Author's Note: Alternate Ending number 3! This one is by my best friend Becky! The demon thing comes from the fact that she nicknamed herself the Anti-Christ...so...yeah...it just makes her cooler! lol Alrighty! Here it is!
"Schyler, there's no way that you're going back to Draco now that you've escaped."
The argument had lasted over an hour after Schyler had woken up and despite the tears, Becky was not about to let her best friend continue to be beaten up. It was her turn to have fun, now.
"But you don't understand, Becky! There's this code that they follow, I must obey everything they tell me-"
"Wait, who is 'they'? Don't even tell me Lucius is doing this to you as well!" Becky snorted in anger, growing more irate by the moment. "This is ending. Now."
"Becky, no!" Schyler screamed, flinging herself from the bed and in front of Becky's path, "Don't hurt Draco! I love him!"
"Why?" Becky snapped, "Why would you love someone who forsakes his every word to you? Why would you love someone who turns his back on you each and every time he says 'I love you,' Schyler? How is that possible? What kind of love is that? I'll tell you what kind – none at all. It's sadistic pleasure fueled by hatred and bad blood, and I'll be damned if I can't do anything about it!" With that, Schyler was ripped from the door without a chance to say anything in reply as Becky strode sourly out of her room, downstairs and outside.
"There must be a way for me to get in that house and do something…" Becky said to herself as she sat down under her favorite weeping willow tree. Many times had she come here in hope of figuring out problems and seeking solutions to her life and so she sat here for many hours until long into the night, she rose and went back inside where Heather, Mitch and Schyler were all having dinner at the table.
"What are you scheming?" Heather plainly asked, "I know that look."
"You're not planning anything terrible, are you?" Schyler asked, saddened.
"Nor anything that will involve you getting killed?" Mitch asked through his chewing.
"None of those, actually. Though the terrible part is vaguely what I had in mind," Becky smirked, giving her friends a slight bow as she ascended the stairs into her study room, right above the dining room. She could hear them murmuring about something through the floor as she sat at her desk, rummaging through spell books and jotting down notes. Becky was notorious for doing some research before doing something or going somewhere new. It was well after two in the morning before Becky heard her friends come upstairs and shut their bedroom doors.
"Now my plan unfolds…"
The next morning, Schyler found Becky sleeping on the couch with her quill in one hand and her other tightly gripping onto a piece of parchment. Taking the parchment, she began reading it out loud as she always does:
"Dear Schyler, since I know that this will reach you first, I address this to you and you alone. This must stop, whether in life or in death and since life had not a chance to change the circumstances, death shall have to take its toll, now. I have worked hard on this all night, and in my attempt, I will make things right. I promise this – on my life. However, I leave my words to you now: Retro Vivita!"
"'Retro vivita?' Becky, no…." Schyler looked down in tears at her friend on the couch, believing her to be dead. She touched Becky's arm and froze – she was warm! Alive! But Schyler couldn't move, frozen to her spot on the floor. As Becky slowly woke up, Schyler began to get sleepy and fell to the floor.
"I'm sorry, Schyler, but this is the only way to end it. You left me with no choice…." Becky's words ran through Schyler's head as she blacked out.
"What's going on?" Mitch asked from the door way, "What, exactly, left you with no choice? Is she… What did you do?!" Mitch's voice erupted with anger.
"No, she's not dead! She's just very unconscious and will probably stay that way for a good week, giving me just enough time to set things straight with the Malfoys."
"Wait, you're going over there?"
"Well yeah. I had planned on it."
"Problem. None of us can get inside the place – Draco's got that spell up!"
"Solution," Becky flashed a sly smile, "I won't be going as myself, but as her." She nodded down to Schyler, kneeling down and cutting off a small piece of her hair. Taking out a medium sized vial, Becky dropped the hair into it, swished it around, and drank it, making a bitter face as she began to change right before Mitch's eyes until she looked exactly like Schyler. Becky laughed, "Am I considered to be a midget now?"
"Holy Becky's house, what is going on here? Schyler, why are you wearing Becky's clothes?!" Heather exclaimed as she entered the room, having seen nothing of what had just happened.
"I'm not Schyler, I'm Becky. That's the real Schyler…" Becky said, pointing to Schyler lying on the floor. "And speaking of, Mitch, would you take her upstairs and lie her down in the girls' bedroom?" Mitch nodded and took Schyler upstairs. "Heather, I'm sorry for all the confusion, but I really am Becky. I came up with a plan and thought I would pay the Malfoys a visit for a while and-"
"And with that spell up, we couldn't go near the place, but Schyler, or now you, can go inside," Heather figured out, glancing at Mitch who came back downstairs. "You planned this all?"
"Being the one who stayed up until two in the morning trying to figure out just how enchanted parchment works and how to cast a reversing spell…. Yes, that would be me." Becky laughed as Mitch shook his head and Heather smiled, "Now, if you would excuse me, I'm off to play my part as Schyler, get my ass kicked, play 'loveable wifey' to Draco, and eventually kill the son of a bitch…"
"You!" Draco screamed at Becky, thinking she was Schyler, as she Apparated through the fireplace, "did you think you could run away from me? Did you think that you could escape?" Draco took Becky by the hair and drug her down the hall where Lucius was waiting, standing in front of a large bay window.
"So you thought you could run away from us, hmm?" Lucius said calmly, turning around to face his newest victim.
"Lucius, no, I-"
"Did I say you could talk?" Lucius fumed, grabbing Becky by the jaw with such force that she thought her jaw would come unhinged. Tears welled in her eyes, but she did everything in her power to stop herself from crying as she looked Lucius in the eye, shaking her head. Lucius tossed her backwards onto the floor, "That's a good girl. Draco? I think it's about time that I teach you one of my favorite spells…Come, we shall go downstairs."
Draco picked Becky up by the arm and followed his father, "It's not often that he teaches me his favorite spells. You're going to enjoy this, Schyler," Draco said with a sneer, shutting the door behind him as the three entered the dungeonesque basement. He set about binding her to a wooden post so that Becky couldn't move. "I love you…" Draco whispered but when he looked her in the eye, he found nothing but fiery hatred.
"Fire that burns is said to be living. It breathes, it grows, it… consumes… Fire also leaves its mark on that which it consumes, which is exactly what I'll be doing…" Lucius put his wand to Becky's chest and shouted something that she couldn't hear before she was engulfed in a greenish-blue flame. It didn't burn like normal fire, but something felt different. Despite the fact that one of Becky's worst fears was being burned alive, she remained calm until –RIIIIIIIPPPPPPP. The top layer of her skin was being torn off slowly by the flames that licked her.
"Oh merciful God in Heaven, please!" Becky cried out in panic and pain. She doubted her ability to keep calm under the torture and so let it go, tears streaming down her face as moans of agony escaped her throat. She heard another piece of skin being torn off, this time from her back. The torture went on for three agonizingly bloody hours before Lucius relinquished his spell. Blood stained Becky's clothes and pooled around the post to which she was bound. "D…Dra…co…."
"I'm surprised she lasted the entire time. Draco, you haven't been hitting her hard enough!" Lucius said to his son, who set about untying his wife, letting her drop to the floor with a soft thud. "Oh well, we'll just have to clean up and try again once she's healed. It's no good when they're already spoiled…" Lucius walked up the stairs and closed the door with a soft -- click--. Draco waited until he knew his father was gone before he knelt down beside Becky.
"Schyler. Schyler, wake up," Draco said softly, beginning to heal her stripped flesh. It took well over an hour into the night to heal her wounds completely. "Honey, you need to wake up, now…"
"Dra..co?" Becky stirred, her body still throbbing with pain. She felt so weak and felt sorry for underestimating how much pain the real Schyler went through. Looking up, her eyes met Draco's in a blank stare. "Why?"
"Because I love you, that's why…" Draco wiped the tears from her face, got up, and left her there on the cold basement floor. A few minutes later, two house elves came and cleaned up the blood, still leaving Becky in numb agony on the floor.
"I'm sorry…. sorry for doubting….so much pain…" Becky whispered, forcing her body to sit up and slump against the wall. The elves looked at her in confusion, but went about their duties. "I'll get though this…For you…" Becky braced her body against the wall and forced her legs to support her weight, making her way slowly up the stairs, one step at a time. Opening the door, Becky found Lucius standing outside the door, a brief look of shock crossing his brows. Becky said nothing, only giving him a glare as she straightened herself.
"My dear, you look tired," Lucius said with a chuckle, "perhaps you should go upstairs and have a rest?"
"Mark my words, father," Becky said cynically, her voice crackled with hatred and pain, "I will not give up my life to the likes of you…"
"Such strong words for someone so weak…" Lucius spoke bitterly, stepping forward so he was close to Becky's face, "It would be wise not to speak in a manner that does not befit you!" His hand struck hard against Becky's face, knocking her to the ground in a dizzy stupor. Sneering, Lucius turned and left, muttering in disgust about her defiance.
As far as her legs could take her, Becky struggled up the stairs and into her bedroom. Luckily, Draco had been downstairs and this gave her enough time to change into some clean clothes. Had it not been for the advanced polyjuice potion she had taken to transform into Schyler, Becky was sure that her plan would never work.
"This must be done, and must be done soon… I don't think I can take this much longer…"
Torture. Every day for a week, Becky was tortured for her outbursts. Among other ailments that afflicted her, Becky had been burned, stripped of her flesh, bones broken, bled from her eyes, forced to listen to deafening noise until her head felt like it was going to explode, suffered under the cruciatus curse, and physically beaten. After each and every beating, Draco would still have the gall to whisper 'I love you' into her ear as he left her there in the cold, dark, dank basement in excruciating pain that defied all of her senses. It was time to end it all, and time to break the chain that Draco held around Schyler's neck.
That night, after Draco had physically beaten her until she couldn't move, Becky set her plan into motion. She summoned her wand and healed herself quickly. She needed enough time to gather her strength and to deal with Lucius before Draco woke up. Climbing the stairs from the basement to where she had earlier stashed a formal gown in a supply closet, she quickly changed into an emerald green evening gown embroidered with silver lace on the sleeves and hem of the skirt. Concealing her wand within her left sleeve for easy access, she smoothed out her gown, combed through her hair, and made her way to the study where she knew Lucius would be waiting as he always did late into the night. She knocked at the door and waited for his voice to allow her to come in.
"What are you doing up at this hour?" Lucius demanded, closing the book he had been rummaging through.
"Grant me permission to speak, father?" Becky asked subserviently, throwing her gaze down as she laced her hands together. 'I cannot thank God enough for the ability to act!' Becky thought as Lucius nodded.
"Speak."
"Father, you have been right all along. I should not have disobeyed you or Draco," Becky cried out as she dropped to her knees, the skirt of the dress fanning out gracefully as her right arm extended out towards Lucius, "You are the lord of the manor and as such I shall obey your commands, and my husband's."
Lucius was confused for a moment, but took Becky's hand as she lifted herself from the floor, gaze still downwards.
"I do not doubt that you will. Perhaps now you will truly come to understand how the Malfoy family works…" Lucius' voice was filled with confidence and pride as he left go of Becky's hand, gave her a quick nod and sat back down in his chair. Becky flashed a quick smile as she began to walk towards the door, and stopped. Turning around outside of Lucius' sight, she pulled out her wand and walked back to the right side of his chair, touching his shoulder lightly.
"Good night, Lucius." Becky's wand was at the ready, just beyond his sight.
"Good night," Lucius hesitated, "my daug…" His voice fell silent as he began to reach for his wand. 'She tricked me!' he thought in panic, 'How could I have fallen for such a trick?!'
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Lucius fell silent, eyes wide in horror as the life slipped from him like grains of sand through his hand. Becky let out an exacerbated sigh and left the study in a hurry to finish off what she had left untouched. Ascending the stairs quietly, Becky opened the door to her bed chamber. There she found Draco sleeping quietly, his wand on the night stand. She tip-toed to the night stand, took it in her hands, and broke it as quietly as she could, then piecing the bits back together as though it had never been broken. Suddenly, Becky gasped as a hand grabbed her wrist tightly.
"What are you doing out of bed?" Draco asked groggily, throwing the covers off and sitting up.
"Draco! I…I was just talking with father. He told me to come upstairs and tell you what I told him. I told him that you needed to save your strength. We cannot have you weakened at all and it is my duty to keep you strong and fit," Becky spooned him the lie, hoping he'd accept it and just go back to bed.
"Is something wrong? You sound… different, Schyler…" Draco looked at the clock – it was almost two in the morning.
'Oh shit!' Becky thought in panic, 'The potion is going to wear off soon! It's been a little more than a week and I forgot about changing back! I can't let him know… just tell him… tell him…'
"Schyler?"
"It's nothing to be concerned about. It's just a bit chilly. I'm fine and you don't have to worry about me," Becky said quickly, walking towards the standing mirror as she felt herself slowly changing. She noticed her eyes weren't brown anymore, but her normal blue. 'Shit!' Becky walked into an adjoining bathroom and slowly watched as she changed back into her normal self. Dressing herself in some loose clothing, Becky stalled for time as she heard Draco's concerned voice call her from the bathroom. "I'll be out in a minute, I'm shutting the windows that I left open from earlier. It's my fault that I made it so chilly."
"Whatever…" Draco's voice relaxed and Becky let a sigh of relief when she heard Draco get back in the bed. She opened the door slowly, checking to see if he had gone back to bed, then walked quickly across the room and sat on the edge of the other side of the bed. "Aren't you going to get in? Schyler? Schyler! Don't make me hurt you, or get my father!"
"I'm afraid that's impossible…" Becky sneered, her back towards him.
"What? You're not Schyler!" Draco exclaimed, jumping from the bed in fright, "Who are you? Answer me!"
"You should know who I am by now, Draco," Becky said slowly, standing up and turning towards him, "I've been here the entire time… husband. I think it's time that we had another little… chat."
"You!" Draco yelled, "How the hell did you get through my spell?"
"Oh, it wasn't me that broke through. Technically, it was Schyler that broke through your pathetic little spell!" Becky laughed as Draco grabbed his wand, only to find it splinter beneath the pressure of his grip, "You should've never underestimated this particular mudblood!" Becky threw a punch that landed hard on his jaw, rendering him unconscious for a few moments – long enough for Becky to tie him up and drag him to the basement.
"You'll never get away with this! When my father hears about this, he'll-"
"He'll what, Draco? Kill me? Now, I'm afraid there's a bit of a problem with that plan. You see, I killed him while you slept soundly in your bed!" Becky laughed maniacally as a look of horror spread slowly across Draco's face.
"You… sick monster!"
"Monster?" Becky asked angrily, "You're calling me a monster after what you had the nerve to do to my friend? You call me a monster? A monster?" Becky knelt down to his face, stared intensely into his empty eyes and laughed coldly, "You don't know what a monster I can be…"
"You can't do anything to me; you're just a filthy mudblood! You can't- Aghh!" Draco began to shout but was interrupted when Becky scratched him across the face.
"Did I say you could speak?" Becky yelled at him in anger, getting no response, "I didn't think so!" She turned to look around the room to find things she could hit him with, but only finding a hammer, some nails, and other useless things. When she turned back around, Draco was half way to the stairs and struggling to get free.
"Get away from me!" Draco screamed, wriggling on the floor.
"I don't think you have much of a choice, Draco. You're alone…. And there's no daddy here to save your sorry ass."
"You're a monster! A demon!"
"A demon?" Becky laughed and pulled Draco to the wooden post where she had been tortured, binding him up nice and tight, "I thought you would never call me that…." Her eyes began to glow red, the room darkened and swirled, shifted into nothingness. Grand ivory horns erupted from her forehead and curled around her ears. Her nails extended, hardening into razor sharp claws as her skin paled out to reveal blue-black veins pulsing beneath the flesh, beating to the rhythm of Draco's beating heart. Becky's voice was no longer vocal, but a mental link between their two minds.
"Wh…what the…"
'I am the daughter of She who is all powerful over the armies of the dead and the damned. I am the daughter of Satan, the Anti-Christ who walks among the living realms…. But you may call me your Master!'
Draco's screams echoed through the darkness, his blood boiling within his veins as she came closer to him with an open hand which was pressed against his forehead, leaving a black spot that looked like ink.
'With this, I bless you as the Walking Damned – forever blessed with eternal life and cursed to rot amongst the living as your flesh melts slowly off of your bones from the poison that infects your corpse…' Becky boomed with laughter as Draco began to slowly melt, the smell of rotting flesh flooding the darkness was wasn't. 'May you rot in Hell forever for your deeds, Draco Malfoy, and when the time comes, I shall see you at your darkest hour.' The horns began to recede and disappear, nails returning to normal as the color soaked back into her skin. Becky's eyes returned to normal, the deep blue water quenching the fire that raged within her as her voice returned to her. Becky blinked, the room went back to normal but the smell of rotting flesh was still pungent in her nose, almost making her vomit as she looked at Draco, still tied to the wooden post. He was quivering and twitching, drooling from the side of his mouth and gazing at the floor with empty, vacant eyes and a hung head.
"Poor, pitiful boy…. And to think I once had mercy on you the first time we 'talked.' Have fun in your Hell, Draco Malfoy, and may we never meet again until your punishment is over…" Becky said and retrieved her wand, "Avada… Kedavra…."
Becky walked quickly upstairs, having done what she came to do. She apparated home where she was welcomed by an awakened Schyler and a worried Heather and Mitch. Schyler smiled and was the first one to tackle her friend with a great hug.
"Becky! You're alive!" Schyler exclaimed in joy.
"Yes and just barely, thank God for it. Hey, aren't you going to come see me?" Becky said, her eyes full of tears as Heather and Mitch tackled her in joy. "Hey Schyler…"
"Hm?"
"I'm sorry for ever y thing you had to go through…. I went through the same thing you did for a week, and had it not been for you, I don't think I could've done it."
"No, don't be, Becky! It wasn't your fault, but is he... you know?" Schyler said, Becky nodding in response.
"It's over. Now, I think I just need to sleep."