Azadeh finished getting dressed, but couldn't get rid of the now purplish mark around her neck because she ran out the ointment from using it so much. 'How sad,' she thought. 'I'm sure most people could have ointment like that in their bathrooms for years and never use it...but not me.' She teared as she put her cloak on, the high neck covered the bruise enough where no one would notice unless they were really looking. The coachman noticed how sullen she was but said nothing, he had heard yelling and only sighed, guessing what might have happened. It was such a shame how his master treated her, she was always very nice to everyone...
She gathered the usual things Lucius needed, some of the shopkeepers noticed she was fairly quiet but didn't ask. One woman noticed the red mark on her neck, but bit her lip and just asked if everything was alright, Azadeh only nodded and said 'thank you'.
But someone else was watching her as well, the masked man, the right hand of Voldemort. He noticed something was different about Azadeh, not the sullen look, but just her, and then he remembered...Lucius came in the office in a very good mood. Putting two and two together, it clicked. Lucius had taken Azadeh, HIS Azadeh as far as he was concerned. His blood boiled, he wanted to fly into a rage, but there was nothing he could hit, except a solid brick wall. He also noticed the mark on her neck, which didn't make his temper calm down at all...so, he followed her, she was going to the park.
Azadeh walked through the grass without her shoes on, in her bare feet. She also walked on the stone circle that went around the large fountain that had carved faeries and pixies on it, with pan who had water coming out of his flute. People were watching her, mostly the men, it looked so innocent what she was doing, so pure, so child-like and it was so incredibly sexy, it took everything he had not to rush her and take off, hiding her somewhere until Voldemort gave his full permission. To top it off, she sat back down and started sucking on a lollipop..he was about to die or make a sticky mess in his pants, either one.
She took off her cloak temporarily to put on the ointment, but left it off for a little while, in fact, if Azadeh could lose it, she would. The little white dress had spaghetti straps where he could see her shoulders and beautiful long neck, he was jealous of the ointment, wanting to kiss away the bruise, make her feel better in SO many ways. 'I have to stop this...or I'll...,' he thought. But he could, couldn't he? If he felt a fellow Death Eater was mishandling certain aspects of his property..he could step in, take it from them, but on what grounds? There were no laws stating he couldn't punish Azadeh if she defied him. Voldemort was taking his time with giving him an answer as to whether or not he could take her. His master was waiting on something, but what?
He decided to go talk to her and walked towards the bench, his heart leaping his chest. Soon he was by her side, "hello." Azadeh jumped.
"Um, hi...where did you come from?"
"I'm good at sneeking up on people, sorry about that..., so, what are you doing today?"
"Errands and just spending the day out," she curled up her knees on the bench and faced him, playing with her hair slightly. He couldn't stand it.
The masked man turned his body more towards her, his knees close to hers, touching slightly, his hand creeping towards the one on her lap, longing to touch the soft skin. He leaned in closer, making idle chit chat.
"What is your name?" Azadeh looked innocently up at him.
It was a question he didn't want to answer, "one that I won't say for right now, you'll find out later, you'll find out everything about me later."
"How?"
"Oh, trust me. You'll be getting to know me very well, very soon."
"You keep saying that, but it hasn't happened yet," she smiled, but he frowned...then she turned nervous.
"Trust me...it will happen," he grabbed her hand and pulled her forward, shegasped a little."And when it does...I will NEVER let you go." Then, he leaned forward, causing her to lean back, his one hand trapping her. Azadeh held his arm for support, she could feel his muscles underneath his shirt, giving Lucius a run for his money. Her eyes grew wide, what was he going to do?
"HEY!"
The masked man looked up and scowled, it was Draco. "I SAID, HEY! What do you think you're doing to Azadeh!"
'The chosen' stood up, "oh, just having a chat."
"Looks like you were trying to get MORE than a chat to ME!"
"What if I was, what are YOU going to do about it...FERRET!" Draco scowled. "Pretty soon, she won't be part of your household anymore, so get USED to the idea of seeing ME with her!"
"What the HELL DO YOU MEAN BY THAT!"
"What do you think I mean? Do you think I'd let her stay with a man who leaves bruises all over her, she had them on her neck just recently...no doubt standing up for herself!"
Draco looked at Azadeh, who only looked away. "It's really NONE of your concern, I'll take care of it!"
"REALLY? And what are you going to do, annoy your father to death?"
Azadeh couldn't take it, she got up, put her cloak on and left. Draco realized she was leaving, "Azadeh! Wait!" The masked man growled...the little ferret interupted him.
Azadeh climbed her tree to read, it was a evening, the sun was setting and the breeze was cool. Lucius was home but she didn't greet him, she wouldn't greet him, especially when Draco told her that it probably wouldn't be a good idea for her to be in the house when he told his father about how she was accousted by 'the right hand'. 'Doesn't this man have a NAME?' she thought harshly...'how rediculous is 'the chosen' or 'the right hand of Voldemort'?'
Then she heard it, all the way across the backyard, "WHAAAAT!" Azadeh looked up from her book and rolled her eyes, but she did start to shake a bit and her heart was beating in her chest, waiting for the lava from his eruption to head her way. She let out a long exhale, feeling his energy all way from where she was...Lucius was like a super nova when he was angry. Finally the screen door opened and she saw him coming towards her at a fast pace, Draco right behind him.
"FATHER, it wasn't her fault!"
"I know DAMNED well it wasn't her fault, but it's time we kept a closer eye on our little Azadeh!" Lucius snapped. He fiercly looked around for her, "Where his she...! Azadeh!" Lucius looked up in the tree, her usual hiding place and saw her, she was hiding from him, behind some branches where he could only see her eyes. Azadeh nearly blended in because of her dark skin and hair, no doubt learning how to from years of experience of hiding from Death Eater's detection. "Get down here, now."
The tree moved and she slowly came down, "yes." She was trying very hard to be brave.
Lucius came very close to her, "it is TRUE what he did today? Did he approach you and try to get unnecessarily close? And threaten to take you away...?" He was asking calmly, but Azadeh could tell he was ready to go ballisic.
"Yes," she said carefully.
"DAMMIT!" Lucius screamed, causing both Azadeh and Draco to jump slightly. Then he turned towards Azadeh, in such a manner it caused her to want to step back. She was fidgeting and looking at Draco, who looked concerned for her. "WHY do you look to him for HELP, I AM your keeper!" Lucius was becoming irrational.
"Because he doesn't hurt me," she said it such a way that it made Lucius stop, but then almost chuckled afterwards.
"TRUST me, my dear girl, he's more than capable of hurting someone." Lucius curled a smile as his son sneered at his father, and then looked almost ashamed when he caught Azadeh's eyes. "Yes, he's quite the chip off the old block, but never put it to good use. Be that at as it may...what am I to do with you?" he was starting to get that insane look again, the one where he was going to become irrational. "You seem to attract too much attention...," Lucius came closer, like a predator, and then swooped down, throwing her over his shoulder, she squeaked.
"Father, what are going to do!" Draco demanded.
Lucius turned slightly, "that is really none of your concern now, is it?" He marched into the house with her, up the stairs and to his bedroom, where he plopped her on the bed..she made a grunting noise, and when she looked up...he was closing the door on her. It suddenly occured to Azadeh what he was doing...he was locking her in his room.
She ran as the door closed on her, "NO! Lucius, PLEASE, I can't stand being locked up, PLEASE!" Azadeh's fists were pounding hard and she started to cry, "please...don't..." She slid down the door, whimpering, tears coming down silently.
Lucius tromped down the stairs as if he was victorious in some invisible battle, until Draco met him, "father, you can't be serious...locking her away! She can't survive like that, she loves the sunshine!"
"I KNOW that...but for now, she stays put. If he wants a battle, he has one. That room as very old charms on it, if he EVEN tries to invade this house to get to her, he'll be LUCKY to come out alive"
The next day, Draco sat on the same bench she did...sickened by his father's idea of 'protecting' Azadeh.
Lucius confronted 'the chosen' in his office. "YOU have been after her, haven't you? Looking to take her away from me..."
"VERY GOOD, figure that out all by yourself?" he asked snidely.
"LISTEN, you little SHIT. You aren't taking away anything. I have her hidden away where you can't get to her!"
He scowled, "LIKE THAT WILL HELP! Once the dark lord gives me permission...and he WILL give me permission, she's mine. And there isn't a damned thing you can do about it!"
"Then why hasn't he done it?"
"He's waiting on something...but you'll be the first to know."
"I'll KILL YOU first," Lucius hissed.
"I'd like to see you TRY." They stood toe to toe, both in each other's face.
Lucius came home, his hair out of it's tight black ribbon, a bloody lip, and scrapes across his face. Neither one of the won, it was a draw...but only because the fight was broken up by other Death Eaters in the office. He marched upstairs into his bedroom where Azadeh stood up in suprise, she was reading a book, "WHAT happened?"
"Me and the 'Chosen one' had a DISCUSSION of sorts," Lucius went into the bathroom.
She followed him, "over what?"
He looked at her, "YOU."
"ME! What the hell for?...Here, let me do that," Azadeh grabbed the ointment and started to rub it on his wounds.
"As I said before, he is trying to take you away...he challenged me and I excepted."
"So who won?"
"Niether of us, the fight was broken up."
"GOOD. Besides, what good does it do him to challenge you, I thought your bid was final, he couldn't challenge or WHATEVER?"
"He's the 'right hand of Voldemort', he can DO whatever he wants. I know, I used to be in his position," Lucius put his arms around her waist, she was leaning into him as putting the ointment on. He hopped on the counter, and put her inbetween his legs instead so she was closer to him. Azadeh then took the bow out of his hair and then put her hands through his hair, he nearly purred. She was massaging his shoulders now, he'd never really had a massage...he heard they were nice, but didn't really want other people TOUCHING him and Narcissa wouldn't, not that she knew how, since she never worked a day in her life.
He was relaxing but also becoming very aroused and it wasn't long before he took her to the bed.
The next day at work, Lucius came in the office in a good mood again...he looked relaxed and was easier to approach. His co-worker made the comment that this girl must be truly something in bed, but it was then that his co-worker regretted those words when he was thrown across the floor, "yeah, that's more like Lucius."
'The chosen' scowled, "why are you so HAPPY!"
"Mmm, let's see. After that lovely scuffle with you...Azadeh made sure to give me a massage, you know what that is, your mother being a muggle-born? But then...it led to a VERY lovely night," Lucius sipped his coffee, but immediately put it aside when he started to charge.
Then one of 'the chosen's' good friends held him back, and called him by his true name, one, no one dared call him except for a few..."Whoa..whoa..calm down, Harry."