Silver Blood Eight: Deal with the Devil
Devoid of a memory on how she died, someone came back from the dead to find out - only to find that she didn't die at all. Now she discovers that the love of her life is dead, her friends' lives are in danger, and her worst fears came true.
8 - Dorcas starts to feel what it's like to be a Death Eater... she has to resist the temptation of Sirius' display of affections. If she could.
Disclaimer: Alas, the characters are not in my possession; they belong to J.K Rowling and an assortment of publishers.
Author's Notes: I'm no errrrrr, but seeing that she's unable to continue (and she's my twin) I'm doing this for her. This chapter's a bit long coz I'm planning something special for the last one. And... she'd like to say that Angel Black3 and LuvAsInfinity's fics RULE!
There was a soft knock on Sirius' bedroom door. He groaned and pretended to be asleep, digging his head into his pillow.
"Alohamora."
There was a faint click, and Sirius' door creaked open. He still pretended to be asleep as he heard the door close again and quiet footsteps. He felt the bed tilt a bit, and he felt a hand on his.
"What the -?" Sirius pulled the pillow off his face. "Oh. Well that was extremely stealthy of you."
It was Dorcas, who lay on the left side of the bed, wearing a tiny silk night dress under a baby blue bath robe, smirking impishly. "I can't sleep."
Sirius flung an arm around her and kissed her on the forehead. "You must be in the wrong room, then." Dorcas cuddled closer, as she and Sirius engaged in a long, fervent kiss. Neither of them could feel their limbs nor tell where they were. Sirius' mind became blank as he rolled over without parting their lips, caressing her neck whilst he was on top. His free hand was slipping into her night dress...Dorcas suddenly pushed him away, clutching her arm. She felt a scorching pain worse than before.
"OW!" Dorcas suddenly pushed him away, clutching her arm. She felt a scorching pain worse than before.
"What's wrong?" Sirius asked, befuddled.
"I - er - have to go outside..." She was still clutching her arm, she ran out of the room and dashed straight for the front door. She couldn't apparate inside, so when she reached outside, her body was acting on its own accord. She apparated to a large room, which looked frayed and abandoned; the walls were of stone and so was the floor. There was nothing there. The carpet was moth-eaten; the fireplace was holding dancing green flames. In front of them, looking as menacingly as ever was -
"Voldemort," she snarled, still clutching her left arm, which became more painful.
"I see you were busy," he said, leering. "Sit down." He indicated the chair behind her. Dorcas reluctantly took a seat, looking daggers at him.
Another man walked into the room. He had balding, mousy hair, and he was short and plump but he looked like he lost a lot of weight.
"Wormtail?" Dorcas muttered. "You superficial, wily, snivelling bastard!"
Wormtail smirked at her. "Well someone's happy, isn't she?" he sneered, looking at her up and down. "You talk like him. You always were his little bitch."
Dorcas glared at him, lost for words. There was an odious silence between them. She heaved an exasperated sigh and snappishly told Voldemort, "Did you summon me just to give insults or were you about to say something of importance?"
"You see," said Wormtail, "we're going to test where your loyalties lie..."
Dorcas leered. "It's with Dumbledore, Riddle," she told him spitefully. "I only joined the Death Eaters to bring him back."
To her surprise, Voldemort didn't look offended at all. "I know," he whispered. "But I am planning an attack on the Order."
"So you have," she said nonchalantly. "I don't care if you want me to do. Just keep Sirius out of harm and I'll do what you ask of me."
"You may leave the room, Wormtail," Voldemort instructed him.
Wormtail hesitated. "What if she-"
"She will not. Leave us."
"But Master..."
"Leave us."
Wormtail left the room, throwing Dorcas a dirty glance as he went.
Voldemort turned to look at her. "I need you to get something for me..."
Dorcas came back to Grimmauld Place after performing a Concealing Charm on her left arm, dragging her feet. She climbed the stairs and reached her room. She pushed the door open, and was surprised to see Sirius sitting on her bed, looking more menacing than Voldemort. She felt a desperate need to Disarm him and kill him on the spot.
"Where've you been?" he asked darkly. Dorcas' hand went to her pocket.
I was with Voldemort, and I just received an order from him. What do you think, idiot?
"Just - outside," she muttered.
"Where have you been?" he asked, more slowly and loudly this time.
Kick off, prick, and leave me alone.
"I told you, I've been outside for some fresh air."
Sirius stood up and walked up to her. She didn't budge. Sirius closed the door behind her and pushed Dorcas against it. He leaned closer, his face barely an inch from hers. For a fleeting moment Dorcas thought he was going to kiss her. Fat chance. His brows furrowed and a look of suspicion spread in his face.
"That's not true," he whispered. "Where did you go?"
"What do you care about where I go to?"
"I'm married to you."
"That doesn't mean you're supposed to know everything. What, next time you have to know the exact time I sneeze, how may seconds I spend in the loo, and how many times I blink in a minute? Give me bloody space, Sirius."
"I was just asking," said Sirius, raising his voice. "What're you acting like a blasted hag for?"
Dorcas didn't answer. She gave him a look that plainly said 'mind your own business, git'.
She had the impression that Sirius knew what was going on. And she wanted to tell him. She wanted him to get her out of it. But she knew better. She couldn't sacrifice Sirius. Not ever.
Sirius looked away and sighed. "What, two weeks and you found another sexy rebel with a flying bike?"
There are two types of lies. One is a lie triggered by imagination, a sort of story-telling to only enhance the experience of telling it. But it does nothing more, nothing less to what really happened. The second, a lie that is made to deceive. To keep the liar out of trouble, out of danger, out of any threatening things.
Dorcas was going to use the second. To deceive.
Dorcas felt relieved and a strong urge to tell Sirius how unbelievably stupid he was. So he didn't know. She gave him a smirk almost as evil as Voldemort's wicked smile and took off her bath robe; flung her arms around him, pulled him closer, and whispered passionately in his ear, "Don't be silly, Snuffles. You know I'll always be your little bitch."
Wormtail's words slipped out of her tongue. Perhaps he was right. Dorcas was always been acting like a slave when it comes to Sirius. Always giving him what he wants. Never letting him beg. Such foolishness. She was split in two now.
She will do anything for Sirius safety. She had to act like a brutal little bitch to keep him out of suspicions. She needed to draw a line and make him toe it. Once Sirius breaks the rules she set, the line she drew, he would be in grave danger.
"I hope," he said cheerfully, plopping onto the bed. He then gestured her to lie beside her before saying in the same happy tone, "Hey, Tonks said I'm going to get a trial."
"That's great," said Dorcas tonelessly, lying on the bed beside him. "When?"
"Tomorrow," said Sirius. "Fudge wanted to hurry it up, I suppose. I think he thinks that Kingsley doesn't know where I am." He laughed. Dorcas wasn't listening. Her mind was somewhere else. Like - how to do what she was supposed to.
Silence.
Dorcas tried to start another conversation to avoid any suspicions - again. "So...er - you didn't tell Harry about me and-?"
"I couldn't," said Sirius hastily as if he knew what was coming. "I was too depressed to say it. Seeing you dead while I was just a floor away - it was - shitty - sorry. I couldn't mention it to Harry... can't even bear to think about it..."
Ask him, ask him now. "Were you in contact with Nicolas Flamel before I died?" she asked abruptly. Sirius looked taken aback.
"Yes," said Sirius slowly, looking warily at her, "but it was only for a short time. He sent me the - why d'you ask?"
"I found his letter," she said rather quickly. "What did he give to you?"
"The Unicorn Blood he modified - Eternalizer, he calls it," he said. "Supposed to make someone immortal, but you have to retake it every twenty years so it's not really convenient."
"Did you -?"
"I didn't use it," said Sirius quickly. "I gave it to Bode. Remember him?"
"Yes," said Dorcas, not having a single clue who Bode is. "Is it still with him?"
"He's dead. So I think it's in the Department of Mysteries," said Sirius. "Creepy place."
"It's in the Strongroom, I suppose."
Sirius wrapped his legs around her. "Hey, why are we talking about this? It doesn't -"
"I've heard it could make you invincible," said Dorcas interestedly, pushing him away.
"It could," said Sirius, affrontedly, "but you'll lose control of your actions. You could be even killing your friends without knowing what you're doing. That was a side effect. Flamel also thought that it couldn't guard against the Killing Curse - that wasn't true either. Someone stole it and tested it. Well, he didn't die after an amateur Death Eater tried to kill him. Gave the Death Eater a good shock, it did. Came running to Voldemort - what's with you?"
Dorcas shuddered when she heard Voldemort's name. It was involuntary, of course, but she couldn't understand why she suddenly felt so much fear in one instant.
"I - er - I better get some sleep," she said, getting up from the bed. "I've had enough. Go to your room now."
"Why don't I just sleep here? I mean, it's not like it's illegal... and it's warmer with me here."
"It's a very hot summer, Sirius," she told him, opening the door and pointing him out. "I'd sleep with you if it was cold." Like me. 'Damn cold for my own sake. And yours.'
She was on her way to her bed when she felt another calling from Voldie. This time, it just felt like it was being run over with hot water. Not exactly as painful as the last one.
She strolled along the now empty corridor, and immediately disapparated once she got out.
She faced Voldemort for the second time tonight; he was accompanied by someone unfamiliar to her. This time she was in what looked like a large bedroom with a king-sized four-poster. It was lit by a weak fire in the fireplace, but it looked much less gloomy than the first.
"Do you have the information?" Voldemort asked her.
"Yes. Can I go now?"
"Not just yet," said Voldemort. He turned to his Death Eater and whispered, "I'll leave you to it. Do not harm her." He left.
Dorcas turned to the Death Eater, "Why's he leaving?"
The Death Eater answered quietly, "Tell me, how's Sirius doing?"
She couldn't see him. His face was hidden in the darkness. "Who are you?"
"Do you still love him?"
She demanded, "Who in the bloody regions of hell are you?"
"You shouldn't love him. He doesn't deserve you. You're too precious." The Death Eater drew out his wand and produced a blinding white light that made her close her eyes. Once she opened them, she couldn't see anything. She couldn't feel anything either. Everyhing was in the darkness. The next thing she felt was her shoulders being pinned to the wall and a hand clasp tightly on the back of her neck. It was painful.
"Let go," she demanded, trying to move her arms to push him away but she couldn't. They were too heavy.
"Don't fight the curse," he said calmly. She felt as though his face was inches away from hers.
"Let go," she repeated, more quitely this time as his grip felt more gentle.
He let go of her neck and embraced her gently. She could feel his heart thumping against his chest. "He never cared," he whispered.
She felt energy come back for her. She pushed him away. "You're wrong," she whispered. "He loved -"
"Did he ever say that he did?"
Dorcas fell silent. He embraced her again. She had no objections. She found none.
"You see?" he said soothingly. "He didn't. He never did. But I do. I love you."
What the hell are you talking about? she thought. "You don't know me."
"I've been watching you for years, love," he said. "I always saw you with Sirius...why you chose him, I could never understand."
"Who are you?"
He let go of her and waved his wand once. The fire appeared again, silhouetting the handsome face of
"Regulus..."