Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the series... or anything like that
A/N: This is my warning. First, the main-ish character is my original character, so you might not like that. Also, there will be a bit of gore, sexual mentions (nothing written obviously) and lovely unstable people. My goodness, there might be a bit of homosexuality (still trying to decide how much I'm putting in) and there's swearing and using the lord's name in vain and such. I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Loving DeathChapter One: The Club
I drew constant circles on the plastic counter with my finger as my face stretched for a yawn to escape. "Kali?" I looked up from my imaginary circles to my boss, Sidney.
"Yes?" I questioned and wished that the sun would rise. "Have I done some wrong already?"
It was my first day on the job and it was a morning shift. It started at midnight and ended at five in the morning. Sidney was the chef, my boss and the store's owner. "No," he said. "You've done nothing wrong. It's just that there's going to be some weird people coming in. They always come in at this time, it's just a warning."
I smiled at him, feeling the cold ring through my lower lip. "Thank you," I said.
As if on cue, two men walked in laughing loudly. I would have called them neither weird nor odd, but then I looked at the clothes they were wearing. Both of them were tall. I watched the blonde-haired man walk up first, which made me guess he was important. He took one look at me and raised his lip. "Hey Sidney!" the blonde man shouted to him in the back. "What happened to Teresa?"
"She left to do bigger and better things," Sidney stepped out to smile at the men in front of me.
"Ah," the man turned to the second man behind him. "What do you think?"
The second man, with close to shoulder-length black hair raised his brow and looked me up and down. "She has a piece of metal through her lip and her hair is shorter than mine," he stated.
Sidney looked at my face and pointed at my lip. "I'm terribly sorry sir," I started to take off the ring. "We aren't allowed to wear these, it just slipped my mind."
I slid it gently into my pocket and patted it once to make sure it was actually in there. "Other than that she's rather cute," the blonde man said and smirked sending chills up my spine.
I felt as if I was a whore, for guys to ogle at and I wasn't very attractive. "Her hair's too short," the black haired man decided to tear apart my appearance. "And it's obviously been bleached."
My eyes lowered. "I was going to die it green, but Sidney recommended that I didn't. No piercings, no weird hair colours and no visible tattoos," I repeated the rules.
The blonde man touched my chin softly. "Well I think you're quite stunning," he said with an eerie smirk.
I stepped back away from his grasp. "Thank you sir," I said, nervously. "Can I get you something?"
He looked up at the donuts behind me and then motioned for his friend to stand next to him. "His is my treat," he said, pointing to the black haired man.
"And yours is our treat," Sidney placed his hand on my shoulder.
Why is everyone touching me? "Of course," I smiled. "What would you like?"
Sidney walked back into the back as I took their orders. I grabbed the proper donuts, as well as ones I had never heard of before. They walked to a table close to the counter, since they were the only ones in the store. The black-haired man wore long black robes and had a long crooked nose. His face was wrinkled and he looked pissed off. I quickly suspected that he always looked pissed off. The other man seemed to have a similar look on his face and had long blonde hair. His wore long emerald green robes. I almost jumped to the conclusion that they were homosexual, but the blonde man had a wedding ring on. "To another successful mission," the blonde man held up his coffee cup to the other man.
The black-haired man looked around nervously. "To another successful day."
I watched the paper cups hit each other as if they were in a high-class dining hall. I glanced away as the blonde man smirked at me. "What did you say your name was?" he asked and took a sip of his coffee.
"I didn't say what my name was," I said and quickly busied myself with a stain on the counter.
I wasn't sure why, but I didn't want him to know. I raised my eyes for a moment to see the black-haired man shrug at the blonde. I looked back down quickly, to see the stain that had been there forever. Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask... "May I ask what your name is?" the blonde man asked, as if on cue.
"Kali," I tried not to sigh.
They looked at one another for a quick moment; I noticed something flicker in the blonde man's eyes. He didn't trust the black-haired man. Did the black-haired man notice? "It's a gorgeous name," the blonde man smiled. "I think I know a club that you might be interested in joining."
Shouldn't I be working? Why would I be interested in a club? "That's lovely," I said, and started to look at the donuts. I wished Sidney had something for me to do.
They whispered something quietly to another, obviously involving me. "Dark goddess," the black-haired man's stern voice was like velvet on my ears. I turned to face him. I had never had anyone call me my name by meaning. "You wouldn't be interested in the club my friend had discussed earlier."
I raised an eyebrow. When someone banned me from something, I grew intrigued and would begin to ask questions. I was ashamed to say that I was like the rest of the population. "May I ask why?" I tried to be polite.
The blonde man smirked in a somewhat demonic fashion at me. "See, she is interested," he said.
I kept quiet, guessing that the black-haired man was trying to protect me from something. I quickly busied myself with the anything I could, so they'd leave me out of their sick and boring conversations. "So have you slept with any of your students lately?" the blonde man asked.
Go figure. He reminded me of a boring math teacher. "Have I ever slept with any of my students?" the black haired man questioned, he seemed offended.
I pretended I wasn't listening. "Well, that mudblood Granger has high marks."
The bell went off as people entered. I was relieved to finally have some work to do. I put on a not-so-fake smile, since I was grateful that they were there. "Can I help you?" I asked the three people in front of me.
"Someone's cheery in the morning," a girl with curly hair said, with a slight smile. I hoped that she was just teasing.
"Donut!" the red-haired boy exclaimed.
"Well, there are several behind me," I said, stepping out of the way so they could see the vast variety.
I noted that the quieter boy of the trio acknowledged the black-haired man. The blonde man scoffed. "Isn't this a little low class for you, Potter?" he questioned.
"Isn't it low class for you?" the Potter boy shot back.
"Mature," I heard him mutter.
Potter turned back to me, pretending that he heard nothing from the blonde man. "Three of those," Potter said and pointing to the donuts on the far left. They seemed to be a morning special, since I had never seen them before.
"Sure," I said, with a cheesy waitress smile. "I don't think I've tried them before."
"They're really good," the red-hair boy smiled. "Sometimes."
The girl nudged him hard seconds before I leaned over to get their donuts. "Would you like anything to drink?" I questioned as I submerged from the bottom row.
"Coffee," the curly haired girl said.
"Milk," the two boys said in unison.
I slowly got their drinks since I suspected it was "to go". The longer they were with me, the less I had to listen to the two creepy men. Not only were the three more polite than the men, they also had decent conversations. Classes and friends were things I didn't mind hearing about. They didn't try to include me, but I received friendly smiles as I handed them their drinks. "Thank you," the curly-haired student said.
The three of them walked from the store, abandoning me with the original two. My boss, like before, sat in the back like he wasn't really there. "So has Potter seduced you?" the blonde hair man asked his friend.
His friend had a somewhat disgusted look on his face. "No, that's rather horrid," he replied.
"You're obviously lying," the blonde man said. "I think lots of students have tried. You're rather attractive."
The other man rolled his black eyes, causing me to chuckle. My voice echoed through the small room. I covered my mouth, realizing I probably had a shocked expression on my face. "You find my appearance humorous?" the black-haired man asked, probably offended.
"N-no," I was quite frightened of the man.
The blonde man winked a grey eye at me. "I bet she finds you sexy," he said.
I was going to reply, but the black haired man stood up in an intimidating fashion. His black eyes found their place, scaring mine. Soon after that, he left. The blonde man smiled at me. "Excuse him. He's been accused of something terrible," he left quite quickly, so he wouldn't loose his friend.
I shrugged, not really caring. The man did look nervous though. I spent most of the time staring at the ceiling, waiting for time to slowly tick by. I didn't wonder what Sidney was doing, mainly because I didn't want to know what he was doing. I swore I saw the clock go backwards at some point. Hours later Sidney walked in. "There wasn't anyone else?" he questioned.
I shrugged. "Three youngins and the two older gentlemen you knew," I said.
"Ah, I must have missed some students," he picked up a few trays of donuts. "Your shift is over, even though the other girl is late."
"Okay," I nodded, looking at the clock. "Is there anything you want me to do?"
"No," he said. "You can just go."
He was rushing me out the door, but I did leave. I slid my lip ring back in and kept my sweater slung over my shoulder. The air was already starting to warm up and a smile crossed my face. I closed my eyes for a moment to smell the fresh air. Soon enough cars would be driving by and the flower-scented air would be removed. I almost wanted to stay there forever, but when I opened my eyes the blonde-haired man was watching me. I stepped back. "Don't be scared goddess," his voice smoothened.
A finger asked me to come closer. "I – No, no thanks," I said and started to walk the other way.
I cursed my voice for sounding so scared. Did Sidney set me up? I doubted it; he kept me late anyway. His hand was already on my shoulder. I hadn't even heard him walking up behind me. "You don't even know what I'm offering," his other hand ran down my back as his grip on my shoulder tightened.
I turned around, stepping back from him once more. "I don't want to know," I grit my teeth.
He touched my chin lightly and leaned close to me. "You do," his lips almost touched mine.
I tried to pull away from him once more, but his arm was around my wrist. "Get off of me!" I screamed, trying to get someone – anyone to help me.
The streets were empty. No one was going to help me. "I can see why there's an interest for you," he said, wrapped his arms tightly around me.
I spit in his face. "F-fuck you!" I stuttered.
He ran one of his hands through my short hair. There was blood on his fingers and some stained on his clothes. I tried to pull away, but he pulled me closer, if I could even get closer. "I'm sorry," my face was buried in his chest; I couldn't see anything. His voice was a mere whisper. I couldn't help, but feel light. "I do only what is asked of me."
The air grew thicker around me as voices grew louder and harsher. I didn't want the blonde man to let go off me, since I feared what was happening around me. "You brought the girl back, Lucius?" a raspy voice asked. I quickly suspected that Lucius was, in fact, the blonde man.
"I did," he said.
I no longer felt weightless, but I refused to let go of him. Something about wherever I was scared me. He tried to pull me off of him, but my grip was firm, I didn't plan on letting go. "Are you sure that's her?" the raspy voice questioned.
The voices around me grew louder; it sounded as if they were torturing something. The raspy voice was still louder than the rest, but I couldn't see why. "I'm positive," Lucius said, pulling me off.
I closed my eyes, as I stood alone. I was cold. Everyone was silent. What was I doing here? What had I done? "K-Kali?" his voice was shaking.
I opened my eyes. The black-haired man was slouched on the ground. His black eyes looked up at me. He was chained up and blood dripped from seemingly everywhere. "Why am I here?" I questioned with no bravery in my voice.
He tried to come closer to me, but there was a choke chain around his neck; the kind of chains you used to train a dog. I noticed the cut grow deeper with each pull. "Why is she here?" he screamed at the ceiling. "She's a muggle."
Muggle? I was confused. I had obviously missed something. Does he know me? Almost immediately I had the same type of chains around me. There was no way I'd escape anyway. I didn't struggle. Maybe it's just a dream. Maybe I fell asleep in the shop. I closed my eyes as I heard the black-haired man scream again. I didn't want to see what was going on, nor did I want to see. I could feel their hands across me. I shuddered and tried to pull away. It's just a nightmare. A young voice was heard. "He's here, hide them," his voice was almost familiar, but I didn't recognize it.
I was picked up and my eyes were covered, not that I had them open. I felt my arm scrape against the ground as I was tossed someplace. I heard a door shut and after several moments of silence I opened my eyes. The black-haired man had his head lowered with his hair hung over his face. He still had the chains over him, but they weren't hooked to anything. They were in a rush to move us. I slid my chains off. "So, what's your name?" I broke the silence.
His head raised and he looked at me. "Severus Snape," he said.
I smiled at him. I watched blood drip from his back and... well everywhere. I wasn't sure what else to say. "Hi."
He coughed up blood, which made me wish I hadn't spoke. Could he even survive? "Hi," he whispered.
I was thankful he spoke back. It made me feel less stupid. I walked over to him carefully to examine his wounds. I was supposed to be a doctor, but when we had to dissect animals I had started to cry. I couldn't have the pressure of someone's life on me. I didn't have a choice now. I took off the pieces of his shirt to make sure they didn't get stuck in any of his cuts. Lucius came up to the cell. "Looks like you made a friend," he said to Severus.
I casually hid myself behind Severus, but made it look like I was trying to help his back. For some reason I felt safe behind him, even though he was in terrible condition. "Not intentionally," he muttered. I guessed he was glaring at his former friend. "She doesn't really have a choice, does she?"
I hate when people talk like I'm not there. Lucius seemed to read my mind. "Sweetheart, when you come back up I am going to rip out your lip ring. They're rather repulsive," he said with a too-sweat tone in his voice.
"It's an opinion," I stated.
I wish I sounded braver. "I'm afraid I agree with Lucius," Severus said, not turning around.
It was silent. I spent the time looking at Severus' scarred back. I used my sleeve to try to wipe the blood away. "Why'd you do it Severus?" Lucius asked, sounding like a mere child.
I looked up from his back to look at Lucius. He seemed hurt, but I wasn't really sure what it was all about. I didn't know anything about this place. "I didn't" Severus seemed really angry and I could feel his back tense.
"I want to believe you," Lucius said.
They obviously had a bigger bond than I had previously thought, but Severus was still in a jail cell and somehow I had gotten involved. "Why'd you bring her into it?" he asked Lucius.
He pressed his hands against the bar and leaned close to Severus. He obviously didn't care if I heard, but was worried about what his other friends would think. He whispered, "They told me to get someone close to you. I couldn't get her. I knew you wouldn't want me too. So I just picked up the muggle. I figured it wouldn't matter if anything happened to her," Lucius said. "No one would have known anyway."
I'm nothing to them? Am I even going to survive? I backed away from Severus inconspicuously. I wanted to cry. I needed to cry. "I would have known," he said, glaring at Lucius. "You can't just pull someone out of their life and expect them to die for some random stranger."
"She doesn't mind, do you sweetie?" Lucius asked me.
Yes, I do. I was too nervous to say anything. Severus turned to look at me. His appearance was rather hard to look at. I feared him more than I did Lucius. I wasn't sure why. His looks sent chills up my spine. "She's scared shitless Lucius," he said. "What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking about helping you, you ungrateful asshole," Lucius snarled.
He left quickly with his elegant green gown flowing behind him. I never thought that a guy could look good in something that resembled a dress. What am I saying? Lucius lined me up for death. Severus moved next to me and took out my lip ring. "He will rip it out," he said in a low voice.
I took the small ring from him and shoved it into my pocket. I didn't bother to thank him. It wouldn't matter anyway. I backed up into a corner. Severus followed me once more and sat down beside me. He didn't put his back up against the bars like I had done. He leaned over me and stared into me for a moment. "Are you hurt?" he finally spoke to me.
"Not yet," I said. "Am I going to go through hell?"
His eyes rolled at me. "Grow up. We're going to have to work together if we're going to get out of this."
"You said 'we' twice. I'm pretty sure I'm not even supposed to be here," I said.
He sighed harshly. "Take off you clothes," he said.
"What?" I questioned.
"They're going to take your clothes off anyway," he said. "You'll have them back in the cell if you take them off now."
"W-why are they going to take off my clothes?" I asked.
"I'm going to make sure you're not conscious for that," he replied.
"What are they going to do to me?" I tried to be stern.
"What do you think they're going to do?" Severus was really frustrated with me. "They're insane, violent and they don't feel much. They're going to abuse you and then probably rape you."
I should have guessed. "Did they rape you?" I questioned, noting that he did still have pants on.
"Can't rape the willing my dear," he said and removed my sweater.
"Ew. Should I even ask?" I questioned, disgusted.
"If you must know I've been here for a while; not in this jail cell, but with them. I think everyone has had a piece of Severus already, they obviously felt no need to rape me," he said.
"And I'm fresh meat?"
"Rather attractive too," he stated. "You do want to be unconscious, right?"
"Yes," I said. "Unless some unbelievably sexy is up there," I tried to joke.
"You'd be surprised about who's up there, but hopefully you won't be conscious for that either," he said. "I won't be able to watch over you when you're not in the cell."
I nodded, wishing that I was stuck with someone a little kinder. "I would like to be unconscious if that isn't too difficult," I said.
He started kicking the stone ground. "That's fine," he replied.
I took off my shirt as he previously requested, followed by my pants, shoes and socks. I was nervous and cold. What did I do to deserve this? I shivered and placed my clothes on top of me for warmth. I watched him kick the ground and the bend over to move one of the stones in the ground. I noticed a large gash in his arm that bled. Were they using a whip? It would need stitches for sure. I walked over to him as the stone was lifted. I pressed my shirt against his wound. He handed the bottle to me. "Take one," he said. "I'll try to wake you up when they put you back into the cell."
I dumped out a single pill. It was bright red with highlights of orange through it. I had never seen anything like it before. "What is it?" I questioned.
"What you asked for," he said.
"Are you sure?" I glared at it.
"Well, if it was going to kill you, consider it a favour," he said.
I smiled at his deadpan face and took the pill without water. It burned slightly, but I was still fully conscience. I felt his hand move down my back. When did he get behind me? "That's a gorgeous tattoo," he said. "Where did you get it done? I was thinking about getting one."
I couldn't see him with a tattoo, but I spoke honestly. "I got really wasted one night and woke up with it. Of course it was wrapped up at the time, but I took care of it. I really liked it anyway."
"Wasted?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Intoxicated? Drunk?" I questioned.
"Ah," he nodded. "Too bad. It's really pretty though."
He invaded my personal bubble and kept his hands on my back. I felt more tired with each breath that escaped my lips. My eyes started to lower as several people took me from the cell. I felt Severus' hands leave my back. Why me?