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Chapter 18:
Hunger.
Fangs…
Claws…
Tearing…
Screaming…
Bleeding…
Death.
I force my sleepy eyes open, determined to rid them of their murderous midnight marauding. I find myself surrounded by the safety of my coffin, and yet…I feel so exposed. These dreams have awakened something inside of me that shakes me to my very core…
These dreams of death have haunted me mercilessly for weeks now; they wait in the shadows of my mind…biding their time…waiting for the perfect moment to spring forth…to capture my defenceless dreams. It is when I surrender to sleep that I become their captive…it is when my limbs are bound by torpidity that they force me to watch my bloody metamorphosis.
In these dreams I succumb to my vampiric lust…in these dreams I lose myself. I watch myself savour the taste of blood…I watch as I revel in the sensuality of the life I drain from my victims…I watch as I relinquish my humanity… Something that I must admit, I have wanted for so long…
The visions from my dream still resound in my mind, as I lie in my coffin listening to the irregular beating of my cursed heart. A symphony of senses surrounds me-the calm of the darkness like the gentle lull of chimes; the soft satin lining of my coffin like the melodious call of the syrinx… My mind reads these silent notes, and as though on cue, the screaming scent of amaranths make their presences known-their voices heard. Suddenly I am overwhelmed by images…images of that night in the forest when everything seemed to stop. I feel myself drowning in the eerie fragrance of amaranths, as it pulls me back into that moment…that brief moment when I felt mortal again… I push open the lid of my coffin, desperate to escape the mysterious call of memories.
I gasp for air as my body and mind are thrown back to that evening. I shudder as all the emotions I felt that night return to me. All the sadness of my past revived, but not the memories-like ghosts from my mortal life they bear down on me. I was mortal that night, on those amaranths, when all my weaknesses were thrown open for all the world to see. I allowed myself to be afraid, to feel weak…to lose control…
Shaking my head, I try to drive these thoughts from me. But it is too late…my mind has already begun to play the familiar tune of my mortal song. It was that night in the forest that prompted its composure. It was that night that prompted me to retreat into isolation-my Maker's lexicon was merely an excuse to pursue it. It was the frailties I felt that night- the chorus of this canticle- that had induced such a longing to be alone.
For so long I had thought that I had become more creature than human. I had hoped that this Dark Gift had lent me a skin of decadence; where emotions and humanity would decay and fall way from my now lifeless body. But on that night, it became all too apparent that that was not the case. A part of me is still human-the worst part of all: my heart.
It is shocking to think that within this immortal body still beats the fragile heart of a human. I spent much of my mortal life trying to destroy that part of me-what my father called my "bleeding heart". I tried to cauterize it with a façade of jadedness-a failed experiment.
Jadedness is an acquired taste, one that my father had taken quite a fancy to. He would use this jadedness to rule my life with an iron fist. There was no aspect of my life that was beyond his grasp-the clothes I wore, the classes I chose, the people I associated with; they were all tailored to his preferences. As a result, my mortal life became imbued with poignancy. I was slowly drowning in sadness and sorrow. I found myself constantly struggling along the surface of my depression in a frantic attempt to stay afloat; but as time passed the effort of the struggle became too great and I started to fall away. I allowed myself to slip below the icy surface of my depression, to sink far enough into it that I stopped caring. Those were the darkest hours of my existence; but only after I arrived in this void did I see the light…it was only then that I realized that the control I longed for could be found in my indifference.
The world around me was beyond my control, but my emotions were all my own. I began to deny myself emotions-I would refuse to allow myself to become angry or to feel sadness. The more I denied myself the stronger I felt. My father's words began to lose their effect-their sting numbed. I realized that a wound that refuses to bleed is nothing more then a scratch-his words could not hurt me if I did not have the capacity to feel. I had stumbled upon a silent method of rebellion; one that not only defied his power over me but also protected me from his incursion. Indifference, in my mind's eye, was synonymous with control.
I became enraptured with the notion of neutrality. To think that indifference could allow one to keep the pains of life at an arm's length, away from its claws of chaos-it was utterly exhilarating! But after my conversion…after I changed, my emotional barricade began to crumble. My immortality had not brought the one trait that I had wanted: insouciance. It was then that I met Severus. His apathy drew me to him. He seemed more immortal then I did-suspended from humanity he was a silent observer. I was fascinated by his mastery of his emotions-he seemed to have a halo of emotional hegemony. I began to idealize him; I modeled my histrionic health after his. Perhaps that is why my guise of impassivity shattered the same eve as his-further proving that we are made of the same metal.
Suddenly, I am drawn out of my soliloquy by a silent pang of hunger. It has been more than a month since I have fed-I had been so intent in my complete isolation that I had forgone drinking my potion. For a fortnight I have felt this esurience; it is a hunger that I have never known. I must see Severus tonight, if I am ever to satisfy this need.
I dangle my slender legs over the edge of my coffin; my toe outstretched as it tentatively touches the cool stone floors. As my foot melts into the gray of the granite, I feel my legs tremble with assiduity. After a month of starvation, my body has finally risen up in protest to my unwavering mind-my body quivers with quakes of rebellion. With ferment steps, I wade through the muted moonlight towards the door, only to find that the assistance of a nearby wall imperative. I feel its cool embrace as I follow it out into the corridors. The walls hold my languid body as I make my way through the winding halls to the dungeons. The candlelight flickers tauntingly as I pass them, as I am unable to extinguish their fiery ebullience.
My mind swoons from the addled nature of hunger. I round a corner to find the stone serpentine stairs of the dungeons coiled before my feet. They twist and turn before vanishing into the sympathetic shadows. I slip into the inky blackness and follow the steps into the belly of school. I am soon greeted by the atramentous presence of Severus' office threshold; my hand tentatively hovers over the dark wood of the door. I feel reluctance hold back my hand, stopping it from striking the dark wood with my pale knuckles, as doubt casts its shadow over my tenebrous mind.
What will Severus say? I accused him of…something he did not do…something he would never do… What if he cannot forgive me for my insolence?
But you must feed. Your body longs for it…your body needs it…
A part of you wishes to see Severus again… to make amends…
---The soft, crisp sound of knocking---
I hear the click of the door and feel my heart quicken its pace. With each minute turn of the doorknob; my heart thrashes more violently in its bony cage. As the door opens, a pale, milky light pours out, covering Severus' form with a soft halo. I see his eyes widen at the sight of me…shock.
"Kaida?" Despite his obvious surprise, he stands aside, wide-eyed but nonetheless courteous. He tilts his head forward in welcome as his left hand gracefully signals for me to enter. With my strength fading, I take a diminutive step over the threshold as I lean on the doorframe. My legs tremble with exhaustion; uncertain of their stability I angle myself onto the wall directly next to the door. I see him catch a glimpse of my mousy movements.
He closes the heavy wooden door, his eyes still upon the floor as he does so. Absentmindedly, I lean to my right, as the door brushes my arm.
Why does he avert his eyes from me?
I hear the soft swish of his robes as he turns towards his desk. The room glows with a subtle luminosity; the chartreuse jars behind his desk seem to have captured the candlelight within their glass bodies as they sparkle malignly. The room begins to darken as Severus replaces the tapered, white candles with broad, ebony waxed columns. He lights them with his wand; and soon the room is filled with an unearthly-yet comforting-blue brilliance.
I watch as he carefully pulls out a chair opposite to his, still denying me his gaze, he signals for me to take a seat. Gathering what little strength remains in me I try to take a stride forward, but something holds me back.
Could my body be immobilized by some subconscious turbulence? Fear? What could possibly be keeping me from approaching him? Does my body sense danger that my mind has yet to understand?
I see Severus' eyes dart towards me…to see me standing perfectly still, with what must have appeared to be no indication of movement-a defiant stance. I feel the hunger inside me grow, as my limbs weaken-threatening my equilibrium. Suddenly I feel myself slide down the cool stonewall, as the life from my limbs vanish. Unable to support myself, I wait for the gelid granite to grace my cheek.
It is an odd sensation to be completely aware of your surroundings but be unable to respond to it-it seems almost surrealistic. The atmosphere has taken on a dream-like quality, as I watched myself fall forward… I hear Severus' frantic feet pelt the stone floors repeatedly as he runs towards me-they sound so distant and muted. I watch him drop to his knees as he catches me in his arms. My heart flutters slightly against his touch. I wait for that frigid moment to fill my chest like it did the last time he held me in his arms…but the moment does not come; in its place is a feeling of immense warmth-a sensation of sanctuary.
I rest my cheek on his shoulder as my limbs lie dead around me-all these years and only now do I notice their broadness and strength. He cradles me in his arms, holding me tightly as though I would vanish if he were ever to relinquish his grasp. His robes smell of sage and sandalwood-how appropriate that his scent carries the aromas of both wisdom and protection. I feel my torpid body fall farther into the safety of his arms. I feel his heart beat quickly against mine-which seems to have slowed to almost a complete stop.
I turn to face him and with a feeble smile, whisper, "What would I ever do without you, Severus?" He smiles shyly. Suddenly he draws himself away from me-realizing the intimacy of his embrace. He still holds me, but now there is a barrier-an invisible wall of awkwardness. I watch him rise from my lowly roost; the softness of his earlier posture now lost in his stern stance. His eyes dart back and forth, as he searches the room for invisible witnesses. Leaning forward, he offers me his forearm for balance. Straining, I manage to rise to my feet. His eyes flash as he looks past me-towards the door. He reaches for the brass doorknob.
Does he wish for me to leave?
Somewhat perplexed, I wait for his invitation to abscond. I turn slightly to make my exit, disheartened by the turn of events.
"Kaida?" His voice trembles.
"Yes, Severus?"
"If you don't mind…" He leans towards me, his cheek brushing mine-color rushing into his pale complexion. I feel his hand snake around me, and with a fluid motion I hear the swish of cloth. He takes a step back and with a timid smile tells me, "Your robe was caught in the door."
My robe was caught in the door! Here I was utterly confounded as to why my body had refused to function in Severus' presence; questioning myself about how I felt about him, if I was still not ready to see him…wondering if I was a fool for thinking that things could be as they were… When all that was amiss was my robe, my robe getting caught in a door! I could just die from both embarrassment at my foolishness and sheer relief!
My lips contort into a sheepish smile as I stifle a laugh; Severus' pursed lips seem to be breaking into a grin. His once somber face has taken on a softer expression-the sharpness of his seriousness smoothed over by what appeared to be a wave of relief. It seems that both of us had expected the very worse to happen tonight-something terrible that would shake our relationship down to its very core. Who would have thought that rather then a grandiose explosion of emotions, we are met with the simple, and rather mundane act of getting one's robe caught in a door? With our serious façades rapidly crumbling, we break into lightened laughter.
I watch my paragon of emotional perfection lose himself in this moment of relief- thoroughly charmed by this rare sight. My silent gaze catches his attention, his laughter stops; his expression hardening-he has reverted to his statuesque persona. Feeling the air become stagnant around us I try to fill the silent void in our conversation. "It's been so long since I've heard you laugh…" The curl of his lips seems to flatten out at my words.
"It has been along time…since I've felt this way…" His voice sounds so weary and tormented. He turns his back to me as he wanders towards the golden glow of the fireplace. Placing his forearm on its stone mantle, he rests his forehead upon his arm-dysphoria hanging heavily around him. The listlessness of his left hand, the gentle curve of his neck as he bows his head…all beckon me to go to him.
"I know that feeling…" Slowly I cross the room, my speed hindered by my weakened limbs.
"Do you?" There is a hint of optimism lingering in his words. He continues to stare into the fireplace-the amber flames dancing wildly on the blackened wood.
"Well I do now…had you asked me two months ago, I would not have been able to even fathom the very idea of it all…"
"Two months ago…" His voice strained as he tries to recall what had changed during that time.
"It's an odd feeling isn't it?" I say softly-vocalizing my thoughts.
"Very…"
"It's so thoroughly terrifying…and yet…wonderful…" His head rises from its locale-a sign that I have struck a cord in him. Silence infiltrates our colloquy, as I pause-dwelling on my words.
What has always fascinated me was how some people seemed to so effortlessly melt into life-instantly finding their niche amongst the havoc. Those individuals are to me like beautifully colored birds full of life and vitality. I wanted to hold this vivacity in my hands, to feel the energy of its wings beating against my grasp-but then there had always been the fear that I would crush the dear bird in my exuberance.
"Severus?"
"Yes?"
"Does it frighten you? …No…of course it doesn't…. how silly of me to even ask…" I force a laugh, trying to break the awkwardness of my question.
"It does… It's foreign to me…"
"There are too many feelings; and they are all so complex… I get so confused… I don't know what I want anymore…" Suddenly he turns to face me. His face still somber and serious but now laced with, what almost appears to be, adoration.
"Follow your heart…" He whispers. He looks deeply into my eyes, his face inches from mine, as he cradles it in his hands. I feel his breath upon my face.
"But that is exactly my problem, Severus…my heart cannot be trusted…" He pulls back, suddenly realizing that something was amiss. His hands fall away from me, as his eyes search mine for an answer to his wordless queries-there is a whisper of desperation in his stare. I gaze into the obsidian of his eyes-a quizzical look upon my face.
"Kaida, you must be famished…" He abruptly turns away-derailing our conversation. I feel my stomach tense in response to his words-the subject of our parley fading from memory.
"A tad…" Not wanting to subject Severus to the vulgarity of my hunger, I unembellished my need. My hunger is great tonight…greater then it has ever been. I feel my stomach twist and writhe in pain, as the sedative effects our conversation begin to wear off. I watch anxiously as he removes a small cauldron from the licking flames of the fireplace-a golden goblet in hand. With the cover lifted the room begins to fill with the intoxicating scent of blood.
I watch hungrily as Severus dips the goblet into the onyx ooze. I settle myself into one of the moss-colored cathedras by the fireplace, as he hands me the goblet-my hands trembling with anticipation. The chalice is warm as it quivers in my grasp like a small golden creature waiting fearfully for my coup de grace. I bring its golden rim to my lips, drinking deeply, filling my mouth with liquid ecstasy. The metallic taste of the potion is exquisite-a bittersweet sensuality that sends a wave of pleasure through me.
I drain the chalice; only to find that it has not satisfied me-it has only succeeded in further whetting my appetite. Severus has perched himself in the cathedra next to mine; he appears to be lost in his thoughts-oblivious to my presence. Taking this conversational pause in stride, I help myself to more of this ebony elixir. Within minutes I have reduced the cauldron's contents to nothing…yet I hunger for more…
Not wanting to seem ungrateful to Severus by asking for more, I settle myself back into my cushioned niche. Leaning on the armrest of the chair I try to engage Severus in another conversation-his silence now becoming the subject of my attention. What could he possibly be reflecting on? I find the workings of his mind to be rather intriguing; many see Severus as cold and calculating, but few can see beyond his exterior. There is a spark in Severus-something that makes him more then his façade would have you believe.
"Severus?" I whisper his name softy, not wanting to startle him by my sudden urge to converse.
"What is it, Kaida? Not satisfied with one cauldron are you? You just have to have another one, don't you?" He hisses bitterly.
Taken aback by his sudden outburst, I find myself at a complete loss for words. With my mouth agape, I stare back at him-shock blatantly registered on my face.
"It seems to me that you only come to me when you are in need of your potion… Rarely, if ever, do you approach me for other reasons-unlike with Remus, whom you seem to swarm at every given opportunity! You should be more grateful to the hand that feeds you!"
He has chosen his words well; I feel the strength of their sting upon me. I cannot deny that as of late, I have wanted to spend every waking moment with Remus-craving his company. But Severus is sorely mistaken to think that I am so puerile.
"Is that so, Severus? Is that what you think? That I come to you merely because I am in need of your services?" I try to contain my anger; to maintain my neutral front but the outrage I feel continues to grow. It has reached a fevered pitch-I find myself surrendering to it.
"Did it ever occur to you that I could easily brew this potion myself? That I could be completely self-sufficient and save myself from having to tolerate your animosity?" The roles now reversed, he stares wide-eyed at me-lips pursed as though trying to prevent further absurdities from stumbling forth.
"Did it ever occur to you that I could be using these monthly feedings as an excuse to talk to you? Do you want to know why I only come to you once a month…why I only come to you when it is time for me to feed?" With his mouth slightly open, he nods.
"It is because I don't ever know what to say to you! Despite what you may think, I respect you Severus and I cannot fathom why you would want to waste your valuable time exchanging pleasantries with the likes of me! I choose to return to you every month because…you fascinate me…we are so similar that it frightens me a bit…another reason why I choose to have large intervals between our meetings… " My voice trails a bit, as my mind tries to comprehend the flurry of words that has just spewed forth. I have not only just given into the emotions that I have been denying myself for so long; I have also just bared some of my most intimate thoughts to Severus. I feel my face flush with both embarrassment and anger.
What I have feared has occurred and yet I am none the worse for the wear. On the contrary, I feel a sense of absolution. Not only has this surge of emotional liberation filled me with a sense of release; it has also exposed some of my deepest thoughts and feelings. The 'grandiose explosion of emotions' that we have both been dreading has finally come to pass.
"I had no idea…that…that's how you felt…"
"Well it is… And if you honestly find it such a bother to make my potion and have to deal with me on a monthly basis then I will do it myself." I rise from my seat, and prepare to leave. Severus' accusations have thoroughly irked me-not to mention drain me of my energy.
"No, Kaida…don't go…" He grabs hold of my wrist as I try to thunder past him. "Please stay…I don't know what came over me…I'm sorry…" He looks up at me, his eyes filled with regret.
"Alright…but only for a little while…"
Hours pass, I have drained yet another cauldron of onyx ooze in the wake of our conversation. The subject of which has changed several times over the last few hours, from the newest discoveries in Herbology, to the latest goings-on in Quidditch. We flutter around these topics, careful not to settle on the subject of The Defence Against the Dark Arts-for obvious reasons. He actively avoids discussing the pass as well-for reasons unknown. Our conversation is laboured; Severus seems to either be trying desperately to prolong the life of this dying conversation or he is trying to compensate for his outburst earlier-either way, it is desperate. Despite the forced pleasantries, Severus' attitude has definitely lifted, I dare say, he might actually be enjoying himself. Looking at the time, I realize that the sun will be rising in a matter of minutes.
"Severus? I don't mean to be rude, but the sun will be rising soon…"
"Oh, well, at least allow me the pleasure of escorting you back to your chambers…" His voice has taken on that unnatural timbre again-it is far too sickly sweet.
"As you wish…"
Leaving his office, we walk silently towards the stairway leading out of the dungeons. Unlike the lavishly decorated corridors of the school, the dungeons were drab-a very appropriate location for the Slytherin common room. Looking around, I find the all too familiar stonewall that secretly hid the entrance to the emerald abode of Slytherin. I wait at the base of the dungeon stairs as Severus runs ahead to extinguish the candles on our path.
I move swiftly out of the icy dungeons and into the warmth of the school's main corridors. We walk quickly through the halls-the sky turning a dangerous shade of lilac. Severus has once again tried to initiate another conversation-he is struggling to think of a topic to discuss. He finally settles on the topic of Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban. My attention becomes divided, as we near Remus' office-I had not intended to spend the entire evening with Severus; I had hoped to see Remus tonight. I catch snippets of Severus' comments.
"A natural born killer…was a prat in school…I hope they perform the kiss on him…deserves it…I'd love to be the one to bring him in…"
As we passed Remus' office, a small white card comes fluttering out from under his door. I watch as it slides across the surface of the cool marble floor, halting at my feet. The card glows beautifully in the remaining moments of moonlight. Careful not to crease its soft paper body, I pick up the mysterious little card, Severus stands next to me, craning his neck to see what has been written on the card, all the while commenting on it. ("How childish…passing notes…really!")
The card appears to be a QuikCard, a magical note card that records your words on paper as you dictate them-the same cards I have been using for the last month to leave messages for Remus. In long elegant black letters, the card reads:
Dearest Kaida,
Tomorrow will be the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year, as I'm sure you already know. I was hoping that perhaps, you would like to join me.
Waiting eagerly for your response,
Cradling the card in my hands, I whisper my words to the pallid card. Magically my words appear in thin black letters.
Dearest Remus,
I would love to accompany you to Hogsmeade-but I am afraid that simply is not possible. I am terribly sorry…
Apologizing profusely for her response,
Kaida
Folding the card over so that Severus cannot read its contents I seal it with a kiss and send it under the door again. Severus eyes the door angrily before finally continuing on his way. I linger by Remus' door, wondering if he would be upset with my response. The seconds stretch on; I can see the sun's glow just beyond the line of trees. Just as I am about to depart, the small pallid card makes its reappearance-it reads:
Dearest Kaida,
Apologizes are not necessary. Though I miss your company dearly, it is not appropriate for me to try and force you to visit me. I would much rather you do so by your own will.
Patiently waiting for pleasure of your company,
Remus
Severus waits impatiently at the corridor's end, indignantly tapping his foot-his arms crossed. Quickly I bring the card to my lips to record my rushed message.
Ever-dearest Remus,
Once again you have charmed me thoroughly with your sweet gesture, and once again I find myself unable to deny you my company. I will find you tomorrow night, after the Halloween feast. Until then take comfort in knowing that I too have missed your company.
Goodnight,
Kaida.
I tuck the card under his door, pausing briefly to hear his response through the polished wood of the door. As I rise, I catch the unmistaken sound of his blissful sigh.
A/N: I hope that you all enjoyed that chapter. I am still searching for my muses and as you know, that greatly hinders my literary proficiency. So I beg of you all to grant me more time. I hope to update within a weeks time or so. Please do not abandon my story-have faith that I will produce something worthy of your praises. As you know, reviews have the ability to light the way-aiding me in my hunt for a muse. So please, review-cast a light in my dreary search...and aid me in my hunt.
Ninde Annare
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