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"There's just something about all that blood, I drown in it."
- Tate Langdon
"So it seems Evans it quite taken with you," Lilith said offhandedly while writing on her piece of parchment, working on their Charms homework.
Charms really was the most annoying class. Of course, most the girls loved it, being as it taught you how to be the perfect housewife and witch. Aurelia had more interests than simply learning how to run her own household, cleaning, and maintaining the perfect hairstyle and makeup. Obviously she kept those thoughts to herself, she was already on thin ice with her family regarding the house elf she kept Illythia from beating. The little bitch had to write their mother about it, and in turn Aurelia found herself being lectured about her potentially embarrassing behavior.
The situation regarding Evans wasn't helping either. Illythia already made it perfectly clear that Evans belonged to her. His unwanted attention was creating more problems between herself and her sister. Illythia had never taking to losing well.
"He simply likes getting under my skin is all, don't make it out to be something it is not," Aurelia replied tersely while flipping through her charms book.
Suddenly Lilith started to laugh. Really loudly. Causing glares from others in the library.
"Would you quiet down before you get us thrown out!" Aurelia snapped.
"Oh please, Evans has taken an interest in you, and no amount of denying it will make it go away," Lilith replied in a quieter tone. "Honestly, I don't see what the big deal is anyways. In all our years here, not once have you ever been interested in anyone nor has a boy paid you any real attention, so I say let him" Lilith continued.
It was true, her statement about boys never being interested. It's not as if she cared all that much. Most the boys in school were all immature and only wanted a vapid, trophy girlfriend.
"The same could be said about you," Aurelia replied smoothly to which Lilith smiled coyly.
"Which is why I don't bother with them at all," she said with a gleam in her eye. "My interest lie," she paused looking at Aurelia intently, "elsewhere," she finished with a smirk.
Aurelia merely rolled her eyes.
"You might be on to something, perhaps I should jump on that wagon as well. I mean men really are practically worthless," Aurelia replied with a grin.
Suddenly two hands covered her eyes, causing her to jump.
"Worthless you say," his voice was low and right in her ear. Tom.
Aurelia could feel her heart beat faster, he always had this way of making her feel breathless and yet excited all the time.
"I happen to take offense to that Sister," he continued whispering in her ear causing her breathing to hitch slightly.
His breath was warm on her skin, and she had to restrain herself from shivering. The way he could make her go weak was infuriating as it was exciting. But it was always a power play with Tom, and strangely today, she was in no mood to play.
Grabbing his hand she forcefully pried them away from her eyes.
"Just pointing out the obvious Brother," she replied watching him laugh lowly while sitting down beside her, Abraxes Malfoy joining them as well.
"We were just talking about Evans' interest in Aurelia," Lilith interjected.
"Oh yes Evans," Tom stated as he leaned back lazily in his chair. "He is something else," he continued looking at Malfoy.
"His avid display of annoyance for our House is quite irksome actually," Malfoy replied to which Tom laughed some.
"Yes, it is quite interesting." Tom replied smoothly.
"Even more so of his affection towards you," Lilith interjected. Aurelia nearly snorted aloud.
"Yes, he is quite fond of me," Tom replied. "Though everybody loves me," he finished haughtily.
"It is strange though," Aurelia stated after a moment. "I mean, you never spoke a word to him and he immediately acted with hostitility from first eye contact." She finished.
Tom just shrugged in response.
"He'll come around," he said matter-of-factly. "Anyhow, Malfoy and I have to be off," he continued standing up before turning back towards Aurelia.
"You're always running off," Aurelia replied. "Just where do you and your lapdogs go off to in the middle of the night?" She asked lowly ignoring Malfoy's sneer.
Something shifted in his gaze, but it was so fleeting, she couldn't recognize it.
"Just doing my own stargazing Sister," he replied smoothly. "Oh and Sister, I'd be careful. On my way here I saw Illythia practically mauling Evans in a dark corner before he turned her down, quite scathingly I might add. You know how she gets when she doesn't get her way," he finished before walking off with Malfoy on his heels.
"Perfect, just bloody perfect," she grumbled. "All I want is to just finish this year in peace. I hate fighting with Illythia. She's so tiring." She finished.
"I'd say," Lilith said looking at her with sympathy. "Just steer clear of her for a few days, she bound to cool off and start preying on some other poor boy," she finished.
Suddenly the doors to the library swung open. There Illythia stood, hair out of place, looking quite frazzled and livid as hell glaring straight at her.
"Somehow I doubt that," she responded as her sister marched straight for her.
{{{{{***}}}}}
Slap.
Aurelia's face was on fire, the sting from Illythia's hand burned her skin as the two struggled out by the lake. Illythia had her down on her back with one hand around her throat the other yanking on her hair forcefully.
"Haven't learned by now to never get in my way," Illythia said nastily, smearing dirt across the other's face. "You could never satisfy his needs. You and your saint hands are too pristine." She finished with a laugh before giving the girl's hair one last painful pull and getting off her.
Aurelia wiped her face and rolled over on her knees looking up at her sister and began to laugh.
"He's gotten you all twisted up in knots, hasn't he Sister?" She asked scathingly, enjoying the look of anger on the other girl's face. "It's embarrassing really, the total lack of self control you have." She continued to mock while standing up and stepping up to her. "Do you know why he wants nothing to do with you Illythia?" She asked with a smirk, the other just stared her down. "What good is something when it's all used up and dirty?" She finished before getting another slap to the face.
Suddenly Aurelia began to laugh again stumbling slightly.
"Not my fault you're nothing but a whore Illythia," she stated before walking off.
Anger was replaced by amusement, Illythia had finally been put in her place.
"It's interesting isn't it Aurelia," her sister called out. "You can play with him, but it's only a matter of time before he tires of you. I mean what do you have to offer?" She continued coldly. "You're a disgrace to the Black family, a disgrace to our house, and mess of a witch. You have nothing to offer the world, just a complete waste of space," she finished.
Aurelia stopped in her tracks, her sister's words washing over her. Disgrace. Ever the disappointment aren't you Love? Gritting her teeth she ignored the way something began to unfold in her stomach, the way her head felt a pounding, her blood burning, and a strange sense of calmness despite the situation. The new feelings came so suddenly, it gave her whiplash.
So she simply kept on walking. She needed to find Tom.
Stalking back towards the castle, she ignored the strange looks of her classmates in passing. The unsettled feeling in her gut. The nerve of the bitch, her sister crossed a line. Reaching the dungeons, she found Tom with his arm thrown around Petra Nott, the girl whispering in his ear quite seductively. The site only made her blood boil more.
"Tom," she said tersely only for him to ignore her by whispering back in Nott's ear gaining a giggle from her lips. "Tom," she said again forcefully finally getting his attention.
He eyed her up and down with a quirked eyebrow.
"My my, what a mess you are," He stated with amusement in his eyes. "What on earth did you get yourself into?"
"Our psychotic sister is what happened," she sneered only to have him laugh.
"Well, I did warn you did I not?" He asked while Nott smirked at her.
"Honestly Aurelia, you need a bath, it's not appropriate for you to be prancing about with dirt on your face and your hair looking as if a bird's nest resides there," she said haughtily.
"When I ask for your opinion you'll know, otherwise shut up Nott," she replied coldly gaining a sneer from the other.
"We need to talk," she continued turning back towards Tom.
"I happen to busy at the moment Sister," he replied smoothly. "And besides, I have no interest in meddling in the affairs of women, especially that of yours and Illythia's," he finished, dismissing her by turning his attention back to Nott.
Other's in the room snickered in response and Aurelia felt her face get hot. Humiliation swept through her and anger filled her once again. The door to the common room opened and Evans stepped through. He eyed her appearance for a moment before walking up to her.
"What happened," he asked softly.
The way he looked at her only made her more enraged. He was the whole reason she got in this mess to begin with.
"In case it's escaped your notice, I want absolutely nothing to do with you," she stated harshly, not missing the way his face grimaced slightly. "I don't want to speak to you, I don't want to see you, I want nothing to do with you." she continued as he stumbled back some. "So leave me the fuck alone," she finished aggressively shoving past him walking towards the girls bathroom.
"Aurelia!" He called out after her.
Suddenly a hand grabbed her forearm from behind and jerked her around.
Hadrian Evans stood before her, an intensity in his eyes.
"What did I do that has offended you so?" He asked quietly but forcefully.
His gaze was so direct, it nearly sent chills down her spine. It was this look, like he could see straight through her that unsettled her so.
His hand caressed her face, wiping some of the dirt off, and his touch was like fire. It was overwhelming. HE was overwhelming. Pushing him back, she took a step back.
"Do not ever touch me again," she spat before walking off leaving him alone in the halls.
{{{{***}}}}
Soaking in the hot bath, she felt herself begin to calm again. The heat soothed the tension in her shoulders as she washed the dirt from her long, black hair. Leaning back some, she closed her eyes. It had been a while since she was completely alone, she welcomed the solitude. It helped her think. This situation with Illythia had to be dealt with. The longer it went one the worse it would get.
She wasn't sure why Evans was so enamored with her. Illythia's words washed over her again. Disappointment. A waste. A mess. Worthless.
Worthless.
Worthless.
And all the tension that had nearly gone came back and with it a rage she could no longer ignore. It was the kind of rage that set your teeth on edge, the kind that was all consuming no matter how much you tried to get rid of it. It started in her toes and crept its way up her spine till all she could see was rage.
Worthless.
Her hands began to shake and heart began to pound. It was like this tick in her mind, in her body, an ache for something she couldn't quite decipher, a deep longing, something she hadn't felt since she was a young child the first time her father gave her the belt.
Suddenly a house elf appeared with towels in its hand.
"Dippy Miss, is there anything else Dippy can get for you?" The little house elf squeaked.
Aurelia just eyed the pathetic creature.
"You're affection for the disgusting species is quite revolting my young daughter. If anyone where to have seen such behavior, you would disgraced our family name."
Ah, ever the loving mother aren't you. She thought to herself.
"It seems that my behavior of late is unacceptable. Always disappointing my family it seems," She spoke to the creature.
"Why is that do you think?" She asked with an edge.
The little elf remained quiet and shifted her stance, keep her gaze to the floor.
"Oh that's right," Aurelia began with amusement in her tone. A strange sense of giddiness crawled it's way up her spine.
The way the creature looked at her with fear was quite amusing indeed.
"How could you possibly know the answer to that," she continued standing from her bath, grabbing the towel forcefully from the elf's little hands. "You're an animal, and animals have no real thoughts" she stated wrapping the towel around her body and leaning down to eye level with the elf.
"Are you afraid of me," she asked quietly, bizarre excitement bubbling in her.
"Miss, please,-"
Suddenly Aurelia grabbed the creature and threw it to the floor smashing its head against the cold stone. Over and over again. The little creature crying out until it just stopped.
With each hit she felt more alive.
With each hit she felt her blood come to life.
And a strange laughter filled the room as thick, red substance covered the floor, covered her hands, splashed on the stone tile. Bits of brain splattered all over the floor and herself and the laughing, she realized, was coming from her own mouth.
With each passing moment, the more she slammed that disgusting creature's head to the floor the more ecstasy she felt and after what seemed like an eternity, she let the head go, observing how it caved in. A beautiful, grotesque sight was before her. All that blood, she had the distinct desire to lay in it.
Leaning against the bathtub, she just reveled in the aftermath, the calm that washed over her. The tick subsided and all that was left was pure relief.
Suddenly the realization of what happened dawned on her.
What had she done!
What had she done!
Nausea swept through her and she leaned over and vomited before scrambling back looking at the scene before her in horror.
She had killed that house elf, killed it and enjoyed it!
Soon she began hyperventilating as she looked at herself covered in the cretin's blood.
Suddenly the door banged open, and she swiftly stood jerking her wand out.
Hadrian Evans stood at the door, his eyes wide. He looked at her then the house elf before landing his gaze back to her.
"Aurelia
"Stay back" she bit out pointing her wand at him, holding the towel up.
He raised his hands in the air and cautiously took a step forward.
"PROTEGO" she yelled watching as he dived out of the way, her spell crashing into the stone wall behind him.
He then ran at her and tackled her to the ground, they both falling in the blood as he tried getting her wand away.
His body was heavy on hers and she finally bit his hand.
Hissing in pain he finally knocked her wand away and pinned her hands down, his knee between her thighs.
"You need to calm down," he said while eyeing her darkly.
She noticed that he didn't seem to care they were covered in blood, that she just committed murder.
"Get the bloody fuck off me," she yelled squirming beneath him.
"Do you always have this much of a profane mouth on you," he mocked, holding her down. "Not too lady like," he finished with a smirk.
"So they say," she quipped trying to get free.
His eyes raked over their position and then she felt it. Felt him. Interestingly enough, she wasn't bothered that he was aroused despite the scene around them, in actuality, his arousal only set off her own.
Turning her face from him, she saw the bloodied house elf and went limp.
"I don't know why I did it," she whispered. "I just couldn't stop once I started," she continued. "It was like something took over my body." She finished nearly breaking at last word.
His hand released one of her arms and he grabbed her chin lightly before turning it back to his face.
His eyes were staring into her own, there was something dark there.
"Let me help you," he stated slowly.
"Why would help me," she asked.
He simply stared at her for a moment longer before leaning down closer to her face.
"Because I can," he whispered enticingly.
She shivered at his words, and the way his body made her own body feel. Slowly he released her chin only to drag his hand down her neck, the side of her abdomen, to her thigh pushing the towel up slightly, resting his hand on her bare skin. She couldn't help the slight moan that escaped from her lips.
"You and I, Aurelia, or more alike than you'll ever know," he whispered before getting off her and helping her stand.
Get dressed. I know how we deal with the body. He dropped his book bag on the floor turning away to let her dress. She noticed he pulled out a cloak, but as soon as he draped it over the body, it disappeared, as if nothing was there to begin with. Slowly walking over to him, she threw her wet hair up.
"How did you do that?" She asked.
"Invisibility cloak," he stated. "Once we clean this mess up, I'll get under the cloak with the elf and follow you to the forbidden forest. No one will be able to see me or the elf. Once there we can bury the body." He finished as he took his wand out.
"Siccatatium" he whispered and soon the blood began to evaporate along with the bits of brain. The floor soon was spotless. He quickly got under the cloak with the elf, disappearing.
"Let's go," he whispered.
{{{{***}}}}
"That should do it," he said shoveling the last pile of dirt over the body.
They both collapsed on the ground, covered in mud.
"Buried a body before," Aurelia joked darkly.
"I've buried plenty of the dead," he replied tonelessly.
"I slaughtered that house elf," she replied slowly, "And it didn't seem to bother you in the least," she finished.
He simply eyed her, tossing some loose dirt.
"And your point is what exactly?" He returned.
His response surprised her. And a sense of relief flooded through her.
Maybe we are more alike than I thought.
"It's getting late," he said, interrupting her thoughts. "You should head back," he finished getting up and giving her a hand.
She stood before him and searched his eyes. They were dark, intense and she drawn. She had been drawn to him since the moment she first saw him.
Maybe Lilith was right.
Maybe she should let him be interested.
{{{{***}}}}
Harry stared after the girl walking away from him towards the castle. He wanted her. Plain and simple.
"She will be your undoing," a deep voice behind him stated.
He turned, seeing a Centaur behind him.
"It will all be fine," he replied smoothly.
"I can see your past, present and future Potter, and the girl will be your undoing. If you are wise, you will let her go," the Centaur finished.
Harry stood there, looking out at the castle. Determination gripped him, he had lost too much to let her go.
"Never."