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Chapter 9
This was how he liked them, he thought to himself, as he watched the young women in front of him. Young and innocent as she curled her arms around her naked body protectively.
He walked towards her, his breathing languorous and as flowing and graceful as his movements, in such contrast to her own breathing, broken by nervous gasps that allowed the girl life giving air.
He smiled, so innocent, so pure. He revelled in the feeling of insecurity the girl had around her, so conscious of her body and of how exposed she was.
Her charcoal eyes pleaded for warmth and security as she wrapped herself closer in her arms.
He spoke to her, his voice chilling, creeping in under her skin, leaving frosty trails of terror in its wake, "come to me my sweet, harm cannot befall you in my presence…not unless I wish it to…" his laughter was harsh, glinting off his mouth, a callous scar of a mouth that split his face, jagged and gaping in a hungrous leer.
His hand, fingers long and clammy, the touch of the tips along her body almost as freezing as is voice, sliding up her sides and across her cheeks, brushing her hair from her face and causing her eyes to widen in retaliation of her defiant young body, almost with its own mind with which it responded to every soft touch and caress made by the hands of ice, wielded by the man of steel.
His hands travelled further, roaming freely across her body, and, no matter how much her mind wanted it to stop, and was screaming in defiance, her body was revelling in the expert caress that his hands made on her skin.
He pulled her closer, his breath surprisingly hot on her face, metallic and coppery. The stench of blood enveloping her in its warm grasp as the man's arms folded around her in an iron lock embrace.
"Look at me" his voice carried an edge, a hardness, no matter how soft and coaxing he tried to make it, yet, unwillingly her face tilts upwards.
"And so Temptation ill present itself" he whispered, her eyes travel up, the pale luminous skin, smooth and waxen, the jagged mouth twisted in a hunger that has nothing to do with food, his nose, if one could call it that, slits in his face, like a snakes, his eyes, scarlet and vivid, his pupils mere slits of black hate in a raging sea of tormented fire and demonic lust.
Her terror at this image changed into shock, into horror, as the eyes of the devil change, change into a cool grey, an icy blue, hidden partially by silvery blonde locks of hair, soft and flowing across golden skin.
"And cursed by thy soul" his voice was soothing, a caressing quality which the man before could never achieve, not that this was a man, he was barely more than a boy...his soft hands passed over her cheeks as her eyes locked in his, still wide in fear.
"And cursed be thy love!" his voice soared, a harsh grating sound, like metal scarping on metal, entered his voice and his hands turned claw-like and his soft touches in turn left gouges on her cheeks as his razor nails sliced into her flesh.
She stumbled away; her arms no longer wrapped around her body but flung out in front of her in defence against the powerful creature in front of her.
She scream as the golden angel before her became manic and his soft features twisted into pale, cold, red and devilish appearances, the source of her hate stood before her, his hands brandished in front o him, alight with crackling fire as he took aim…
Ebony woke up, her arms flung out in front of her and her mouth twisted in a heart-wrenching scream. Footsteps hurried outside the door and Draco burst into the room, his eyes wide and his wand out in front of him, ready to shoot spells.
"Where…Who…?" he gasped, looking around the room as he tried to find the intruder who wasn't there. As he stalked warily around the room looking for the trouble, Lucius and Narcissa appeared in the doorway. Lucius saw Ebony's face and snickered harshly as he wander4ed back to his rooms, muttering about Voldemort and "sorting out young fillies". Narcissa, checking he was gone, and forgetting about her son, flew across the room and gathered Ebony into her arms as she tried to calm the distressed girl.
"Shhh…shhhh…its okay, I'm here, there's nothing there, its okay, you're safe now…I'm here…its okay…" Narcissa's voice was soft and as she stroked Ebony's long hair the only sounds in the room were that of Narcissa's soothing noises and the muffled whimper from Ebony. There was a stunned silence emanating from the corner of the room, where a confused boy stood.
The first thought that entered Draco's head was 'but she's MY mummy…' the second being, 'she never did that for me…' and he was horrified to find a single tear slip down his cheek as he watched his mother embrace the beautiful muggle girl that she did not even know.
Ebony looked through from the crook in Narcissa's arm, her eyes feline, black pupils slitted in an ocean of vermillion green. In the shadows, she saw a boy, a lost boy, a boy who was helpless and alone as he watched his mother tend to someone unfamiliar win a way that was soft and caring, coveted in more affection than he himself had ever received.
Eyes back to their natural charcoal state and features suitably humble, Ebony ushered Narcissa out with assurances that she was fine and would call if she wanted anything, 'hardly a slave, more like a guest' she thought…until she heard Narcissa lock the door behind her and she grinned ruefully, 'almost' she thought. She smiled, and directed her attention to the curtains in the dark shadows of the corner, where her acute hearing picked up the rapid breathing a very nervous Draco.
She waited, he stepped out of the curtains, just like she knew he would, his wand out again and his hand perfectly steady, even though she knew he was far from in control of all his emotions. Draco looked up, and Ebony could see the tears streaming down his face. Her heart melted, his façade of the Ice Prince would fool her no longer as she saw the pain in his icy eyes.
She was across the room so fast that Draco didn't even register the movement until he found himself enveloped in a massive hug so filled with care and pity that he gripped Ebony tightly as his body was racked with passionate sobs that he had kept inside for more than five years.
OKAY OKAY! I know shelters from bombards of flames a tad bit Mary Sueish, I'm SORRY, but it only gets worse for the star-crossed lovers, I assure you...evil grin lovers paradise it is not, I swear...Read on and yee shall see...
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