Alright first off I'd like to say I'm sorry it's taken sooo long to get this chapter up. I really have been slacking. I would also like to say that the first part of this chapter really should be the last part of Chapter 4. That's really why this one is quite longer than the others previous. The second part of the chapter might be a little confusing so let me just clarify that it is a flashback, before Aurelia ever got captured. There isn't very much Lucius in this chapter, and for that I apologize. The next chapter will mostly focus on him so, I think that will make up for it. Some feedback would really be appreciated, negative or otherwise...I'm not really sure about this chapter. Well actually I'm never really sure of any of these chapters. One minute I'll love it then I'll absolutely despise it. What I think isn't really important...leave a comment an let me know what you think!
Chapter Five
The left side of her cheek still stung from the blow of Lucius' hand. Beads of sweat poured down the sides of her brow along with the tears that blurred her vision. Lucius was still on top of her and she could feel him throbbing, still not relenting as he thrust inside of her. Every now and then, she could hear the hissing breathing of Voldemort as he watched the scene.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed two other figures watching. There faces were hidden in the shadow.
Death Eaters…she thought.
She was sickened by the fact that not only was this actually happening to her but also by the fact that every bit of it was being watched by prying eyes.
It would've been better if someone had jumped me from a dark alley rather than this. Anything but this…
She couldn't believe that this was happening to her now, that she was loosing the one ounce of dignity she had left. And she was loosing it all to him.
This was the first time she had ever been touched by a man like this. She had come close a few times before, once with Sirius. Memories of that night flashed through her mind. He had been so gentle and understanding but all she could think of was the now, not the past. It had never crossed her mind that it would happen this way. Never in her wildest dreams…
Or nightmares...
An aching pain began to consume her inner thigh and then made its way between her legs. He was absolutely relentless. Every thrust grew harder and harder as he came closer to his release. Aurelia couldn't suppress a moan as his body became completely one with hers. She was beginning to feel so unlike before. More...Despite everything, she hungered and would do anything for more. Filled with undeniable pain but still filled with an incredible feeling.
A final groan escaped Lucius' mouth as he reached his peak, and she wasn't far behind him. Closer, closer… but then she felt his hand come down on her face with an incredible force for the second time. She cried out, partly because of the pain and partly because of her being so close to total ecstasy. And then just when she finally began to feel what her body had been craving, he pulled away.
"Filthy little whore." He said through clenched teeth.
His eyes were wide with fury as he watched her panting on the floor. She knew he could've gone on but he didn't. He could have made her feel what she so desperately desired, but he didn't. Taking what he wanted by force and giving away nothing in return. Truly the way of a Death Eater.
The words of his whispering drawling voice played themselves over and over again in her mind.
Filthy little whore…
And his touch…How he was capable of inflicting so much pain and yet he could have given her such unearthly pleasure.
She looked at him, still trying to catch her breath. He slicked his silvery blond hair, as he so often did and straightened himself. Looks of pure hatred shot her way as he watched her with such incredible disdain.
Why is he looking at me like that? It's not like I wanted this! He forced himself on me! He raped me for God's sake!
Rape.
The word stuck in her mind. She had been violated and forced into something she didn't want. Forced to the point of being completely helpless, her pride was completely gone. She had lost her virginity to an arrogant, self-centered, evil bigot. A man with twisted morals and no compassion…
But wait… What about what he had whispered. Hadn't he said he was sorry?
Sorry for himself not you. He didn't want to do this remember? Look at the way he's looking at you. He finds you repulsive.
Like a filthy little whore…
She lay flat on her back, not having the strength to lift herself. All she could feel was the throbbing after shock between her legs and her quickly beating heart. Her eyes wandered across the ceiling. She kept her vision directly above her, not chancing a glance at Lucius or the other Death Eaters, and certainly not at Voldemort.
Then suddenly she felt two pairs of hands on either side of her. The two Death Eaters dragged her weakened body and through her at the feet of Voldemort. Her head hit the floor face down with a loud thud and sent yet another wave of pain through her skull. But she did not lift herself. At least now her exposed upper body was covered and she was going to keep it that way if it could be helped.
"Well now, I wonder if that will loosen her tongue…"said Voldemort mockingly.
The two Death Eaters laughed. Lucius, however, remained completely silent.
"You had seemed to be under the impression that you were invincible to us. Such blinded arrogance from something as pathetically insignificant as you is the worst kind of insolence."
Voldemort was now circling her. His long black robes almost seemed like smoke as they waved in the gloom of his wake. Aurelia refused to look up at his face. His voice alone instilled such incredible fear without having to gaze upon that inhuman, snakelike face.
Uncontrollable shivers, caused by the sweat that glistened on her body and the cold musty air that filled the room, consumed her body. Then she felt the familiar touch of his bony spider-like hand, as it grabbed her by her long raven hair and pulling her up to face him. Her eyes immediately adverted to staring at her feet. She just wouldn't let herself look at him. She wasn't even thinking about covering herself anymore, just avoided having to look into his eyes.
His other bony hand now took a strong hold of her chin. Long, discolored fingernails, dug into her skin as his grip tightened. Faint hissing laughter came from his lips as he amused himself in her suffering.
Aurelia's eyes then wandered to Lucius in a desperate attempt to avoid Voldemort. He stood watching, with his arms crossed, still looking as arrogant and heartless as ever. But she knew he wasn't. His honor had been flushed away with her own when he carried out what his master had ordered. She knew that he had not been in good standings with Voldemort previously, but now he had been shamed in front of two of his fellow Death Eaters.
And all because of me…
Lucius then caught sight of Aurelia's gaze. Her chest heaved up and down as panic filled her weakened body. There was no doubt that there was true fear in her eyes. Fear that he had never seen in her before. Until now she had been so strong, always fighting. That fiery spark and long since left her dark, mysterious eyes. He wondered what secrets lay behind them.
As he watched her, he seemed as though he were trying to figure something out, like he was unsure of himself about something. In her panic, a faint gasp escaped her lips, as Voldemort's grip around her tightened.
Lucius' brief moment of reflection quickly ceased. He was ice once more.
"Look at me."Whispered Voldemort in his hissing tone.
A jolt of force rushed across her face, forcing her eyes to look upon the face of Lord Voldemort. She was now shaking uncontrollably as she looked into his strangely human but yet so inhuman like eyes.
"Are you invincible now, Aurelia?" he whispered.
She couldn't find her voice to utter a reply. The absolute truth was that she wasn't invincible, she never had been. She was utterly and completely powerless.
It took all her strength just to faintly whisper one word.
"No…"
A cruel smile came across Voldemort's face, if it could even be called a smile. It was an awful sight to witness.
"Yes. I thought as much…" he said, his grip loosening.
Then, suddenly he threw her broken body back down to the cold hard floor.
His voice grew louder as he spurted out orders to his Death Eaters.
"Get her up!"
The two Death Eaters scrambled over and lifted her off the ground. In a desperate attempt to keep at least some modesty in tact, she crossed her arms in front of her exposed chest.
Voldemort laughed.
"It seems, despite everything you are still shy. Very charming my dear but that will change soon. I'll make sure of that…"
Aurelia shuddered at his words.
Voldemort motioned for one of the Death Eaters, who face was still hidden, to retrieve a dirty sheet that covered some of the furniture that had been pushed against the wall. Aurelia took it hastily and wrapped it around her. It smelled of dirt and must, as though it hadn't been washed in ages but she was thankful for it.
"I realize that it's not Persian silk…" He now ran his pale fingers on the thin fabric of her white dress. She could feel his fingernails through the material, rubbing against her bare skin.
"…but it is no more than a creature like you deserves…"
He pulled his hand away and turned to sit in his armchair. Although the room was quite dark, Aurelia could make out the outline of a massive snake as it crawled up unto the back of his chair, then slowly down his shoulders.
Voldemort began hissing to the snake as though speaking to it. The snake coiled itself around him and he stoked it caressingly. Aurelia was horrified. She had hated snakes. The way they crawled, the way they hissed…
With a quick flip of his hand, he motioned for the two Death Eaters to take her away.
"Take her out of my sight…."
Her body felt as though it was about to break apart as they dragged her out towards the door. She wondered why they didn't just use their wands to have her levitate or something. It surely would have been easier for them.
Isn't it obvious? They want to prolong your agony…
The door swung open and she was pushed out into the hall. Despite the darkness of the room, she could see Lucius still inside, his silvery blond hair, shining in the faint candlelight.
Lucius dared to watch as they dragged her out the door. He could tell that she was in agonizing pain, much of which he himself had caused. They didn't even have the decency to use their wands to move her.
After all these years would you really expect them to do otherwise? Besides she means nothing to you. Why should you care?...
Lucius' pale eyes flickered in the candle light and almost seemed to melt in their iciness. Aurelia couldn't help but notice this, so she reared her head slightly in his direction.
I'm sorry…he had once said.
Did it really mean anything?
The taller of the two Death Eaters grabbed hold of her hair and began to drag her down the hall. Now with a little more light she saw some of the features of his face…Light brown hair, groomed mustache, early-thirties, rather plain looking. She didn't recognize him from any wanted posters.
Maybe he's not a murderous lunatic…yet. I'm sure you can't be a Death Eater for long without having murdered someone…
Finally they stopped in front of one of the various doorways that were aligned in the hallway. Aurelia gave up trying to figure out where exactly she was. The possibilities were endless and the slight chance that the Order would rescue her was growing slimmer and slimmer by the day.
They'll never find me here. I'm sure I'm not even a priority…
The door creaked open and Aurelia was dragged inside. This room was different from the one she had come accustomed to over the past few weeks.
Has it been weeks? It must be…it's certainly more than a few days.
It was a little larger than her previous quarters or prison cell, rather. Certainly not as large as the room they had kept Tonks in…
Tonks! I had completely forgotten about her…What could they have done to her? How could I have forgotten her?
Well you've been a bit preoccupied as of late…
Memories flashed through her head.
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?...
Filthy little whore…
I'm sorry…
None of it seemed real. It was more like a strange and awful dream. A dream that seemed endless… This new life of uncertainty was a now a complete reality.
Her eyes refocused and she took in her new surroundings. There was a small single bed in the corner and a table and single chair with a large candle that had wax dripping down the sides. Out of the corner of her eye she realized there was a small pile of fabric…a fresh change of clothes.
Finally…
She wanted to get that dress off her as soon as she could. It was an awful reminder of what she had recently been subjected to.
The tall Death Eater let go of his grip on her and plopped her down towards the bed. She barely missed it and hit the hard, wooden floor instead. Yet more pain shot up through her body as she tried to pull herself up unto the edge of the bed.
Her vision began to go slightly blurry, as she had massive headache. The room began to slowly spin.
The Death Eater didn't speak as he waved his wand and a small plate of food appeared. Bread, cheese, and a small goblet of what seemed to be water. Nothing particularly appetizing…
But it's better than nothing.
She practically dived towards the plate of food and began to devour it. They had only been giving her two goblets of water a day and only a plate of food every other day.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the other Death Eater, whose face she couldn't make out, come into the room. It was a silhouette of a man, but his face was still hidden for the lack of light in the room. Slowly his face came into the light.
Aurelia's eyes widened and the plate of food dropped clean out of her hands.
"Stupid halfblood…" said the tall Death Eater as he bent down to pick up the plate.
Her head was spinning but she lifted herself up from the bed. She staggered as she tried to walk over to the Death Eater, who had slipped away back into the shadows.
She knew that face. How could she ever forget it? The long scraggily hair, his dark, almost black colored eyes that always seemed to be filled with mischief…
The room was spinning faster now and she could barely see past the end of her nose. But she knew that face...
She stumbled forward trying to get a better look at him, but then tripped over her own feet and fell to the floor. She heard footsteps circling her. Her vision grew hazier and the dark room grew darker as complete blackness consumed her.
A faint whisper lingered in the air as she spoke the name she had almost come to forget…
Sirius…
"I just don't trust him! That's all! He used to be a Death Eater, Alastor, and he plays the part all to well for my taste. How are we supposed to be sure whose side he's really on?"
Sirius paced back and forth down the narrow and long dining room of Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
Mad-Eye Moody's eye set its gaze upon Sirius as he replied
"Dumbledore trusts him…"
"Yes I know but…there's just something I don't like about him. Something I can't quite put my finger on." Sirius said impatiently.
"Yes, I realize that Sirius and I understand, but there's nothing we can do. We have to trust him. And if Dumbledore thinks he's good enough to be trusted then we should not question it."
Sirius mumbled a reply. He did not like this situation at all, not one bit. He just couldn't understand why Dumbledore would ever trust a man like Severus Snape. Not for the life of him…
And why does he have to be here for Christmas of all times!?
"So is there any other ex- Death Eaters who I'm going to have to butt heads with?"
Moody laughed.
"No it doesn't appear so. There's Bill Weasley, Arthur and Molly's eldest boy, your cousin Nymphadora, Phillip Croswell, and a few others I can't remember..."
Sirius wasn't really paying attention as Moody spoke the names of some of the Order's new recruits. He was rather distant, still infuriated by the fact that Snape had been admitted into the Order.
The two men quickly turned there heads at the sound of a huge crash that came from the living room. Sirius trudged out of the room.
"Kreacher! I swear if you…"
He stopped short at the doorway of the living room taking in the sight before him.
Two young women sat huddled on the floor laughing uncontrollably. One had hair the color of pink bubble gum. She turned her eyes, gleaming with joy.
"Sirius!"
Tonks jumped up, still uneasy on her feet, and ran over to Sirius.
"What on Earth have you been doing?" he said laughing as he embraced his favorite cousin.
"Well we were just apparating and well you know me and my clumsiness…" said Tonks, as she pointed to the end table and lamp that had been knocked over.
"I sort of knocked it down and then crashed into Aurelia and well here we are…"
"I see…" said Sirius smiling, as he surveyed the damage. Then he caught sight of the other witch, who still sat on the floor, her long dark hair in state of disarray.
He walked over to her and offered his hand. She took it and raised herself up from the floor, not being able to stop herself from blushing in embarrassment.
"You have yet to introduce us, Tonks…" he said.
"Oh right...Aurelia, this is my cousin Sirius Black and Sirius this is my greatest friend from the Academy, Aurelia Palmer."
They shook hands; Aurelia couldn't help but suppress a deep blush, as it crept across her cheeks. She could never hide her embarrassment. It somehow, always made its presence known.
"Has anyone else gotten here yet, Sirius?"asked Tonks.
"Yeah, Harry, his friend Hermione Granger arrived yesterday with the Weasleys. Mad-Eye is here of course with Remus. And then there's Snape…"
His lip curled as he spoke the last name.
"Snape is here?"said Tonks rather surprised.
"Yes he's part of the Order now…"
Sirius looked rather annoyed at the whole subject of Snape so Tonks didn't push it any further.
"Well, I can certainly tell Molly is in the kitchen…My God this place smells heavenly. I best go say hello."
Tonks headed for the door. She turned around quickly, almost forgetting her mess and took out her wand.
"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it…" said Sirius warmly.
Tonks headed out the door.
"Um…sorry about the mess. It wasn't all her fault I was rather clumsy myself actually."
Sirius smiled knowingly as he waved his wand and cleared up the mess.
His face lit up at the sight of her. She was an attractive woman but there was something so very different about her…Maybe it was the way she would blush. She looked so helplessly childish when she did and yet so helplessly beautiful…
"There's no need to be sorry…"
A small smile crossed her face. To anyone it would have seemed simple, expected. No one would have ever given it a second thought. But to them one look was worth more then a thousand words…
Aurelia's eyes peeled open. She was alone now with only her memories of Sirius. For some time they had been fading away as her grim reality set in. But now everything was different…
Had that really been him or was I just imagining it? I couldn't have been. I mean I haven't lost it yet. Have I? But maybe… maybe he's here to save you, to take you away from this place. To take you away from Him…
It seemed too good to be true. She had after all, only seen him for a moment. How could she be really sure? But that face, the eyes, she could never in a lifetime, ever forget them.
That was not all she could ever forget. It seemed the more recent memories were beginning to overwhelm all that she had ever known. Taking over her and controlling her.
But there is still hope…Maybe he does have compassion. Didn't you see it in his eyes?
No! No! No! Not him….