Tom watched with hungry eyes as the vein under his finger pushed against the firm pressure, vainly attempting to move the blood where it wanted to go.
Releasing it, the blood flowed freely down the arm of his victim and out onto the floor. Watching the body race against itself was the most satisfactory part of murder. Not even the control, the power over another's life, held the same intoxicating effect.
"Paler than I imagined," whispered his companion. He stood far enough away to not collect any of the blood on the ground in the hem of his robes.
Tom raised an eyebrow at him, repeating the pressure on the vein, further up the stump of an arm, as the body shook sporadically. The nerves were firing their last and the once steady stream slowed to a coagulated leak.
In his own way, Abraxas blushed at his own comment, muttering, "Can we pretend I did not say that?"
Moving away from the prone form of what was once a human male, a Muggle, Tom held out his hand towards the solitary figure. Abraxas was forced to step into the sticky pool between him and his master, but to his credit didn't flinch as Italian leather was stained by the evidence of the crime.
"In the end," Tom orated, "the blood looks the same. Once it hits the air it's nearly impossible to tell if there was a trace of magic within it before the bleeding started. We walk the earth with humans made of so much less, but every scream holds the same fear, and the blood is the same color."
Abraxas considered the words, spoken in a sanguine tone, and gripped tighter at his Master's hands as a chill ran from his scalp and down his spine. "You never fail to move me with your words, my Lord."
"Don't be a sycophant, Abraxas," chastised Tom with a crooked smile. He gestured for Abraxas to assist him in standing. Tom cast several charms and hexes on the body until all evidence of their midnight malefaction.
Two pairs of long legs made quick work of the stroll away from the scene to a safe apparition point, their footsteps echoing in sync against the brick walls of the close-set houses.
Prompt: " Can we pretend I didn't just say that?" | Tom Riddle, Jr. x Abraxas Malfoy | Requested by ibuzoo | Fluff prompt challenge (with more than a hint of darkness) can be found on my tumblr disillusionist9