Disclaimer: I don't like writing disclaimers…I don't own Lucius, or Narcissa, or any other characters in this fic that turns up in the books. I own Lilith.
Author's Notes: Thank God I'm old enough to be disciplined by my boyfriend. (Ahem…) Thanks, Angel, now I'm not so lazy. Anyway, thanks to everybody (?) who's reviewed this fic, crappy as I feel it is, it means a lot to me that you think otherwise (at least, I think you think otherwise). Erm…so…okay, new chapter. I had a hard time writing this chapter. You'd have a hard time too, if you wanted to make Lucius and Narcissa all mushy and romantic while keeping Lucius as in-character as possible! Anyway, this chapter kinda reminds me of a scene from the movie "Vanilla Sky," which I saw days AFTER I wrote this chapter. What a coincidence. Well, enjoy.
ACT 1: THE COMING OF THE DARKNESSCHAPTER 10
"I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough
So many things inside that are
Just like you are taking over"
~Taking Over Me by EVANESCENCE
Lucius awoke to Narcissa waking him gently. "It's 7.00 in the morning, Lucius," she said, planting a gentle, loving kiss on his temple. "I fell asleep only 7 hours ago," Lucius protested childishly. "That's long enough to have a good night's rest," Narcissa chuckled as she rose from the bed, "Besides, Merlin knows you hardly need to sleep that long." Lucius peered at her out of one eye as she sat at her vanity mirror, brushing her silky blonde hair.
She was beautiful. She'd always been beautiful for him, even though he initially had not been all that attracted to her. It had been she who had so willingly offered herself to him. It had been a chance to good to pass up, besides, both families had approved of the match. Thus, they were married. If he had known that he would, within the first two years of their marriage, fall madly in love with her, he felt he would have waited till then to have married her at all. It was just the kind of man he was.
He finally rose from the bed, and moved behind Narcissa. He took the brush from her and began to run it through her hair. He smiled at the small sigh that escaped Narcissa at the subtle show of affection from him. He did still take some for om of joy in the simple things in life, much as he wouldn't admit it to anyone else in the world other than himself and his wife. And as he began to plant kisses on her shoulder and neck, he couldn't help loving the tiny goosebumps she got as a reflexive reaction.
"I was dreaming of you last night," he whispered into her hair. "You use that line on me at least twice a week," Narcissa replied, relaxing into his embrace. Lucius slid one strap of her sleeping dress down past her shoulder. "And it always works," he answered, and proceeded to plant more feather-like kisses on her bare skin. His other arm snaked around her waist and under the hem of her skirt, up her thighs and into the junction between her legs. Narcissa let out an intoxicated groan as Lucius' fingers stroked her into pure, unadulterated ecstasy, his lips never leaving her skin. She moaned for more, and cried out when Lucius obliged her by pumping his fingers harder and faster into her. Her verbal responses began to grow louder with every thrust of his hand, her hips moving to match his ministrations. Lucius muffled a low and deep growl into her neck, making shivers run down her spine. When he heard his name pass her lips on a breath, he turned to look at her in the mirror.
Time seemed to slow into a standstill then. The sky outside darkened, and the air became heavy with the scent of strawberries. The image in the mirror spun into a blur, and when it came to a stop, Lucius could not pull his eyes from it in disbelief, for it was not Narcissa staring back at him through pleasure-heavy blue eyes.
It was Lilith.
Lilith, with her black as night hair. Lilith, with her pale, almost porcelain-like skin. Lilith, with her otherworldly blood-red eyes.
Lucius could not pull his gaze away from the leering reflection, and he could not stop what he was doing either. "Yes, Lucius…" Lilith's reflection hissed, "Don't stop, Lucius…don't stop…" "What in blazes is going on?" Lucius breathed, but the reflection continued to sneer in taunt. "This is what you want, isn't it?" said the reflection in Lilith's voice and accent, "This is all you really want…" The Lilith in the mirror moaned, groaned, growled and whimpered as if Lucius was working her. "What is going on?" Lucius growled. The reflection seemed to not have heard. "What do you want from me, Lucius?" it taunted, "Do you want me to beg, Lucius?" And the reflection began to beg him seductively. "Yes, Lucius, faster," it cried, "I want it faster, Lucius…and harder…yes, Lucius, make me come for you…"
Lucius seemed to have no control of his body. His hand jerked faster into the body pressed against him. He heard the reflection cry out in two voices, Lilith's and Narcissa's. Narcissa, he held in front of him, but the reflection was Lilith's. Both women gasped and moaned as Lucius brought seemingly both of them over the edge. Narcissa came with a scream that must have been heard throughout the mansion, Lilith's voice echoing it.
Then things went back to normal, as if nothing strange had happened. The sky outside was bright with the sunlight again, and Lucius saw that over an hour had passed. When he looked in the mirror, it was Narcissa gazing at him with concern in her eyes.
"What is it, Lucius?" she asked, "Are you alright? Is something wrong?" But Lucius had just realized that Lilith had just been toying with him. He was too angry to lie. "Yes," he replied, rage infusing his tone, "Something is very wrong." He dressed quickly and bounded out the door without another word, ignoring Narcissa's questions.
A/N: WHEW! That's done! Now to another favorite chapter! Oh…do review, if you feel like it. Thanks!