Yes here it is, the beginning of part two for Forever Loved. This is the intro, so it is short and there will most likely be lengthy period between this chapter and the next, considering this is only the intro and not so much a chapter. I would also really appreciate feedback on new FC's for characters (if you don't know what that means, it is pretty much faces for the characters) and they are posted on my profile so I want feedback for those. Thank you Silent and Notable readers alike
Forever Loved Part two
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.- Khalil Gibran
"She is my other half. The one to show me love and caress me at thy darkest hour. My sweet beautiful rose is what gives me strength to rise in the morning. Alas, winter has taken my rose, and I am left with only frost and a hollowed out heart heavy in my chest. I know the pain I feel shouldn't be there, and the heart I do not possess seems to only be breaking. I need my rose back in my life. I need my love standing by my side, even If I know it is wrong. I need her warm flesh against my cold skin. I need my life back, I need my world back, I need my love back. I want her back." Tom snapped the book shut after reading the passage. He cocked an eyebrow at the ticking clock in the corner of his apartment, and stood straightening his tie and placing the book on his bedside table.
To sum things up, Tom had been traveling throughout Europe, seeking followers in the south and gaining many, awaiting further news from him. Now, Tom is getting ready for work in Borgin and Burkes, and that is where we shall begin…
Tom arrived on time as always. Only one of the owners, Burke, was there with his daughter Karen. Every time Tom had entered the store since working there, Karen would find some way to get her father out of the store. Today her excuse was, "We're out of milk, and I refuse to go down and get it from the dairy farm." Her father, as usual, didn't protest and grabbed his coat going into the icy town and setting off for the milk.
"Hello Tom." She said with a smile, watching him sweep over the count, "It's your birthday, is it not?"
"It is, Karen." Tom smiled back at her, causing her to melt a bit in her seat.
"Who are you going to be spending it with?" Karen leaned forward, and batted her blonde eyelashes at him, "A girlfriend?" Tom laughed and looked up at her, leaning against his broom.
"Why so curious Karen?"
She pouted her lip a bit and began with "Because I want to know." Tom laughed and moved closer towards her.
"Just you Karen. I'll be spending my lonely birthday with you." Tom said leaning towards her. His charming tricks had, worked and Karen and talked him up so much to her father, Tom was trusted to run the shop alone, when bother owners were away. Karen, a young witch who was in her last year of Hogwarts, doted on Tom and would gaze at him whenever he worked. What really sent Karen over the edge, and into the sea of obsession with Riddle, was when he kissed her on her birthday over a month ago. She had dreamed about it every night since.
Pushing further into conversation with Tom, she bent her eyebrows into a crease of pity and whispered, "What about family?"
"I'm an orphan Karen. I don't have family." Riddle held back a smirk, knowing Karen was one to pity and sympathize for those less fortunate than her. She was still a bitter brat in his eyes, and he never liked her much. She was very independent and didn't have a very good thought system. The bell of the door opening gave a small ding-ding and neither of them looked up to see who it was. A smaller giggle and a scolding "Don't touch anything." Made even Tom jump at the sound. His stomach jolted and he even felt a speck nauseas from the new feeling cradling in his stomach. He turned on his heel, and before even laying eyes on the creature he heard, he spoke. "Marcy Nott."
It was her turn to have her blood turn to ice, and feel the butterflies on steroids zoom through her stomach. The muscles on the back of her skull tensed and her palms began to seethe. She refused to open her eyes, hoping her ears had deceived her and she didn't her the silky voice of her juvenile torture, but again he spoke her name, and again she had to face reality. She was standing in front of Tom Riddle.
"Hello Tom." She managed before feeling the churning of her stomach kick in. That was all she could release before the small children she was with grabbed both of her previously free hands.
"Aunty you look a mess." The smallest said. Marcy quickly re-entered the physical world and took note of the children she was with.
"Go outside, and stand with your uncle. I'll be out shortly. Don't remain up for me." Without a thought she pushed them out the door, and placed a hand over her forehead, staring into Toms stormy eyes, she had resentfully missed. "How did you know it was me?"
"You Irish brogue is unforgettable, la mia rosa."
"When did you take interest in Italian?" she tried to make light of the position she was in, but even Karen, the brainless blonde, could see Marcy wanted to bolt out the door the first opportunity she got. Suddenly a realization sunk into her brain and she squinted a bit, "Happy birthday."
Karen cleared her throat loudly and raised both eyebrows at Tom. He refused to break his gaze at Marcy, but answered Karen's silent question "Karen, this is Marcy. She is the one person I want so much to spend my birthday with." Marcy blushed and backed towards the door, "Marcy, you will not leave." It had been months since she had heard his rough tone that he had used with her so many times at Hogwarts, but not even for a second did she question the authority he still held over her, "I take a break in about two hours. I'll see you at Capulus Café." Silently he dismissed Marcy and she walked out into the cold air of December. Tears pricked the back of her eyes as she realized all the pain she had kept bottled would soon be forced out of her by the man who created the pain. Her only option now was to obey what he asked of her, and escape without mental scarring.
Tom finished his job as quickly as possible and when Mr. Burke arrived back at the store, only to find Karen sulking in the corner, and Tom waiting patiently at the counter for customers. "Tom, you still here? Off with you son! It's your birthday. Find a pretty girl be reckless while you're young." Tom jumped off of the stool, ripping away his apron and bolting out the door, devoid of a word. He practically flew to the café and grabbed a two person table. He ordered two coffees (one caramel with vanilla extract for Marcy, and one black for himself) He didn't have to wait long for her to show up and when he did, a smile larger than any anyone could imagine appeared on his face. She removed her coat, enlightening a navy dress, black tights and black flats.
"You look so beautiful." He mused, processing what, or who rather, was sitting in front of him. He pushed the coffee over to her and sipped his own, "Are you going to talk, or just stare at me with that strange look on your face."
"Why are you here?" she asked stonily. It wasn't so much of a question rather than a statement. When he didn't answer immediately she repeated, "Why are you here?"
"I needed a job. I had to begin somewhere and Borgin and Burkes seemed best. Dippet denied me a teaching position, so I found a job right here and an apartment." He scoffed and looked into his coffee, "What are you doing here?" Marcys slightly gaping jaw closed, and she clenched her teeth together while speaking.
"My nieces and nephews are back from their first years of Hogwarts and they asked me to take them around. I didn't know you would be here though."
"I get the impression you absolutely loath seeing me." Tom assured sarcastically. He regained a polite composure and reached across the table to rest his hand over hers, "You cannot comprehend the amount of unhappiness have been without you constantly by my side. I miss waking up next to you. I miss the smell of your hair, and your annoying voice." He noticed the gears turning in her skull for a moment as she thought. Tom could easily bring his borders down and act as this weak figment for her, but when it came down to it, she was the one breaking up on the inside.
Marcy physically felt like a thousand hot tacks were sticking her in the chest. Her breathing was heavy and her train of thought was completely of the rails. Her mind began to travel in different directions.
'Am I being dramatic?' to 'did I turn the burner off when I left the house?'
"You shouldn't be saying things like that. It's inappropriate."
"Since what millennium have you thought it inappropriate of me to dote on you?" But he began to drift off towards the ending words when he grabbed her hand, and stared at her fingers. His face froze and turned to stone. His eyes lost every form of life they once held. He didn't look angry, nor hurt, nor upset. He didn't have an emotion on his face which was strange, because he usually used his facial movements to communicate more than verbally speaking. "What is that?" He emphasized each word through gritted teeth. He was barely audible.
"You have no right to be upset. I moved on." She carefully protested.
"I, what? I have no right?" His voice didn't raise, but it was crystal clear he was upset, "Need I remind you, that I stood with you since you were fifteen? I cared for you and protected you." He nodded his head a slightly. "I claimed you as mine long ago Marcy. You were mine." His voice dropped to a whisper and, it couldn't be, a shake in Lord Voldemorts voice? Impossible. "You are mine." She tried to regain her hand, but it was no use. He stared at the ring on her finger like it was some sort of venomous insect that was threatening his life. "Who?"
"It's irrelevant, because it's happening and there is nothing you can do to prevent it-"
"Who?" He repeated, with a fiery tone
"You're just going to-" she began, but flinched when an even harsher "Who?" was demanded.
"Malfoy! Brutus fucking Malfoy, are you satisfied?" Marcy ripped her hand away from him. Tom laughed. "Why the hell are you laughing?"
"You hate him," He stated nonchalantly, "this isn't even going to be challenging."
"You aren't seriously considering competing with Brutus? I already live with him-"
"You live with him?" The stone face reappeared on Tom.
"He's my fiancé. Of course I live with him."
"I'm so sorry this happened to you." Tom mordantly sympathized, in the cruelest tone he wrangled out of himself. "But I must know: Me or him?"
"Gregory." She sounded without thought. Tom didn't even look hurt by her words.
"Me ore Brutus Malfoy?" The time Tom waited for a response was painful. She could see her far away look as she thought about the question he presented her with. And as she thought, he did as well.
'Soon she'll be with me again, and soon she will not be with Brutus Malfoy.'
"You." she whispered finally, and it felt like a weight had been lifted from both their shoulders.
"I once read in a book, that a young girl gave me, 'If you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it is yours forever. If it doesn't it was never meant to be'" He stopped only to focus on her emerald eyes, and make sure she was completely concentrated on his words "You came back."
Again, tears pricked at the backs of her eyes, and she made effort to keep from exposing them. She had two choices: Fall, once again, for Riddles mischievousness or Leave an adult orphan, alone on his birthday abandoned in a coffee shop. Choice A seemed ridiculous but also the most non- self loathing option she could participate in, "I gave you that book."
"You did indeed." He seemed so matured. Maybe he wasn't the bitter and angry teen she had known when she was younger. Maybe he really had changed. Then again, he seemed still arrogant and cocky, just better at hiding it when he was around her.
"You're going to hurt me in this lifetime Tom." He didn't fully understand what she meant, nor did he really care. Marcy Nott, the one person he had ever cared for he had lost, when he left her on platform 9 ¾ he was not planning on that happening again, and his new formed plan was simple. Simple compared to others anyway.
"Marcy, you may leave now, for I have gotten all the information I need." He stood and offered her his hand, "We'll see each other sooner rather than later."
"When?"
"Soon my love, very soon." He turned to walk out the door and she called after him.
"Promise me something?" She pleaded a bit as she chewed at her chapped bottom lip, "Just be completely honest me this one time."
Tom deliberated her circumstances before promising her anything, "Alright, what is it?"
"If you are to come find me, and if you are to ever separate me from those I love will you give me a chance to say goodbye?"
"I will do my best." He nodded, resuming his step, when she panicked once more.
"One more thing!" He turned and slowly breathed impatiently through his nose looking back at her with blank, steely eyes, "Do you really love me?"
This caught Tom off guard. He could say no, and make her upset with him, he could say yes and make himself look week or he could put her under his charming spell and mover her closer to himself. He decided choice number three, "Understand this Marcy, I love you more than I have ever loved something or someone. You also frustrate me more than anyone and worry me more than anyone, but it is you and only you. I am aware that you may not feel the same, and it will take some time, but what helps me keep breathing in the morning, is knowing that someone is finally waking up in the morning and thinking about me. I couldn't function without you living and breathing and that is the absolute truth. Do I love you?" He took her face in his hands and kissed her swiftly, "More than any man will love something." And he apparated out of the coffee shop leaving a very confused, very emotional and very alone Marcy Nott.
Remember to go look at the updated Character Faces on my profile! I want to know what you guys think about them, and if you picture the character differently. I also didn't do Tom because he isn't my character