Chapter 8 Slept So Long
When my eyes fluttered open, the brilliance of the light streaming in through the window was blinding I closed my eyes pointing toward the curtains closing them.
"Much better," Draco startled me. "Your barely conscious use of wandless magic is unnerving."
I shrugged and snuggled in closer to him inhaling his scent. I couldn't ever get enough of him, and in realizing that was frightening. My selfish urges to turn him, to make him mine, was slightly unsettling. But that would defeat the purpose of his comfort to me. He made me feel human and alive, and to change him I would loose what little of my humanity I have left. If I were to love him I would protect him, even if it were from me.
"We're late for breakfast." He said, I opened my eyes to look up at him, his blonde hair disheveled across his stormy eyes. He smiled and kissed my forehead and shifted out of my bed.
He gathered up his clothes and leaned over me to kiss my lips softly, "I'll meet you downstairs."
"Alright."I smiled watching him leave the room. I groaned and threw the covers off me heading for a quick shower.
I dressed in a similar gown of the previous night only this one was deep red, ox blood, with silver lining the inside of my long sleeves and on the bottom hem. I pulled the top portion of my hair up, revealing the glow of my cheeks, thanks to Draco and enhanced by the shade of my dress.
I put my shoes on, knee high combat boots. What can I say? Living the way I have leaves room for eccentricities.
I headed down to the dining room, assuming breakfast would be served there.
As I turned toward my left I heard a crack to my right. That crack sound all too familiar of a cane hitting flesh.
One of Michael's own favorite methods as scars on my back would prove. The next moment the smell of blood assaulted me, Draco's blood.
I reacted quickly opening the door, scanning the room and advancing on the man who dared harm My Draco.
Lucius lifted his arm, prepared to deliver another blow to and already bloody back. I grabbed his raised arm, halting further damage, quickly removing the cane form his grasp.
Lucius turned toward me stunned. "How dare you interfere?" He seethed through gritted teeth.
I glanced over to Draco, he was leaning over holding on to the edge of his father's desk, disbelief and shame evident across his angelic face. I passed my hand a few inched over his wounds, healing them, leaving no trace.
He sighed in relief, as well as I. I couldn't stay in a room with the scent of blood permeating the room.
Lucius watched for a moment then fury returned.
He stalked toward me lethally, but I would not back down, who or what he was be damned. He pulled me up by my upper arms shaking me, "There are rules in this household that I'm sure you're pampered life are unaccustomed to. Rules you shall abide by while in my home."
"Father."
"No, Draco, she must learn what befits a Malfoy. First of all obedience and secondly, everything has a price. Understood?" He stared into my eyes for a moment a sneer in perfect place on his face. "Answer me. Is that understood?"
"Yes." I would play his game for now, it was of no benefit to reveal myself to him.
"Yes, what?' his grip tightened on my arms, my toes not barely touching the floor. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, still not looking away, "Yes, sir." My words giving submission but my stare belied that, showing defiance.
He released me finally, pulling his cane from my hand. "Draco, get her out of my sight before I change my mind and punish her for her infractions."
"Yes, sir," Draco gathered his shirt and robes from the nearby couch, then guiding me quickly form the room.
Closing the door behind us he redressed, "Mercy, you really shouldn't have."
"What should I have done?"
"Left it alone."
"What was all that about anyway?"
"Do you really think he needs a reason?" he quipped leading me outside. "He was making a point, to both of us. Don't worry though, in a few hours, he'll be civil again, as long as he knows he has control."
"I swear Draco, if he lays another hand on you I'll kill him."
To my surprise, he start laughing "And how do you propose that?" he asked once he regained his breath.
"That's part of our discussion left for when we return to school."
He shrugged nonchalantly, satisfied as I already promised full disclosure once we returned. We walked toward the border of trees, and strolled along the property. Mist engulfed around us making it difficult to see at a distance at times. We walked in companionable silence for the most part.
"Draco?"
"What?" he still sounded slightly on edge.
"Are you angry with me?"
He laughed softly, "You face my father down but you worry about whether or not I'm angry with you?" he paused "No, Mercy, I'm not angry."
I smiled and wrapped my arm around his as we continued to walk.
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"My Lord," Lucius dropped to his knees after apparating to Voldemort's side.
"What do you have to report, Lucius?"
"Not much, My Lord, other than she's extremely protective of my son, going as far as intervening between us this morning without hesitation."
"I see, that scene you set up was successful, than. Anything else?"
"She is powerful; she uses wandless magic without realizing how rare that is, especially for one so young. She's respectful, when it is called for; she put on quite a show last evening. She has another night at the Manor."
"Good. Get more information, push her further, but do not attempt to break her, I want her intact and unharmed, Lucius. Dismissed."
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It was late afternoon by the time we returned to the Manor. When we stepped inside we both were a little anxious as to Lucius' whereabouts. A house elf appeared to ask if we needed anything, Draco inquired about his father. The house elf informed us that Master Lucius was called to the Ministry and delivered a message that he would not return until late this evening.
We retrieved our books and quietly completed our weekend homework in the library until dinner was served to us. Narcissa would dine in her rooms tonight as the message we received stated she was feeling under the weather.
We went to bed that night a feeling of foreboding gripped us both as we decided to remain in our separate rooms at least until we knew Lucius was home and asleep, before chancing another encounter with his temper and house respect.
I considered it unnecessary as we both knew that Lucius was aware of the nature of our relationship, but I would concede to Draco, as long as he would come to me if possible.
I had the distinct impression that Draco was pulling away from me and I was slightly hurt by this, and becoming increasingly uneasy about revealing anything to him. I wondered if I could really trust him, if he would be loyal to his father or choose me. I refused to disillusion myself as I suspected Draco's hostility toward Lucius, but blood is thicker than water.
I undressed and slid into bed, feeling the chill still as I had no body heat of Draco next to me so I pointed to the fireplace and lit it, realizing my wand was in my robes on the floor. Lying in bed watching the flames dance my eyes stared to get heavy. I drifted between the realms of consciousness and dreams, the heat of the fire finally reaching over to the bed.
I heard the click of the door being shut, and smiled to myself. It didn't take Draco to long to finally come to me. But something isn't right, the scent is off, as he approaches the bed, I inhale again before opening my eyes, no, not Draco, but close. I opened my eyes and looked up, seeing Lucius standing there wearing a green silk robe, the belt barely tied, revealing his broad chest. I looked up further seeing lust in his eyes. I pull to the far side of the bed holding the covers under my arms around me.
"Are you afraid of me now?"
"No, just cautious, as I'm not sure what you want."
"I know your secret Mercedes."
I was slightly unsettled by this and made sure not to show it. He could be bluffing, "What secret do you speak of, sir, as I have many."
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, the choice is yours."
He knelt on the bed drawing closer to me. I held the sheet tighter. His bare skin, the closeness of him, his scent, all pushing me closer to the edge, shaking my resolve to not sleep with him. Draco's father. I care about Draco, if he knew I willingly slept with his own father, how could I expect him to forgive that and allow me back into his bed? Could I forgive myself? No, I couldn't. We have a deal, to remain exclusive until we agree not to. On my honor, and my self respect, I hold my word.
Lucius reached his had out to cup my cheek and for a brief moment I closed my eyes, inhaling his intoxicatingly masculine scent. I could almost feel the blood pumping through his body. He moved to pull the sheet from my now lax fingers. In that second my eyes flew open and pulled the bedclothes tighter around me.
"Please, Mr. Malfoy."
"Please, what? I'm trying to give you what we both want."
"No, I don't want this."
"Yes, you do. I can see it in your eyes."
My stomach quaked, he was right, my body wanted it but I still would resist. "Even so, my answer is still no."
"I will not be denied. I already told you that no one refuses me. I open my home to you, grant you permission to be with my son, and this is how you would repay me?"
"I didn't realize payment was required, sir."
"I already made it clear, everything has a price. This is the price."
"And I have no say? I can't say what I would pay?"
"What else do you have that would interest me?"
"Nothing."
"Precisely."
"I always get what I want. With or without your consent, it is irrelevant to me."
He tore the bedclothes from me, his eyes raking over me. The fierceness of his cool gray eyes sent a shiver through my body. He hooked his hands under my knees and pulled me toward to foot of the bed. He climbed over me pinning me under him with his weight.
I lay there not sure of what action to take, more afraid of exposing what I am that this man or this act. I weighed the repercussions of this act verses knowledge of what I am. Neither seemed good but I figured I would not go down without a fight as I don't have to use any vampiric traits to fight off an attacker.
As he kissed my neck and ran his hands up and down my sides, I reached for his hair, as he spread my legs. I swallowed, trying to remain calm, forcing myself to be pliant for a moment. He shifted, holding himself at my entrance, he roughly thrust into me. At that point I pulled his hair, hard and used my other hand to scratch across his aristocratic face.
He pulled away slightly, but did not withdraw from me. He brought his hand up, touching his bloody face, drawing his hand away to look at the blood. Lucius looked at me with a frightening gleam in his eyes.
He then withdrew from me; I thought for a brief moment that I won and that he would leave. He drew his left hand up and slapped me across the right side of my face, knocking my head to the left, as soon as I turned to face him again; he backhanded me cutting my left cheekbone with his emerald wedding ring.
I pulled my knee up to my chest kicking him in his chest, knocking him down in an undignified heap on the floor. I quickly stood on the bed waiting his next move. As he stood, I shifted my weight from leg to leg, my nude form now unnoticed by me.
The smell of his blood was becoming too much to resist. He stood angrily withdrawing his wand from his robe pocket. I swiped my hand across my face, looking him in the eye and placed my bloodied finger in my mouth, sucking them clean, furthering my blood lust.
I could feel my eyes change, hoping he wouldn't notice in the dim firelight, but his expression changed slightly to guarded curiosity, but it was quickly replaced by a mask of indifference. "Crucio," he seethed.
I fell to the bed as liquid lava shot through my veins, trying to stifle the screams fighting their way out of my throat. The screams broke free and I felt like they were coming from someone else.
He finally released the curse, I lay panting, trying to recover from the painful curse. He overtook my body as I felt to weak to move anymore. As he thrust himself into me over and over, blood tears escaped my eyes, flowing down my face, unheeded. He licked them off my swollen cheek. I cursed myself for my weakness and my self preservation. I should have realized surviving on the potion alone would leave me without any preternatural strength. It would leave me as weak as a small human female, against a powerful male.
I could remember a time when a kick from me could knock someone of Lucius' size across the room, this time I barely was able to knock him off balance.
I groaned in frustration, a moment not lost to Lucius, "See, I knew you would like it." He panted.
I kissed the soft tissue at the base of his neck where his shoulder met. He grunted in response, which just sent me further into my desire for blood. I vowed then to never let myself be so weakened, so vulnerable.
He was getting close to his release, and I hoped that he was distracted enough that what I was about to do would go mostly unnoticed. I wrapped my legs around his hips and one arm under his holding his back and my other hand weaved through his silky hair, drawing him into me I bit into him, finally.
Crimson waves spurting down my throat, I drew as much as I could and fast as I could, draining his strength as he approached orgasm.
Tasting his orgasm through his blood sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. Before his final shudder I withdrew my eyeteeth from him licking the puncture wounds to heal them. He lay still; catching his breath as I was catching mine I released my tenuous hold of him.
He looked into my eyes smiling maliciously, "So, my pet, you like it rough. No wonder Draco is so taken with you. I wish my wife had such an appetite."
I looked away, ashamed of what I had done, the risk I had taken, but the feeling of his blood pumping furiously through my veins, the bliss of that could not be denied.
"Lucius, I am not your pet, nor will I ever be, get used to that."
"Really?" he raised his eyebrow as he withdrew his limp used member from me and stood. He leaned over the bed and caressed my split lip I hadn't noticed, with his thumb, placing the blood into his mouth, licking my blood off.
"We shall see, this time Cruciatus next time Imperious, I'll have you beg, I think."
"You're right, we shall see."
He rewrapped his robe and left.
I lay huddled in the middle of the bed awake for what seemed like hours, unable to fall asleep. I wasn't sure if it was because of what just transpired or because Lucius' magical blood thrumming through me.
I mull over the thought of going to Draco. Draco. Will I ever be able to think of him and not see his father also? What would going to Draco accomplish? Nothing really. Would he fight for me? Probably not. And if he did, it most likely get him killed.
I imagine killing Lucius, feeling his death through his blood.
I hate him.
I'm not sure whom I hate more though, him or myself.
I hate that I'm weak. I hate that Lucius had to show me that. I hate that smug look of satisfaction on his face. I hate that he's just about ruined his son for me.
I can't help but think of the differences and similarities of the two. Draco and Lucius. As well as the differences and similarities between Lucius and myself.
I will bide my time until I'm stronger to exact my revenge on Lucius for what he's done to me. Not necessarily the act of taking something that wasn't given. I'm the same in that regard aren't I? He stole from my body just as I stole from his, as well as his son on the previous night. If that was my only price, was it to high? I don't know. No I will bide my time to make him pay for the realization that I was almost powerless to stop it.
When my eyes fluttered open, the brilliance of the light streaming in through the window was blinding I closed my eyes pointing toward the curtains closing them.
"Much better," Draco startled me. "Your barely conscious use of wandless magic is unnerving."
I shrugged and snuggled in closer to him inhaling his scent. I couldn't ever get enough of him, and in realizing that was frightening. My selfish urges to turn him, to make him mine, was slightly unsettling. But that would defeat the purpose of his comfort to me. He made me feel human and alive, and to change him I would loose what little of my humanity I have left. If I were to love him I would protect him, even if it were from me.
"We're late for breakfast." He said, I opened my eyes to look up at him, his blonde hair disheveled across his stormy eyes. He smiled and kissed my forehead and shifted out of my bed.
He gathered up his clothes and leaned over me to kiss my lips softly, "I'll meet you downstairs."
"Alright."I smiled watching him leave the room. I groaned and threw the covers off me heading for a quick shower.
I dressed in a similar gown of the previous night only this one was deep red, ox blood, with silver lining the inside of my long sleeves and on the bottom hem. I pulled the top portion of my hair up, revealing the glow of my cheeks, thanks to Draco and enhanced by the shade of my dress.
I put my shoes on, knee high combat boots. What can I say? Living the way I have leaves room for eccentricities.
I headed down to the dining room, assuming breakfast would be served there.
As I turned toward my left I heard a crack to my right. That crack sound all too familiar of a cane hitting flesh.
One of Michael's own favorite methods as scars on my back would prove. The next moment the smell of blood assaulted me, Draco's blood.
I reacted quickly opening the door, scanning the room and advancing on the man who dared harm My Draco.
Lucius lifted his arm, prepared to deliver another blow to and already bloody back. I grabbed his raised arm, halting further damage, quickly removing the cane form his grasp.
Lucius turned toward me stunned. "How dare you interfere?" He seethed through gritted teeth.
I glanced over to Draco, he was leaning over holding on to the edge of his father's desk, disbelief and shame evident across his angelic face. I passed my hand a few inched over his wounds, healing them, leaving no trace.
He sighed in relief, as well as I. I couldn't stay in a room with the scent of blood permeating the room.
Lucius watched for a moment then fury returned.
He stalked toward me lethally, but I would not back down, who or what he was be damned. He pulled me up by my upper arms shaking me, "There are rules in this household that I'm sure you're pampered life are unaccustomed to. Rules you shall abide by while in my home."
"Father."
"No, Draco, she must learn what befits a Malfoy. First of all obedience and secondly, everything has a price. Understood?" He stared into my eyes for a moment a sneer in perfect place on his face. "Answer me. Is that understood?"
"Yes." I would play his game for now, it was of no benefit to reveal myself to him.
"Yes, what?' his grip tightened on my arms, my toes not barely touching the floor. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, still not looking away, "Yes, sir." My words giving submission but my stare belied that, showing defiance.
He released me finally, pulling his cane from my hand. "Draco, get her out of my sight before I change my mind and punish her for her infractions."
"Yes, sir," Draco gathered his shirt and robes from the nearby couch, then guiding me quickly form the room.
Closing the door behind us he redressed, "Mercy, you really shouldn't have."
"What should I have done?"
"Left it alone."
"What was all that about anyway?"
"Do you really think he needs a reason?" he quipped leading me outside. "He was making a point, to both of us. Don't worry though, in a few hours, he'll be civil again, as long as he knows he has control."
"I swear Draco, if he lays another hand on you I'll kill him."
To my surprise, he start laughing "And how do you propose that?" he asked once he regained his breath.
"That's part of our discussion left for when we return to school."
He shrugged nonchalantly, satisfied as I already promised full disclosure once we returned. We walked toward the border of trees, and strolled along the property. Mist engulfed around us making it difficult to see at a distance at times. We walked in companionable silence for the most part.
"Draco?"
"What?" he still sounded slightly on edge.
"Are you angry with me?"
He laughed softly, "You face my father down but you worry about whether or not I'm angry with you?" he paused "No, Mercy, I'm not angry."
I smiled and wrapped my arm around his as we continued to walk.
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"My Lord," Lucius dropped to his knees after apparating to Voldemort's side.
"What do you have to report, Lucius?"
"Not much, My Lord, other than she's extremely protective of my son, going as far as intervening between us this morning without hesitation."
"I see, that scene you set up was successful, than. Anything else?"
"She is powerful; she uses wandless magic without realizing how rare that is, especially for one so young. She's respectful, when it is called for; she put on quite a show last evening. She has another night at the Manor."
"Good. Get more information, push her further, but do not attempt to break her, I want her intact and unharmed, Lucius. Dismissed."
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It was late afternoon by the time we returned to the Manor. When we stepped inside we both were a little anxious as to Lucius' whereabouts. A house elf appeared to ask if we needed anything, Draco inquired about his father. The house elf informed us that Master Lucius was called to the Ministry and delivered a message that he would not return until late this evening.
We retrieved our books and quietly completed our weekend homework in the library until dinner was served to us. Narcissa would dine in her rooms tonight as the message we received stated she was feeling under the weather.
We went to bed that night a feeling of foreboding gripped us both as we decided to remain in our separate rooms at least until we knew Lucius was home and asleep, before chancing another encounter with his temper and house respect.
I considered it unnecessary as we both knew that Lucius was aware of the nature of our relationship, but I would concede to Draco, as long as he would come to me if possible.
I had the distinct impression that Draco was pulling away from me and I was slightly hurt by this, and becoming increasingly uneasy about revealing anything to him. I wondered if I could really trust him, if he would be loyal to his father or choose me. I refused to disillusion myself as I suspected Draco's hostility toward Lucius, but blood is thicker than water.
I undressed and slid into bed, feeling the chill still as I had no body heat of Draco next to me so I pointed to the fireplace and lit it, realizing my wand was in my robes on the floor. Lying in bed watching the flames dance my eyes stared to get heavy. I drifted between the realms of consciousness and dreams, the heat of the fire finally reaching over to the bed.
I heard the click of the door being shut, and smiled to myself. It didn't take Draco to long to finally come to me. But something isn't right, the scent is off, as he approaches the bed, I inhale again before opening my eyes, no, not Draco, but close. I opened my eyes and looked up, seeing Lucius standing there wearing a green silk robe, the belt barely tied, revealing his broad chest. I looked up further seeing lust in his eyes. I pull to the far side of the bed holding the covers under my arms around me.
"Are you afraid of me now?"
"No, just cautious, as I'm not sure what you want."
"I know your secret Mercedes."
I was slightly unsettled by this and made sure not to show it. He could be bluffing, "What secret do you speak of, sir, as I have many."
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, the choice is yours."
He knelt on the bed drawing closer to me. I held the sheet tighter. His bare skin, the closeness of him, his scent, all pushing me closer to the edge, shaking my resolve to not sleep with him. Draco's father. I care about Draco, if he knew I willingly slept with his own father, how could I expect him to forgive that and allow me back into his bed? Could I forgive myself? No, I couldn't. We have a deal, to remain exclusive until we agree not to. On my honor, and my self respect, I hold my word.
Lucius reached his had out to cup my cheek and for a brief moment I closed my eyes, inhaling his intoxicatingly masculine scent. I could almost feel the blood pumping through his body. He moved to pull the sheet from my now lax fingers. In that second my eyes flew open and pulled the bedclothes tighter around me.
"Please, Mr. Malfoy."
"Please, what? I'm trying to give you what we both want."
"No, I don't want this."
"Yes, you do. I can see it in your eyes."
My stomach quaked, he was right, my body wanted it but I still would resist. "Even so, my answer is still no."
"I will not be denied. I already told you that no one refuses me. I open my home to you, grant you permission to be with my son, and this is how you would repay me?"
"I didn't realize payment was required, sir."
"I already made it clear, everything has a price. This is the price."
"And I have no say? I can't say what I would pay?"
"What else do you have that would interest me?"
"Nothing."
"Precisely."
"I always get what I want. With or without your consent, it is irrelevant to me."
He tore the bedclothes from me, his eyes raking over me. The fierceness of his cool gray eyes sent a shiver through my body. He hooked his hands under my knees and pulled me toward to foot of the bed. He climbed over me pinning me under him with his weight.
I lay there not sure of what action to take, more afraid of exposing what I am that this man or this act. I weighed the repercussions of this act verses knowledge of what I am. Neither seemed good but I figured I would not go down without a fight as I don't have to use any vampiric traits to fight off an attacker.
As he kissed my neck and ran his hands up and down my sides, I reached for his hair, as he spread my legs. I swallowed, trying to remain calm, forcing myself to be pliant for a moment. He shifted, holding himself at my entrance, he roughly thrust into me. At that point I pulled his hair, hard and used my other hand to scratch across his aristocratic face.
He pulled away slightly, but did not withdraw from me. He brought his hand up, touching his bloody face, drawing his hand away to look at the blood. Lucius looked at me with a frightening gleam in his eyes.
He then withdrew from me; I thought for a brief moment that I won and that he would leave. He drew his left hand up and slapped me across the right side of my face, knocking my head to the left, as soon as I turned to face him again; he backhanded me cutting my left cheekbone with his emerald wedding ring.
I pulled my knee up to my chest kicking him in his chest, knocking him down in an undignified heap on the floor. I quickly stood on the bed waiting his next move. As he stood, I shifted my weight from leg to leg, my nude form now unnoticed by me.
The smell of his blood was becoming too much to resist. He stood angrily withdrawing his wand from his robe pocket. I swiped my hand across my face, looking him in the eye and placed my bloodied finger in my mouth, sucking them clean, furthering my blood lust.
I could feel my eyes change, hoping he wouldn't notice in the dim firelight, but his expression changed slightly to guarded curiosity, but it was quickly replaced by a mask of indifference. "Crucio," he seethed.
I fell to the bed as liquid lava shot through my veins, trying to stifle the screams fighting their way out of my throat. The screams broke free and I felt like they were coming from someone else.
He finally released the curse, I lay panting, trying to recover from the painful curse. He overtook my body as I felt to weak to move anymore. As he thrust himself into me over and over, blood tears escaped my eyes, flowing down my face, unheeded. He licked them off my swollen cheek. I cursed myself for my weakness and my self preservation. I should have realized surviving on the potion alone would leave me without any preternatural strength. It would leave me as weak as a small human female, against a powerful male.
I could remember a time when a kick from me could knock someone of Lucius' size across the room, this time I barely was able to knock him off balance.
I groaned in frustration, a moment not lost to Lucius, "See, I knew you would like it." He panted.
I kissed the soft tissue at the base of his neck where his shoulder met. He grunted in response, which just sent me further into my desire for blood. I vowed then to never let myself be so weakened, so vulnerable.
He was getting close to his release, and I hoped that he was distracted enough that what I was about to do would go mostly unnoticed. I wrapped my legs around his hips and one arm under his holding his back and my other hand weaved through his silky hair, drawing him into me I bit into him, finally.
Crimson waves spurting down my throat, I drew as much as I could and fast as I could, draining his strength as he approached orgasm.
Tasting his orgasm through his blood sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. Before his final shudder I withdrew my eyeteeth from him licking the puncture wounds to heal them. He lay still; catching his breath as I was catching mine I released my tenuous hold of him.
He looked into my eyes smiling maliciously, "So, my pet, you like it rough. No wonder Draco is so taken with you. I wish my wife had such an appetite."
I looked away, ashamed of what I had done, the risk I had taken, but the feeling of his blood pumping furiously through my veins, the bliss of that could not be denied.
"Lucius, I am not your pet, nor will I ever be, get used to that."
"Really?" he raised his eyebrow as he withdrew his limp used member from me and stood. He leaned over the bed and caressed my split lip I hadn't noticed, with his thumb, placing the blood into his mouth, licking my blood off.
"We shall see, this time Cruciatus next time Imperious, I'll have you beg, I think."
"You're right, we shall see."
He rewrapped his robe and left.
I lay huddled in the middle of the bed awake for what seemed like hours, unable to fall asleep. I wasn't sure if it was because of what just transpired or because Lucius' magical blood thrumming through me.
I mull over the thought of going to Draco. Draco. Will I ever be able to think of him and not see his father also? What would going to Draco accomplish? Nothing really. Would he fight for me? Probably not. And if he did, it most likely get him killed.
I imagine killing Lucius, feeling his death through his blood.
I hate him.
I'm not sure whom I hate more though, him or myself.
I hate that I'm weak. I hate that Lucius had to show me that. I hate that smug look of satisfaction on his face. I hate that he's just about ruined his son for me.
I can't help but think of the differences and similarities of the two. Draco and Lucius. As well as the differences and similarities between Lucius and myself.
I will bide my time until I'm stronger to exact my revenge on Lucius for what he's done to me. Not necessarily the act of taking something that wasn't given. I'm the same in that regard aren't I? He stole from my body just as I stole from his, as well as his son on the previous night. If that was my only price, was it to high? I don't know. No I will bide my time to make him pay for the realization that I was almost powerless to stop it.