. ^_^
Brody Star: Thanks so much. Sorry the update took so long. .
The last few rays from the fading sun diminished behind the overbearingly bright horizon, another empty night claiming the Malfoy Manor. The master bedroom was completely silent as Narcissa Malfoy paced slowly over the plush crimson carpet which lay upon the floor of the immensely opulent room. She stopped in front of the mantel of the large fire place, whose marble had been carved into a silver serpent design, and her violet eyes darkened with animosity as they fell upon a picture of Lucius and herself which had been placed on the mantel's edge. This very significant picture was of herself and her husband on their wedding day, an event which was publicly known as a day of happiness, of joy; a splendid affair of love, compassion and commitment.
But to Narcissa, the photo of her wedding only represented a fierce shattering of such love and passion, a pure fragment of joy that had been forever crushed. At her own hands, perhaps? There was no denying that the mere thought of causing her husband misery brought a satisfied smile to her face.
All of the riches that the world had to offer were meant to be hers, as, descending from a pure blood line, she should have been given her rightful inheritance . And Lucius, the blonde pure-blooded wizard, was to be her husband. She would have had it all.
But Lucius never loved her... Hell, she had never loved him either. But that didn't matter in the great scheme of things; sustaining aristocratic blood had not a thing to do with this emotion referred to as love, and unions between two people were to be made out of obligation alone. But as the years passed, Lucius had become increasingly unfaithful to her, at least in the sense of not being faithful to the part, or rather, the role, in life that he was destined to play. And his role was of an obedient death eater who had no emotions, nothing to hold him back or cause him to second guess himself. But it was on the night of their wedding that Narcissa saw this illusion come crashing down.
***
{------22 years ago-------}
A low, guttural cry resounded through the dusty, shadowed room; an utter completion had been achieved by both of the men in the darkened library. After a few gasps, the light-haired one rested his head against the equally pale-skinned shoulder of the dark-haired one. After softly and tenderly removing himself from the other man, Lucius Malfoy rested his head against his slightly damp temple.
"Tomorrow is your wedding day–"
"Shh! Don't speak of such things.... I wish not to recall the rest of the world. Let reality sleep for a little longer."
"I need you..."
A sigh.
"My beloved. Your love is like that of a bloody rose. Crimson heaps falling into velvety petals, consuming and thrashing, beating upon the depths of my tattered heart."
"I never took you to be a poet, Luc."
The blonde-haired boy bit playfully into his lover's pale shoulder. His eyes seeming to be orbs in which shards of icy water were contained. Cloudy, blue discs of ice, breaking into sharp pieces in front of his lover.
"Time passes so quickly. I want to go away. I need you as well. I love you. I need to love you because I cannot suppress these emotions. But they make me feel them, they make me and it hurts me. I don't want to leave, I want you to take away the pain. Don't let them take me. I want to stay," Lucius mourned in a torrent of lament rushing through his lungs, suffocating him with gusts of misery.
The dark man opened his mouth to respond, but, upon hearing a noise which came from the opposite side of the room, he closed it quickly.
Violet eyes glowing with untamable anger gleamed from the darkened doorway of the dusky room. Suppressing an angry hiss at the scene that lay before her, Narcissa placed a satisfied, evil smirk upon her pale lips, a veil masking her cold countenance. Not bothering to conceal the malice in her sickly sweet, sugared-coated voice, she entered the room.
"What do we have here?"
Both men jumped apart, utter disgust evident in one man's face, pure terror within the other's. The latter of the two was the 7th year student Severus Snape; he was easily recognizable despite the pieces dark hair which were strewn and matted across the sallow and pale skin of his face. He continued to move away from the imposing Narcissa until his back hit the against the towering bookcase of the woman's library.
"Severus," she whispered faintly, bitterness laced within her words, "you shall never see my fiancé, or, as he will be in a few hours, my husband, again. He will make sure of that."
As she hissed these words, she raised one arm slightly, allowing the opulent material of its sleeve to fall back and revealing the sinister dark mark which had been burned into her skin. The dark-haired Slytherin visibly winced at the sight, and though he hadn't quite acknowledged her threat, the defeat in his eyes told of his submission to her. Severus hadn't the strength to dare oppose Voldemort, the Dark Lord. And, glancing sadly at his lover, he knew that Lucius had even less of the courage to do so.
Lucius, heir of Mortimer Malfoy, had always been a beautiful child. His grey-blue eyes, glossy, white-blonde hair, and aristocratic features were all telling traits of his high breeding. His skin was beautiful, and of an icy porcelain hue.
But porcelain is delicate, and it can break. Lucius had passion and heart, but he was also weak. In the physical sense, he was average, but only average and because of this fact, Mortimer Malfoy wouldn't dare allow his son to apear average. It had been an act of rebellion indeed when Lucius became seeker of the Slytherin quidditch team; he had done it merely to beat James Potter at his own beloved game, and it was also a way to retaliate against the teasing that Potter and his Gryffindor cronies would inflict upon his best friend and lover, Severus Snape. In any case, this isn't the sort of weakness that Lucius had; his weakness was far worse.
He felt, he loved, he needed, he craved, and his control over all of these things was minimal. He became stronger after years of training himself to be hard and cold, but these emotions never truly went away, and he was forced to hide it all from the world, and hide it he did. By his 7th year at school, Lucius was strong, indestructible; or, so his facade led others to believe him to be. He would only allow this mask to slip, to fall and to shatter onto the cold ground when Severus was with him. But still, fragile porcelain can only hide so much. The glossy material, glossy as Lucius' own pale hair, can reflect many secrets and hidden desires, and Narcissa could see these things better than anyone else. She could see his weakness.
Staring at the trembling form of the man right now, she could see his weakness once again. The way his eyes darkened in trepidation upon facing the horrid, burned flesh on her forearm. The resentment and destroyed hope that lingered in his smoky eyes, wisps of shattered expectations.
"And on the day before our wedding, my love? I wonder how you got him into my lovely home. Hmm, never mind, I don't think I care to know," she said these words with no traces of malice left, only stolid amusement.
Her graceful, pale arms reached for the dusty heap of Severus's clothing, and she picked them up and eyed them disdainfully.
"Severus," she spoke calmly to him while holding out the pile of clothing, "We shall both see you at Death Eater gatherings and such. Besides this... I never want to see you again, nor will my beloved Lucius."
Severus opened his mouth slightly as if to protest her words, to say something, anything, in order to prevent this unspoken ultimatum from wreaking its havoc upon them, but he was soon quieted by the sight of that evil dark mark and the venom embedded in Narcissa's eyes. With a whisper of defeat gracing his own raven eyes, Severus got up, took his clothing and dissapparted out of the room, leaving the vicious woman and furious man behind.
Lucius could put no words forth that could even attempt to express his frustrations against Narcissa and the fateful situation she had put him in. So instead, he raised an angry hand and slapped the haughty woman standing before him. Falling back, a fierce line of crimson appearing on the cheek in which his hand can come into contact with, she laughed a hollow laugh, hauntingly filling the expanse of the dusty library.
Not yet done inflicting physical pain upon Narcissa, Lucius firmly grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the cold marble door frame. She only laughed in a distasteful manner, a sinister smile gracing her lips.
Spotting the silver moisture within his light eyes, her crimson lips curled into a daunting smirk.
"You're so pathetic. If it weren't for your family line I would be utterly disgusted with this marriage that will occur tomorrow."
Once more he shoved her against the wall, her blonde head crashing against the marble doorframe with a sickening thud. A small stream of scarlet fell down from her scalp, flowing across her cheek and dripping lightly from her pointed chin.
"You disgust me! I will be your husband and you will not speak to me in such ways! I will not tolerate such disrespect," Lucius continued to shout though his voice had grown hoarse and he was now unable to hide his misery from beneath the folds of his interminable anger.
Narcissa only responded to his outburst with a satisfied smile and a few words.
"You are weak, Lucius." She traced her fingers lightly across his cheek, "You'll break one day, and when you do I will be there smiling ever so happily at you."
***
She smiled once again at the memory, all her anger at his petty betrayals quickly washing away. Those bitter memories had a sweet edge to them, a refreshing and calming feeling in the mere fact of remembering the pain inflicted unto her shattered husband. Her crimson lips curled into a taunting smirk which slowly dissolved into an expression of anxiety as a loud noise exploded from the ivory, floor length mirror which rested in the corner of the shadowed room. However, the anxiety was soon pacified, and her violet eyes exuded solemn understanding. Her master was there, his cold and frightening smile adding to the dreary surroundings.
Blood scarlet eyes stared relentlessly at the pale and vivacious woman in the center of the abandoned room, momentarily obscured by a mist of ashes and smoke. Serpentine lips twisted into a purely sinister smile, and a small, choked laugh escaped from the thin and daunting slit of a mouth. Voldemort was here.
Violet eyes lowered to the plush ground along with a head bowed in respect.
"My Lord..."
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I am exploring the inside
I find it desolate
I do implore these confines
Now as they penetrate, "recreate me"
I'm hovering throughout time
I crumble in these days
I crumble, I cannot find reflection in these days
If you listen, listen close
Beat-by-beat you can hear when my heart stops
I saved the pieces when it broke
And ground them all to dust
I am destroyed by the inside
I disassociate
I hope to destroy the outside
It will alleviate and elevate me
Like water flowing through lungs
I'm flowing in these days
As morphine tears through deadened veins
I'm numbing in these days
I know what died that night
It can never be brought back to life once again
I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life
Once again I know
~@~@~@~@~@~@~
"Bleed Black" By AFI
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