Hey, I'd really appreciate it if you could review this story PLZ... ok
well here goes my first fan.fic... (I know it's VERY short but anyway, I
am going to add new chapters regularly so, stay tuned..)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the stuff you recognise like characters and
location, the only thing I own is my heart, imagination, a cat and a
guitar.. (anyway.. all I own is the plot)
Don't Give In Masked
He walked slowly, unaware of the dampness of his robes, unaware of the cold breeze blowing through every strand of his silvery blond hair, unaware of the approaching shadow outlining the forest, the dark forbidding and forbidden forest. He walked pass the first trees on it's outline, fighting to go back fighting against the imperious curse set on him by his own father (if a father he could be called). His legs kept on moving, his mind only peeking through his eyes at the landscape passing by, at the growing darkness... Suddenly, a dark figure, wearing one of the masks he so much hated and so quickly recognised, jumped out from behind a tree and grabbed him by the trunk, pushing him towards the centre of the forest. He saw as all around gradually darkened up to the point that one had to strain his eyes to gaze at his own hand, spread in front of his face. He was put down, the masked man kneeled in front of him, hurriedly whispering into his ears.. "Don't give in to him or any of his doing, resist.. pretend... but don't ever give in and forget the line between good and bad.. don't forget who you are Draco Malfoy NOT Lucius and not Lucifer before him.. you are Draco and so, owner of your own mind, thoughts and actions.. You are Draco" The mere shadow of the man, gave in to the darkness around it and was gone.. His body started moving again, he tried to stop his feet, he tried to stop his body from obeying His commands, from following the Dark Lord's presence. He couldn't do it.. he gave in.. he let the body lead him to suffering, to corruption to misery and to lies ... again ... but.. he gave in the body and not his mind.. oh no, not just yet.. he had been through a lot and he knew this night would be worse but he would fight until fighting was not an option and resisting could not be done. His feet kept moving; slowly the clearing he recognised came into view. The dark forms of his future co-workers (if He had his way) loomed all around him, many more apparating into the darkness and seconds later blending in with the other moving shadows, he, would soon be one of these moving shadows if his father had his way. After all -he thought- for him I am no more than a mere shadow, a shadow following his steps, never creating my own, when will he let me live my own life? - His thoughts were interrupted by the tall dark figure moving in-between them, silencing all with his mysterious stride and menacing red eyes. Making his way to the speech stone where he would stand up and start the meeting. The dark lord stopped several times looking at the faces of his followers, judging whether they would ever be a problem and, if so, making them suffer for something they did not yet do. Draco felt the cold glare on his back but still he looked down. He then felt the cold long fingers rest in his back, making there way up, towards his hair, through his face and then lifting his chin up. "Good you joined us Draco, your father told us you were having second thoughts" he hissed, and then just when Draco's shoulder muscles started relaxing the Dark Lord turned towards him again "Never have second thoughts again.. Crucios!". With that Draco fell to the floor, never had he experienced the curse at full power. His mind blanked, his every muscle tensed, pain sailed through his veins pumping with his blood even though his heart had seemed to freeze.
OK.. Real short but I have to get feedback other wise, I don't know if I'm sounding ridiculous
Oh and to many other writers, I have signed some reviews as Lara.. that's me.. well, I'm here now as Lady Of the Moon!
Don't Give In Masked
He walked slowly, unaware of the dampness of his robes, unaware of the cold breeze blowing through every strand of his silvery blond hair, unaware of the approaching shadow outlining the forest, the dark forbidding and forbidden forest. He walked pass the first trees on it's outline, fighting to go back fighting against the imperious curse set on him by his own father (if a father he could be called). His legs kept on moving, his mind only peeking through his eyes at the landscape passing by, at the growing darkness... Suddenly, a dark figure, wearing one of the masks he so much hated and so quickly recognised, jumped out from behind a tree and grabbed him by the trunk, pushing him towards the centre of the forest. He saw as all around gradually darkened up to the point that one had to strain his eyes to gaze at his own hand, spread in front of his face. He was put down, the masked man kneeled in front of him, hurriedly whispering into his ears.. "Don't give in to him or any of his doing, resist.. pretend... but don't ever give in and forget the line between good and bad.. don't forget who you are Draco Malfoy NOT Lucius and not Lucifer before him.. you are Draco and so, owner of your own mind, thoughts and actions.. You are Draco" The mere shadow of the man, gave in to the darkness around it and was gone.. His body started moving again, he tried to stop his feet, he tried to stop his body from obeying His commands, from following the Dark Lord's presence. He couldn't do it.. he gave in.. he let the body lead him to suffering, to corruption to misery and to lies ... again ... but.. he gave in the body and not his mind.. oh no, not just yet.. he had been through a lot and he knew this night would be worse but he would fight until fighting was not an option and resisting could not be done. His feet kept moving; slowly the clearing he recognised came into view. The dark forms of his future co-workers (if He had his way) loomed all around him, many more apparating into the darkness and seconds later blending in with the other moving shadows, he, would soon be one of these moving shadows if his father had his way. After all -he thought- for him I am no more than a mere shadow, a shadow following his steps, never creating my own, when will he let me live my own life? - His thoughts were interrupted by the tall dark figure moving in-between them, silencing all with his mysterious stride and menacing red eyes. Making his way to the speech stone where he would stand up and start the meeting. The dark lord stopped several times looking at the faces of his followers, judging whether they would ever be a problem and, if so, making them suffer for something they did not yet do. Draco felt the cold glare on his back but still he looked down. He then felt the cold long fingers rest in his back, making there way up, towards his hair, through his face and then lifting his chin up. "Good you joined us Draco, your father told us you were having second thoughts" he hissed, and then just when Draco's shoulder muscles started relaxing the Dark Lord turned towards him again "Never have second thoughts again.. Crucios!". With that Draco fell to the floor, never had he experienced the curse at full power. His mind blanked, his every muscle tensed, pain sailed through his veins pumping with his blood even though his heart had seemed to freeze.
OK.. Real short but I have to get feedback other wise, I don't know if I'm sounding ridiculous
Oh and to many other writers, I have signed some reviews as Lara.. that's me.. well, I'm here now as Lady Of the Moon!