Summary: Tom Riddle is back in power and he's ready to meet up with old acquaintances. Where does Ginny fit in all of this? Well, she's the reason the Vampires won't cooperate with Tom's evil plans. Join Ginny as she is slowly manipulated by the Dark Lord into the perfect tool of evil. Will she ever get out unscratched? Maybe not or maybe so, but the scars will forever mark her soul!
Disclaimer: If you notice that the characters aren't mine you're probably right because they all belong to J.K Rowling.
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Chapter 7
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Ginny's mind slowly started acknowledging the feeling of soft sheets twisted around her body. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed sleepily at her surroundings. A high bed with green draping and black silk sheets was where she found herself laying. She felt the warmth of a fireplace in the far corner opposite of the bed emanate throughout the room and the light of the flames danced on the creamy walls.
Close to the bed Ginny took notice of a dresser and a mirror. The redhead propped herself against the headboard slowly, rubbing her eyes. The room was covered with oak flooring, but on either side of the bed, fuzzy green carpets graced the floor. Straight ahead on the wall opposite of the bed was a door, which Ginny most likely discarded as closed and most likely sealed with charms – for it probably was the door leading out of the room.
Not far from the mirror and the dresser was another door, slightly ajar. Ginny supposed that led to the bathroom, for it wasn't locked. Dim candles burned on various pieces of furniture and illuminated the room with a soft glow. There were only two windows, on either side of the bed, fairly small, and covered by thick green drapes.
The redhead sighed. The sleep had helped, true, but she still felt weak. Her small feet trembled as they touched the ground, and Ginny had to use the bedpost for support as she struggled to walk towards the mirror.
Her reflection was something she did not want to see. Pushing aside the fact that it was beginning to fade and turn transparent, Ginny touched her face with a shaky hand.
What had happened to her? Her eyes flickered with the effort it took her to hold them open, her weakness returning with full force. Her face was pale, ghostly white. She looked like she suffered from some kind of skin disease. Dark circles hung under her eyes and her hair looked too red, loosely clinging to her face. Her lips looked the colour of a pale violet and it looked as though the life had been sucked out of her.
Ginny made to touch the reflection of herself who stared at her weakly, a depressed expression adoring the mirror self's features. The glass brushed coldly under her fingertips and that was as far as she got, before collapsing of exhaustion in front of the mirror, her legs giving way under her.
It was in a faint position that the little redhead girl found her, giving a scream of terror as she quickly ran out of the room. Ginny could still see, she noted, but it was as though she had no control over her body. She couldn't move, couldn't even struggle into a standing position as she whished. She sighed helplessly, staring into the air and allowing her mind to be washed away in her thoughts.
By the time someone entered the room she had no strength left to even look up, but she could only faintly take notice of a pair of black shoes. They came to a stop a few feet away from her and Ginny found out that her hearing was intact as well.
Another set of footsteps made themselves audible as yet one or two other people entered the room. "What have you done?" one of the two people that had just entered demanded hotly.
"Nothing," the other person closer to her replied and Ginny realised it was Tom's voice.
"Exactly!" the voice said furiously, moving closer. "She's dieing you know! There's little we can do but hope this will help." Blaise's voice said and he stepped back, pulling something or rather someone, and thrusting them in front of Ginny.
Her eyes empty of feeling or any other feeling or presence of mind, Ginny waited her death. She was weak, yes, but she was at peace. Blaise growled and bent down, pulling someone's hand down with him. The person stumbled and Ginny could faintly make his/her features.
The sound of ripping material was the only thing audible in the room, apart from their breaths and Ginny's slowly fading heartbeat. She could see a light, a faint white light starting to blur the edges of her vision. She felt happy, exalted and free. She wanted to stand up and run…she wanted to fly.
Suddenly a sinful delicious smell tickled her nostrils and Ginny saw the light fade. No! She wanted the light to stay! She wanted the smell to stay as well…she wanted to taste it.
Where it that her vision was normal, she would've noticed the sharp knife Blaise pulled out of his robes, slashing the person's hand. A small yelp of pain was met with the comforting silence and blood started to pour out of the gash.
Ginny felt and smelt the liquid as it was brought to her lips, staining her lips crimson. The light had by now faded almost completely, leaving Ginny empty and unhappy once more. She wanted to scream, tore and grip harder on the light, not ever wanting those pure, simple sensations to ever leave her. But most of all, she wanted to lick the warm liquid off her lips, and sink her teeth into the flesh, yearning to be closer to the delicious blood.
It was still Blaise who pushed the hand under her teeth and she obediently sank her fangs into the veins, the power of closing her eyes in pure bliss coming with the flow of the other's blood in her mouth.
She could feel a tingling sensation begin in her toes and she had the strange urge to curl her them in pleasure. Faraway, she heard a scream but she didn't care. She felt like laughing but nothing could take her away from the sinful actions she was undergoing…not even death!
She could hear her heart – or was it the other person's – beat loudly, pounding against the ribcage, but flattering all of sudden. Ginny now knew that it hadn't been her heart, for hers was franticly beating from the surge of unknown emotions, and the other heart had long since stopped its rhythm.
Suddenly, she was aware of her surroundings. She could feel her legs, her arms, the hard floor…everything! Where it not for the sudden realisation of what she had done, Ginny would've jumped from the joy it brought her to feel her body's energy course through her once more.
Her eyes snapped open and she felt the strange urge to vomit. She violently pushed the limp hand away from her lips and glanced down at the face of the pale redhead child. It was the girl from her cell!
No! It couldn't be! How could she have done this? No! No no no! This wasn't happening. Ginny hated herself, she felt dirty, impure.
With a quick knowledgeable thought, she grabbed the knife from Blaise's hand and slashed her wrist open, biting her lips against the pain. She grabbed the girls limp head and before she could be stopped, she poured her blood into the child's mouth.
Tom yelled something but Ginny could've cared less. All that mattered now was the child's life and that she could actually bring the girl back. Her cheeks coloured with life again after a good few drops, and her small hands reached up to Ginny's wrist. Ginny allowed the child a small drink to sustain her energy, before pushing her head back forcibly – for the girl clung to her like a leech – and watched as the cut slowly healed itself.
The knife was still in her hand and she had the sudden urge to plunge it into Tom's stomach when he picked her up harshly from the roots of her hair, throwing her against the wall.
Were it not for her hard head – in two ways, Ginny thought with a smile – she most likely would've cracked her skull open. However, despite her endurance, a sharp stab of pain warmed the back of her head and she struggled with her vision as the pain flooded her control.
"What have you done!?" Tom asked, yelling in rage.
"Insured her life." Was Ginny's bold reply as she hid the knife behind her back.
Tom laughed, angrily glancing at the child. "She's a mudblood!" he said and was about to add another angry comment when Ginny intervened.
"Correction, she's a pureblood now and don't even try to kill her Tom, for it will be as bad as killing me!" She smirked, smiling satisfied at his annoyed expression, never anticipating him lunging at her.
Ginny moved out of the way, the knife clutched tightly in her hand. She stood up with great speed and pointed the knife at Tom, who lingered threatingly in front of her. "Don't make me Tom, because I'm far from caring if I kill you or not!"
Tom straightened, resuming his annoyingly cool façade. He even smiled at her. "I don't think you'll have the chance Ginevra love, he drawled and got a puzzled looked from Ginny.
"Wha--"
Was Ginny last word before she felt a blow being administrated across the back of her head and she stumbled dizzily a bit, before falling into a dead faint over the sleeping form of the exhausted child.
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Ginny felt something cold brush over her forehead and in its trail, water droplets fell on the side of her face. Her eyes opened, adjusting quickly to her surroundings and the dim lit room.
Ginny moaned, her head felt as though it had just gone through and back from hell, and considering her rotten luck of late, she seriously considered that thought before her memorises flooded back to her.
A redhead child was sitting beside her on the bed, a basin full with cold water in her hand, and a clean cloth which – Ginny realised – had just momentarily left her forehead.
"How are you feeling mother?" she asked with pure concern. "That was quite a blow."
"Mother?" she asked confused as she stood up in the bed. Ginny noted that the girl was not wearing rags anymore, but instead blue, elegant wizard robes adorned her skinny frame. Her straight red hair fell like a curtain of fire, farming the delicate features of her face that looked strangely like Ginny's.
"Yes," she said softly, moving off the bed and placing the basin on the nightstand. "You sired me, I am yours…your child."
Ah yes, Ginny thought, she has my blood running through her veins now. A small smile inched its way to her mouth and Ginny carelessly pushed the covers aside.
"I see Riddle took to your care and heeded my words." Ginny said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
The little redhead girl came around, nodding. "Yes, he did." She paused a little and looked at Ginny for quite some time. "Come, you must be washed, and then you'll have to take your dinner." Ginny stood up, glancing down on her robes. They weren't torn and dirty anymore and instead she found herself wearing some silk pieces of night wear. "Follow me," the girl beckoned, heading into the room Ginny had earlier took for the bathroom.
Ginny felt herself stand up, her feet treading softly on the green carpet and then on the hardwood floor. The bathroom was huge, and if Ginny wouldn't have know her terrible situation, she would've jumped for joy…But alas, she knew she was a prisoner, like a bird in a golden cage.
Ginny sighed and followed the redhead over to a small settee, where the child told her to sit. "I don't even know your name," Ginny begun and before she could finish, the child had already spoken.
"Emily, Emily Trackson mother." She smiled and exited the bathroom, only to reappear moments later, caring an exquisite looking green robe along with other garments.
She told Ginny to undress, and the older redhead was uneasy at first, but then reasoning to herself that Emily was just a child and one of the same sex as her, she did so without difficulty.
Emily went around and opened big, golden taps that thundered with water as it begun to fill the large tub. She poured some aromas in the bath, and bubbles formed atop the water, a vanilla scent tickling her nose.
"Vanilla," Ginny exclaimed, closing her eyes in a momentary bliss of the intoxicating scent she was quite taken with. "I love vanilla." She said, brown eyes opening instantly and looking into Emily's own blue orbs.
"He said you did." Emily pushed Ginny into the deep tub.
Ginny was just about to ask who was 'He', when she realised that many years ago they had told each other everything. They're darkest desires, they're secrets – or at least she had – her likes, her dislikes and many more other things.
Ginny scowled darkly, glaring at the bubbles as though they resembled Tom's face.
To say in the very least, Ginny was socked as she felt a sponge begin to scrub her back. She nearly jumped from the tub, yelping so in the process. Emily laughed from behind her.
She clearly found this amusing, but to Ginny, who had never been used to servants, this was quite something strange and embarrassing.
"Mother, please! I have strict orders to see you bathed and I wish not to anger The Dark Lord but I will if you do not comply." The girl said and Ginny sighed, settling back in the water.
Having some massage and wash your body was quite the pleasurable thing, Ginny thought as she sat in the tub and allowed Emily to clean her, enjoying the tingly sensation her skin throbbed in the places where the sponge had touched. When she was done, Emily poured some shampoo in her hands and thoroughly scrubbed her hair, instructing Ginny to dunk her head in the water once she was finished.
Ginny did so, and when she emerged from the foamy water, Emily had already procured a clean, black towel with a Slytherin crest on the side, draping it over her dripping shoulders. When Ginny was dried, Emily beckoned her to the settee once more, braiding her hair into an elegant style.
The black dress Emily handed Ginny fit perfectly around her curves, accentuating her body to its maximum capacity. Ginny didn't like it a bit, for it showed way to much skin and cleavage, and it wasn't that she was modest, but she just didn't wish Him to see that much of her…but then again, maybe she could use that to her advantage.
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Prisoner, that's what she was. She hated every minute of it and she spent every alone moment thinking up escape plans, that always hit the same dead end.
As she followed Emily down the dim halls, a new plan started formulating in her mind. It would be perfect if Tom fell for it, and she could almost feel that this would indeed work. Anticipation fizzed in her stomach and she could almost squirm with delight at the idea that she was going to be able to achieve something like it.
Ginny didn't know herself to possess the ability, but she was sure she could pull it off with Tom without stammering and blushing. It was different now, she felt bolder and when boys looked at her she didn't feel the urge to twist under their gaze and blush. She had grown up, she had to admit that much.
They reached a set of doors and Emily informed her that this was Tom's study. Ginny thanked Emily and bestowed a light kiss on her brow before entering the room as the child had instructed her.
The door opened lightly with a gentle push on her part and Ginny glided softly in the room, her feet treading silently on the dark, hardwood floors. The door closed with a faint 'click' and her eyes returned on the room, scanning her surroundings.
The heavy, dark green drapes were tightly shut, blocking out any view of the sun or of her outside surroundings, which might've given away the location of where she was.
An exquisite black marble fireplace burned dimly and there was an earthy scent flooding the room from one of the few scent candles that burned in the room. Ginny gave an inward smile. Just the thought of the 'Great-Dark-Lord' liking scented candles would have the Order of the Phoenix members bawling on the floor with laughter. It even made her have to stifle a chuckle.
Beside the fire - not far away from it but at a safe distance - was a desk with green velvet topping and furnished completely out of cherry wood. Seated at it was the person Ginny dreaded to see, but despite her wishes, was forced to.
He looked up, his dark eyes locking onto her own soft, brown orbs. He smirked and seemed to place a few papers away before looking up again, and leaning back in his chair, his hand propped behind his head as he leisurely allowed his eyes to trail lazily up and down her body.
Were she her old self, Ginny would've blushed and shrank under his gaze, but now, keeping in mind her plan, Ginny was glad of his 'good' mood. With a calculated walk, she swayed her hips and came closer to his desk.
He however, watched her unmoved, his smirk firmly in place as though glued onto his face. "Ginevra, so nice of you to join me. I trust you enjoyed Emily's presence." He bit out the child's name with well withheld disgust.
Ginny nodded, smiling an alluring smile. "Yes, I was glad you heeded my words."
"Just your advice, love, I give the commands here." He said. Not if I can help it, Ginny thought with a sweet smile.
"Of course Tom, it couldn't be any other way." She said nastily and before he could comment on her tone, she spoke again. "Have my people contacted you yet about my liberation?"
"Your people, have sent me a message that after your coronation they will join me." He smirked, satisfied that his plans were turning out as planned.
Ginny advanced, leaning on the side of his desk. He stared up at her with an unreadable expression, a look of amusement gracing his thin lips. Ginny bit her lips – time for action – she thought. "What will happen to me after your deal is signed and closed?"
Tom looked past her, seemingly thinking. "Well, I suppose I have to keep you because vampires aren't a lot to be fooled. They'd require your presence to go forward with my plans. Besides, if you learn some self constrain, you wouldn't be bad to have along." He winked and Ginny pretended to not notice.
"Can I ask you something?" she asked, staring at him oddly.
"Depends what love." He drawled, examining her voluptuous form as it drew closer to him. Her proximity didn't bother him, in fact, he was quite taken with her bold attitude. The little Ginevra he had remembered was definitely not what he had expected when he had gotten his body and his memorises back, not that he was complaining. Maybe her new personality had its 'perks' and maybe it came with – umm – 'benefits'.
She bit her lip further, trailing a slim, white finger down the length of his neck and around his collar bone. She inched closer to him, so that now her leg brushed lightly against him. "I was – umm – wondering," she drawled lazily in what she hoped was a slurred voice. Her finger circled his neck once more and trailed down the front of his robes to his chest. "If for," she paused, moving so that she was in front of him, between his legs. "The right," she breathlessly paused again, bending so that her lips brushed softly over his.
Tom smiled enjoying the new side of her immensely. He pulled her over to him so that she stumbled into his arms and had no choice but to lean on him, or fall to the ground between his legs. He would've preferred either position.
Never loosing her sexy allure, Ginny managed to prop herself seductively against his chest, a lazy smile dangling from her inviting lips. "The right," she repeated, her voice a low, husky whisper as she nibbled on his lower lip, biting down softly. "price." She said lightly pushing her hips against his to emphasize her suggestion. "You'd be willing to –ahm," she paused, her eyes dark with desire as she bent down to kiss him once more.
He tasted of wine, possible red and his masculine scent was enough to send her reeling into a spiral of lustful desires, even despite her plan. He deepened the kiss and Ginny was slowly getting dizzy with the pleasure of it all. Her magical energy was all in tight, fizzing knots and her blood flowed faster in her veins. He was like blood – like food - even better than that. He was intoxicating, like a drug that she could not stop herself from being addicted to.
It took a great effort to untangle her lips from his and when she drew back he leaned forward, wanting more, but all that he got, was a finger placed upon his lips to silence him, or keep him at bay. "Grant me a favour." She finally whispered in his ear sensually.
"Depends on the favour." He said hoarsely as she trailed her small, soft hands down the length of his body, scraping her nails through his robes. His eyes shuddered closed and Ginny could feel his body yearning for her as she grinded her body forward into his. She could see he struggled to stifle a groan and instead he bit hard on the inside of his cheek in order to maintain his grasp on the situation, which was slowly spiralling out of control.
"I just," she begun huskily, her had travelling lower and lower as her body danced into his in a rhythmic pattern that drove, not only him, but her too in a whirlwind of desire. She gasped as his hands tightly drew her closer to him, pushing her frail body more into his and she barely found her voice through the haze of her lustful feelings. "Wanted to – oh Merlin --" she trailed off in a throaty moan and Tom chuckled.
"You wanted Merlin. Pity, I thought you wanted m--" he feigned mock hurt, but didn't stop his sensual attention on her body.
"No," she said loudly, stopping his comment before it hit home and ruined her plans. It took every bit of self control she still possessed to ask. "I wanted to know, where Hermione is... if she's safe." She mumbled as Tom lazily started playing with a loose curl, but quickly stopped, just as though a bucket with cold water had snapped him back to reality. He scowled darkly at her and pushed her back, off his lap.
She glared right back, rubbing the sore spot where her rear had hit the floor non-too-gently. "Ginevra darling," he said after a long, uncomfortable silence, an amused smirk hanging from his lips. "Were you trying to seduce me into betraying information to you?"
Her darkening glare was answer enough for him and he laughed a dry, hollow, chuckle. "I admire the fact that you tried, even though in the end you failed sadly." He said mockingly as he got up from his chair and went to stare into the amber depths of the flames. Ginny, after a bit, got up as well, her dark gaze following him about the room.
"Where is she?" Ginny bit out icily despite the remains of passion that still fizzed in her blood.
He turned around and looked at her, emotionless, blank face housing sparkling, dark pools that looked up at her with amusement. He smirked, "Well I suppose Lucius is taking good care of her." He paused, enjoying the look of bemusement on the redhead's face. "He always did have a fancy for mudblood whores."
Ginny's anger flared and she flew at him, fists at the ready. Of course, he was just as strong, even stronger, than her and he managed to catch her wrists in an iron grip in no time. "You bastard! I'll kill you! I'll kill you and that pig, Malfoy too! Both of you, with my bare hands!" She was twisting in his painful grip, wildly trashing in his arms and taking no notice of his amused smile as he drew her closer into his hands.
"Ah Ginny," he moaned, "move that way a little bit more," groaning he closed his eyes in pleasure but never allowed his amused smirk to fade as Ginny pushed herself against him in a futile attempt to break free of his grip.
Her face twisted with disgust and she spat at his feet. He chuckled. "You disgust me." She said in a voice filled with hatred. "Go fuck a cow." She said nastily but he chuckled.
"If it looks like you, maybe I will." He laughed mockingly and she managed to break free of his grip, making an annoyed and disgusted sound, before sneering at him and opening the door.
"Stay away from me Riddle and pray that Hermione is not hurt, because you don't want to see me mad!" she threatened but she knew, as much as him, that they were empty words. She had no power while she was contained by him in his house.
"My bones are trembling inside my flesh." He smirked after a dry laugh which she despised.
With a surprising motion, she brought her hand up and wrenched a necklace from around her slim neck throwing it at his feet. Ruby red eyes of the snake pendant stared up at the Dark Lord. She scowled, and when she spoke, her voice was laced with venom. "Fuck you and your gifts Riddle!"
She glared at him once more and without uttering another word, stepped out and slammed the door shut, loudly. It didn't matter to her why Tom had wanted to see her in the first place. She stalked angrily down the halls luckily finding that Tom was not following. The bastard, the dirty pig! She would find Hermione when the time was right. Right now, all she could do was wait and hope that her muggle friend could cope with the dreadful fate that was bestowed on her.
When she had power, when she was immortal, she would break free and she would save Hermione as well. Tom would pay and revenge would be hers, no matter what her feelings cried out for her to do…or not do!
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TBC
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