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Chapter Three
Rite
For some time she stood there, staring at the dress that was crumpled in an undignified heap at her feet. A strange feeling of being
completely numb had over taken her once Malfoy had left the room and she could not find the strength within her bones to jerk away from her still
position. For long moments she rested there until a loud noise sounded outside the door and she let out a quiet peep. She clenched her fists as
that undignified cry came from her and gently poked the dress before her with her toe. She did not trust Malfoy a whit, but then again who would?
He had never showed any qualities that would merit her trust, nor had any others for that matter. A slight shiver ran through her at thought and
she forced those dark memories from resurfacing. It was not the time to sink so far into her subconscious. A deep breath slid into her lungs through
her nostrils as she knelt and curled her fingers around the silky fabric, momentarily surprised at its luxurious texture. She quickly shimmied out of
the slightly itchy grey monstrosity hanging off of her and into the soft mass of material. To her surprise it fit her extremely well and she moved in
front of the massive mirror that took up the majority of one of the walls.
'It doesn't seem as if he's out grown his ego.' She thought dryly.
She smoothed her hands over the garment and then drew still when she saw a disturbing stain spread across what appeared to be the knee and
collar areas of the dress. A deep copper had buried into the fabric and latched on, permanently leaving its mark upon it. There was only one thing
that could be and the Auror in her began to scream hysterically. Her blood grew cold as one of her hands pressed against her mouth, all rational
though fleeing. She really was going to die. She felt her knees began to shake and just before she collapsed something in her mind awoke. Nobody
cared. Her family, since the little 'incident' that occurred in her last year of schooling, had publicly disowned her. Her friends, if one could call them
that, had sympathized with her until they realized that she was truly fucked up from those events and decided that it really would not be good for
their image if they were seen with an abused and mentally unstable (at least in their eyes) teen. Of course, that had been three years before, she
was twenty one now and she was just beginning to become accustomed with being alone. Her throat tightened and she felt hot wetness prick in
the corners of her eyes. It truly was not fair, it had not been her fault...She abruptly shook her head and cut off that track of thought.
"No." She whispered quietly to herself, her arms slipping about her waist as she forgot the eerie stains on her dress.
There was a sharp crack behind her and she whipped around, unconsciously reaching for the wand that was not there. Her vivid eyes lost their
wild edge when she saw the trembling house elf almost cowering before her. Immediately she believed that this pathetic creature had heard the
rumors about her and she let out a very quiet sigh.
"Master says that Binky must get Lady ready."
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "I don't need your help."
The creature, which appeared to be male, squeaked in terror. "But Binky has been ordered to help Lady!"
She ran a hand through her ratty, damp hair before sighing softly. "Why are you calling me Lady?"
"Th-That is what the Lady is..."
She realized she was not going to get anything out of the little thing and drew silent, letting the melancholy tap against its cage in her heart.
"Lady must sit..."
Doing as she was bid, she quietly padded over to a small stool placed in front of the mirror. She let her weight sink down onto the wood and
allowed the small elf work its magic.
Time oozed past her like the sludgy trail of a sickened snail. Her lids were heavy, but someone barred her from slipping asleep. It felt as if
she had not slept in days despite that she knew that she had been heavily unconscious no more than two hours earlier. She swallowed thickly as
the feeling of her hair being carefully brushed and put up lulling her into her daze. Just as she felt her shoulders beginning to relax, the house elf let
out a peep of fear.
"Master..."
That word cleared the silky, cloudy cobwebs from the rafters of her mind and she let her sapphire eyes clear as she turned her head slightly. Pale
skin and silver eyes dominated one side of the room, his invisible aura pressing at her. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to sink down
further on her stool. All of the courage she thought she had bled away as Malfoy struck some primal fear deep within her. There was something
about him that absolutely terrified her, something that made her want to scream in horror and run as far and fast away as she could. The strange
thing was though, the moment those grey hues turned on her the emotion faded away leaving her bizarrely calm, as if she had nothing to worry
about.
"Well done Binky." He said calmly.
He walked towards her and lightly touched a finger tip against her cheek, tilting her face this way and that.
"I suppose this is the best we'll be able to get you. Come now, follow me." His voice was almost...kind; as if he was actually sorry about her fate.
She obediently fell in step behind him, leaving the 'safe' confines of the room. He was utterly silent as he strode down the hallway, leaving her to
stew in the corner of her mind that was free of the odd daze.
'What the hell is going on...' whispered that small part of her, 'I'm going to die, I would think that Malfoy would be happy about that. It's not like
him...'
Her bare foot caught on some rough stone and her balance disappeared. She tumbled forward and into his back. Her cheek collided with the deep
indigo velvet of the robes he was wearing, before she felt him whip around to grab her, but not before one of her knees scraped against the floor.
The skin burst and droplets of blood bubbled up and began to seep into the fabric that clung to her body. Malfoy's figure grew taut and he jerked
away from her, letting her form drop to the floor. She hit with a soft gasp as she banged her hip bone when she firmly hit the ground.
His eyes had lost their soft, grayish silver hue and were now a deep swirling mass of mist with pupils like a cat. He stared at her knee, at the
redness slowly percolate the material a primal hunger appearing on his face. She froze there and began to shake, unable to halt her body's reaction
to this creature. Seconds later the look passed and he cleared his throat.
"Get up, we'll be late."
He acted like it never happened.
"What the hell was that?"
One of his golden blond brows rose a little. "What are you talking about Weaslette?"
A faint growl thrummed in her throat. "You know damn well of what I speak!"
"You are mistaken, I have not a clue." He smirked.
He leaned forward, wrapping his hand around her arm and jerking her up. He brought her face close to his and sneered, his eyes easily sliding back
to their normal uncaring mask.
"Come on, I frankly don't care."
She opened her mouth to protest but he dug his fingers into her flesh hard enough to bruise, before hurrying off. She had no choice but to follow in
the flickering light of the hall.
They walked quietly for a few more minutes before he stopped in front of a massive, ornate door covering in elegant gold filigree. He pushed
open the doors without a care and strode in, she silently followed. The room they entered was small, very few Vampyres waiting there. She began
to shiver as their animalistic stares tore at her, unconsciously trying to get closer to Malfoy. When he realized that she was half pressed against
his side, he snarled and roughly shoved her away.
"Do not touch me human."
His arm wrapped around her bicep as he dragged her once again to the center of the room, past the three or four people congregated and up to
what appeared to be an ancient altar. It was not the stone slab that frightened her, but the dried, old blood that stained it. Terror spurted into
her eyes for a brief second, but it was enough to make him laugh coldly at her.
"It will only hurt for a moment."
"That's not much of a consolation." She whispered.
"Just think the entire Weasel clan will come looking for you with their makeshift weapons..." He mocked softly.
She clenched her fists in anger, pain from several years before welling up in her heart. She closed her eyes for a moment and jerked her arm away
from him. He scowled at her and with the help of several others, strapped her to the stone. She found herself in a suddenly familiar position: her
hands tied above her head and her legs spread slightly and bolted down. A brief sigh slipped from her as she rested the side of her face against the
cool rock, avoiding as much of the crimson fluid as possible. She wished that somebody would come looking for her, somebody who was worried
about her well being. She wanted her family. Her eyelids pricked and she forced the tears back, along with the memories that rose with the
wetness. It had not been her fault, no matter what the public, her family, and one time friends had said. She had not done a thing. She had been
the victim...Although that did not make any difference. Everyone still thought she was the guilty party.
'That wonderful article by that damn Rita Skeeter didn't help at all...' She thought to herself.
Garments rustled around her as she kept her eyes firmly shut, not wishing to see anything in her last minutes except the darkness her shut eyelids
gave her. She took in a deep breath as she heard someone speak in a strange language by her ear, her mind trying to process the foreign words.
"Is zij het Een??" (Is she the one?)
"Ja Heer, is zij de Moeder Aarde.." (Yes sir, she is Mother Earth.)
"Uitstekend." (Excellent.)
"Open your eyes." Said a cool voice by her left ear.
Unconsciously and completely against all of her efforts, her eyes snapped open. Standing above her was a sinister looking Malfoy, the elder of the
two, smirking at her. She swallowed thickly as she forced the fear to hide, refusing to allow such an emotion so show. He saw it anyway and
laughed, the humorless noise echoing callously. She looked around, trying to find the younger of the Malfoys who had whispered to her, her search
proving fruitless.
"Wij staan voor u, onse Goden en Godinnen, om onse beloften van jaren-lang verleden te vernieuwen. Nemt u onse offers van een laag menselijk
aan en vult u onse magie aan zo dat wij over alle anderen zouden kunnen heersen." (We stand before you our Gods and Goddesses to renew our
promises of years long past. Accept our sacrifice of a lowly human and replenish our magic so we may reign over all others.)
His light blue eyes sparkled manically as he pulled a dagger from the folds of his elaborate robes. All in all, the length of sparkly metal was not all
that impressive, but something about the frigid aura it gave off struck her soul. This was not the average blade. This was a legendary Alma
Daggers that sucked a person spirit into the blade so that person's soul could be used for some sort of demonic or necromantic ritual. The iron like
substance caught the light of one of the many candles that floated above those there and all drew in a breath, itching with excitement for the
display of magic. And then in slow motion, the blade plunged towards her, as if it was going to slice right through her throat. She felt something
deep within both her heart and mind snap like a frayed rope forced to bear too much weight and an ethereal scream erupted from her throat. A
high pitched keening noise filled the room, not coming from any of the assembled, but as if from the very stone beneath and around them all. Her
cobalt hues began to darken, the blue melting into a deep emerald colour truer and far brighter than those one named Harry Potter possessed. No,
the new colour her eyes had taken on were a true jade, the colour commonly associated with the earth. The screechy noise grew louder as the
knife's journey did not slow, as it grew steadily growing closer to her delicate skin. The sound stopped suddenly, almost like it had never been
there, and the scream of a terrible, disastrous storm was there. As one, the Vampyres looked up at the ceiling and instead of seeing masses of
softly glowing candles, the stone was blocked by a massive grey cloud that rumbled constantly with thunder. The room was dark, impossibly so,
and the only light came from beneath the door and the few torches that had not been put out by the appalling wind. Massive gusts of vicious air
whipped at clothing, plucked hair from carefully arranged coils, knocking most from their feet. This draft seemed to move as one massive cloud until
it came to Lucius Malfoy. It died like it had been crushed in the palm of a god and an infuriated voice echoed speaking in a faintly feminine voice
that raged with all the fury of the elements.
"How dare you attack chosen one, pitiful Day Walker!" The bodiless creature screamed. "My brothers and sisters blessed you and your kind with
divine gifts and this is how you repay us? Drop that dagger or I will take your life in place of hers!"
Malfoy was rooted to the ground, his eyes fixated on the writhing body before him and the emerald eyes that screamed celestial power, not letting
go of the knife. His hand shook slightly before a bolt of perfectly shaped, golden white lightening shot from the storm above. It connected solidly
with his outstretched fist, sending jolts of mind boggling powerful electricity through him. The metal clattered on the floor seconds before he did,
his body smoking faintly.
"Let that be a lesson to all of you. What has been given to you can be snatched away in an instant if you abuse it. The time has come for you to
reshape your views, relearn lessons long since forgotten. You will pay the price for your perfidious trangressions against your Gods." And then
there was silence.
Her wild thrashing stilled and a small dribble of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she laid there, her body shaking slightly. The clouds
overhead cleared quickly until only the candles remained, floating demurely. A golden haired teen came forward and distastefully pushed the cooling
body away from the altar with the tip of his foot.
"You see now what we have done in the past has cost us." He said softly. "It will take us many years to repay the Gods."
He untied her from the harsh bindings, gathering her up in his arms. He turned to look at those behind him, his eyes unreadable.
"Speak of this to no one. Perform the Rite with one of the humans in the Holding Cell. It does not matter who, I doubt we will be given much power
this year, if any. No one must know of this mortal's power, understood?"
They all nodded and he was glad that he knew that these few, out of all those who shared his immortal blood, were trustworthy. He nodded
wearily and shifted her so that her head rested against his chest. He then left, leaving quietly and seemingly lost in frantic thought.
She came to moments later, her body neatly arranged on a simple pallet. A groan slipped from her lips as her hand came up to rub her eyes.
She sensed someone next to her and turned her head so she could look at them.
"Why aren't I dead?" She demanded.
"Oh I'm sorry. I'll try harder next time."
She scowled and rolled onto her side, burying her face into the crook of her arms. "Bugger off."
"Make me."
"I'd rather not thank you very much."
He snorted and she felt him sit down on the ground beside her, instinctively curling away from him.
"Sit up and look at me."
"No."
"Weaslette, if you don't I won't hesitate to kill you."
"I don't care." She sighed softly.
"I frankly don't give a damn about what you care about, you are going to do it."
"No I'm not."
He did not answer and dug his nails into the nearest part of her, the fleshy area around of her hips. She let out a gasp and leaned away, trying to
escape the sharp pricks piercing her.
"Stop it."
"No, there are some other things I must attend to. Do not leave this room."
"You have no power over me."
His silver eyes flashed as he rose to his feet, watching her coldly. "Oh don't I? You are a wandless mortal which in a manor filled with Vampyres.
You are out numbered and alone. A child of my kind could easily crush the bones in your skull if he or she felt so inclined and you believe that an
adult has no power over you? Jerk yourself out of your delusional world and take a look at reality. No one is coming to save you. No one even
knows where you are. You have no power here, you are defenseless and nothing you attempt to do will save your pathetic life. It does not matter
what or who you were before you came here, you are nothing but an animal who serves no purpose but to fill my kind's bellies." She opened her
mouth to let out an outraged protest. "Do not interrupt me Ginevra. You have no hope so abandon all faith in your race and prepare yourself for a
drawn-out death." He strode out of the room.
She lay there for a moment then rose into a sitting position, her hair falling around her face in gentle clouds. One of the locks caught her eye and
she grabbed it, surprise on her face.
'Why is my hair a real, dark wine colour? And why the hell are there hot red streaks in it?"
She leapt up to her feet and ran to the mirror to further inspect her curls. When she caught sight of her appearance a screech exploded from her
mouth. Gone were her eyes the colour of the Caribbean Sea. Gone were the freckles that had covered her face. Gone was the customary wiry,
ginger hair of a Weasley. Her hands came up to touch the blemish free skin, gingerly touching the milky skin as if she feared the sudden
reappearance of a horde of ginger freckles. Her hair, which before had just touched her shoulders, swung around the middle of her back in a
perfectly straight wave, her fringe curling around her chin. Her breath caught in her throat as she quickly sat down, her mind finally catching up
with her body.
"Why the fuck didn't I die?"
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Your Lord and Master;
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