Gathering the Families, Part II

Riddle.

"Hell fucking no!" I said almost throwing it at Sebastian. "This book could destroy the entirety of the human race. Why in the hell did she give it to us?"

"I guess she trusted us with keeping it safe and delivering it to the right people," Sebastian said as I was very confused.

"The only issue I am having is that Voldemort did not have offspring," I mentioned, but upon looking at the book I noticed that there were two books. The other book was hidden inside the Riddle book. I pulled them apart and then it all became clear; the other book said Lestrange. "Wait, she gave us both."

"I mean Lestrange was a coveted Death Eater and Voldemort's right-hand woman," Sebastian reminded me, "It would make sense that she would have the book if she was a part of the Lestrange family."

"Well let's continue and get the rest of the books before they do or we are toast," I said ushering Sebastian back to the car. He climbed in and sat at the driver's seat waiting for instructions.

I looked at him and realized I had no idea where to go to get these other books. I knew we needed to find the other books quickly before they were turned over to the wrong person, but where were we supposed to find the others? I opened the book and realized there was a piece of paper, and the paper had an address on it. I handed it to Sebastian and said, "I think this is where we need to go." He typed in the address into the GPS and off we were zooming to the next location. The entire time, Sebastian was cool, calm, and collected, but inside I was freaking out; what if we didn't get there in time? What if they were all dead? What if the books were stolen? Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation go through my hand and realized that Sebastian had placed his hand on mine; I looked at him confused.

"You were starting to shake," he said and made my face went red again. I heard him scoff and chuckle which made me blush even more; he moved the book off my lap and onto the floor. He took his hand, moved it to my leg and made his way between my legs; my breathing became erratic, my face turned red and hot, and my heart was caught in my throat. He slipped his hand between my legs and pushed them apart; should I be allowing this? First the club and now this? Why do I let him do this to me? He removed his hand and slipped them between my stomach and the top of my pants; his hand was so warm and soft. I let out a soft moan and he didn't even reach my pussy yet. I felt his fingers at the top of my pussy and another moan escaped my lips; without looking I could see he was smiling and enjoying himself. He continued his path south and ran his fingers from bottom to top and stopped right on my clit; I moaned loudly as his fingers rolled around on my clit. My entire body became hot as his fingers got faster; my hands gripped the side of the seat i was sitting on and my body slouched to give him more access. His hand slipped lower and inserted two fingers into my pussy; as his fingers pumped, I could feel my body convulse as it reached orgasm. He inserted a third finger and pumped his fingers harder until he sent me over the edge; a scream erupted from my mouth and he fingered me until my orgasm was over. He took his fingers out of my pussy and out of my pants and inserted them into his mouth; a moan escaped his lips as he sucked me off his fingers and just continued to drive with a smile on his face.

We arrived at the address that was on the paper; it was a large house with a dark brick outside, but the black brick was stained with something. I took out my flashlight and shined it on the substance: blood.

I looked at Sebastian, "I think we are too late." We rushed to the window in case the thugs were still inside and good thing we didn't burst in; they were torturing the occupants of the house. Hearing what they were talking about was difficult with the thick windows, but when one of the thigs slit the throats of the last person in the house, we didn't need to hear what they were talking about of why those innocent people were being tortured. We saw the thugs coming towards the door and we ran to the back of the house where we saw a body hanging from the rafters; Sebastian covered my mouth just as a cream started in my throat. We heard the thugs leave and we decided to enter the house through the rear door and discovered a grisly scene; bodies and blood covered the linoleum floor. We counted seven bodies and maneuvering around them was tricky without tripping over everyone, but we made it to the front door and tears streaked my face as out of the corner of my eye I saw the body of a young girl, no older than ten. She was wearing a deep red necklace that still looked wet and her fingernails were no longer attached, indicating she fought before she was murdered.

"This is horrible," I said to Sebastian through tears and grief.

"They refused to give the thugs the books and they all died," Sebastian said suddenly hearing movement.

"Not all of us died," said a voice from upstairs. A young boy came down the stairs with a bag in his hands; the boy had dirty blonde hair, looked to be around a teenager to young adult, sported a nasty scar that encircled his left eye and disappeared behind his ear; the scar looked like it had been there for awhile. He looked too skinny to match his head and his hands trembled as he handed us the bags. "These belong in the right hands."

I opened the bag and discovered the books we were coming to collect.

"I knew you guys were coming, so I took them and put them in this magic bag," the boy said, "if the thugs would've gotten them, the bag would've appeared empty."

"Nice trick," I said as the boy stumbled backwards and almost fell to the floor. I caught him with one arm and he smiled at me before passing out; I caught him on the way down and saw that he looked really familiar. "He looks to be descended of the Malfoy's."

As Sebastian looked around and noticed a couple with pale blonde hair on the floor, holding hands as a deep red necklace sported both their necks, he said, "Yeah I think you're right. We have to get out of here."

"Where are we to go?" I asked confused. Sebastian was still looking at the deceased couple in shock. "Did you know them?"

"Yeah I just haven't seen them in a long time," he answered with tears in his eyes, "my parents never associated herself with them, so I saw them every so often. Their names are Glenderia and Januari Malfoy. They are my aunt and my cousin and what I am assuming is related to that little runt over there which means we are family."

"Does he know that?" I asked him.

"Probably not," Sebastian said wiping his face of tears, "we need to leave." As we made our way over to the boy, I smelled something odd; I stopped and sniffed the air. I held my finger up to my mouth as I started to hear voices outside the house; I heard crackling as well, related to a fire crackling. I motioned for Sebastian to grab the boy as we found a trap door; I opened it so they could climb in, but before I could follow the door burst open and I was caught with my pants around my ankles. Thugs poured into the house and my hands instantly went behind me in an attempt to grab a wand, which I realized I didn't have. I noticed the thugs were holding torches in their hands and I realized they were here to burn down the house; evidently to cover up the massive slaughter that had taken place.

"Long time," Jon said as he sauntered in. My breath caught; I hadn't seen him in months, not after he almost killed me because of Sebastian. "Where is your lover boy?"

"Not here," I said, "I'm surprised you're here though. Is the Dictator too scared to show his own face?"

"Don't speak his name," Jon said in a menacing voice; his voice was much lower and deeper than I remembered, but no doubt it probably had something to do with the massive physical change he went through; he was a pasty white color, skin and bones, a black trench coat hung over a black pin striped suit, his hair was thin and almost falling out, his face was a sunken disaster, as if someone had starved him of all nutrients since birth. He looked like a nightmarish creature that stalks families during the darkest hours of the night. I felt bad for him; he used to be a handsome man, now Dracula looked better than he did.

"Did Dracula's son turn you or something? You look sickly."

"That fool," Jon said, "he didn't turn me into anything. He brought out what lived in me all along."

I was at a loss for words, "You were perfectly fine the way you were." Suddenly, he flew across the room, grabbed me by the throat, and pinned me against a wall; as I struggled to breathe, he opened his mouth to reveal a mouth full of terrible sharp teeth that could easily rip into my neck with ease. A scream stifled in my throat as he let go of my neck, but I was still cemented to the wall, struggling to breathe. He chuckled as he paced in the air and then he came to me again, but this time his energy was different; he wanted something more from me.

"I am better this way," Jon said as he sniffed me. He became enraged when he smelled Sebastian on me and his eyes went red, "He touched you. And you allowed it. And from the smell of your hormones, you enjoyed it. You are a dirty slut." He ripped open my shirt with one swipe of his clawed hand to reveal my purple laced bra and he reveled in it; Sebastian couldn't see what he was doing and I'm glad he couldn't. Tears started to roll down my face as he started to unbutton my jeans, but didn't pull them down; I wanted to beg him to stop, but no words came from my lips, only a muffled cry. He placed his forearm against my neck for extra leverage as his sharp talons retracted into his fingers as he ran his left hands around my body; my body shivered as I tried to fight, but I was frozen solid by his spell. He ran his hand down the opening in my pants and slid his hand inside as I tried to squirm away from his touch; he rubbed his hand around before touching my bare skin. I felt myself jump at the touch of his ice cold hands and him wander underneath my underwear; after all this time, I was being raped by a man, or thing, that I once loved and thought was my soulmate. He rubbed me with his cold hands, but I noticed that he was not focused on holding me down and he let his spell slip; I leaned my head down and chomped down on his arm until I drew blood. He howled as his eyes burned red again. "YOU DUMB BITCH!" He threw me from the wall into a post on the other side of the room; he stalked over, drug me into a room and slammed the door shut.

He backhanded me as he grabbed my body so tight I couldn't move; he leaned closer to my ear and hissed. "Play nice."

"Never," I said biting his ear and he backhanded my face again. He pulled me close again and inserted his hand in behind my underwear and let his hand wander; my breath caught when he reached the opening of my vagina and prayed he did nothing more. He laughed a menacing laugh that sent goosebumps up and down my body.

"You need to learn to shut your mouth," he said showing his teeth. I struggled more to get out of his grip, but then his head went back and he sank his teeth deep into my neck at the same time he inserted two fingers into my vagina; he held me tight with his right arm as he finger fucked me with his left. I was so dazed that the more relaxed my body became the more power he put behind finger fucking me; I needed to stay strong and fight, but with each pull from the bite, I became weaker and weaker. My body both wanted to be free of his bite and wanted him to finish it off; his breathing got heavier the faster he fucked me and the heavier I got the more blood he drank. He stopped sucking my neck just as my body reached climax; I was completely exhausted and my vision went light and dark. The last thing I remembered was feeling a liquid on my lips and a harsh cracking sound that seemed to emanate from my neck; I watched my body hit the ground with a big flop and saw him stick his fingers inside his mouth. He moaned and shivered and locked me in the room; I walked through the door and faced his goons.

Great. I was dead. Fantastic.

"Burn the building down," he said smelling his fingers like a creep, "I want no evidence."