Lost Time

The five minutes Leviathan spent with Mother Gaea took five months in mortal time. As those months went by Merope got the news from Tom, he wasn't the father. Never had she felt so angry with him, how dare he say that he must be lying to me, she thought. After she was done tearing up the letter into little bitty pieces she thought about Leviathan. There had only been two men in her life, one being Tom Riddle and the other her Leviathan. The more she thought about it, the more it became clear to her. Leviathan was a very cunning liar and a charming persuader. He can make you believe in anything you want to hear. As the realization hit her she sat down face buried in her hands crying and screaming at the same time.

The day after the letter from Tom she wrote a letter to Leviathan. She wrote the letter out of revenge hoping it will hurt him but, then she had some doubt that it would. After all this is a deity all about selfish and sadistic pleasures. A week later she was surprised to see a letter from Leviathan but, she was too scornful to read it, leaving it to the side. If she did open it she would have recognized it wasn't her former lover's handwriting but, someone else but, at the moment she only hid it away not wanting to look at it.

A month or two past and she was dangerously low on money. Her family didn't leave money for her because they were always poor even though they are descendants of Slytherin. The only things she had were the cloths on her back and the things in her brief case. Finding a job was hard for her, no matter how decent she looked or how determined to learn for the job no one will hire her. Without a hope for a job it came down to selling things in order to survive.

The first to go was her wedding ring, she didn't feel any guilt pawning it off. The money the ring gave her lasted a week. The next thing to pawn off was her dresses and a pearl necklace. It was a tough choice to make, some of those dresses looked nice on her but, at least it lasted her a little longer but not enough. The last thing to sell was something precious to her, a locket from her mother. This heirloom was the hardest thing to sell, it was a symbol of what she could remember of her mother. "If only you were alive," she whispered as the teller gave her 30 pounds.

Three months into her pregnancy finding a job became a hopeless dream. This was a time when woman have little options of having a job or at least a decent job. For a woman the option was either to: get married, work in a factory or workhouse (which the conditions were poor) or lastly and most lowly of occupation: prostitution. Merope got option number three in the beginning of the summer.

The first night was one of the worst. When the first customer was done with her she was bleeding rather badly making her insides rise in panic at the thought of miscarriage but, something told her the baby was alright. After that she learned to dull herself once they were finished with her. Once the men were gone she would lay there on the bed wishing that she would die but, it never came true.

The whole summer was like this for her until one fateful night in August when she saw Leviathan again. It was like any other night for Merope. She would stand out on the corner waiting to make money in her sleep. A gentleman in a black suit pays her for her company. She before she let him inside she had a brief glimpse of a man with long black hair. He looked familiar but, she didn't want to keep her 'guest' waiting.

Once inside the stranger didn't waste time on undressing her. The way he kissed her body was like an amateur. Merope had to hold back a laugh, this was how most of the men were with her, so clumsy and inexperienced. She was fully undressed at this point. Her hands were on the edge of the bed making a submissive pose to the stranger. Merope closed her eyes knowing full well what was going to happen next. She bit her lip to stifle her sob as she heard the man unzip his pants and dropped them to the floor. The man touched her skin for only a second but the most unexpected thing happened when the man suddenly began screaming in shear pain. Merope got up from her submission and witnessed the horror before her.

The strangers skin was peeling off his body like an onion. The skin soon followed by muscle, nerves, organs, then ultimately bone and marrow. Merope sat down on the bed not wanting to believe by what she saw. "Oh Mimi, you should be use to this by now," said a familiar voice. Merope looked into the dark corner of the room were Leviathan appeared. By the look of his face he didn't look too happy.