**Sorry, this chapter is a tad graphic. Disclaimer, blah blah blah.
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Nicole started awake sometime around three. She didn't want to be up, but unlike her usual relentless insomnia, this awakening wasn't her fault. Draco, dressed in a robe, was slapping her face quite roughly. Her eyes blinked open, and he stopped mid-swing. "Come on. You have thirty minutes." Then he went back to packing. She laid there a few seconds, confused. Then she recalled what day it was. It was Saturday. Christmas break. Her groggy mind remembered the plans she had made with Tabitha, and she wanted to protest, but she knew where she was going. This was more important. She rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.
The shower pelted her back roughly, and parted her hair over her shoulders. She sat down in the tub momentarily, hugging her knees. What had made her make this decision? Her hand swept over the fresh bruises on her arm. Draco came into the bathroom to pack his toiletries, and she shook herself out of her mind.
Three minutes later, she walked into the bedroom with a fluffy yellow towel around her. Draco was trying not to stare as she dressed. She smirked. After she was comfortably dressed in a black sweater with a cow neck and tie-up jeans with a slight greenish tinge, she blow-dried her hair and pulled on a black barret. She was going to meet new people today, and needed to make a good impression. Draco watched, fascinated but not trying to show it, as she punctured her arm with a cold syringe.
She pulled on a warm, fashionable coat trimmed with minx. It was still dark out when she was packed and ready to go. She quickly started a note to Tabitha, and Draco glanced over her shoulder as she wrote. He smirked. "You really didn't think we'd go without her did we?"
The door creaked. Tabitha tiptoed in, dressed in the same strange garb as Draco. Nicole tried not to let her surprise creep to her face, but Tabitha saw it. She didn't say anything to Nicole, but turned to Draco. "Are we ready to go?"
Draco nodded, then turned to Nicole. She stood. He motioned for her to get her bags, and when she was done, she held onto him. Tabitha joined them in an awkward three-person hug, and they apparated outside of the grounds.
Here, Draco abandoned all need to be quiet. "Nicole. We're going to Toronto." She wondered why but let him continue without interruption. "The next meeting will be held there. Things are getting too hot here in Europe. We'll drop our shit off at your house."
She nodded. At least she'd feel comfortable at her own house. He continued. "We're taking your car. Lord Voldemort emphasized 'blending' with muggles." Tabitha nodded gently.
With that they apparated to her mansion in the Toronto suburbs.
Nicole, after setting foot on her own lawn, was instantly rejuvenated. Her mind woke up abruptly. The butler wandered out to greet her unexpected arrival. He was dressed sharply; She wondered how he had been up. As he wandered closer she could smell the rum on him.
"Hello, Miss Robinson, how good to see you! Everything's as you left it." He burped and passed out on the lawn. Ah well, guess she wouldn't have to deal with his usual questions. She stepped lightly over his body, and continued into the house. Her guests seemed hesitant for a moment, but followed her. She assigned them all rooms, and made the bags float into their respective places.
After that was taken care of, they were ready to go. She led them into the four-car garage. In it rested the vehicles of the various hired help, and at the very front, her beautiful Mercedes. Ah she had missed it. She could see her butler had taken good care of it. It was cold out, so she put up the top after everyone was in. The neon lights glittered beautifully off the hood as she drove. The meeting was at a farm, simple enough. Luckily the roads were paved; She hated driving on gravel.
They pulled up to a party seemingly well underway. People were passed out everywhere. They entered the house. The house on the outside looked like a normal farmhouse. Someone had done a great job on the disguise charm. Inside, one room was enough for a family of four to live comfortably in. There were screams in the corner where homely women were being raped. She assumed they were some of the residences of the farmhouse. On the ceiling rested a guilded cage, and in it were a balding man, and a middle age woman. Judging from the tears on their faces and the cuts on their hands from gripping the cage bars, she assumed the women in the corner were their daughters. It looked as if they had long given up screaming.
Nicole tried her best to ignore them; she needed her wits about her for this next encounter. As they approached a staircase, she had to fight off drunken men from all directions. Her breasts were groped more than once, and that was all she was about to let them do to her. The first sober man they had seen all night stood outside the door. Her father.
She looked him in the eyes. Clouding over her surprise, she felt like shit for having to witness his. He took her aside. "Nicole, What are you doing here?" She could sense the unhappiness in his voice, but she couldn't do anything about it here. She just pushed him off and kept up with Draco and Tabitha. She could feel his eyes on her and tried to ignore it.
Draco swung open the door, and there, sitting in an expensive lazy boy, was Lord Voldemort. He was ugly. So ugly he sent shivers down her spine. There was no other way to put it. His face was scarred, his teeth were falling out and rotten, and his eyes were small and peering. Even as a young man, he could have never been handsome. Instead of staring openly at him, she looked at the two men at his sides. On the left was Professor Snape, with an open look of shock on his face. She tried not to remember that night on the dungeon floor. On the right of the ugly Lord, was a tall, handsome man that greeted Draco formally. He looked almost exactly like Draco, so she assumed he was his father.
She turned her attention back to Voldemort. He was staring at her. At least she assumed he was, his eyes were so small it was hard to tell. He motioned for her to come closer. She moved, and stood so close to him she could smell his rancid breath. She tried not to look disgusted as a voice that sounded like someone screaming far away came out of his throat. "Hello, Nicole. What is your purpose?"
She was unfamiliar with this, but hesitantly replied "To serve you, sir."
He smiled, an odd expression, which stretched his face in an uncomfortable looking position. "What do you want in return?"
Her mind was racing, if she blew this now. "Eternal life, so I can forever serve your cause."
"That is all?" he hissed. She nodded. "Very well, you shall have this; after you prove your usefulness."
She sighed, and suddenly became aware that other people had entered the room. They were also, suspiciously, sober.
Two men rushed quickly forward at some minute gesture from Voldemort, and held back her arms. "Snape!" Voldemort commanded. Instantly the professor rushed forward. She looked at him fully now, and he had tears in his eyes. She realized he was indeed a very sensitive man, and he hated seeing her like this. Draco and Tabitha just stood by and watched.
His lips mouthed an apology, and he pointed his wand level with her eyes. She kept her eyes locked on his as he muttered 'Morsmordre'
Her head exploded with pain, and she reveled in it. She screamed her delight, and Snape was clearly confused. It was a long kept secret of Nicole's that she loved the feeling of pain. It made her a dangerous person, because she didn't know when to stop fighting. She couldn't stop laughing, and was disappointed when it faded gradually. She looked down at her arm; it now had a skull imprinted onto it. She touched it curiously. It still burned nicely. She could tell she was going to like working for Voldemort.
He seemed impressed. He clapped her on the back and robes were presented for her. She put them on, her limbs still tingling. Someone came by carrying a 40 of vodka and she grabbed it, chugging hungrily. She offered some to Snape, who looked at her curiously, then stormed out of the room. Shrugging, she passed off what was left of the sweet burning liquid to Draco, and found someone handing out hits of E.
Pleasantly buzzing, she welcomed her new life with open arms.
Nicole started awake sometime around three. She didn't want to be up, but unlike her usual relentless insomnia, this awakening wasn't her fault. Draco, dressed in a robe, was slapping her face quite roughly. Her eyes blinked open, and he stopped mid-swing. "Come on. You have thirty minutes." Then he went back to packing. She laid there a few seconds, confused. Then she recalled what day it was. It was Saturday. Christmas break. Her groggy mind remembered the plans she had made with Tabitha, and she wanted to protest, but she knew where she was going. This was more important. She rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.
The shower pelted her back roughly, and parted her hair over her shoulders. She sat down in the tub momentarily, hugging her knees. What had made her make this decision? Her hand swept over the fresh bruises on her arm. Draco came into the bathroom to pack his toiletries, and she shook herself out of her mind.
Three minutes later, she walked into the bedroom with a fluffy yellow towel around her. Draco was trying not to stare as she dressed. She smirked. After she was comfortably dressed in a black sweater with a cow neck and tie-up jeans with a slight greenish tinge, she blow-dried her hair and pulled on a black barret. She was going to meet new people today, and needed to make a good impression. Draco watched, fascinated but not trying to show it, as she punctured her arm with a cold syringe.
She pulled on a warm, fashionable coat trimmed with minx. It was still dark out when she was packed and ready to go. She quickly started a note to Tabitha, and Draco glanced over her shoulder as she wrote. He smirked. "You really didn't think we'd go without her did we?"
The door creaked. Tabitha tiptoed in, dressed in the same strange garb as Draco. Nicole tried not to let her surprise creep to her face, but Tabitha saw it. She didn't say anything to Nicole, but turned to Draco. "Are we ready to go?"
Draco nodded, then turned to Nicole. She stood. He motioned for her to get her bags, and when she was done, she held onto him. Tabitha joined them in an awkward three-person hug, and they apparated outside of the grounds.
Here, Draco abandoned all need to be quiet. "Nicole. We're going to Toronto." She wondered why but let him continue without interruption. "The next meeting will be held there. Things are getting too hot here in Europe. We'll drop our shit off at your house."
She nodded. At least she'd feel comfortable at her own house. He continued. "We're taking your car. Lord Voldemort emphasized 'blending' with muggles." Tabitha nodded gently.
With that they apparated to her mansion in the Toronto suburbs.
Nicole, after setting foot on her own lawn, was instantly rejuvenated. Her mind woke up abruptly. The butler wandered out to greet her unexpected arrival. He was dressed sharply; She wondered how he had been up. As he wandered closer she could smell the rum on him.
"Hello, Miss Robinson, how good to see you! Everything's as you left it." He burped and passed out on the lawn. Ah well, guess she wouldn't have to deal with his usual questions. She stepped lightly over his body, and continued into the house. Her guests seemed hesitant for a moment, but followed her. She assigned them all rooms, and made the bags float into their respective places.
After that was taken care of, they were ready to go. She led them into the four-car garage. In it rested the vehicles of the various hired help, and at the very front, her beautiful Mercedes. Ah she had missed it. She could see her butler had taken good care of it. It was cold out, so she put up the top after everyone was in. The neon lights glittered beautifully off the hood as she drove. The meeting was at a farm, simple enough. Luckily the roads were paved; She hated driving on gravel.
They pulled up to a party seemingly well underway. People were passed out everywhere. They entered the house. The house on the outside looked like a normal farmhouse. Someone had done a great job on the disguise charm. Inside, one room was enough for a family of four to live comfortably in. There were screams in the corner where homely women were being raped. She assumed they were some of the residences of the farmhouse. On the ceiling rested a guilded cage, and in it were a balding man, and a middle age woman. Judging from the tears on their faces and the cuts on their hands from gripping the cage bars, she assumed the women in the corner were their daughters. It looked as if they had long given up screaming.
Nicole tried her best to ignore them; she needed her wits about her for this next encounter. As they approached a staircase, she had to fight off drunken men from all directions. Her breasts were groped more than once, and that was all she was about to let them do to her. The first sober man they had seen all night stood outside the door. Her father.
She looked him in the eyes. Clouding over her surprise, she felt like shit for having to witness his. He took her aside. "Nicole, What are you doing here?" She could sense the unhappiness in his voice, but she couldn't do anything about it here. She just pushed him off and kept up with Draco and Tabitha. She could feel his eyes on her and tried to ignore it.
Draco swung open the door, and there, sitting in an expensive lazy boy, was Lord Voldemort. He was ugly. So ugly he sent shivers down her spine. There was no other way to put it. His face was scarred, his teeth were falling out and rotten, and his eyes were small and peering. Even as a young man, he could have never been handsome. Instead of staring openly at him, she looked at the two men at his sides. On the left was Professor Snape, with an open look of shock on his face. She tried not to remember that night on the dungeon floor. On the right of the ugly Lord, was a tall, handsome man that greeted Draco formally. He looked almost exactly like Draco, so she assumed he was his father.
She turned her attention back to Voldemort. He was staring at her. At least she assumed he was, his eyes were so small it was hard to tell. He motioned for her to come closer. She moved, and stood so close to him she could smell his rancid breath. She tried not to look disgusted as a voice that sounded like someone screaming far away came out of his throat. "Hello, Nicole. What is your purpose?"
She was unfamiliar with this, but hesitantly replied "To serve you, sir."
He smiled, an odd expression, which stretched his face in an uncomfortable looking position. "What do you want in return?"
Her mind was racing, if she blew this now. "Eternal life, so I can forever serve your cause."
"That is all?" he hissed. She nodded. "Very well, you shall have this; after you prove your usefulness."
She sighed, and suddenly became aware that other people had entered the room. They were also, suspiciously, sober.
Two men rushed quickly forward at some minute gesture from Voldemort, and held back her arms. "Snape!" Voldemort commanded. Instantly the professor rushed forward. She looked at him fully now, and he had tears in his eyes. She realized he was indeed a very sensitive man, and he hated seeing her like this. Draco and Tabitha just stood by and watched.
His lips mouthed an apology, and he pointed his wand level with her eyes. She kept her eyes locked on his as he muttered 'Morsmordre'
Her head exploded with pain, and she reveled in it. She screamed her delight, and Snape was clearly confused. It was a long kept secret of Nicole's that she loved the feeling of pain. It made her a dangerous person, because she didn't know when to stop fighting. She couldn't stop laughing, and was disappointed when it faded gradually. She looked down at her arm; it now had a skull imprinted onto it. She touched it curiously. It still burned nicely. She could tell she was going to like working for Voldemort.
He seemed impressed. He clapped her on the back and robes were presented for her. She put them on, her limbs still tingling. Someone came by carrying a 40 of vodka and she grabbed it, chugging hungrily. She offered some to Snape, who looked at her curiously, then stormed out of the room. Shrugging, she passed off what was left of the sweet burning liquid to Draco, and found someone handing out hits of E.
Pleasantly buzzing, she welcomed her new life with open arms.