Ok so here's Chapter 2...I sort of back track a little bit so you can learn a little more about Lucius. I really hope that it's not confusing. If it is, be sure to let me know. Please review! Flame me if you must but give me any suggestions or pointers if you can!
Chapter Two
Lucius sat in his arm chair, a glass of fire whiskey in hand. The room was dark all except for the fire that burned in the fireplace. Its light set shadows on his chiseled face. He was unshaved and dark circles lay under his grey eyes. Staring into the fire, as the flames danced before his eyes, he gulped down the alcohol quickly.
Swallowing, he felt the warm liquid run down his throat and through his body. It soothed him with its warming sensation. It was one of very few things that did soothe him these days.
Despite the warming sensation, his eyes still remained cold. It was as though his whole body was melting as sweat poured from his brow and down his neck but the eyes remained icy glaciers, almost impossible to melt…almost.
He stood up abruptly from his chair and went to go pour himself another drink from the bottle on the side table. His eyes flashed as he watched the ember liquid pour into his glass. Then he took the glass, pressing its rim to his lips, letting its contents fill his mouth. He swished it though his mouth and swallowed. Looking at the glass disdainfully, he pulled it up as if examining it.
His eyes wandered to the portrait that hung above the fireplace. Unlike most of the portraits of his ancestors that decorated the walls of Malfoy Manor, this one did not speak, move, nor stir.
The older aristocratic looking man in the portrait, stood proudly as though surveying the room. Lucius never liked the portrait of his grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy. It made him uneasy. He always felt as though he was being watched by him. Despite the fact that most of the portraits in his home did in fact watch him and talk at the most awkward moments, they never bothered him as much as this one.
Picking up the glistening bottle of whiskey, he raised it up and drank it as much as he could fit in his mouth. His eyes flashed as he put down the bottle and stared back at the portrait. A moment of madness crossed his cold eyes as he picked up the half filled, rather large bottle of whiskey, and flung it at the portrait. The glass shattered and droplets of whiskey ran down the smug face of Abraxas Malfoy.
Lucius sneered and he stormed out of his study, slamming the door loudly behind him.
"Lucius! Lucius, where are you going?" Asked Narcissa Malfoy.
She had been awakened by the clicking footsteps of his boots along the corridors. Her bright blue eyes watched him accusingly as he turned slowly to face her.
"What on Earth are you doing?! It's nearly half passed three!"
He stared at her blankly, not giving away the state of his drunkenness.
"I have business to attend to…" he answered.
"For the Dark Lord?" she asked.
Lucius nodded but did not look at her. Narcissa sighed but still looked at him accusingly.
"Shall I walk you to the door then?"
"That won't be necessary" he replied curtly "…Go back to bed Narcissa."
She opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. Instead she simply gave him a supercilious stare then turned back abruptly and walked down the dark corridor, her long nightgown flowing gracefully behind in her wake.
Lucius reached the large staircase leading to the ground floor of his home. He hurried down and crossed the threshold of elaborate carpeting and dark marble. Not turning his head for a moment, he headed for the front door. He opened it and stepped outside into the cool night air. Closing the door behind him, he set out into the night, leaving Malfoy Manor and all its grandeur far behind him.
Lucius looked out the foggy window as the sun rose over the horizon. He watched as the city of London awoke to a new day, a fresh start. Snowflakes fell softly from a cloudless sky, covering all the streets and back alleys with a new layer of white dust.
The flat was dark, all accept for the faint sunlight that escaped through the old faded blinds. His gaze circled the room and his eyes rested on the woman lying in bed, her body covered with grey sheets.
"Good morning, darling." She said as she stretched her bare arms and yawned.
"I have to go." He replied shortly as he approached the bed.
"But where are you going? Can't you stay a little longer?"
"No."
" But why?"
She now put her arms around Lucius, clinging to him. He turned to look at down at her. She was plain and by no means a stunning beauty but she was fairly attractive and she entertained him when he needed it most.
Pushing her off, he replied, a slight detection of annoyance in his voice…
"Must you cling to me so? I have business to attend to."
He began to button up his shirt paying little mind to her.
"Let me help you…"
She got out of the bed, fully naked and walked over to Lucius. He grudgingly let her finish buttoning his shirt and coat.
"Lucius, darling, do you think I'm beautiful?"
Oh here we go again… he thought.
He took a deep breath as if annoyed.
"Yes…"
She smiled as if implying something.
"Then why are you leaving?"
He groaned in agitation.
"Merlin's beard woman! What's wrong with you? I said I have business to attend to!" snapped Lucius as he put on his leather gloves.
"You are so cold." She said, setting herself back down on the rickety old bed.
Lucius laughed sarcastically.
"Didn't think so last night did you?"
His back turned to her as he headed out of the bedroom. She jumped off the bed and followed him, tying a blue bathrobe around her.
"Lucius!"
Anger filled her voice as she spoke.
He didn't turn. There was a stiffness, a sort of aristocratic way that he carried himself. The way he walked, his shoulders perfectly strait. Even in a place like this, his status and high opinion of himself was obvious. He felt as though he couldn't be bothered to turn and converse any longer.
"I know what you are!"
At that, he came to a halt. He turned slowly to face her.
"And just what might that be?" he asked, his right eyebrow raised.
Her voice grew steadily louder.
"I've heard the stories, read the papers, one only has to look at you to put two and two together!" she said.
His lip curled.
"Oh really? And just what conclusion, pray tell, have you come to?" he drawled, coming closer to her, leaving hardly any space between them.
"You're a... you're a…"
"I'm a what?" he said smiling coldly, still coming steadily closer.
"A death eater…" Her voice shook slightly as she spoke those two deadly words.
Lucius laughed, as if truly finding this whole situation amusing. Slowly he pushed her body against the wall. A sly smile crossed his pale face as he stroked her light brown hair and let his hand run down the side of her face. Her breathing suddenly quickened.
Neither spoke. The room was silent except for the creaks of the floorboards and the sounds of their breathing. His was steady and calm while she was almost at the point of hyperventilating.
Then he broke the silence with his silky voice.
"You had said you wanted me to stay." He continued to lightly stroke her hair. "… I assume the invitation is still open."
She didn't get a chance to answer.
He began to run his hands slowly down the sides of her hips and along her thighs, never for a moment ceasing his icy stare.
Aurelia watched him apprehensively. She couldn't deny that he did scare her. Even more so then Bellatrix did. Despite the fact that Bellatrix was obviously psychotic and that she truly enjoyed torturing her, she could never take the one thing Aurelia had left…dignity.
Horrible thoughts crossed her mind as she watched him watch her. His gaze didn't seem threatening in that way; it more or less seemed that he was studying her as if she were some kind of strange exotic bird. She moved her head, thus breaking eye contact with him and instead looked down at her feet. Looking up slightly she saw him turn and begin pacing.
"So…do you know why you're here?" He asked.
What kind of question was that? Thought Aurelia.
He was talking to her as if she were a child in trouble at school. It infuriated her.
"…Because I was captured and brought here against my will?" snapped Aurelia.
"I suppose you'd like to think that, wouldn't you?" he drawled.
What the hell was that supposed to mean? What is he playing at!!
"You're not the only one we captured, you know. My estranged niece was quite a handful, put up a real fight. You on the other hand were surprisingly quite submissive…"
Tonks! Tonks was here? Who else had they gotten to? Sirius?! Did they get the prophecy?
Aurelia's thoughts were maddening. Her heart was racing. Despite her predicament, her mind wandered and all she thought of was Sirius. She wished that he was with her. She needed him. Now, more than ever…
Reality snapped back into focus.
"Did you hear me? I must say I was quite surprised at your willingness to cooperate especially after our little tiff at the Ministry."
Little tiff? It was quite more than a little tiff!… thought Aurelia.
Her eyes fell on Lucius as his words finally sunk in.
"Of course I was bloody submissive! You knocked me out!" she shouted.
He laughed at her mockingly.
What the hell did he find so damn funny about this!? she thought.
After a moment or so he finally spoke.
"So…shall we get down to business?"
His voice was business-like and to the point. Aurelia found it strange how he could snap from mocking her to sounding as though he was making a business transaction in a matter of seconds.
Aurelia didn't answer and instead gave him a cold stare filled with hate.
"Now I'm going to ask you a few questions and you are going to answer them. Is that clear?"
No answer.
"I said is that clear?..."
His voice remained level but Aurelia could tell that he was trying to subdue the anger that was rising up through his chest. Still she gave no answer and looked away as if ignoring him. She saw his cold icy eyes flash.
Lucius Malfoy did not like to be ignored. She could have yelled at him, cursed him, and said something filled with hate and scorn but yet she ignored him as if he wasn't worth her time. It infuriated him.
He came close to her and held the scuff of her neck against the wall. Aurelia tried desperately to push him off but couldn't muster enough strength. He was to strong. She had never felt this weak before. His powerful arms held her to the wall with ease. As if it required very little effort.
"Now listen to me half-blood! I will not say it again! Do I make myself clear?!"
His voice quickened but did not rise.
Hate filled her dark cinnamon colored eyes and her lips contorted in anger. She couldn't believe that she was so weak compared to him. After a final and desperate attempt to push him away from her, she gave up. It was impossible. Her heart felt like it would leave her chest as she panted.
"Now you see Aurelia, there is no point in fighting anymore. I'm too strong for you. Why don't you spare yourself the exasperation?"
It was the first time she had heard him say her name.
But he must've said it once before. Thought Aurelia.
He was now leaning into her. His silky voice whispered as though he were telling a secret. Then he laughed again and began to lightly stroke the side of her face. Aurelia's deep breaths only became more desperate.
The way he looked at her now made her uneasy. It was no longer an inquisitive stare like before, there was something else in his eyes. Horrible thoughts crossed her mind of what he might be planning to do to her.
Maybe he's just doing this to scare you so you'll tell them everything or maybe he really will do something and then threaten to do it again if I don't tell him everything or maybe if I tell him everything he'll just do something after I tell him…Oh God what am I going to do? What can I do?
Aurelia's thoughts raced through her head. He began to stoke the outline of her face. He was too close now. Far to close…
His cold grey eyes looked into her fiery brown eyes. He seemed as though he was searching for something hidden behind the deep pools of cinnamon colored haze. Hers, however were filled with passionate hate and absolute fury.
How dare he come this close? How dare he?! Thought Aurelia.
She couldn't stand it. She wasn't about to let him have his way…not without a fight. Letting all thoughts of consequences leave her mind, she collected as much saliva in her mouth as she possibly could and spit directly in his face for the second time since their encounter.
His arms let go of her and he stepped back, wiping away her spit with his sleeve. That look in his eyes was gone and they were once again icy glaciers. Aurelia could not tell if it was for the better or for the worse.
He pulled out his wand and pointed it to her chest. A look of disgust, crossed his face as he looked her up and down.
"I don't think you understand the magnitude of this situation, Halfblood." He said, his voice returning to its drawling indifference.
No more Aurelia?
She supposed him calling her by her first name was a one-time occurrence.
What had you expected? He's a twisted Pureblood fanatic who just happens to be a fucking Death Eater!
"Don't think me timid. Do you have any idea what I am capable of doing to you?...What I have done to others like you?" he drawled.
Aurelia was so unbelievably frustrated.
If he's going to do something why doesn't he just do it and stop talking about it. He probably thinks he's being clever, trying to play mind games. Well, I'm certainly not going to play along.
He was met with indifference as she turned her head and ignored him yet again. She thought of all the stories she had read about the torture and the killings caused by the Death Eaters. They were merciless stone cold killers, obsessed with the idea of Pureblood supremacy. She had swore to go after people like Lucius Malfoy, to hunt them, stop them from tearing up the lives of the innocent, to catch them and lock them all away in Azkaban. Yet here she was. She had become one of the people she had sworn to protect.
Lucius' icy stare pierced through her.
"Do you have any idea what I could do to you?" he said again, this time more of a whisper.
Aurelia lifted herself up, level with him. She was afraid of him but she wasn't going to let him know it.
I'm an auror, a dark wizard catcher, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let an arrogant, Pureblood bastard like Lucius Malfoy intimidate me.
"DO IT!!" she shouted as loud as her oral capacity would allow her.
He looked at her, his languid, chiseled face now contorted. His eyes gleamed through their icy surface, as anger radiated through them. But there was something else in those eyes. Something…But Aurelia couldn't quite tell what.
"As you wish…" He muttered with hate and disgust.
Aurelia's dark eyes widened as the torturing curse hit her weakened body. She wreathed at his feet, her body felt as if it was on fire, as if she were being burned alive. Screams of terror filled the small dark room. He watched her, his eyes still as icy as they ever were. Her eyes however, like her body, were fiery and filled with pain.
Pain like she had never felt before…