A/N: I actually got a review on the last chapter. Thanks, scuba!
Now for you, my lovely but rather silent readers, the 12th chapter, only one to go until it's over. And then I'll be finally rid of this bloody...
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Les Fleurs du Mal
Part Twelve – Blood
I'm bleeding and screaming. Am I too lost to be saved, am I too lost? (Evanescence)
Blood, on the dirty ground. Blood, spilling out of several wounds on tortured bodies. Blood, on his hands. Blood.
After leaving the battlefield, he could still smell it, could still see it, and hear them moaning in agony. And even though he scrubbed his hands off several times, in a desperate attempt to clean himself from his faults and sins, he still felt dirty.
He saw them die, knowing it was him who killed. He saw them bleeding, knowing it was him who wounded. He saw the blood, and couldn't take it anymore.
Then came the day when he was hit by a spell. Sectumsempra, he heard, and smelled the blood before he felt the stinging pain.
A/N: Sorry, you'll have to wait til next week. Please review, anyway!
Anna Scathach