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 10

SNEAK PREVIEW FOR CHAPTER 11 AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER

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Melisande gripped the silk shawl tighter around her naked shoulders, which were basking under the pale light of the moon. Two men flanked her on either side, but even despite their protection she felt fear creep into her bones and she shivered.

"Remember every step carefully, because your very life depends on how well you follow out the plan." Aiden was saying.

Melisande sat across from him, seeping tea. She nodded.

The path they were walking was a dark one, twisted through the nearby woods, which led down into the village that lay on the border that separated France from the New Empire, as Voldemort call his land. It wasn't even a path, not really, no one ever traveled it.

The trees were starting to clear up. They were coming to the edge of the forest. Lights from below greeted Melisande's eyes and she allowed herself a minute before her eyes adjusted to the sudden glimmer of the city.

High, great walls made entirely of white, shining limestone rose up into the night sky, almost touching the horizon line. Through the distance and the light of the city, Melisande observed cloaked sentries patrolling from tower to tower.

She and the two men began descending down the hill, careful not to step on her dress or sprain her ankle. At the foot of the hill, a deserted alley stretched before them. Somewhere a dog barked and an owl hooted. Melisande's fear increased.

"Rex and Reynolds will be with you in the carriage. Technically not inside but Rex will be driving and Reynolds will be invisible. He will report to me if the mission is successful." Aiden explained and Melisande paled.

"I will be alone?" she inquired, her tone wavering.

"Yes, but that is how it must be. It's most convincing."

They stepped out of the alley and into the populated street. Carriages were rolling by on the cobble paved street and many muggles and wizards strolled down on the side walk. Light shone onto the street from the many, overcrowded bars that lined the street. If Aiden hadn't explained to her what the war had done to other countries outside of France, Melisande would've never believed something was wrong outside the city.

Her steps were small as they rounded a corner.

"What iz a wonzerful laz-ey such az yourzelf zoing alone on zuch a nite az zis!" A man that seemed to mould right out of the shadows inquired, his platinum blond hair gleaming in the street lights.

His blue Veela eyes had no effect on her as she tried to find her voice. "Umm, I am not alone sir. My companions are following right behind me." Melisande said sweetly, her voice on edge of tremor. Rex and Reynolds stepped up at her side.

"I zee. Zen good night milady!" He bowed, stepping backward and once more disappearing in the shadows.

"Careful Lady Melisande, there are certain kinds of individuals you'd rather not meet at certain times in the night." Rex advised. "Come this way Lady. The carriage waits."

Melisande nodded, smiling faintly, a smile that did not quiet reach her eyes. It came and went with a curl of her lips.

True to Rex's words, a regally sculptured carriage pulled by four white horses was parked outside a Chocolate shop, a man dressed in peculiar green robes sitting by it.

"Finally," the strange man said. "I've been waiting here all night." He grunted as the party of three came to a stop by the carriage. "Where's my money?"

"Here," Reynolds said, pulling out his wand and saying something Melisande couldn't comprehend.

The man fell to the grounded, lifeless, Melisande realised with a sickening feeling.

"You've killed him?" she gasped.

"Sorry for such a sigh Lady Melisande, but we could not afford to have him know any information about tonight. It would have been dangerous for the mission." Rex gruffly replied. "Now if you please," he began, opening the carriage door. "Step in."

Melisande gulped. This would be the thing that sealed her fate, the step that would bring her to fulfill her destiny. She stepped in.

"The Carriage will be intercepted in the attack, but fear not Melisande, for Death Eaters are greedy men and they will not harm a woman that can be taken as a prize. I know the General well, I might say, and he will like the idea of stealing something of mine."

"Of yours?" the girl inquired confused.

"Well yes, you will pretend to be my fiancée. Here's the ring." Aiden said, and pushed a glimmering jewelled ring on her finger.

Melisande sighed, staring down in her lap and turning her palm to look at the ring. It really was beautiful. Aiden had said that it had belonged to Desdemona herself and that it had the ability to charm any mortal creature. But Aiden believed that its charm had long worn off as time had passed. Now all that it remained was a beautiful trinket. Silver and gold bands entwined to hold a large diamond, bordered on either side by twin sapphires.

The carriage started moving and Melisande closed her eyes, feeling each bump of the cobbled stone road in her very back. The soft plush of the carriage coach was of great comfort and took away from the bumpy movement.

Suddenly there was aloud bang on the outside and the carriage shook, as well as the ground it rode on. The horses neighed and one of them broke loose. Screams of terror broke loose in the night and shouts terrified the night.

Melisande was absolutely shaken with terror, but she tried her hardest to keep calm. After all she knew what would happen.

The carriage door opened and a masked man stood in front of her, holding its wand pointed at her.

The girl gave a scream and scrambled to the opposite door. "Get away from me. Someone help!" she pleaded rattling the knob, although she knew very well it was locked.

The Death Eater reached across the carriage seat, grabbing her around the waist. Melisande yelped and began trashing, trying futilely to break free of her captors grip.

"Hey Malfoy!" the man called, "Look what I have here!" he beckoned.

Melisande was dragged out and trusted onto the road. She fell to her knees, bracing her fall on her hands. Her eyes were blurring with unshed tears and she looked up as the man who had thrown her, came and roughly pulled her shoulder, ordering her to raise her head.

"Unhandled me you filthy Pig!" she yelled, her vision blurry, but still clear enough for her to see the outline of another cloaked and masked figure.

The man holding her chuckled "Good enough, eh Lord?"

The man didn't respond immediately, but seemed to measure her from head to toe. "Bring her about Leo!"

"Yes sire." The man said and pushed her up. "Get moving wench!" he commanded, and removed something from his pocket. Before Melisande registered were he was taking her, a black, sweet smelling cloth was clamped over her face and she felt a wave of dizziness overtaking her into darkness.

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Melisande felt the warming blaze of flames dancing against her cheek. A pale, red-yellow light greeted her half opened eyes as she glanced into the dancing ambers of a nearby fire. The room had a cozy feeling despite where Melisande believed she had been taken.

She laid on something soft, silken covers beneath her fingertip. Melisande stood up, her face screwed up in confusion. Her head swam from the drug still, and the girl felt the instinctive to throw up the drug out of her system. However, she doubted that was hardly an option in her present situation.

Whoever had taken her captive, Melisande observed, had gone through some trouble to make her feel comfortable. She lay on a canopy bed made entirely from richly polished red cherry wood, and silken sheets of crimson colour. The floors were padded with wood and two great bear skin carpets lay across, one just in front of the fire, the other in the middle of the room. Two velvet armchairs trimmed by an ebony wood resided in front of the fireplace, a small coffee table in between and a vase with red roses placed atop.

The room was harmless enough, Melisande reasoned. And then an idea flitted across her mind. She quickly glanced down and she thankfully noted that she was still wearing her robes. Her hair however, must've fallen out for it cascaded around her shoulder in rivulets of black silk.

Melisande stood up, examining her surroundings once more, looking for a door out of the place. She crossed the room despite the fact that her shoes seemed to be missing, and made her way to a nearby door. Her hand closed around the knob and that's when a voice nearly startled her to death.

"That leads to the bathroom and I doubt that's where you want to go."

Melisande yelped and jumped back as if the knob had burned her hand. "Whose there?" she asked suspiciously, her voice small as her eyes darted from side to side, searching.

The man laughed. "Come around here and see for yourself, pretty one." The man sweetly beckoned and Melisande felt an odd tremor rise from the base of her spine and weave itself into her mind.

She walked ahead, but paused, wondering where the man was. The only things that stood ahead of her were two armchairs. And she clearly remembered noticing that they were empty. Suddenly another chuckle made itself audible and a slivery, transparent material fell to the floor, at the side of the left armchair.

A hand materialized out of the air, beckoning. "Come."

Afraid, but knowing she had no other option, Melisande obliged while coming around the other armchair, her eyes resting in the grey orbs of the man. He had handsomely features set about his face, much like the man from the alley, his hair platinum blond and all alike but he bore no fangs. His lips were set into a smirk that troubled Melisande deeply, for she could not intercept with his smile beheld.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked in amusement.

"No…umm…I…" she tried to get something across but it only came out as distorted words.

The man smiled, a wolfish smile. Melisande very much felt like the prey. "Sit down," he gestured to the empty armchair beside her.

Her eyes snapped to the seat, and she hesitatingly sat down. He pulled his wand out of his robes and waved it around, two glasses of brandy materializing out of the air. He handed a glass to her. "Tell me, how are you related to Aiden D'Aubigne? Lovers perhaps?" he asked, lightly, taking a sip of his drink as she flushed. Melisande placed the glass on the small coffee table, eyeing it with distrust.

"Mr…?"

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He said with amusement, draining his glass and setting it not far from hers, still full one.

"Well, Mr Malfoy, I believe I am in no measure to reveal this information to you."

"Oh but you are my dear," he said sweetly, although poison was laced in his words. "You see, you are my captive. I could do with you as I wish. Telling me what I need to know will save you a bit of time, and it will also spare you torture. There are many ways one can extract certain things out of an individual's mind." He threatened, standing up, his figure looming above hers.

Melisande visibly paled, her lips drained dry of blood. They were almost unmistakably white.

"What would you have do to me?" she asked, her voice surprisingly calm despite the fear that clenched her mind.

"Depends entirely on your decisions Lady."

She sighed and pushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, locking it behind her ear. The diamond ring glimmered on her finger and Malfoy's eyes were instantly drawn to it.

He strode forward and none-to-gently pulled the girl up, wrenching her hand to his. "What's this?" he asked emotionless.

"A ring…" she trailed off, confused.

"A wedding ring? I see…you are engaged to Aiden D'Aubigne." He smiled, a treacherous smile. "Well my lady, why didn't you say so from the beginning. It certainly makes things more interesting." He smirked.

And before Melisande had time to debate what he meant by his last words, his lips descended down on hers with a bruising force. Melisande had never been kissed, but she felt that this was not how one was supposed to act in such tender moments. And she doubted that the Malfoy character was anything but tender.

She tried to push him away, or pull her mouth free of his invasion but it was futile. His strong arms looped behind her back, pulling her closer to him. She struggled, managing to end the kiss, just as he begun laying bruising bites on her neck. Her hands came up, pounding against his chest and trying to make him stop. "Get away! Off with your disgusting hands! You bastard!" she yelled.

A sudden noise, not made by Melisande, made the man look up and he straightened, acknowledging the newcomer. The stranger bowed. "Sire, His Lordship is here and requests your presence."

"Thank you Alex." He said, "I'm coming." He added, bending down to grab the silvery material that had fallen to the floor.

"Oh and Alex," Draco called to the man, "get someone to watch Miss D'Aubigne's quarters while I'm gone. Fetch a houself too and get her cleaned up."

The one called Alex nodded. Then both men disappeared out of the room, the instant Melisande blinked.

Oh hell with it! She thought angrily and turn, picking up the brandy glass and gulping down the contents. The liquid burned its way down her throat like molten fire. If she were to be used, she might as well not remember taking part in it, Melisande wretchedly though, falling down upon the bed, eyes deep in thought as they stared at the ceiling.

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Malfoy came in Tom's line of view. "My Lord," he said bowing to the floor. "I…We were not expecting you till later on this week. Why the sudden change of mind?" he asked lightly, looking up.

"What I do and why Malfoy is no concern of yours…"

"I am truly sorry Milord."

"As you should be." Tom said unaffectedly, his pale face hidden in the folds of an expensive looking cloak. "However, I have some matters to discuss with you. And so I ask you to show me into your study," he spoke, "where its private." He added, looking with disgust at one of the passing houseleves. He made eye contact with the creatures and whipped out his wand, whispering something under his breath.

A red light hit the elf and it stumbled, gasping in pain. "Get moving you disgusting piece of vermin!" he called and the scurried up.

Malfoy looked after the elf. "Make sure you tend to the Lady you idiotic creature."

The elf looked back, humbly bowing and mumbling an answer. After which it turned and continued running away.

"I thought you didn't have time for a mistress." The Dark Lord asked hinting amusement as Malfoy showed the way to his study.

"I don't." he replied calmly, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat in a comfy chair by the fire, the Dark Lord across from him. "The "Lady" is D'Aubigne fiancée. We caught her on a raid nearby the White City."

The Dark Lord smiled. "You've done well Malfoy. The enemy is bound to furious. Maybe he can trade the White City in exchange for his Lady." He chuckled. "And where does this Lady reside?"

Malfoy looked bored. "In a guest room in the second level of the manor, but I'd doubt she would be of any interest to you milord. The wench is quiet plain if a say so myself." The blond lied.

Riddle smirked. "Really, well I guess I'd have to be judge of that won't I !"

Malfoy reddened. "Of course milord, I would not keep the girl from you. If that is your wish then I will send her myself to your chambers."

"That would be pleasant young Malfoy. But now," he spoke, taking something out of his cloak. "Let's talk business."

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Melisande stared oddly at the creature, both amazed and scared at the same time. "No," she repeated. "I will not let you touch me!" she boldly declared.

"Please Lady," the creature pleaded, tears shinning on the surface of its brown eyes. "The Lord Malfoy will be terribly upset and he will do bad, bad things to Twinkie."

"Is your name Twinkie?" Melisande curiously asked, making a dash to elude the creature.

"Yes Lady," he said exasperatedly, following the girl. "I have orders. Please let me clean you."

"No!" she yelled, making a dash for the bathroom door. She entered the room and shut the door behind her. Closing her eyes she relaxed, thinking that she had rid herself of the strange brown thing that called itself a house elf. She had never seen one of them, but Aiden had told her about them.

Suddenly a pop made her snap her eyes open and she gave a shriek of panic. The elf stood in front of her, its brown eyes locked onto hers.

"At least allow me to pick your clothes and show misuses the bath and how to work it."

Melisande hesitated but then reasoned that there really wasn't a way to elude this. So she gave in. "Alright," she said, "But I'm still not letting you touch me."

The elf nodded and snapping his fingers, water filling in the black marble tub and soap falling into the water, bubbles springing to the surface. So this is magic, Melisande thought. It was not as bad as Aiden had described it to her.

"Set the clothes on the bed." Melisande ordered, desperate to have the creature out of her presence. It unnerved her.

"But Twinkie needs to lace the dress up." The elf argued.

"I'll manage by myself. Just go." She ordered and the creature gave in, disappearing out of the bathroom.

Melisande waited another few minutes before silence was all that met her ears, and begun stripping off her peach gown. When she was free of the soiled clothing, she slipped into the tub, relishing the feeling the warm water cast against her skin.

The water soon got cold and Melisande got out, grabbing the nearby towels which she wrapped around herself before leaving the secluded comfort of the bathroom, and stepping into the bedroom. Thankfully, the room was empty, and no signs of the elf were to be seen.

A black gown lay neatly sprawled on the bed, matching shoes and jewellery placed nearby. Melisande walked toward them, dropping the towels and picking the dress up in examination. The material was very soft and it slipped over her finger adoringly.

To Melisande's embarrassment and shock, no undergarments had been placed beside the dress, so, flushing, the girl slipped the dress on without anything underneath.

Black gemstones and diamonds adorned the necklace that she put around her neck and the same jewellery combination was lightly dusted on the bands of the shoes. She slipped the shoes on too, and turned to the mirror on the all, taking in her figure. Her hair was still damp, and it was beginning to curl again, turning into soft rings.

The dress had a low cut in the back, ending just as her spine met the buttocks, making the girl feel as if the dress would slip off her shoulders at any moment. Her oddly coloured eyes stared back at her examining her figure, but Melisande drew her gaze away from the mirror, just as a sound broke her concentration, startling the girl.

The blond haired man that had so rudely invaded her personal space a few hours before walked toward her purposely. Melisande drew back thinking that his lips were going to attack her again, but instead, he made a grab for her wrist and pulled her with him. "I'm not going to ravish you Lady, you might as well come willingly to dinner."

Melisande didn't reply but allowed him to pull her forward and into a wall, that dematerialized as he touched it.

"By the way, black is really your colour. You look strikingly beautiful Lady D'Aubigne."

She blushed, but still remained quiet. They paused in front of a door and Malfoy stepped forward, abandoning his hold on her for a minute, just long enough for him to turn the door knob and push the door open. He pushed Melisande in, and the girl turned to look at him confused, for he had not followed. "Enjoy your meal Lady D'Aubigne," he said with a smirk, closing the door behind her.

Melisande turned looking ahead of her, and she nearly fainted as her ungodly eyes landed on a person seated at the head of the table, her mind suddenly assaulted by visions.

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Onto Acknowledgments: for sneak preview scroll down

EmmaRiddleDaughteroftheDark: No problem hunnie. I guess I should've put the name thing for Ginny in one of the disclaimers, but now I suppose its to late, since Ginny's actual name wont be used in the story anymore. Melisande is a name a really like and I chose it for her because it kind of beholds this dark power and it sounds mysterious. Also, she will start remembering things of her past, so by the end of the novel I am hoping that she will remember everything from her past life. Thanks for reviewing!

Lady Lestrange: Oh the vampires will stay alright. Tom is one of them so it will be pretty hard to just exclude them out of the story. I didn't think of the name significance when I chose it for her, but even though she is a redeemer, her body and her personality were given to her by a dark spirit, or as you could also call it the "devil". I hope you continue to review and I really hope you update your story. I'm dieing to find out of Ginny and the other manage to get out of Voldemort's castle.

Rhysenn Riddle: I will continue this story, and I'm glad to have a fan such as yourself, however I don't think I'm going to post a book out soon, its too much work and it requires time that I don't have.

Kirei Baka Kasumi: You'll just have to wait and see what will happen wen Tom find out about Ginny…if he even does! I'm glad you like the Pandora twist. Review!

ezilysmused11: yes I did! Review!

Justine: Well I'm glad you like my style! Review!

And now the sneak preview of next chapter.

Tom cupped the side of her face, looking deep into her eyes, searching inside her soul. He was met with a black barrier wall. He had not expected such force and protection from such a fragile creature. She seemed harmless enough.

Her eyes were locked onto his, and Tom felt their hypnotic pull upon his soul. No one had ever managed to do that except…except for Ginny, and she was long gone and he had changed way to much for anyone to ever reach into him that far.

He shook his head and stared at the odd colour of her shinning pools that were looking at him in despair and confusion. Such a lovely combination, he thought, taking in the pastel contrasts of her lovely eyes.

And that's when her hold on him broke, and he shook his grasp on her, snatching his eyes away from her and breaking their hypnotic allure. Her eyes, there was something very wrong with them. They did not seem real, and yet, he knew that they were not made by any colour changing spells, but more that she had been born with them. Something was missing and Tom couldn't piece the puzzle together. This girl was very wrong, her whole aura screamed darkness, but inside her soul was a pure as the falling snow. Only her eyes betrayed the mix between the two.

"Michael," Tom called and the door opened, a man with pale skin and brown hair stepped through, bracing himself against the door knob.

"Yes your lordship?"

"You are free to feast on this lovely Lady. I have no further need of her, but alas, I want to watch."

"Are your sure my lord?" the man asked, not believing his luck.

Tom nodded, and pushed a horrified Melisande into his arms. The girl stumbled into Michael's arms and gave a yelp as the young man wrenched her hair aside, revealing the soft flesh of her neck.

Tom sat down in a chair, watching with amusement the scene before him unfold.

"No, no, no! Please don't!" Melisande pleaded, her eyes growing large with fear.

But the man took no heed to her protests and sank his fangs into her flesh, blood dripping down her neck. "No!" Melisande screamed, twisting in his grip and springing free, to Tom's amazement.

However, his amazement was dashed as he noticed that she had no gotten free on her own strength, but rather, Michael had fallen to the floor, clutching at his throat.

"My Lord, help me!" he choked. "Her…" he tried to speak despite his convulsions "…her blood…its poisonous…silver arsenic…" he gasped, his head falling to the floor with a thud.

Melisande stared in horror at Michael, then cast her unnatural eyes in his direction. Tom looked long and hard at her. It seemed that there was more that met the eye concerning Miss D'Aubigne.

All this and more in the next chapter! Stay tuned and review!

Ginger