A/N: Hey my faithful readers! This is it, the final chapter, chapter 13, delivered to you on Friday 13th (and I swear I didn't plan it, honestly). So go on, and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I am up to no good. I hereby disclaim. As for the rightful owners, ask JK Rowling, Baudelaire, Cornelia Funke and the respective owners of the quotes mentioned in each chapter.
Les Fleurs du Mal
Part Thirteen – Death
… et rendez-vous sur l'île d'Avalon… (Manau)
Then came the day when he was hit by a spell. Sectumsempra, he heard, and smelled the blood before he felt the stinging pain.
Blood was spilling on his clothes, flowing rapidly, pooling next to him. He fell hard, only half conscious, on another victim. Maybe that one had been innocent. He didn't care anymore.
All he could feel was his life rapidly leaving his body in a stream of crimson liquid. His vision was cloudy. He closed his eyes and sighed for the last time. He lifted a shaky hand to his face, touching one of the wounds.
Then he felt darkness closing in on him, and smiled. His father would have been furious at how he gave into the pain, but that hardly mattered anymore. All that mattered was that it was indeed finally over.
The man sighed, his breath left his body for the last time in a painful moan. The blood ceased to flow. Crimson was everywhere. He easily fell into it and forgot himself. Forgot pain, forgot love, forgot death, forgot life. And smiled.
A/N: You did know that ending before, right? It should be kind of obvious, even for those who didn't get the Heart - Blood - Death reference...
I only have one thing to say: Please review!
And watch out for my next D/G fic that should be on tomorrow... it's a happier one than this.
Anna Scathach