-chapter 5
"Please Darien, please don't be up set! It was an accident!" She pleaded with him as his eyes changed to a bluish, which indicated that he was angry. "An accident! How the fuck could it have been an accident! I mean, you get into bed and it happens, how could this be an accident!" he all but screamed at her. "D-darien p-p-please don't do this to me!" she sobbed. Seeing her cry, broke his heart in two.
He came over to her and enveloped her in a hug. "shhhhshhshh, there there I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that it made me sad, that's all." They stayed like that until her eyes had dried. "OK, I want to talk about this calmly and sensibly, OK?" "alright." She sniffed. "OK so what happened?" "W-well it was the night that you had broken up with me to go to America, I heard about this party from Katie and went, I was a wreck and I kept drinking more and more, I was so depressed. I guess I wanted to forget about you because I was so hurt that you had told me goodbye.
So after I was a bit tipsy I found Ethan who was also smashed and well you know…" After some silence he sighed and said "Well I guess I can't be all that mad with you, I mean, it's not like we're still together or anything." "Darien what are we going to do?" "We! How do I even know that the baby's mine?" he said and looked down "Isn't there a test you can take to tell who the father really is?" "I don't know. Are you saying that you're not going to be there for the baby and me!" "I don't know Lilly, I just don't know." "But Darien-!" "I need to go for a ride, I'll see you."
Deven woke up in his usual room, he hated it in there, it was grimy, slimy, and downright gross. But he had far to much on his mind to think about besides his living conditions, he still ached all over but he had a peculiar burning sensation on a select few spots; one being right on his stomach. He took off his shirt and looked down to find what looked to be a tattoo of an eye with a purple pupil burned into the skin around his belly button. He gasped as he saw the large cross on his upper arm. He took off his shoe to find a circle of moving lightning bolts around his ankles.
He touched his neck and felt what he thought was a fireball, a flickering fireball. Lastly he felt something on his back but couldn't tell what it was, but he knew that it covered the whole back. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts and he quickly slipped his shirt back on to open it. The door creaked open to reveal his one of his teachers, Lucius Malfoy. "Teacher Malfoy." He said while bending low in a respective bow. "The Dark Lord has sent me to prepare you for the marking ceremony. A house elf will bring your clothing, you are to be in the chambers in fifteen minutes time. You are becoming a man, Drake be proud." He said and left the room. Sure enough a house elf then appeared with black robes, an official black Death Eater's cloak, a mask, and his sword.
He got dressed, thanking Merlin for the cloak, he was about to die of frost in his dingy room. He was scared to do this but he knew he'd better keep emotionless for the Dark Lord may use occlumency and read his fear. He got to the chambers with three minutes to spare and waited in line, nervous but as far as anyone else was concerned, emotionless. "Welcome my Death Eaters, to the induction of a new member. Drake come up here. Do you, Drake promise to honor and uphold my ruled." "yes my Lord." "To be a Death Eater, you must be skilled." He threw a handful of powder into a cauldron and it hissed. "Dutiful." He threw more powder and the substance turned a bright white "Ruthless." Another handful. "Murderous." The potion turned red. "cold." It turned a violent purple. "and most of all, you have to be a cold blooded killer. Are you ready to become these things in the name of your Lord and master, Lord Voldemort?" "Yes my Lord." "Alright." He went over to the now boiling potion and scooped some into a phial. He came over to Drake and said "Pull up your sleeve." He followed directions and Lord Voldemort pulled out a dagger.
He brought it to Deven's skin and slowly started slicing away at his arm. Deven let no moan of pain escape him and when it was done Voldemort poured the potion on it. It then looked like every other Dark Mark. "Deven, as many Death Eaters her today can tell you, this is not the way we usually do this. The Mark that you are getting today is unlike any other Mark, in a few days time the Mark will virtually disappear, but should you disobey…. The consequences will be most painful. You are to report to me in two days time, that is when I will brief you on your first task for Lord Voldemort.
You may go now." Deven only let out a gasp when he was safely in his room. He whipped off his robes and examined the oozing wound. He snapped his fingers and a house elf instantly appeared. "Aneceptic, gauze and a mirror, now!" "yes little master!" it popped back in instantly and handed the items to him. He poured the purple substance on the wound and wrapped it tight with gauze. He reached for the mirror and tried to see the tattoo in his back but failed miserably, flopping on his mattress.
Whew, I've been in kind of a funk lately….just not motivated to write…sigh….i dunno….i guess it's that school's about to start. Oh well, here's another chappie!