Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
A/N: You're so going to hate me for this chapter, for it does involve a mite of torture, and perhaps the hint of pain.. . .yeah right, since when did I ever hint. Just trust me, it's nothing more than the character can handle, and my story is wa-a-ay too fluffy anyway.
DOUBLE TROUBLE
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Caralynn stared out at the darkness, her dark eyes reflecting dark thoughts. Rohan slept calmly in the other room, but she couldn't, the sense that something was not right itched at her, clawed at her like a demon freshly risen from a hell of unknown origin.
A sad smile twisted her classically beautiful face into the visage of a tragic heroine surveying the land she loved with the knowledge she would never be there again. She held a pendant clutched in her hand, a beautiful onyx stone with an ancient protection rune carved onto it, a gift from Rohan, the gift of love.
A flicker of something caught her attention, a rather pale silhouette stalked across the lawn to the large rambling house, obviously purposing ill intent. A name lingered on her lips before she bit it back, fearful to break the silence that wove its magical spell about her. She had to do something, and quick, before the silhouette managed to destroy all that she had worked for and held dear.
With a majestic leap, she called upon her powers, floating from the window in a maelstrom of fury, riding the winds to the ground before the daring intruder.
"M'Lady." The whispering voice of the shadow snaked about her. "We meet again, and here, of all places. Have I come at an improper time? You must have been in bed with that half-bred twit, I daresay."
Caralynn narrowed her eyes, her silk dressing gown fluttering softly in the breeze of her self-imposed storm. "I do not like your tone!" Her voice bit across the space separating them with a keen harshness that could have cut metal. "And I suggest you leave this place at once, for you are not welcome in this sanctuary!"
"Sanctuary?" The figure strode forward, a smirk twisting his regal features, his gray eyes flinty. "Is that what you call this place? This home for half-breeds and whores that do not know their place? Oh how the mighty have fallen!"
"Malfoy, I would not expect you to know of such things. . .don't you have some errand you should be running for your 'Lord'? Yes, messenger boy, do his bidding." Her voice dripped with barely contained malice and a hatred that seemed as deep as the day is long. "I will not tolerate your. . .kind. . .on my land, or near my home!"
"Oh, but sweet Cara, how I have changed since you've known me." His voice dropped to a low murmur. "You see, for nearing fifteen long years I have studied the Arcane Arts, and I too wield a power that rivals even your precious half-bred lover!"
Caralynn's hand shot out, slapping him soundly across his face. "You are nothing compared to him, and you never will be!"
Lucius caught her hand as she pulled away, his fingers tightening on her tiny wrist. "You will regret that." He looked deep into her dark eyes, smirking to find a hint of fear behind the wall of steel. "I see that you remember our last encounter. Good, because you will be screaming my name before this night is over. And I might give you mercy, if you so deserve it."
"You would not presume to touch me with your filthy hands now! I am not the child you once had your way with!" Her chest heaved as she tried to control the conflicting emotions. "And I do not care if you are a student of the Arcane. Nothing you can do will hurt me anymore, because I forbid it!"
With an almighty jerk, she freed herself from him, a fine light shimmering about her body, the rumble of thunder in the distance marking her anger. The earth shook under their feet as she strode away from him, her hands twitching at her sides, a gale blowing up not mere yards from where they stood.
"But Cara." Lucius' voice was petulant. "Don't you know that I own you?" His smirk regained as he gestured slightly, an aura of darkness cloaking him. "I am the be all and end all of your existence. Since that moment I touched you, felt your silken inner core, you were mine, and I don't give up what is mine that easily."
Caralynn rounded in a blaze of fury, her body stiffening as his meaning became clear. "I am not some possession to be handed around!" She threw a hand forward, a ball of light hurtling toward the blonde. "I am NOT yours! I NEVER WAS!"
Lucius easily sidestepped the magic, gesturing simply, a dark cord of power rippling from him and lassoing about her. "Oh, but you are. From the tips of your hair down to the ends of your toes." His smirk turned into an evilly lecherous smile as he jerked on the cord. "You don't know how much I have wanted for you, the perfect little minx. I will have your secrets from you, and you will tell me how I can defeat the Granger chit."
Caralynn screamed in frustration, her voice a mere whisper against the tumultuous winds. "I REFUSE!"
"You can't refuse me, sweetest." He jerked her roughly forward, watching as the light about her extinguished. "You feed me." His smile grew. "You have given me strength." He watched as she shivered. "And I will take what I want from you."
"No."
He placed two fingers beneath her chin, lifting her face so that he could stare deeply into her eyes. "Oh, I think so."
"No!" Her voice rose firmly, as momentarily, the light about her burst forth.
Without waiting, he struck her, the sound of her jaw shattering echoed in the sudden silence. "I will teach you manners, bitch!"
He tugged on the Dark Magic, causing the cord to tighten about her, cutting into her flesh, searing the creamy pale skin. With a sadistic face, he placed his foot on her back, twisting the heel of his boots right into the point where her lumbar region was the weakest, laughing as she let out a little moan of protest, blood welling up and marring the beautifully white silk.
Hauling her to her feet, he stalked away, with Caralynn in tow.
*~*~*~*
"Master." His voice was hoarse but he smiled. "I have the last of the preparations for your spell."
Voldemort turned, locking crimson eyes on Lucius Malfoy. "Good, hand it here."
Lucius held out his hand, dropping the vial of blood into Voldemort's outstretched palm. "She was a little harder to undo than expected, but she bled freely."
"And I am guessing she is recuperating in your room after your little. . .entertainment?"
Lucius smirked. "Oh, yes, next time she will be more willing." He glanced at the rape blood with a rather wistful look. "Though I do love them to fight."
*~*~*~*
Hermione tumbled out of her bed, her screams echoing down to the common room. Pain lashed through her skull as she surged to her feet, her eyes wide and ghostly expressionless.
Lavender started from her bed, trying to restrain the girl as she yelled for Parvati to get McGonnagall.
"No time." Hermione's voice sounded dead. "I must be off."
With an agile twist, she pulled herself from Lavender's grasp, grabbing the now awake Melody and leaping toward the open window, her body glowing with intensity.
"Oh." Lavender managed, watching as she disappeared out the window.
*~*~*~*
Caralynn stared at the ceiling, tears coursing down her pale cheeks. Blood ran freely from her nose and mouth, and her tongue felt thick and swollen, but that wasn't the worst of it.
Blood seeped out of her most intimate of parts, blood that was once again caused by the man she loathed with all her heart. In the early hours of the morn, she had lived through a nightmare she didn't believe she would ever have to again.
Her gown barely covered her, the tatters soaked in her life's essence, bruises dark against the pale of her body.
He had blocked her power somehow, and now. . .
She closed her eyes against the light of dawn, ignoring the pain that wracked her body, ignoring the cheap feeling she had, the nasty unclean feeling of being used. Her mind locked on one fact, the one fact she had uttered out in her pain.
'To defeat her, you must go through her heart.'
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A/N: Okay Okay, it wasn't so bad as all that, but I did have to hurt Caralynn, it was vital to the story. In her veins flows the Blood. . . well, I'll explain that next chapter, and as promised I updated soon. So, whatcha waiting for..? RR!
Love,
~Me~
A/N: You're so going to hate me for this chapter, for it does involve a mite of torture, and perhaps the hint of pain.. . .yeah right, since when did I ever hint. Just trust me, it's nothing more than the character can handle, and my story is wa-a-ay too fluffy anyway.
DOUBLE TROUBLE
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Caralynn stared out at the darkness, her dark eyes reflecting dark thoughts. Rohan slept calmly in the other room, but she couldn't, the sense that something was not right itched at her, clawed at her like a demon freshly risen from a hell of unknown origin.
A sad smile twisted her classically beautiful face into the visage of a tragic heroine surveying the land she loved with the knowledge she would never be there again. She held a pendant clutched in her hand, a beautiful onyx stone with an ancient protection rune carved onto it, a gift from Rohan, the gift of love.
A flicker of something caught her attention, a rather pale silhouette stalked across the lawn to the large rambling house, obviously purposing ill intent. A name lingered on her lips before she bit it back, fearful to break the silence that wove its magical spell about her. She had to do something, and quick, before the silhouette managed to destroy all that she had worked for and held dear.
With a majestic leap, she called upon her powers, floating from the window in a maelstrom of fury, riding the winds to the ground before the daring intruder.
"M'Lady." The whispering voice of the shadow snaked about her. "We meet again, and here, of all places. Have I come at an improper time? You must have been in bed with that half-bred twit, I daresay."
Caralynn narrowed her eyes, her silk dressing gown fluttering softly in the breeze of her self-imposed storm. "I do not like your tone!" Her voice bit across the space separating them with a keen harshness that could have cut metal. "And I suggest you leave this place at once, for you are not welcome in this sanctuary!"
"Sanctuary?" The figure strode forward, a smirk twisting his regal features, his gray eyes flinty. "Is that what you call this place? This home for half-breeds and whores that do not know their place? Oh how the mighty have fallen!"
"Malfoy, I would not expect you to know of such things. . .don't you have some errand you should be running for your 'Lord'? Yes, messenger boy, do his bidding." Her voice dripped with barely contained malice and a hatred that seemed as deep as the day is long. "I will not tolerate your. . .kind. . .on my land, or near my home!"
"Oh, but sweet Cara, how I have changed since you've known me." His voice dropped to a low murmur. "You see, for nearing fifteen long years I have studied the Arcane Arts, and I too wield a power that rivals even your precious half-bred lover!"
Caralynn's hand shot out, slapping him soundly across his face. "You are nothing compared to him, and you never will be!"
Lucius caught her hand as she pulled away, his fingers tightening on her tiny wrist. "You will regret that." He looked deep into her dark eyes, smirking to find a hint of fear behind the wall of steel. "I see that you remember our last encounter. Good, because you will be screaming my name before this night is over. And I might give you mercy, if you so deserve it."
"You would not presume to touch me with your filthy hands now! I am not the child you once had your way with!" Her chest heaved as she tried to control the conflicting emotions. "And I do not care if you are a student of the Arcane. Nothing you can do will hurt me anymore, because I forbid it!"
With an almighty jerk, she freed herself from him, a fine light shimmering about her body, the rumble of thunder in the distance marking her anger. The earth shook under their feet as she strode away from him, her hands twitching at her sides, a gale blowing up not mere yards from where they stood.
"But Cara." Lucius' voice was petulant. "Don't you know that I own you?" His smirk regained as he gestured slightly, an aura of darkness cloaking him. "I am the be all and end all of your existence. Since that moment I touched you, felt your silken inner core, you were mine, and I don't give up what is mine that easily."
Caralynn rounded in a blaze of fury, her body stiffening as his meaning became clear. "I am not some possession to be handed around!" She threw a hand forward, a ball of light hurtling toward the blonde. "I am NOT yours! I NEVER WAS!"
Lucius easily sidestepped the magic, gesturing simply, a dark cord of power rippling from him and lassoing about her. "Oh, but you are. From the tips of your hair down to the ends of your toes." His smirk turned into an evilly lecherous smile as he jerked on the cord. "You don't know how much I have wanted for you, the perfect little minx. I will have your secrets from you, and you will tell me how I can defeat the Granger chit."
Caralynn screamed in frustration, her voice a mere whisper against the tumultuous winds. "I REFUSE!"
"You can't refuse me, sweetest." He jerked her roughly forward, watching as the light about her extinguished. "You feed me." His smile grew. "You have given me strength." He watched as she shivered. "And I will take what I want from you."
"No."
He placed two fingers beneath her chin, lifting her face so that he could stare deeply into her eyes. "Oh, I think so."
"No!" Her voice rose firmly, as momentarily, the light about her burst forth.
Without waiting, he struck her, the sound of her jaw shattering echoed in the sudden silence. "I will teach you manners, bitch!"
He tugged on the Dark Magic, causing the cord to tighten about her, cutting into her flesh, searing the creamy pale skin. With a sadistic face, he placed his foot on her back, twisting the heel of his boots right into the point where her lumbar region was the weakest, laughing as she let out a little moan of protest, blood welling up and marring the beautifully white silk.
Hauling her to her feet, he stalked away, with Caralynn in tow.
*~*~*~*
"Master." His voice was hoarse but he smiled. "I have the last of the preparations for your spell."
Voldemort turned, locking crimson eyes on Lucius Malfoy. "Good, hand it here."
Lucius held out his hand, dropping the vial of blood into Voldemort's outstretched palm. "She was a little harder to undo than expected, but she bled freely."
"And I am guessing she is recuperating in your room after your little. . .entertainment?"
Lucius smirked. "Oh, yes, next time she will be more willing." He glanced at the rape blood with a rather wistful look. "Though I do love them to fight."
*~*~*~*
Hermione tumbled out of her bed, her screams echoing down to the common room. Pain lashed through her skull as she surged to her feet, her eyes wide and ghostly expressionless.
Lavender started from her bed, trying to restrain the girl as she yelled for Parvati to get McGonnagall.
"No time." Hermione's voice sounded dead. "I must be off."
With an agile twist, she pulled herself from Lavender's grasp, grabbing the now awake Melody and leaping toward the open window, her body glowing with intensity.
"Oh." Lavender managed, watching as she disappeared out the window.
*~*~*~*
Caralynn stared at the ceiling, tears coursing down her pale cheeks. Blood ran freely from her nose and mouth, and her tongue felt thick and swollen, but that wasn't the worst of it.
Blood seeped out of her most intimate of parts, blood that was once again caused by the man she loathed with all her heart. In the early hours of the morn, she had lived through a nightmare she didn't believe she would ever have to again.
Her gown barely covered her, the tatters soaked in her life's essence, bruises dark against the pale of her body.
He had blocked her power somehow, and now. . .
She closed her eyes against the light of dawn, ignoring the pain that wracked her body, ignoring the cheap feeling she had, the nasty unclean feeling of being used. Her mind locked on one fact, the one fact she had uttered out in her pain.
'To defeat her, you must go through her heart.'
________________________________________________
A/N: Okay Okay, it wasn't so bad as all that, but I did have to hurt Caralynn, it was vital to the story. In her veins flows the Blood. . . well, I'll explain that next chapter, and as promised I updated soon. So, whatcha waiting for..? RR!
Love,
~Me~
