If you haven't read 'This Ain't no Fairy Tale' probably don't need to read this. It's an explanation about the fic. 'This Ain't no Fairy Tale' is a HP fic that I was using to make an example of a few things. The cliché writing I used in it was to pay out the typical Mary Sue writers that have Hermione with Draco and everybody gets rescued before dinnertime. Thankfully I have a brain and enjoy making people uncomfortable. My idea… why should every one get rescued comforted and helped? What if Draco really was evil? The sarcastic little bit in the middle with Hermione thinking about Draco with his abusive past and all was yours truly paying out how some people explain why Draco is nasty by making his past horrible. Damn you, he's evil get over it! J.K. Rowling stated that Draco and Harry would never be friends. ARGGGGG….
Okay I'm done. Just thought I needed to clear that up!
That said I think I'm still having a sarcastic day…. Which is why I'm asking…..
Why does everything happen at midnight?
Ding
The clock in the ballroom began to chime midnight as Cathryn walked through the main doors. Around her a swell of colour moved around the dance floor. Black, white, red, yellow, pink, blue, green and purple swirled in from of her eyes in a vivid display of dancers. Cathryn started wishing she hadn't put her contacts back in. the swirling of the dancers and their colours was assaulting the retina and scrambling the balancer chip in her contacts. She felt sick.
Ding
"Good Eve Cathryn." John Allerdyce appeared at her side, he took her hand and bent low over it. Kissing it. Cathryn felt sicker, he was acting as if he owned her.
"John, do me a favour?" she wasn't going to be his lap dog. He looked deep into her eyes and she noticed that they gleamed with power and lust, she was aware that John was in love with her, but she didn't want to admit it.
"Anything my heart." He simpered to her, "all you have to do is ask. Say the word and I can have us flown to Paris; we could enjoy croissants for breakfast. If not Paris then how about Prague? Or Italy?" She shook her head.
"John I don't want to go anywhere." He nodded, tilting his head slightly to the side, as if he were trying to read her mind and figure out what he could do to make her his again.
"Of course. Perhaps you would like to be gifted with something exquisite? Gold, jewels? A rare ornament?" he was grasping at straws, he knew that Cathryn hated him. But he had vowed to have her that night, and whether she was willing or not, he was going to have her.
Ding
John led Cathryn out onto the dance floor and nodded at James. A slow D'Vorak string quartet played. It was mournful and greatly influenced Cathryn's mood. John spun her around the dance floor, leading her, putting her on show to the other members of Hellfire. He desperately wanted them to believe that he owned her. That she belonged to him. As he danced with her he drank in her scent. Allowing the memories to flow over him. Them laughing, camping, playing in the Times Square fountain, the first time he had seen her. He thought she loved him, he was wrong. The minute she could find the right reason to do it, she had left him. Thrown him outside and left him to the coldness of the world and his broken heart. Sebastian had told him she had done it to many men. He called her a whore, John had agreed.
Ding
"Ouch" Cathryn shook her wrist out.
"What?" John snapped out of his thoughts, he'd been thinking about how she had hurt him, and how much fun he was going to have with her.
"Your grip kills. Really John if your going to hurt me I'm not going to dance with you." She sounded serious and a bitter thought crossed his mind.
"You bitch, you would do that wouldn't you?" his eyes went dark and stormy, Cathryn took a step back from him.
"What do you mean by that John?" She was highly offended. John grinned like a cat among the pigeons when he realised he'd hit a nerve.
"You heard me you little bitch. You're not going to get out of it this time. You are MY date. Mine, and I am in charge of you tonight by Sebastian's orders." Her face paled at this and he knew he was winning.
"So start behaving you little whore. Tonight you and I are going to dance, laugh and then I'm taking you to your bedroom and helping you remember what we used to have." John finished with a flourish of his mask, he felt on top of the world. He had won.
Ding
As John ranted Cathryn tried to listen to everything he said. Sebastian had sold her out. She understood why he had held the ball at her club, and why he had allowed John so much freedom around her. She was appalled at the treatment that her uncle expected her to endure. John stood before her, waving his mask around in triumph. For the first time Cathryn took notice of his costume, style based; it was 17th century. The frilly white shirt and white knee length socks certainly screamed 'ye olde tymes.' His mask was fashioned like the devil, with flames wrapping around the base of the stick the mask was attached to. Cathryn focused on his over jacket, and smiled. This caught John by surprise,
"what are you smiling at bitch?" Cathryn tapped on the emblem emblazoned on the white overcoat in black thread. The emblem was fashioned after the knight on a chessboard; it proclaimed that in the inner circle John was one of two white knights. He took a tentative step back from her as she tapped on his emblem.
"Yeah so what? I'm a white knight? You think its funny? I'll show you funny you bitch!" John grabbed Cathryn wrist and wrenched her into a semi chokehold.
Ding
As he did this, the musicians played a rough tango chord. Making it look as if the fight they were having in the middle of the floor was intentional. Cathryn struggled against John as he began running his hands over her body, she caught sight of her uncles face. He was frowning at them, he nodded to her motioning if what John was doing was okay and she shook her head slightly. Sebastian strolled over to where they stood on the floor and leaned down to whisper in Cathryn's ear.
"Deal with it you little whore." John grinned and saluted Sebastian, pulling Cathryn towards the door. Her mind was whirling, it was all set up. This is what Sebastian had wanted to happen all along. He expected John to drag her off to her bedroom and do unspeakably cruel things to her.
"How cliché."
Ding
John stopped dragging her through the foyer and spun her around, gripping her by the shoulders and shaking her.
"What did you say?" his eyes were glowing with anticipation; he wanted to get her into her room, out of her dress and onto the bed.
"I said, how cliché." She stood her ground; if she let him know how scared she was he was going to win. She was not about to let her fear get the better of her.
"Explain." John raised his hand; trust the cornered animal to revert to violence. Instead of flinching away from his threat she continued to glare at him defiantly.
"You, the bad guy, dragging me, the helpless damsel off to the bedroom to have your nasty way with me while the evil king sits in the throne room and lets it happen. Come on John this situation has cliché written all over it." John smirked at her.
"If you're the helpless damsel who is the hansom prince? The one that's going to burst through the doors and rescue you from me?" John motioned towards the doors that lead down to the club. They stayed innocently still. John grinned at Chal dragged her into her office towards her bedroom.
Ding (This is the eighth ding! Isn't this clock cliché?)
John kicked open the double doors that lead to Cathryn's bedroom and threw her inside. She hit the ground with a thump and giggled as her skirts bloomed out around her. This annoyed John, he grabbed her by the neck and slapped her across the cheek, cutting her lip open. The blood seemed to appease him and he let her go. John shut the doors and locked them sending an evil smirk over his shoulder. He had won, she was all his to play with and nobody was going to stop him taking what was rightfully his. Sebastian promised his that. Cathryn stood up and faced John and he bowed to her.
"Is the room acceptable for the whore with the high tastes?" she crossed her arms over her chest, this little move pushed her breasts up in the corset and emphasised them greatly.
"It's my room isn't it? Question is John do you like that window over there?" he frowned at her and looked at the window.
"It's a nice window, why do you ask? Stalling for time are you? Now who's being cliché?" Cathryn shook her head.
"I'm not being cliché." He snorted in disbelief.
"Drop to your knees and beg me to make it fun for you, or your not going to live through the night." She shook her head, "why not? Doesn't the damsel want to live?" he moved over to her and gripped both of her arms roughly, shaking her hard. Cathryn smiled at him,
"what makes you think I'm the damsel in distress?" John's eyes widened, she wasn't scared of him, and Sebastian had promised him she'd be trembling.
Ding
"Now I could pull rank on you. Seeing that you're a knight and I'm an acolyte," John dropped to his knees, the word acolyte scared him, it scared all Hellfire members.
"When? How? What?" he was a gibbering mess; Acolytes were the ones that kept the Hellfire club in line, Sebastian had assured him that she wouldn't pull; rank, had told John she hated the power she was expected to wield. She shook her head,
"You idiot John, if you'd left me alone I wouldn't have to do this, I don't want to do this. Sebastian wants me to do this. Stop being his pawn and start thinking for yourself." John nodded drinking in her every word.
"John Allerdyce, I order you to throw yourself out of that window. The fall won't kill you, but maybe it will jar your brain enough to start it working again." She turned her back on him, unlocked the door of her bedroom and walked into her office.
Ding
The musical tinkling of shattering glass mixed with the sound of James and his musicians still entertaining the guests. She sat in her chair behind her desk, put her head in her arms and sobbed. She hated what was expected of her. She hated herself, she wanted to follow John out of the window and she hated that she didn't have the courage to do it. The sound of someone walking into the room made her to look up. Her uncle strode in as if he owned the place. E looked around, presumably for john and then caught sight of the broken window in her bedroom.
"You threw him out?" Cathryn wiped away the last of her tears,
"I ordered him to throw himself out. Are you happy now?" Sebastian nodded pleasantly,
"yes, I'm happy, thank you for asking. I'm happy to see that you came to your senses. Your mother didn't spend all that time abusing you for her own pleasure. She did it so that one day you could keep the Hellfire club in line. You did a wonderful job tonight an I'm more than proud of you." He reached out and brushed some stray hairs out of her face. She pulled away from him "now look Cathryn, we can't live our lives as if everything we do is a genuine pleasure. I know you hate the Hellfire club and that the only reason you do what I ask you too is because I will kill you if you betray me. But being an acolyte, you have power over so many, look at what you did to Allerdyce. Now I know there's enough of your mother in you to know that you enjoyed telling Allerdyce that regardless of what he does to you, he's still a bug under your heal. Use it to your advantage." Her uncle looked at her tenderly, his eyes almost completely full of affection, he bent and kissed her cheek and then left her office.
Ding
Remy, Rogue and Pierre burst into Cathryn's office expecting the worst. Once inside the glanced around looking for the danger, there wasn't any. Cathryn had her head on her desk. Remy moved swiftly to her side and took her pulse. Pierre looked on, the fear of losing his heart dancing across his eyes. Remy looked up gravely and Pierre swallowed hard,
"we're too late aren't we. She's dead." Remy's face broke into a grin and he shook his head,
"she asleep Pierre."
"WHAT?" Pierre's shout of surprise woke Cathryn and she looked at the people in her office through blurry eyes.
"Yeah, what? As in what is going on?"
"Oh sorry Cheri, we thought you had been killed by the Hellfire club." Cathryn laughed.
"Oh Pierre, don't be silly. Really, my uncle has a party here for the soul purpose of what? Getting me killed?" the three other occupants of the room nodded.
"Please that is so cliché."
Ding
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to the reviewers:
DemonRogue13: i love your story, and im quite a fan of believeable slash, your kind of implied slash is believable and i can't wait until you get to the non implied slash! i"m adding you!
ShanigimiPhoenix: wheeee another chapter posted! i hope you like this as much as you liked the last one! five gold starts adn half a page is a mind blowing amount for a chapter i didnt really like. i might mention that im not to fond of this one either! its too ummmm cliche! lol !