A/N: Looooooooong chapter coming at you. Well, long for this story. All warnings apply, including the cannibalism one that I forgot for chapter 13 XD

This chapter is so far out there, I'm having trouble believing I wrote this.

Also, Character Death of a non-cannon death. I felt the need that fleur should die. Not quite sure what brought this on, just happened.

This is not edited. It was written in one go. It's all made up on the fly. It's very rushed. I'm sorry.


I walk into the maze. I can feel his gaze on me. We've been given entrances farthest away from each other, but I know he'll find me. I have to find the cup before he can come too close.

They've locked me up. They've given my therapy. We've unlocked all of my memories and everything pointed to that fact that I let Cedric abuse me. Is it wrong that I still love him? That I want him to touch me with his sinful hands and lull me into his most safe embrace? I stop and lean against a rather safe looking brick wall. I am in luck, it isn't enchanted.

I begin to see his hands and lips and mouth and cock in my mind and I find myself reaching into my trousers to fist my erection. This is weird, something in the back of my mind tells me, I was afraid of doing this just yesterday. Wasn't I scarred and skittish just last night? I remember crying myself to sleep because I became aroused at the thought that he would be able to find me and touch me today. I should be frightened. I have been for the past few months. I barely let Hermione touch me, why in the world am I touching myself?

"Because I cast a lust spell on you, beautiful." His voice is like liquid sex and I cum into my suddenly still hand. My mind clears. I'm instantly terrified.

"G-Get away from me, you beast!" He smirks at my weak voice and frightened stutter "I'll kill you for what you did to me! You ruined me! You're horrid!" I am screaming at him. He continues to smirk. He takes a step towards me. I put away my wand. Why did I do that?

"Run." His voice is deep, threatening.

I comply.

I've never ran as fast in my life. I am barreling down the maze, turning corners at random and throwing random curses behind me. I run past and through all sorts of obstacles. I jump a fire pit and use arrows to my advantage. I turn another corner, still running with a cramp in my side, so see Fleur ahead of my. I panic when I hear the hedge closing behind me.

"Oh Harry!" His voice haunts me. "I can't see you! Fiendfyre!" I pick up speed and watch as Fleur's face is lighted up by the raging fire behind me. In my panic I push her out of my way and take a sharp right. Her endless, bodiless screams float behind me. I imagine her beautiful body twisting and charring in the bright blazing light. In my mind's eye I can see her eyes bulge and her arms blacken, while she tries to scratch at the fire consuming her body. Her hair shrivels and her flesh beneath the char melts and emits a rancid stench. Fleur Delacour is dead.

As I sprint once more, in hopes to out run the man who wants me for nothing more than sex and blood, I send spark into the air so that someone, anyone, can find her body. I pray that the fiendfyre hasn't ruined her completely. Gabrielle is only eight or so, the poor girl has already seen too much.

Five more minutes of running and I'm completely out of breath. I notice movement ahead of me and hope to god that it's Viktor. Suddenly, vines snap at me from both sides and hold me hostage. They don't do anything they just hold me. They don't play tug or war nor do they try and take my wand. I'm just suspended. I hear footsteps approaching from behind. I scream.

Two figures rush me at once. Viktor slides beneath my suspended form and slashes at Cedric with something. I crane my neck to try and see the raging, loud, masculine fight behind me, but I can't see anything except vine and my own black hair. Something solid hits my back and I'm used as a human catapult to force him back into the opponent. Is Viktor fighting for me? He and I had talked a bit for the past few months, and we have grown close, but no close enough to warrant a death match.

Tears gather in my eyes as I see Viktor's limp muscular body thrown above my head and land with a horrible thud on the ground before me. The Devil himself comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist and licks my neck. He ties Viktor in a sitting up position, looking at me. He'll wake up, I just know it. I can't stand the thought of that. Cedric transfigures my pants into a very short black skirt. I will be humiliated for life if Viktor sees what's about to happen. Tears flow freely down my face. All I feel is pain.

I continue to stare at Viktor and try not to think about what's happening to me. I ignore the flow of a liquid between my legs and ignore the fact that Cedric is nuzzling my neck and face, trying to kiss me. I ignore my rush of tears and stare at the lifeless body of my new friend. My body begins to shake with my sobs and I can no longer pretend that my body doesn't burn with pain. Endless, endless pain.

It seems like hours, and I truly have no way to know how long it's been, when Cedric releases his vines from me and cradles me in his strong arms. I curl into him - what else do I have? - and he begins to walk. I refuse to acknowledge that Viktor has been awake for some time, watching me cry and scream in fear. It must kill him to feel so useless.

Useless. I am useless. I am a trophy wife in bloody knickers and muddy clothes. I am a pretty worthless whore with no talent. I am unwanted. I am used. I am abused. I am a failure. I am supposed to be the savior. I am supposed to be strong and great, yet I am short, slim and used ruthlessly by people who don't deserve me. I've been raped. I've been tortured. Apparently, according to Cho, I was eaten. (It is at this point, that I also fail to realize that there is a chunk of flesh missing from my neck where Cedric has eaten me). I feel his warmth and struggle to organize any thoughts. I'm left def, dumb and blind to the world as he travels with me (often stopping to indulge in carnal, one-sided pleasures) to the cup.

"We are here, beautiful."

"Don't call me that, scum bag." Yet I curl into his arms. Fucking pathetic, potter. Waste of space. Useless. Failure. Repulsive. Whore.

"Touch it with my, love. Or you will regret it."

"What can you do to me?"

"This." His wand is out before I see anything and my entire body is on fire with an intense, completely wrong pleasure. My cock is at attention and I feel like begging for something anything. He gives me a dick in my ass and a warm hand on my sensitive area. I am keening and thrusting into him. I plead to be let go. I ask God for forgiveness.

I don't believe in God.

I climax, against my will and collapse against his strong frame. He gazes into my eyes. His obsession with me is painful, and I feel nothing but a numb sort of comfort radiating from the evils of the maze.

I tell myself that once again I am a fucking pathetic useless failure before I am forced to touch the cup.


I drop in front of Dumbledore with Cedric in front of me. I kneel and look at him. Tears have yet to cease from my eyes. The Death Eaters didn't notice my skirt. They didn't notice the blood caked on my thighs, but I did. Nothing really matters anymore, does it?

I am hauled to my feet and shaken. I am asked for answers before being dragged away. I see Gabrielle sobbing hysterically into her mother's blouse. I see Viktor look at me from the side line with endless pity on his face. I see not one soul I can lean on. I see no one who can help. I don't see anyone who could possible understand what I have gone through.

They say, history is written by the victor. Well, I transfigure my skirt into trousers and decide that I will be the victor. Professor Moody can just go stick it. I have things to say, Memories to get off of my chest. I survived. The demon didn't. I am the victor.

But I'm still an utterly useless pathetic failure.


So, thanks to those who could get through my horribly written, very rushed Evil!Cedric fic, for reading and sticking around. Thanks to those who tried. Thanks to Ness for poking me into actually finishing this. Thanks to my muse for not abandoning me when i need you. Thanks to those who reviewed, flame or no [one flame i deserved. I didn't put a proper cannibalism warning]. Thanks to those who just read, support is support, no matter how badly my story sucks.

love you all
~less than three~ BDOD