This Life is Killing Me

By Angelis-Sensei


AN: Still no one has guessed as to who Dorian Edmund Snape was named after.

It was doneon purpose. The names are from old English/French novels. They're quite well-known, and listed in with those "classic" types. One of them are required for seniors at my school.Someoneshould know! Feel free to guess!


Chapter 2:

Third Time's the Charm

!-!

Dorian's mission was a success.

!-!

His mission – what was it? He was only to have the body of the Dark Lord die so that he may be reborn yet again.

Why go through the hassle? There were many reasons why. They were all the things that made him undertake this task. It was so that it would all be better in the end.

Was it worth it? Of course. But only time would really tell.

What exactly did it do for him? It gave his heir a body that would suit his needs much better.

And why would the great Salazar Slytherin care about Tom Marvolo Riddle? It was because he was in love with his heir.

!-!

There was a threat that needed to be solved, and Dorian was the only one that could begin the winding path down toward the end. He was the one that would bring about the seemingly never-ending struggle between the light and dark they have always been against each other from the beginning of time.

Those two entities have always been warring. There was no truly good way to conclude such a thing. Everything takes less energy to go haywire than to exist in order. More thought, more effort, more of everything else was going to be needed to sort everything out this time.

He'd done it before, but this time would be harder. Exceedingly harder. It was because of the vast number of people on both sides.

Currently, everything looks a bit dismal, don't you think?

Wars... everywhere. Strife, death, scattered blood. And he was supposed to fix all of that. What a monumental task he had undertaken when he'd said those few words... oh-so-long ago.

!-!

When he woke, he felt light. A feeling that he hadn't felt in quite a while. There was something he was forgetting though. What was it?

Ah, yes. The night before. Suddenly, all the memories of the event flashed before him:

The lack of breath.

The heat of the room.

Dorian's cool hands.

His threat.

Dorian's promise.

His "death".

Oh, Dorian. Who would ever want to be away from such a marvellous creature as Dorian? Tom wouldn't, that was for sure. They'd only met yesterday, but it felt like forever. It was like they'd been together for centuries – maybe even millennia.

Dorian: the man who used to be Salazar Slytherin. The man whom he had always admired. The man that he was in love with.

It was overwhelming, all these fresh feelings coursing through his veins. It was threatening to overcome him. What was he to do?

Reaching up, he tried to call out for the being of his thoughts.

Was he still there? What did Dorian think of him now? Now that he was something undead? Had Dorian thought that he was really dead?

!-!

His plea came to be as:

Oh, Dorian! I need thee now, oh Dorian!

Come upon me, Dorian! Find me, and wake me from this doubt, Dorian!

This wretched body of mine hungers for thine.

Please, Dorian... Don't be disgusted by me... I wish to love you.

Dearest Dorian, find me within myself.

Where are you that I cannot see you? Forgive me if I've done something against thee...

I'll give thee everything. Everything that I can give, I'll give to thee.

Anything, anything to be with thee again.

!-!

Alas! Dorian heard his plea, and reached to grasp his hand in return.

Upon their clasping of hands, the Dark Lord awoke to the most brilliant day that he'd ever seen. Light was flooding into the room that the two were occupying. Dazzling, beautiful, and dancing light it was.

Dorian's face came into his line of view, and he gazed upon the beautiful visage. Was there anything that could compete with such beauty as he?

"I love you, dear."

"And I to you, Tom."

Together this time, they fell asleep in each other's arms. This time it was a peaceful, harmonious slumber that would refresh them both.


To Be Continued….

There is a hint of the classics within this chapter. Some of you may be able to tell. Tell me what you think of the mood of the chapter as well.