Darkness Consuming
By, Tarawen
I remember the first taste…the darkness on my lips – the power, the things he could do – pure ecstasy. After you taste it, you never want to return. It began I suppose in my sixth year – Sectumsempra, a useful spell…a special spell, it began this didn't it…
Dark…the darkness is everywhere now, every time I turn it is there.
I remember the horror I felt upon seeing Malfoys blood – but closer to my heart, I remember the surge of power through my veins, the power this darkness offered to me. I took it…not right away, no but soon after…Snape – how I wanted to kill that man.
Sectumsempra…so sweet and so bitter…
Its funny, righteous anger was what set me on this path, anger at the all-consuming evil I would soon join…but that's where it always starts I'm told. Those who truly immerse themselves in the darkness must hate it, must despise it beyond all other things, and then it takes you as its own.
You resist in the beginning, and your hate for it and yourself grows…and it feeds on your hate…feeds on the hate, which poisons your soul.
I remember not wanting to hurt those around me, fearing it, hating myself for wanting it, hating the darkness all the more for pushing me towards it…hating that cold black flame inside me that is the darkness.
It lives in all souls…it makes it's home and nests there – and slowly it eats you up, until you are the darkness itself.
The hate becomes a fuel; no longer resisting the temptation you use your hate of it to spur yourself headlong into it. It wraps about you, safety in the form of hate…and as this happens you learn to love that you hate it…love what it is in it's entirety.
I remember the first person I killed as clearly as if it were happening once more before me now…the smell of death and roses – that is what the darkness is…that is what she became. The stench of her blood…Sectumsempra – sweet Ginny, I loved her and so I killed her, as if it would get the darkness out, but the darkness only held me closer for it.
I can see her body before me, broken…tortured for days…it is sprawled in her blood, sprawled in her life…she looks up and her mouth forms a word "why?" Then she dies, and I turn away – I hurt inside and then burning…the dark flame eats up the hurt and makes me angry…they forced me into it…it is the Orders fault…and they died for it…
I sang to her as she died…I remember that soft…softly in the dungeon…crazy they said of me later…crazy Potter servant of the dark lord…
Roses for you my love,
As you reach your final sleep…
I remember her eyes, tears for me pouring from them – pity for me though my power is so strong…more reason to hate the darkness…more reason to join it…
Hum this final lullaby,
Sing it at last for me…
I bent down and cupped the blood in my fingers…
Sing your last note for only me,
Only finally for me…
I smiled to myself as I looked into her darkening eyes…it can take her eyes but not her soul…
Death and Roses,
Red as blood…
Her soul it flees – escapes to the light, never to be taken by the darkness…my darkness…
Hum your final lullaby…
She is taking her last breath again and again in the dark abyss of my mind, the pain and hurt is unbearable…
Sleep for you my darling,
Rest your weary eyes,
Your final rest is my last test,
And at last my hate pays off as the darkness takes me into its fold…the pain fades and the anger grows…and my Master calls to me…
Love me as you die…
Roses and Death – Honey of Blood…she calls my name within my head…
And as the darkness takes us my love…Every night…every waking moment…I kill her…
We are nothing.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this one, I wrote the little song myself. Take the song to mean what you will...I hope it means something different to you than "Gee she Can't write." Please R&R.