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.
Chapter 9
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She felt pain, a pain beyond any she had ever experienced. Hell she didn't even know how any other pain felt. For what she knew, the only pain she could remember was that she was undergoing now. She looked down, her hands on instinct reaching towards her stomach.
She felt her body convulse and start to tremble, her left hand stained with blood before her eyes, the other palm encircled around a dagger. A soft gasped passed her lips and she felt herself pulled to the ground. She allowed the force of gravity to lull her into its arms and her eyes were set in a wide, motionless look, as her head hit the floor with a thud.
"Is she dead?" she heard a manly voice asking, as a man with black, dark hair bent by her side, moving two fingers to her neck and checking for a pulse.
"I'd have to say so," another voice began. "Silver kills any demonic creature."
"I thought it only killed werewolves." A new, third voice added.
"Obviously you didn't know enough!" the man from before added, the voice laced with dislike.
"We have no need for a quarrel," the black haired man declared, hastily standing up as if the sight of the dead girl was too much to stand. "We have new business to attend to. Blaise, see to it that my quarters are cleaned when I return."
"Yes my Lord!"
Melisande awoke with a start. Her sheets were twisted casually around her feet, the bed half trashed in her violent slumber, her back dripping off remnants of a cold sweat. She shrugged the covers off her waist, and brought herself into a standing position, her legs dangling to the side of the canopy.
She sighed, and brought a hand to her face, pushing aside the damp locks. In the dark of the room, she stood up and made her way to the windows.
The drapes were pulled together and no light was permitted in the room. Her hand slithered under the corner of one of the thick and heavy velvet drapes, and lifted up a piece of the material, allowing a stray beam of moonlight to hit the wooden flooring, casting her face in an enthralling light.
The night outside of the glass barrier was peaceful. There were absolutely no clouds and the sky was bathed in the glistering light of the silvery moon. It was half a circle. The wind had stopped, only a few stray leaves were brushed upon the veranda of her balcony.
Suddenly, feeling an unexpected thirst, Melisande turned away from the window, allowing the drapes to fall, and the light to cease. She moved toward the door and stepped out into a hallway. Turning left and walking ahead, she reached a set of marble stairs and slowly descended down, careful to step on the maroon rug that cascaded down toward the next floor, instead of the cold stone.
When at the foot of the stairs, the girl turned left and began walking in the direction of the kitchen. She smiled upon entering, seeing Aiden seated at one of the tall, brown-black chairs.
He turned upon hearing noise and gave her a faint smile. "Nightmares?" he asked her, watching as she took out a crystal glass and poured herself some water from the refrigerated jug. She nodded, taking a sip, while walking towards him.
"I don't understand," she whispered, her eyes gazing away from his face. "They make no sense whatsoever to me."
"The doctors said things will clear out with time. The more dreams you have, the better you'll get at piecing together what you see."
"Maybe," she said, her eyes snapping back to his face. They really were something else, Aiden thought admiringly. She took another sip, the glass empty when she removed it from her lips. She smiled. "You know by now I'm not very patient though."
He chuckled. "That I do... Are you going to stay down here for long?"
"No, maybe another couple of minutes," she replied, watching as Aiden got up from the table, taking an empty tray of brownies back to the sink.
"Well I'm going back to bed. See you in the morning."
" 'Night," she called, turning away and staring ahead of her, stone gargoyles bathed in the moonlight, sitting regally on the rail that bordered the outside veranda.
She closed her eyes, her lids snapping shut. She felt a bit dizzy, she mused, pulling her lips in an odd manner that showed discomfort. Her head hurt too.
Opening her eyes, she decided sleep was the best remedy. But as she tried to push away from the table, her feet gave way under her whenandher world was tilting upside down, accompanied by a lightning sharp pain that throbbed throughout her skull just if it were a long sword. She screamed, her hand instinctively going to her head as if to shield it against the pain, and she collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain.
Tears of tension leaked out from under her closed eyes, which were painfully scrunched. Before her closed lids, in the dark, images begun to materialize. Even though she heard no voice inside her head, the pictures said a thousand words to her. It was if a lock on her mind had been opened and everything was flowing out. It was just like the doctors said it would happen.
"Melisande!" Aiden yelled, bursting through the kitchen door, but staying away from the girl that screamed and moved against the floor. "Oh my God," he whispered, paralyzed on the spot momentarily. Until he got the initiative to grab the nearby phone and call someone that could help.
Melisande could still feel the hot pain that was slowly ebbing away, pictures flashing before her eyes. She saw a man, a fire and something in his hand. She tried harder to see what he was holding, or maybe even catch a glimpse of his face. His face remained hidden, but the object in his hand was revealed. It was a long stick, made of polished wood. There was brandy in his hand. He was looking in the fire, but he spoke.
"Ginny love…
The images shifted and she no longer saw the man, but instead she saw a brown haired girl, tears streaming down her face. Her face was dirty and her once smooth and silky hair was soiled. Her clothes were mere rags and she bore several gashes and bruises.
The flashes shifted again and she saw herself, naked, the room made of black marble and the light green and flickering palely. She stood in the middle, a white, silken sheet pooling around her feet. There were voices, all whispering things she couldn't comprehend, it was as if they spoke another language, or maybe it was because there were so many of them, all speaking on different pitches and very disoriented. But that didn't matter, only one voice stood out against the background chatter. A dark power ebbed from behind the booming voice, and Melisande felt her skin prickle.
"Your name is Virginia Weasley but you shall bear another. Your looks are of a redhead, but you shall resemble something else. Your heart is pure, but it will not be so anymore. Your lips are petals of heaven, but they shall now bear poison. Darkness and Light together they have forged you, weapon of destruction and bearer of the balance. Once before only another like you had walked the Earth, and she was mankind's worst mistake. You shall be mankind's redeemer."
Melisande gasped as the flash disappeared completely and the pain dissipated, the hold on her mind gone. She found herself in a bed, two men crouching beside her, one checking her pulse the other injecting a clear liquid in her right arm. "No," she yelled, pushing away the syringe and struggling to get up, shoving the mans arm away and squarely punching the other doctor as he tried to grab her. "Get away. Don't touch me! I swear I'll kill you!" she screamed, rushing toward the door. Aiden appeared through the threshold, and she nearly ran smack dab into him. "Aiden help me!"
"Melisande calm down. They're doctors, they're here to help."
"No," the girl shook her head stubbornly, pushing Aiden aside and running into the hall. "Get them away from me. I'm not some experiment of theirs!" She yelled through hysteria laced sobs.
"Melisande…"
"No Aiden! Please!" she looked at him pleadingly, and something inside him snapped. By what force he knew not, but he felt forced to comply with her pleading, no matter how irrational it was. She needed medical treatment, and deep inside he wanted to grab her and shove her back into the room, where the doctors could sedate her. However, he did no such thing, but instead opened his arms. "Come here," he said softly, "Everything will be alright." She walked hesitatingly toward him, but snuggled into his arms and allowed him to pick her up.
"Gentlemen," he addressed the doctors, returning to the bedroom. "Your assistance is no longer required. If you'd please see yourself out and wait for me in the front hall, I'll join you shortly."
The doctor whom Melisande had hit grunted but they both nodded, gathered their stuff and left curtly.
Aiden placed her down gently, pulling the covers around her frail body. "Want to tell me why you're scared of the doctors, they weren't going to hurt you. They were trying to get you better, make the pain stop."
She propped herself up, shaking her head in disagreement. "But the pain did stop. They didn't do anything. They made the images go away." She frowned, her lower lip trembling. She looked up at him, her eyes full of unshed tears. "Did you know I'm named Virginia? I think I was someone special. But the voice stole me, and sent me back to do something. I think I'm supposed to help the world…" she trailed off in a murmur.
Aiden had froze. "Virginia?" he asked in a dreading voice.
Her head was bowed low and she was currently gazing at her small hands. She nodded, without looking up. "Yes…and I had a last name too…" she looked up with a smile, hope shinning in her eyes. "Maybe I can find my family. See if their okay, maybe they'll help me remember my life."
"What was your last name?" Aiden asked, his face pale.
"I don't remember..." she whispered after a few moments of silence, her smiling falling.
"Perhaps Weasley?" he asked lightly, hoping against hope that it wasn't so. But it couldn't be. Virginia had red hair and soft features. She was not beautiful, but she was pretty and feminine. Melisande was a walking goddess. Virginia was a vampire, and Melisande was a human. It just couldn't be.
Melisande's face lit up again, her eyes sparkling. "Yes. How did you know?" happiness echoed in her tone.
"I didn't. I guessed." He said, his tone indifferent and somewhat shocked.
"But how…did you know her? Did you know my family?"
"No…but she was my queen."
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Melisande or better yet, Virginia sat in the library, a big book set before her. Aiden was examining a similar tome across from her.
"Desdemona was a relative of mine. I never knew my parents, they were mortals. But the regal blood of the vampires was passed down from generation to generation. It was a mere vial and none wished to live forever and experience the end of the world." He broke off, drawing in a short breath of air. "I had no choice. Just a couple a years ago, when Virginia, I mean you, came to power, I was very ill. My grandfather, may he rest in peace, told me that the blood of the demon would cure me. It was blood cancer I was suffering from or Leukemia if you want to be specific. Desdemona's blood cured me, washing my veins anew. But then He made you hand over your powers and you were murdered shortly after. He rules over the vampires now, but he can not control all, not us of Desdemona's descent, for he is not of her blood lineage, but he is only royal by bite mate." He flipped a page, not looking up at her, but continuing on with his story. "Nothing's been the same ever since he got into to power. He is a wizard also, and he has brought everything into chaos. Later after Virginia's death, the ministry of magic fell, followed shortly after by the entire Wizarding and muggle world all across the planet. Only France and some parts of the middle eastremain unconquered, for there are those of us which are the Alliance, Desdemona's descendants and also the powerful guard of the olden Veelas. We struggle day and night to keep him at bay. That's why I am away so many days. War rages beyond these stone walls, a war I thought you had nothing to do with." He stopped and Melisande took the opportunity to pose a question.
"Who is He? You keep referring to him as if he were a God." She asked.
Aiden laughed, looking up from his book from the first time after beginning his story. "He might as well be. He has suffered death many times along and now he is immortal. By sacrificing you he has achieved what many usurpers have wished and yearned for : complete immortality. He was your lover, or so it was said. He is named Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort, but to many he is the Dark Lord of Chaos, and he might very well be the bringer of the apocalypse."
"But he won't. I don't know why or how, but I know I am going to stop him," Melisande said, placing her hand over Aiden's and hooking her hypnotic eyes on his. "I've been having dreams," she whispered, drawing her hand back and looking down in her lap. I hear voices…they tell me I am the Redeemer. The say that another came before me and was mankind's worst choice. She was chaos. I am supposed to help equal the balance."
"Hold on," Aiden stopped her, and hastily got up, running behind a nearby bookshelf and grabbed the wooden ladder.
Melisande followed. "What's wrong?"
"I'm looking for something. I think I figured out something about you."
"What?" she inquired, coming to stand at the foot of the ladder, watching as Aiden flipped through a book, then cast it to the ground impatiently. The book nearly hit Melisande, but she was quick to move out of its way.
"Sorry," he smiled sheepishly, looking briefly at her then proceeding on with his search. "I don't know exactly what I am searching for, but there's got to be something here that I can relate to with your dream. Aha," he said pulling out a large tome, and climbing down. "I think I might find something here."
Melisande accompanied him back to the table were he dropped the book with a thud. The title stared back at them in brown, bold letters against the black covers. "Ancient Greek Myths," Melisande read cluelessly and Aiden cast the first pages aside, opening the book to the table of contents. He briefly scanned it with his eyes and began flipping the pages like crazy. Finally his stopped and began reading:
"In revenge on Prometheus, Zeus ordered Hephaestus, the god of smiths, to craft a gorgeous woman out of earth and water. The beautiful goddess of Love, Aphrodite, was asked to pose as a model, just to make sure the woman was perfect. Once this was done, the Four Winds (or some say Hephaestus himself) breathed life into her and there she lay sleeping, brand spanking new!
The first mortal woman on earth was to be bestowed with unparalleled charm and beauty, and her unknown mission would be to bring mischief and misery upon the human race. Zeus then summoned the other Olympians and asked them each to give this new creation a gift.
Aphrodite adorned her with beauty, grace and desire; Hermes, the Messenger god, gave her cunning and boldness; Demeter showed her how to tend a garden; Athena taught her manual dexterity and to spin; Apollo taught her to sing sweetly and play the lyre; Poseidon's gift was a pearl necklace and the god of the sea promised her that she would never drown.
She was also given a box that held mysteries unknown to her. The Gods told her never to open the box, but Zeus, who had gifted her with curiosity, secretly wished for her to do so.
Zeus gave Pandora as a gift over to Prometheus and everyday after their wedding, Pandora was tormented with the desire to open the box. One day, baring herself no longer, she opened the box and out of it came mankind's worst sins, shades of chaos and destruction. Before Pandora closed the lid, Hope managed to escape and Hope is the only spirit that kept the men going on."
"Does that mean that I am another Pandora?" Melisande asked curiously, studying Aiden's weary face.
"It might be so, but you and Pandora, if she even ever existed, were sent for different reasons. She was a bringer of chaos, but you are the redeemer of chaos that Lord Voldemort created."
Melisande sighed. "I'm afraid." she whimpered, "How am I ever going to do that?"
Aiden looked up at her, studying carefully for a second. "I might have an idea how."
TBC
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A few things I want to explain. Ginny is still Ginny, but in another body, only so that Tom doesn't find her out. She also was given human form so that she might have pure blood running through her, and not Desdemona's.
Review Acknowledgements :
EmmaRiddle/DaughteroftheDark: I'm sorry I changed her name from Ginevra from Virginia throughout the story. But someone told me in a review that Ginny's full name is actually Ginevra and I decided "what the hell, maybe I should call her Ginevra from now on", but I didn't like it and I changed it back to Virginia in later chapters. I promise it will be referred to Virginia from now one.
Pussykat 8Thanks. I sure will.
Bluegirl2751Thanks for the review. Another one would be appreciated.
Paige2310Sorry it wasn't sooner. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Rhysenn Riddle: I'm alright now thanks to three types of antibiotics. egh I'm glad that you liked the twist. I hope you enjoy her new personality and that you liked this chapter as well.
Kirei Baka Kasumi: Thanks, I'm glad you like the twist. Umm…Ginny is a mortal in her new body so that Tom cannot control her by the blood tie they formed at the wedding.
Agnes Fey: Well you'll have to wait and see if the bastard is going to die in the end. I can however guarantee I'll have a fun time writing the ending.
storygirl2009: He did want to keep her as his queen, but he couldn't because that would make him appear soft to his followers and that's never good, he didn't want anybody challenging his authority.
Amazing: I'm sorry you didn't like it. But I just wanted to write something that was completely twisted around and unexpected. I think I managed that, but I'm sorry it isn't very appealing to you. But Ginny is herself. She just has to learn of her past life, and she has to kill Tom in order for the world to return to normal.
I hope you all liked this chapter and that you'll review to let me know your opinion.
Ginger
