Tethered to The Story We Must Tell
A/N: Hola people! Just a quick warning, strong sexual themes (A lemon) is in this chapter…an old person from Nina's childhood returns. It's only been small hints about this person before. That's how it had to be. Tom Riddle makes an appearance as well…he changes the course of everything (As always)
Chapter 5: Essence of Blood
Nina POV:
I see darkness. I guess I must've passed out again…over exertion maybe? I guess I passed out not long after sucking that muggle girl dry.
"I really wish to stop meeting you like this…you need to wake up now, mini me. You've been out of it far too long…" I hear her say. The voice of the woman who got me hooked on blood in the first place. The woman who sounds like an exact replica of me…
How could I ever repay her?
"And I really wish you'd stop referring to me as your mini me." I say grimly.
"Yes, yes. If that is what you wish. I assume the blood was more than satisfying, yes?"
"It was. Thank you." I say.
"It was the least I can do. You need to learn control, but I fear the connection between you and I is not strong enough, yet. So, blood and sex will have to work for now."
"There's a way I can control it without using blood and sex?" I practically scream at her. If there is another way I can control this magic, then I need to know…
"Yes. But it is extremely tricky. The tricky part being that I'm the only one who can teach you how…"
"What? Why? We can't even see each other how the hell are you supposed to—"
"They said you'd be like me…but I beg to differ. Your personality is far worse than mine…" I hear her mumble.
"Well if you were kept in the dark about everything, and you have to keep this extremely powerful magic under wraps from your parents, teachers, and friends, just to fit in—I'm sure you would've behaved the exact same way!" I yell as I become irritated with her comparing us. She knows nothing about who I really am!
"I do understand, actually. You're forgetting that you are the one who inherited my powers, not the other way around." She says dangerously.
"Whatever."
"Yes, whatever is right. Here's some advice, little Russo. Don't go overboard with the blood. The bloodlust will consume you and it may make it impossible for you to keep your humanity intact. It'll change you. Although If you're anything like who I was at your age, my warning means nothing. You'll just do what you want anyway."
"Glad you know me so well." I say sarcastically. Just who does she think she is?!
"You're not that hard to figure out. Stop acting like you are such a mystery. You aren't going through anything different than I was, not really. So please, stop acting like a spoiled brat and let me help you!"
"No. I think I can figure this out on my own, thanks."
"Your stubbornness will be the death of you, girl! You have no idea what you're getting into!" She sounds furious. Maybe it's best that I can't see her, I'm sure she probably looks terrifying.
"Oh? And what could you possibly know? I can do things that—"
"What could I possibly know? You seem to be forgetting that you practically are me! Whatever it is you plan on doing, remember that I've already done it hundreds of years before you were born, mini me."
"Well then you should already know how this is going to play out then, right? No need on wasting both your time and mine with this foolishness." I sneer.
"Fine," She sighs. "Reasoning with you is about as effective as beating a dead horse at this point. Run along, then. This won't be our last conversation, little Russo. But until then, good bye and good luck."
-I jolt awake and I hit something hard and cold underneath me. I scream. I passed out on top of the girl's corpse. Her eyes are bloodshot and still wide open in terror, and her skin is beginning to turn blue.
My eyes fill with tears as the realization hits me. I killed another person…I'm a monster!
I begin to back away in terror, I can't take my eyes off her body no matter how hard I tried. Suddenly I feel my back hit something hard. I jump before I register that it's only a tree. I slide down the tree and I my eyes widen in horror as I stare at my bloodstained hands. Monster!
At this point, I'm not sure If I'm crying over the fact that I killed her, or the fact that I enjoyed every bit of it. I mean, I was always certain I'd kill someone eventually. Death didn't faze me, in fact, I welcome death. Then why do I feel so horrible?
Because she's right, I think. She's right about the blood tearing away my humanity. I should've known something like this would happen. Nothing that feels that wonderful comes without a price. Maybe if I can learn to control the amount I drink, I might not lose control…
I have to tell Bella…I'm going to need her help with this, but…
What if she sees me as a monster? What if she hates me? What if I scare her away?
I try to concentrate on Bella's energy. I feel her. She's happy. Her magic is flowing so freely; it makes me smile. That's enough for me to snap out of this. That's enough to make me want to gain control so I don't lose my ability to love her.
"I won't lose control, Bella. I promise…" I whisper softly as if it's a silent prayer.
I stand up and wave my wand to clean the blood on my body and clothes. I was supposed to go to the Quidditch Pitch an hour ago to see Bella. I quickly dash all the way there, and I made it in less than 2 seconds.
When I get there, I see Bella and some of my cousins playing a mock game of Quidditch. I used to love playing here when I was younger. I was actually pretty good, but I'm sure nowhere as good as Bella is.
Watching her fly is like watching an artist. Her moves are fluid and quick, but also graceful. Her reflexes are fast and unforgiving with little to no hesitation beforehand. She's a genius at Quidditch…
"That's her, isn't it?" A soft feminine voice says from my side. I cock my head to the side, "Yennefer." I say ignoring her question.
"I came to see what you actually remember from your session two days ago..." She says softly.
I squint my eyes in confusion, "What do you mean? It was a normal training session, I exhausted myself and passed out. Why?"
"I thought as much…" I hear her mumble softly.
"Look, I came to warn you…Elif's here. She came back this morning." My body freezes.
"W…what?" No. she can't be here now…Not with Bella.
Elif was a good friend of mine since I was five years old. She is a year and a half older than me. But she always seemed much more mature. Whether it was the early swells of her breast or the curves of her hips, Elif always seemed so far ahead of me. When I was eleven, I confessed to her that I had a crush on her. I found out she liked me back. Then we had sex—on more than one occasion, and I told her I was in love with her, she told me she loved me too. Then, one day she just left. I found out that she left to return to Turkey and I haven't heard from her since. I wrote her tons and tons of letters, but she never responded. At the end of my 2nd year, on my thirteenth birthday is when I started dating Rabastan. I did it to get over her, and eventually, I did. At first I convinced myself that it was because what Elif and I did was wrong. That two girls should not fall in love with each other, so I tried to make myself fall for him the same way I felt for Elif. A little over a year later I'm in the same predicament with Bella, and I feel no guilt anymore. Whomever I fall in love with is up to me. I don't care about my mother and her stupid blood supremacy. Not anymore…
"Why did you warn me? I'm in love with someone else. Elif is my past…I don't love her anymore." Even as the words left my mouth, I knew that Yennefer knew I was lying.
"Nina, you're lying. I'm not doubting that you are in love with someone else. I know you are. I can tell…but no matter how hard you try to deny it; you still love Elif too. You never even got over her properly. Actually, you never got over her at all. You blocked your feelings and most of your memories of her out completely. I helped you do it, if you remember." I cringe at Yennefer words. She's right though…
"It's wrong. I'm supposed to like boys…" I say softly.
I hear Yennefer sigh, "I know you like boys. That's obvious, but you've always fallen in love with girls—even then…" she trails off, seemingly lost in a memory.
"Why haven't you said anything? Why not let them disown me?" I say and she laughs as if I just told her a joke.
"They wouldn't disown you, Nina. You're too valuable. Not only that, everyone here loves you. Now, that mother of yours…she'll disown you, but I doubt that would be all. She would definitely find a way to make you pay for your indiscretions."
"Of course she would. I don't want everyone to know just yet anyway. Maybe when I'm out of Hogwarts, I'll be more open. Grandpa Richie already knows. I told him."
"Well, that's good. Now, about Elif—" She starts, but I cut her off.
"I'm going to talk to her now. You're right. I never got over her properly, and I need closure." I pull Yennefer in for a hug. When my arms wrap around hers, I can't help but relax at the familiar sensation of this hug. Almost like we have hugged many times before that I don't recall. I pull back quickly and dash off to find Elif.
Finally, after all this time. I get my closure.
I focus on trying to remember the feel of her magic, but I freeze when I realize how close she actually is.
Glancing around the central district, I scan the crowds of people shopping, eating, and gathering around, for any signs of Elif. I feel her magic coming closer. Where is—Behind me!
I spin around quickly and I feel my breath hitch in my chest. It's her…
My eyes move up slowly along her body. Her attire hugs her hourglass like figure perfectly. I bite my lip as I fight the urge to run my hands along her curves. My eyes continue to trail up her body and stop at her ample breasts. I bite my lip even harder as my mind wonders to how her breasts will feel in my hand…
I move my eyes higher, her creamy chest and neck almost begging to get kissed and nibbled. Her long dark brown hair is curled loosely over her shoulders. I look at her face and I feel my heart stop. Jesus! She's beautiful!
I feel my palms get sweaty as my fingers twitch suddenly. I need it…
"Well, look who it is? Did ya miss me?" Elif says with a small smirk on her face. Her Turkish accent is an extreme turn on for me.
"You know I did." I reply seductively. Two can play this game.
Elif's eyes lighten in delight, "Why, Nina. You've changed…you've grown up on me…"
"Could say the same about you, Elif. You're stronger, I can feel it. You're smarter…sexier." I say the last word lowly. I lick my lips as I take in her appearance. She raises a delicate eyebrow at me, "And your confidence has grown too…" She says smirking seductively.
"What can I say? You bring out that side of me."
"Ugh. Enough talking, let's get out of here. I fucking missed you." Elif says and I grab her hand and dash away.
As soon as we reached the field, Elif pushes me down in the grass and straddles my waist. She smirks and I lift my lips up to reach hers. Our lips meet in heated passion. Tongues swirling around each other, both fighting for dominance. I moan as she pushes me down and begins to kiss my neck.
"Stop teasing, Elif…" I say in between moans.
I feel her smirk against my neck. Elif then begins pulling at my shirt between her teeth. The next thing I know, Elif rips my shirt with her hands. I moan. Damn. Has she always been this feisty? Not when we're younger…
She looks up at me as her tongue swirls over my smooth skin. "I just love you being out of control, it's too tempting not to ravish you." She says and then grabs my breast into her hand with a tight squeeze. I moan loudly, "Elif…" I begin, but my words fall short as another wave of pleasure makes me moan.
"I bet no one else can make you cum like I have. I can still drive you wild…you'll be screaming so loud your elders will think you're hurt…" I hear Elif mumble against my skin.
I moan at the thought, "Then do it. Make me scream."
Elif lifts her head enough to show off her smirk. "Your wish is my command, Princess." I groan at the use of the word, 'Princess.' I'm not her princess!
"Don't call me that, Elif—oh god!" My scolding falls short when I feel her tongue dart out over my trousers.
Through my clouded senses I hear her chuckle darkly. "You were saying?" I roll my eyes, and let out a frustrated sigh.
"Just fuck me already. I need it." I say as one of my hands reaches the back of her head to pull her face down to my crotch again.
"My pleasure…" Elif says. Her expert tongue doing wonders on my clothed sex.
Will she hurry up and take off my trousers? I'd much rather feel her tongue against me bare…
Elif obviously heard my thoughts, because before I know it, my underwear was being thrown to the side and my legs were being pushed further apart.
She decides to make me wait longer as she ghosts her lips over my toned stomach, up past the swell of my breasts, and captures my lips in a wet, passionate kiss.
I return the kiss with just as much passion. Our tongues swirling around each other as we both moan in the kiss.
I take this time to begin taking her clothes off.
"You're wearing too many clothes for my liking, Elif…" I whisper huskily into her ear before taking the tip of her earlobe between blunt teeth. She moans at the contact. The sound alone is driving me nuts. I growl softly into her ear. "You're too sexy for your own good, Elif. And I'll be damned if I don't get to devour you…"
Her moans become louder now. She's starting to awake the animal inside of me, and she knows it.
I flip us over so that Elif is on her back. Her face looks surprised and her eyes are dark with lust. "A lot has changed, Elif. Neither of us are inexperienced anymore. Two years is a long time…" I trail off, mesmerized with how beautiful she looks underneath me, completely at my mercy. "God, you don't know how good you look right now…" I murmur. "Just give me the word, Elif…remember? Give me the okay to completely have my way with you…please allow me to let go…" I mumble against her skin, placing feverish kisses on her neck. Elif's gasping turns into pleasurable whimpers.
I growl. Oh that sound…
"Please…" I whisper softly against her ear.
I feel her shiver at the feeling of my breath against her ear. She pulls my head over to her lips. "Yes, but stay in control..." She murmurs into the kiss.
There.
"I will. I promise…" I breath as I pull back slightly.
My mind becomes clouded as I slowly allow myself to drink in her magical essence. Her lust filled brown eyes meet mine. Magic is so much more satisfying during sex…mmm. I feel the uncontrollable part of me trying to fight its way out—to consume all it can of this magical euphoria.
But I have to stay in control. I promised. For a second, neither of us moved. Both of us staring at the other; completely frozen. Elif's eyes bore into mine and I can see a hint of fear swimming in them. That only heightens my pleasure…
No!
I close my eyes to try and regain my composure. I won't let that side of me win. Not now…
After a few seconds of deep breathing—almost like meditation—I can feel myself slowly gaining control of my body. I slowly open my eyes as my breathing slows. I see Elif's brown eyes looking up at me curiously, but I can still sense her fear. Once her eyes met mine, they widened for a second, and a soft gasp escaped from her mouth. Then she yanked my head down and slammed my lips to hers. I pull back and smirk. "I remember you liked to ride my tongue," I begin, "And I have every intention of allowing you to. But…"
I cup her firm boobs into my hand, kneading them through my fingers. Elif moans loudly, and bites her bottom lip. I kiss my way down her nicely toned stomach, one hand still firmly grasping her plump boob.
I level myself with her drenched womanhood. My mouth watering at the sight of her juices flowing over her nicely shaved core. I part her inner lips and slowly run my tongue along her dripping center. I moan at the sweet taste. Elif jolts upward pushing her groin closer to my lips as she cries out in pleasure. "Oh God…" She breathed as my tongue flicks over her most sensitive nub. I chuckle darkly, "he's not here." I whisper dangerously. I slip a hand between my legs for my own release. Moaning loudly as my fingers frantically rub my clit, I take her swollen nub into my mouth and suck gently. My eyes never leaving her face as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I can tell she's close. Her toned stomach muscles are clenched, and her moans are becoming more incoherent. Elif's chest is heaving as she throws her head back with a loud cry. I give her clit a gentle tug before releasing it with a loud 'pop'.
"Look at me, Elif. I want to look into your eyes as you cum all over my tongue." I breathed. I flatten my tongue and begin greedily lapping her center. I realize I'm close too as my fingers work my swollen clit in all the right spots. Our moans becoming more frantic with each flick of my tongue.
"Oh fuck, Nina, I'm about to—!" I cut her off with a loud moan, "Fuck, me too!" My muscles clench as I feel a jolt of pleasure nearly pushing me over the edge. My vision clouded with stars as my orgasm erupts through my body. And suddenly I'm flying on the highest clouds. Pure pleasure engulfs my body and I moan loudly onto her clit, the vibrations sending her towards her own climax.
Elif's body tenses for a second before her orgasm sends her screaming and soaring through the clouds right along with me. She's screaming words in her native tongue, and I moan as I greedily lap at her juices.
After we both came down from our high, we were hit with the relaxing afterglow of sex.
"I gotta say, you sure know how to make a woman cum…" Elif says, once her breathing slowed.
I chuckle, "You haven't even seen half of it. I was in a rush. A lot has happened since our first time two years ago."
I hear her laugh, "I can tell. You're easily one of the best I've had." Elif says smiling.
I smirk, "You are too. The way you moan, and your body is just...mmm!" I say and snap my fingers on the "mmm."
Elif chuckles, "You're one to talk. Your body must've been sculpted by Gods, because I swear, it's perfect."
I smile warmly. "Thank you. You're perfect too." Elif's cheeks flush and we both look away. Neither of us trying to get caught up in our emotions. With a wave of my wand, we are both clothed again. We sat down next to each other in the grass. Both of us enjoying the soft breeze and the bright midafternoon sun.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, I turn my gaze to the sunny sky. "What made you come back here, Elif? Why return after all this time?" I say softly.
"Maybe I wanted to see you. Is that an acceptable reason?" She teases.
"No. Not anymore. You left. I haven't heard from you for 2 years. You have no right to waltz back into my life without a damned good explanation!" Is my angry reply.
She lets out a frustrated sigh.
"I've been asked to train you, okay? Yennefer requested my return after Leonardo's decision to travel."
"Well, I don't need you to. The fact that you only came back because Yennefer requested you is enough for me to decide that I don't want to be bothered with you." I say hastily as I begin to stand up.
Elif quickly grabs my arm to pull me back down.
"I left because I had to!" She says through clenched teeth.
"Yeah sure you did. I have a girlfriend now, so this can never happen again. I love her. I don't ever want to let her go because of you."
"You have a what?" Elif asked in disbelief.
"A girlfriend." I reply smugly.
"Of course." I hear Elif scoff more to herself than to me.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Her eyes snap to mine and I can see anger and pain reflecting in them.
"You want to know why I left? Because your mother found out about us. She didn't tell anyone and used that to blackmail me into leaving. She threatened to tell my father, and if I didn't leave to go back to Turkey and never speak to you again, she'd punish you too." My eyes widened in shock.
My mother knew?
"Wh..what?"
"No one else knows besides Yennefer. I asked her to keep an eye on you after I left. To make sure that you wouldn't do anything to harm yourself or anyone else."
"What? Yen knew? Why didn't Yennefer tell me?!" I screamed.
"Calm yourself. I asked her not to. I didn't want you to go and confront your mother and word gets back to my father about my sexuality. He'd beat and disown me in a heartbeat for sure, but that didn't worry me nearly as much as I worried about you. Your mother wouldn't hesitate to ruin your status among most wizarding families in all of Europe. Her stupid side of the family would shun you already more than they had. I just couldn't do that to you. You were twelve then…I couldn't live with myself if I did something like that. So I left."
My heart sinks as realization sets in. My mother is the reason Elif was forced to leave. It wasn't just for her, but me as well.
"My love for you was real…" She says softly.
I stare at her in shock as tears stream down my face.
"And so was mine…" I reply, my voice barley above a whisper.
"I know…I'm not here to win you back from her. I promise. We had sex. We got that out of our system, and now we can just focus on your training. Then, maybe—just maybe, we've got a shot at becoming best friends again. I missed you, Nina." Elif gives me a small smile.
"We're already best friends. I just need you to be honest with me from now on…no more secrets, okay?" I say, earning a bright smile from Elif. Laughing softly, I use my hand to dry my tears and I smile at her.
"I promise. There are a lot of things you need to know."
"Like?" I asked.
"Where to begin," Elif sighs as she runs her hand through her hair, "I know about the blood." She says bluntly. My eyes widened in shock.
"What? But how?" I ask. My heartbeat increases and my palms get sweaty.
"Don't worry. I understand why you did it. There's a reason I was asked to come and help train you, Nina." She says chuckling lightly at me.
"Why?"
"Because my ancestors left research on how to help people who…well, who are like you. They've been extinct for centuries now, until you." She can help me?!
"But you can help me?"
Elif nods her head, "I'm more than confident that I can."
For the first time in years, I felt my body loosen at the thought. Hope. I have hope.
"But are you strong enough? I mean…when I lose control, it gets pretty bad."
"Oh, don't worry, Nina. My father's going to help as well. You have to return home tomorrow evening to prepare for some Christmas Ball, or whatever. You're going to be there for three days, your mother said you have a total of four different Balls to attend. But you are we coming back the few days before Christmas."
I sigh, "Great. I forgot about that…think you can get me and Bella out of it?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"Nope. Your mother is persistent. She wants you, and Bella back at the manor by tomorrow Night. What's the big deal about these Christmas Ball's anyway?"
"Absolutely nothing. All four of these Balls are literally going to have the same people there. A lot of times the adults will try to encourage you to dance with opposite sex teens your age. Especially if you're betrothed."
"Sounds exhausting. But about the blood…I know about those two muggles. I'm actually quite surprised it took you this long to discover it. Our training will be fast paced, and you must learn quickly."
I debate whether or not I should tell her about the woman that I hear when I'm passed out. The one who says I've inherited her powers. I think it's best if I don't. Not until I know who she really is…who I really am…
"Why are we in such a rush?" I say out of curiosity.
"We need to help you control your magic by the time you turn 16. I know you have a few months before you even turn 15, but we have a lot of ground to cover. More than even I can imagine."
"But I have a whole year left. What kind of training would take that long?"
"First off, we need to find triggers. Certain things trigger your outbursts more than others, we need to know what risks you put yourself and others at when you lose control completely. Of course we know it's really bad, but has your power already began to harm you from your outburst? We'll focus on trying to get you to control your power naturally. Also, in order for us to truly understand, we'll need to know how much you truly rely on sex, and now blood for your control," Elif pauses, as my eyes go wide. She lets a soft sigh before continuing.
"There's more, but the most important thing that we'll possibly have to do, depending on how well you learn to control your powers, is put up a semi block on your magical core that will keep your unique powers at bay. Think of it as a wall of sorts, it won't hold forever—years from now at most, but it will keep your powers from taking control. Then, when the spell producing the "wall" weakens, it will have to be put back up before it collapses. If it collapses before it can be put back up, we risk you either dying or your magic taking over you completely, the latter can be resolved, but it will take a witch or wizard with extraordinary magical talent—the best of the best, to drain your magic just enough to finally restrain you, so the block can be put back up. It's extremely tricky, because the block has to be gradually placed around your magical core for it to work. If it was placed all at once, you'll die. The block has too much of an effect on your magical core for it to be put up all at once." Elif lets out a troubled sigh.
I can tell what she's about to say is bothering her the most.
"At any rate, I swear if it ever comes to that, I'll just probably have to let you die." Her harsh words don't actually sound harsh. I can hear the regret, and pain behind her words, and my heart aches. I know it's really bothering her to even think about something like that.
Elif closes her eyes to regain her composure, "Even if you are retained and the block was successfully returned, the effect your outburst would have on your body is horrific…I'm not just talking about physically, but mentally as well. Based on the research that was left in our shrines it is documented that, if the wall falls before we can recast the spell, and we actually are able to save your life after the block has been replaced, there's a 99.9% chance that mentally, the part that made you, you, will be long gone. You'll be nothing more than a shell of who you once were. It will be like you suffered from the dementors' kiss. Just as if you didn't have a soul. You'll exist physically, but that's about it. You won't smile, laugh, or talk…because you can't. That part of you is gone." I stare at Elif, my eyes wide. For the first time since I was a little girl, I am scared.
"But you'll fix it before it comes to that right? It won't come to me dying…" I say. I have this really horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if it does come to that? What if I do lose myself forever?
Obviously sensing my worry, Elif smiles at me, "I promise to do everything I can to make sure that will never happen, okay?"
I look into her eyes and see nothing but love, and I know. I know she will do everything in her power to help me. "Okay." I say softly. My eyes never leaving hers.
I lean in and kiss her softly on the lips. It's a fragile kiss, soft and maybe even a bit passionate, but I know where I stand. Maybe if I had not fallen for Bella, then my heart would definitely belong to Elif. If Elif had not been forced to leave back then, I would not even be Rabastan's girlfriend, for I had decided on becoming his girlfriend only after Elif left.
Elif kisses me back almost instantly. The kiss is nothing like earlier. Our lips move softly against each other, pouring all the sadness and pain into this one kiss. I understand now what people meant when they said, "You will always have a special place for your first love." When I was younger, I thought it was complete bullshit. I mean, why would anyone still be emotional connected to their first love? It made no sense. But now, sitting here, softly kissing the girl who was my first true love, I get it. Your first true love is the first person who shows you how to love outside of your family. That special kind of love, the one from the stories my Nanna read to me as a little girl. I probably wouldn't have believed it even 2 days ago—hell even 2 hours ago, but as Elif's lips mold perfectly into mine, I realize something.
So after, when she asks me if I still love her, I tell her, "Yes." Then I reached my hand out to softly touch her face, "I believe there is a part of me that will always love you…"
I see her eyes sparkle with that familiar look of happiness, before I close the space between us. My lips softly brushing against hers lightly before fully placing my lips over hers. Our lips move in perfect synchronization as my hand runs through her sleek brown hair.
After what seemed like centuries, I pulled away.
"I want to forget." I say simply.
"What? Forget what, exactly?" She asks, the confusing evident in her voice.
"I don't want to remember us having sex. Please Elif. Keep everything else, but please, take that away."
I can feel Elif searching my mind for the reason in which I cannot say. Once she finds the answer she is looking for she nods. "I understand now. But just so you know, when the time comes, whichever one you choose. I won't hate you. I won't stand in your way if you choose…I mean; I can't hate you over something that was a result of my sudden departure. But for now, I will do as you wish…"
Elif places her hand over the top of my head, I hear her muttering a spell in her native language before my vision gets blurry for about a split second. I blink a few times.
What were we talking about again?
"Oh and by the way, I am going to kill Yennefer." Elif says randomly. Well, that's a weird thing to say after I confessed that I still love her…
"That's pretty random, but why?" I chuckle.
"She fucked you. She was supposed to look after you, not fuck you!" Elif exclaims. She's fuming and the only thing I seem to be able to do is laugh.
"Elif, she's not the only one I've been with! I do have a secret girlfriend, and a public boyfriend—" The look on Elif's face is so terrifying it's funny. "Calm down! I'm sure you've had others too!" I say in between laughs.
"Touché…I guess we're kind of even." She smirks. Now it's my turn to get a tad jealous.
"Who?" I growl, which causes her to laugh.
"Emircan, Yousif, Enzo, Emilio—"
"Enzo, and Emilio?! You fucked my cousins? You fucked my freaking cousins that we used to play Quidditch with when were kids?!" Oh they are so dead.
Enzo and Emilio are 2 out of 4 of my uncle's children. My uncle, Antonio, is my father's older brother. I have an aunt, Rosalie, who's the youngest and a lot cooler than my uncle. She's only 27 years old, and while she is married, her and her husband travel around a lot. My father told me once, that I had another uncle. He was deemed unworthy of the Russo name when he was 17, and they haven't seen him since. I don't blame them. He's a traitor in my eyes.
"Hey hey…have you seen them lately? They've grown quite well. It must run in your family or something." She replies, giving me a sheepish grin.
"Oh great. Should I watch out for Nick now?" I ask sarcastically.
"Ew, Nina. Your little brother's like 11! We watched him get his diapers changed…not exactly a turn on for me…" I laugh at her words.
"Yeah, that would be extremely weird," I shiver at the thought, "But don't think I forgive you about Enzo, and Emilio…that's just…" I can't even finish. My face has a look of pure disgust.
"Oh, don't worry. Seeing you and Yennefer fuck in your memories was enough for me to lose my appetite for years." She says frowning.
It's my turn to smirk, "Not my fault you looked too far…" I shrug.
"I know…It's just the things you did to her…she's like an older sister to me. I mean, she's the one who talked to me about puberty, and to see what you guys did—what you did to her…" I send her a sheepish smile as I scratch the side of my face.
"Yeah, we did get pretty wild there…But thanks to her, I must say my knowledge on the female anatomy has reached expert level. I mean, I should seriously be writing her a 'Thank You' letter because the way Bella looks when she—I'm sorry, Elif…I shouldn't have said all that." I see the hurt in Elif's eyes. I honestly wasn't thinking…
I do still love her, but I'm still in love with Bella too. When I do choose, it will be some time from now. I hope that when I decide, I will be fully in control of my power and ready to start my own family. It's at that moment, and only then, will I choose whomever I cannot survive without.
"Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong." She sends me a reassuring smile.
"Elif, A few days ago—hell even 2 hours ago, I would've never imagined that I would find out you came back, and that I would actually come and find you so we can catch up and talk. I imagined it for months after you left, and if I'm being really honest, I still dream about our reunion. But most importantly, if someone told me that when we did meet and talk again, it would lead to us kissing and me confessing that I still love you, I'd probably laugh in their face. Because up until now, I didn't want to think that there was a possibility that I could still love you." I take her hand in mine before I continue, "I didn't want to think that there was a part of me that never stopped loving you, and probably never will. I know that this is a lot to ask…but I don't want to lose you. I love you. But I love Bella too. And I swear to you, I'm not asking you not to date other people and mess around. Because that would be selfish, I would be sad if you actually found someone else that you love as much or more than me…but I'm sure that's how you feel about Bella." I feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of anyone else winning Elif's heart, but I decide against letting my feelings show.
"I'd be lying if I said I won't be jealous as hell, and I won't want to kill the guy, or girl. But I keep thinking that if you do fall in love with someone who loves you back just as much as you love them, then I will be happy for you." I look down and see that our hands were still tightly intertwined and my thumb is absentmindedly tracing circles around the back of her hand.
"But I have fallen for someone who loves me back just as much as I love them." My eyes snap to hers. Why didn't she tell me this before I confessed my love to her?
"Why didn't…?" My question is cut off by Elif firmly pressing her lips to mine. My eyes go wide. On the outside I am frozen; unable to return the kiss. But on the inside, my heart is beating rapidly, while my brain is thinking too many things at once. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach and my breathing hitch as my brain is finally able to make sense of Elif's words and actions. Before I could get my body to listen to my brain as it's screaming to kiss her back, she pulls away, still leaving me frozen. My mouth is open slightly, and my breathing has gone from a dramatic pause to hard and erratic.
"It's you." She says softly. She places a soft kiss to my hand, and I am still too shocked to move. "It's always been you, Nina. And It's my fault that you've fallen for someone else, but I promise I won't get in the way. If you decide to pick her then I will be happy for you, and we will remain good friends, but if you pick me…I will love you always, and I would do anything to protect you. I will give you whatever you want. You'll be my beautiful Russo Queen, and together we will see the world…"
My mind goes blank.
Bella…
I'm betraying her. I'm going to hurt her…my beautiful girl…How can I even think about leaving her? Why did Elif have to come back and resurface feelings and memories that I've forced myself to forget?!
For so long…I practically convinced myself that everything with Elif was a dream. And now, I sit next to her, remembering everything I made myself to forget. I sit here, betraying the one person I promised to love forever.
For a split second, my entire body goes numb. I feel nothing. My breathing stopped, and my vision blurred. Everything stopped…
Somewhere in my mind, I register Elif's frightened look. Pure fear is swarming in her deep brown eyes. Why is she looking at me that way?
'Monster…'
Like a bomb, everything exploded at once. The feelings of fear, disgust, pain, sadness…despair, and self-hatred…everything hit me all at once. The sudden burst of emotions sending my magic haywire.
I see Elif flash backward as she looks at me with pure terror.
Good…let them fear me.
Slowly, but surely, I feel myself lose control of my body. Anytime I tried to stop, I kept getting pushed further and further into the darkness. I feel my mouth moving, but I can't hear what I'm saying. The air around my skin is starting to grow a light red…what is this magic?
Suddenly I felt as if I was on fire. The pain was so excruciating. I think the Cruciatus curse is actually child's play…This…this pain is so much more…
I open my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. I have no control of any part of my body now…
Is this what Elif meant? Am I going to lose myself right here? Will this magic consume me?
The darkness is nearly closing me in. I…I just wish I can somehow say goodbye to Elif…to tell her how much I actually love her…I want her to tell Bella that I'm sorry our forever wasn't really forever…how much I love her too…to tell her that, I want her to be happy…not to go insane because I can't be there with her anymore.
Bella, I will never truly leave you. You either Elif. Good night my loves…
"We can't wait any longer, Yennefer! Do you see her? if I hadn't…if I hadn't forced my blood down her throat, she'd probably be a goner." I hear the harsh whisper of Elif ringing through my ears.
I hear Yennefer sigh loudly, "Don't you think I know that, Elif? The block takes preparation! We need an exceptional witch or wizard to do this. You and I both know that it takes more than mere power to cast this. If that was the case, we'd have loads of wizards to help us!" Is Yennefer's frustrated reply.
"So then, we'll ask Dumbledore! Why are you making that face?"
"The elders will never agree to have that old bastard help, trust me. I'm actually surprised they even let Nina go to his school, honestly." Yennefer says harshly.
"Okay well, we don't really have a choice now do we? They need to realize we don't have many options! It's either Dumbledore, or Nina will die, Yennefer!" I can tell Elif is trying not to raise her voice above a whisper, but I can tell it's taking everything in her power not to explode.
Why can't I move? Why can't I open my eyes? Am I in a coma?
"Stop saying that! Why do you keep thinking of the worst case scenario?" Yennefer all but yells at Elif.
"Oh, I'm sorry I was just being realistic here! It seems I am the only one, besides Black! I don't even care for the girl but at least she's trying her best to find a solution!" Elif whispers rather harshly.
She met Bella? How long have I been out…? Where is she? Where am I?
"Oh please! You and Bellatrix are hardly good examples. You're both in love with her! People tend to exaggerate problems when it comes to those they love." Yennefer scoffs.
I hear Elif let out a loud sigh, "Yennefer, you are not my favorite person at the moment. I'd sooner go out to lunch with Black than deal with your dismissive attitude right now!" Elif's voice has gotten a little louder. But still barley above a whisper.
I hear Yennefer scoff.
"Don't make that noise with me! You fucked her, knowing she was mine!" Elif says vehemently.
I wish I could move. Make some noise to let them know I'm awake…they don't need to fight about this. Yennefer was nothing more than a piece of ass to me. She knew it. I knew it. The whole damned world probably knew too!
"Are you seriously caught up over that? We fucked. So? She needed it, and I wanted it…it's not like you haven't had your fair share of fucks; both men and women. Besides, your beef should be with Bellatrix. Not me." Yennefer replied, nonchalantly.
"Are you being serious?" I hear Elif say. Her accent becoming more noticeable. It always comes out more when she's mad, "I have no 'beef' as you put it, with Black! How could I hate her for feeling the exact same way I do? I said I don't particularly care for the girl, which means I don't hav e a sudden urge to hang out with her and become best friends with her! I'm mad at you because you fucked Nina knowing how much she meant to me! When we would meet, and I'd ask you about her, I should've known…you had this blush every time we talked about her...I guess I just expected more from the girl I call my sister."
There was a long pause. I can hear the sadness in Elif's voice, and I feel sorry for her. But I feel like it's my fault. I was the one tempted by Yennefer's sexiness. It's my fault just as much as hers.
"You're right. I was wrong. And for that I am sorry."
"Are you really?" Is Elif skeptical reply. She doesn't believe Yennefer as far as she can throw her, I can tell.
"Yes, I am. Truly." I can tell Yennefer isn't lying…well, she is sorry, but not as sorry as she's making it seem.
"I want to make it up to you. I have a solution. I didn't want to tell you because the date has to be changed now. Rosalie—you know—Nina's aunt, knows a man whom she is more than confident can complete the spell. He's extremely powerful, almost Dumbledore powerful. She wouldn't tell anyone much about his personal life, but she's proven how strong he is. I've never met him personally, but I think he can do it. Rosalie has to meet with him today to discuss moving the original date forward. Even then, we're talking probably at least 6 months. 9 months' maximum. This family spell of yours is no joke." Yennefer says. They've found someone to help? I'll finally be normal! If I could jump up and down I would. I'm ecstatic!
"Really? That long? I'll do the spell myself! I don't care if I don't have enough stamina. It's my family spell. If it'll save Nina, then I'll die casting it. I mean it!" I can hear the determination in her voice.
"No Elif! You will not! Don't you see? No one has to die! He's strong enough to do it without dying, so we should let him! Besides, Nina will never be able to live knowing you died for her."
"Well if you put it that way…" Is Elif's thoughtful reply.
"Exactly. Hold your horses, little sis. She'll be normal in no time. We need to tell, Nina's girl Bellatrix, exactly what's going on now. She has a right to know just as you do."
"Stop saying that!" Elif growls.
"Umm, saying what exactly?" The confusion evident in her voice.
"Calling Black, Nina's girl. I'm her girl." Elif sneers.
I hear Yennefer chuckle. "Down, little sis. Bellatrix is as good for Nina as you are. And in the end, it will be her choice. Not either of yours."
"Yeah. I know." Elif sighs loudly.
"Let's go talk to her now. She was worried sick when I talked to her earlier. I told them not to let her see Nina like this. She'd be broken. Richie had to give her a sleeping potion because she refused to sleep. According to Nina's Nonna, she hadn't eaten any food either. I know you don't like her much, but there's one thing you both have in common. You both are undeniably in love with Nina. And she loves you both too. So please try to get along with her. She's not your enemy. I will tell her the same thing too." Yennefer says softly.
"Okay…we'll go talk to her. But first, who is this man that can help Nina?"
"Rosalie said his name is Tom. Tom Riddle." Yennefer answered.
Elif hums, "that's a strange name…alright let's go."
I hear their footsteps retreat down the hall. Tom Riddle…the man I'll owe my life to.
I feel myself slipping back out of consciousness. I wish I was strong enough to wake up…
Suddenly, after what seemed like forever, my eyes snapped open. The room was bright and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust.
"Nina!" I hear Bella exclaim. I can't exactly see anything clearly yet, but I can feel her rush to my side.
I feel her hands over my head, I smile weakly.
"Bell…I need—" I begin but my throat is so dry It feels like I've swallowed tons of dry sand.
"Water. You need water!" She says frantically and I can hear her footsteps running down the hall.
Before I know it, she's back with a white cup and a straw.
"Bella…I can't see you clearly…I want to see you…" I whimpered after I drank the water. My voice is so hoarse that I barely recognized it.
"Shhh, my love. I'll fix it. They left a potion for your eyes. The magic did a lot of straining on your eyes." I can feel her move a potion vial to my lips. I swallow the potion greedily, not caring what it tastes like. I just need my sight back.
My sight comes back slowly, but surly. I stare up into Bella's beautiful face. Her usual flawless face now has dark circles under her eyes, and her skin looks paler than usual.
"Bella…you look sick. Have you been eating, or sleeping?" I ask her.
"No…not really." She looks down at her lap; a habit she does when she feels uncomfortable talking about it.
"You need to eat. Please go eat. I'll be here when you get back. I promise, my love."
"Okay…I suppose I should…" I can tell something is off. She's unsure about something.
"Bella, what's wrong with you?" I say to her.
"We'll talk about it when I'm sure you're better. Okay? I promise." It takes everything in my power to nod my head. I watch her go, and all I want to do is scream after her. I want to take her in my arms, and kiss her passionately.
I flop my head back on the pillow and sigh loudly.
Will my life ever be normal?
I hear footsteps, and I'm about to scold Bella for not going to eat.
Elif…
I can feel her magic flowing in my room.
My eyes move from her knee high black boots all the way past her protruding hips to the luscious swell of her breast. My eyes linger there for a moment; a shiver erupts through my body as a deep hunger fills my mind. I can't…
My palms are sweaty and I know I'm going to have a hard time controlling my desire. I won't!
But you need it…imagine how good it will feel as she writhes and screams underneath you…imagine how beautiful she sounds moaning your name….
"Down, Tiger. I'm not here to have sex with you. How do you feel?" Elif's voice sounds as sweet as honey. It's probably because I'm still weak. I always need sex after I go on a rampage. Why should now be any different?
I let out a low growl, "No. I need to fuck…and you look good enough to ravish, my dear…" I flash over to her; I whisper the last part in her ear seductively.
I hear Elif gulp as her arousal starts to cloud her brain.
"And you want me to…don't you? It's been a while since we fucked, eh? My beautiful Elif…" My breathing turns erratic. I am so close…I need it…that's all it is. I'm not doing this to hurt Bella…but Elif is just as good of a choice as Bella is.
I kiss my way from her jaw to her long sun kissed neck. So beautiful…
Elif moans softly as I suck on her pulse.
Suddenly, I am being pushed back down on the bed. My shocked eyes meet Elif's angry ones. She is straddling me, pinning my arms down above my head.
"I said no! Stop acting like a child!" She says through clenched teeth.
My mouth opens and closes multiple times as I stare up at the beautiful, but furious Turkish witch above me. I can't believe her! I need a release…I smirk as I realize how sexual this position actually is. I slam my hips upward, causing friction in all the right spots. I moan softly at the instant pleasure. Elif is trying her best not to moan too. She bits her bottom lip to keep from moaning. I smirk and do it again. Her reaction is less controlled as her mouth opens slightly and a soft gasp leaves it.
"Fuck." I say as the sensations are doing wonders to my body.
Elif is enjoying herself too. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are darkened with lust.
"No…I'm not going to let you do something you're going to regret." All of a sudden, she leaned up and pulled out a dagger. She slowly began cutting her forearm. Blood begin seeping through the newly formed cut. My mind snapped back to those muggles and I felt myself lost in the beauty of it all.
"Drink." Elif says forcing her arm into my mouth. I lap greedily at the blood. I become lost in the essence of her magical blood. I feel like I could have an orgasm just by drinking this…
I feel Elif running her hands through my hair, cooing at me softly.
"There you go. Drink it all up, baby girl…"
4 days later…
Christmas is in 2 more days and I still have no idea what to get Bella or Elif. My body fully recovered after Elif gave me her blood.
I'm supposed to go to diagon alley tomorrow to get something for Elif. I think Bella would enjoy something from Italy more, so I have to go back there too.
Mr. and Mrs. Black sent a howler to Bella demanding she attend the Christmas Balls with my family. My heart sank when I found out Bella would have to return back to my home. I really wish I got to spend more time with her while we visited Italy. If only I had even a little sense of control. We would have been able to spend more time together…
I received letters upon letters from Rabastan, and even some from Rodolphus. My father rushed here as soon as he found out I was in bad shape. Andromeda, Narcissa, and my little brother Nick all brought cards and some of my Christmas gifts just in case I wouldn't make it home for Christmas. Even my mother came…She still displayed her cold and uncaring demeanor, but to a much smaller degree. Although it seemed she was still cold to me, her eyes showed something different, and for once I was grateful for her. Her eyes were softer, and her voice didn't hold its usual harsh and demanding tone. She even offered to stay with me in the district for the rest of my time there…which was progress coming from her.
Right now I am currently sitting in Mr. Riddle's home. He sent me an owl saying that her needed to meet with me before he performed the ritual spell. I have yet to see him, for his 'friends' informed me that he was finishing up some business. I scoff at the thought of his friends. 'Friends, huh? They seem more like servants to me…'
Just who is this man...?
Suddenly, I freeze. This power…what is this magic?! It feels dark…extremely powerful, and cold. But above all, it's intriguing...hypnotizing even…
I feel him before I see him…my eyes find the mysterious man dressed in a black suit, he has jet black hair style perfectly for his handsome face. He is rather pale, but for some reason that only adds to his appeal. He is tall and slim, probably reaching over 6'4".
The magic coming from this man is so powerful it actually makes a little hard to breath. There's something off about his magic…something doesn't feel exactly right. That only adds to his frighting presence.
He studies me quietly before saying, "Nina Russo…you certainly are what they claimed you were," He says in a soft voice. What am I? What does he mean when he said, "You certainly are what they claimed you were…?"
"Excuse my manners, I'm Tom Riddle." He extends his long spider like fingers. I accept the handshake and I shudder at how cold his hands are.
"Nice to meet you, sir." I say trying my best not show my fear.
He smiles softly, "I want to get straight to the point. You are a very exceptional witch, and I'd hate to see that talent go to waste. Have you ever casted an unforgivable before?" I want to lie to him. I really do, because he might sell me out…but for some reason, I can't seem to lie…
"Yes, sir...All three of them." I say like an obedient child.
"Exceptional indeed…a prodigy even…" He muses to himself.
"Thank you, sir, but I am hardly a prodigy." I smile sheepishly at him.
He waves his hand dismissively, "Nonsense. Let me ask you, how is the work at Hogwarts for you?"
"Easy. I mean, really easy. I don't even need to practice or study. Although I spend most of my time in the library, but that's because I study more advanced magic than they teach at Hogwarts." I answered. It was only after he made a face as if to say, "You see what I mean, now?" did I realize what I actually said. There's only one other person who finds the work easy too, but even she isn't studying magic as advanced as I am.
"Okay, so if I am a prodigy, then my girl—my friend Bella is too. She's not exactly as strong as me, but she easily comes in second in the entire school."
"Oh there is no doubt that you are a prodigy. That's very high praise coming from me. So…you believe there is someone else who is also powerful?" He asks raising his eyebrow.
"Yes. My best friend. Bellatrix. She's 15."
His eyes flicker in recognition, "Bellatrix…Black?"
My face lights up in excitement, "Yes! You know of her?"
"Oh no. I haven't had the pleasure of properly meeting Bellatrix, but I do know her family quite well. Her father was always saying how powerful he thought she was, even as a young girl. I never really looked into it because I figured he was just being a usual parent," He says softly, "But you agree that she is powerful, yes?"
"Oh definitely!" I exclaim.
"Very well then, this is good…Say, Nina, I brought you here for a reason. I want to talk with you some, and I want you to demonstrate some of your dueling skills to me. Then, I will discuss your future as a pure-blood witch with you…"
"Future?" I ask the confusion obvious on my face.
"I want to share my plan for the future with you…but first I want to show you to the grounds. I want to see you duel one of my friends…he won't go easy on you, but I feel he is the one that should be worried…"
"Of course sir…anything. I'll do anything for you for helping me with the block spell…"
His face seemed to become…transfixed at my words…he looked different. Almost less human…
"Excellent. Let's begin, shall we?" he smiles. I nod my head. My eyes hard with determination.
I owe him my life…
Until next time…when Tom Riddle has a plan…it never ends well…
