Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 28, 2004 23:04:44 GMT -5
"What's a pretty thing like you doing out on your own?"
You froze at the voice. It had a tone so cold and evil, yet it was drawled in a very familiar way. You tensed.
"I'm going for a walk," you replied tersely, but with as much courtesy as you possibly could.
"Correction: you were going for a walk."
Suddenly a gloved hand roughly grabbed your arm and whirled you around. In front—or behind—you was a tall figure completely hidden in the depths of a black cloak. He had no face, for the hood cast his features directly into shadow. You shivered.
A Death Eater.
Instantly, you jerked back and tried to get out of his grasp. The man just laughed at our meager attempt to escape. Even you had to admit it was pathetic. If only you hadn't ran out.
"Hold on tight, love, I'm going to introduce you to the Dark Lord," the Death Eater hissed in your ear.
As you opened your mouth to scream, the man Apparated away with a loud pop.
Suddenly you appeared in what could only be a very old house. Or the basement of a castle anyway. Wherever you were, it was cold and dark. It also smells, you thought sardonically.
"Do not keep us all waiting, show us what you have there," said a voice so cold a polar bear would freeze in its tracks.
Almost instantly the room was bathed in light as several torches were set alight all at once. You winced a little at the sudden dilation of your pupils. Laughs of ridicule surrounded you. The other Death Eaters were laughing at you.
"I found her all alone, my lord," the man holding you said. "She said she was going for a walk.
whirling around, you saw what had to be the most grotesque man you'd ever seen, if you could call him that. His face greatly resembled that of a snake, his eyes even had the slits, though the rest was glowing a bright red. The Dark Lord looked just like your parents described him. He's more like an it, though, you thought.
You didn't hear him mutter a spell, nor, apparently, did the others as they continued to stare in your direction.
"What is your name girl? Who are your parents?" the figure hissed suddenly, just when you thought he was mute.
"I am Vivian Fawne Lestrange, daughter of Rabastan and Fuscienne Lestrange," you announced with all the appearance of fearlessness.
A gasp erupted around you in the circle you didn't remember surrounding you, and you figured it was because they recognized your parents. A shiver of apprehension shot up your spine, but you still didn't feel afraid.
Suddenly a figure stepped forward and through back their hood to reveal a woman you had seen only once. She was you Aunt Bellatrix.
"You shamed your father!" she shrieked at you.
"Bellatrix," the Dark Lord hissed in a cold warning.
You saw fear flicker in her insane eyes, but it disappeared. "No, my lord. She shamed her family and betrayed the Purpose! She is dating Harry Potter!"
A silence fell on the group, but little did you know that they hadn't heard her either. you felt a cold feeling of dread settle in the pit of your stomach. They were going to try to use you against Harry! You couldn't let that happen, no matter how much he had hurt you earlier. You would gladly die for him...and probably would before the night was over.
The red eyes bore into you, and you knew that if, but some miracle, you lived past that night, your dreams would be haunted by the glowing orbs. You shuddered uncontrollably at the thought.
"I strongly doubt my rival would stay with her if he knew all of my Death eaters slept with her. Does anyone disagree?"
Of course, no one did, because they still couldn't hear. You still weren't afraid, however, just heartbroken and ashamed. Even though your parents had had no moral, you did. You had told yourself that you would save your body for the man you married, and here you were about to have more than a dozen other men steal your innocence from you—repeatedly. You hung your head in grim defeat.
Bellatrix started laughing as she stepped back into the circle. The Dark Lord's mutated face twisted into a cold smirk as he removed the spell. You didn't notice, but had to fight to keep from gagging.
"Now, who shall I give the privilege of stealing her innocence away to?" he said, rather than asked.
A collective chuckle went around. Suddenly it hit you that one of the Death Eaters, although a spy, was your Potions professor. You gagged visibly, but managed not to actually throw up. The caused a few louder laughs.
"You!" he hissed suddenly.
Out of the circle stepped a figure slightly shorter than the rest. Probably younger, you thought numbly. He walked towards you and you realized that everyone was going to watch you get raped. You tensed as a few tears of resignation crept down your cheeks.
As the robed man reached you, a sudden darkness clouded your vision so you could no longer see. They had blinded you! You didn't have time to think if only Bellatrix had heard you say your name. If not, couldn't they see you and know you knew all of their identities?
"Who is she?" someone asked, answering your question. The shadows, you realized.
Before you could actually respond, a mouth crashed against yours. At first you fought against him, thinking he was Snape.
"Go along with me, please!" he whispered as he kissed our neck. "I don't want to hurt you. The others will...save your fighting energy for later."
The voice sounded oddly familiar. It was also young, around your age at least. Suddenly he did something to your ear and you couldn’t control the response you emitted in the form of a groan. Taking it as you accepting, he recaptured your mouth with his and you two proceeded into a heated snog session more passionate than any you’d had with Harry.
I’m doing this to get it over with. I’m saving energy. I am not enjoying this, you thought frantically, trying desperately to convince yourself of why you were responding so eagerly.
You felt your mystery lover pull away and gently push you onto your back. He straddled your hips and started to strip you of your clothes. As you felt his hardness rest between your legs, you started to sob uncontrollably.
“No,” you begged him. “No, please no…”
Laughs erupted around you and you didn’t need your eyes to know that he was probably smirking at you.
“No,” you whispered, sounding pathetic to yourself. “No!” you repeated in a scream.
“Silencio!” someone shouted.
Instantly you were muted. Your rapist positioned himself against you, and your bare skin stung at his touch as if he was burning you alive.
“This is going to hurt,” he said loudly, mocking you. You screamed again, but made no sound.
The others laughed.
“I’m sorry, little fawne,” he whispered.
You didn’t feel him enter, only a sharp pain as it shot up your spine. You sobbed, breathing heavily.
“No!” you screamed silently. “No! Please stop!”<br>
But it didn’t stop…for several hours.
Suddenly you jerked awake, sobbing heavily. You looked wildly about until you realized you were safe in the room given to you by Harry and Sirius.
Your door opened and the latter ran in, his wand in front of him as if he was trying to fend off some attacker. You might’ve laughed if you hadn’t suddenly remembered your dream. Turning away from the door and Sirius, you continued sobbing.
“Viv?” he asked, coming over to you. “Are you alright?”<br>
“Yes! Go away!” you practically screamed through your tears. A wave of nausea hit you, and you barely managed to keep from puking.
“Uh huh,” he said sarcastically, “that’s why you’re crying.”<br>
You didn’t reply, being too busy trying not to throw up. It was getting annoying, these moments of almost overwhelming nausea you had been getting for the past five days.
“Do you really hate me that much?” he asked suddenly.
You felt his weight on the edge of the bed and rolled over to face him. Through your blurred vision, you could just make out a pained look on his face. You frowned.
“What?” you asked, instantly regretting opening your mouth as another wave of nausea hit you. You swallowed hard to keep the previous night’s dinner down.
“Do you really hate me so much that you prefer lying to me than telling me what’s wrong?” he asked again, searching your eyes.
You were going to reply, you really were, but you felt the emptying of your stomach coming. You jumped out of the bed and made a frantic dash for the nearest room with a toilet. You didn’t even hear Sirius following you.
Kneeling down before the porcelain bowl, you proceeded to empty your upset stomach of dinner, lunch, and breakfast—in that order. When finally done heaving, you noticed that Sirius was kneeling next to you, holding our black hair out of your face, and rubbing your back gently.
Groaning softly, you gently placed your sweaty, yet clammy, forehead on the cool rim.
“I’m so tired of this,” you thought aloud.
“This isn’t the first time?” Sirius asked his voice full of concern.
You barely heard him as your realized your breasts were aching from the jolting sprint you had made. Why would they hurt? My period was… you trailed off. You couldn’t remember when your last one was.
Then you remembered. You had been finished with it just before…the Night. But that was a month ago! You had to have had it again since then! Your eyes filled with tears again and you started to cry.
“Viv? What’s wrong?!” he asked in panic.
“I c-can’t t-tell y-y-you!” you sobbed.
You froze at the voice. It had a tone so cold and evil, yet it was drawled in a very familiar way. You tensed.
"I'm going for a walk," you replied tersely, but with as much courtesy as you possibly could.
"Correction: you were going for a walk."
Suddenly a gloved hand roughly grabbed your arm and whirled you around. In front—or behind—you was a tall figure completely hidden in the depths of a black cloak. He had no face, for the hood cast his features directly into shadow. You shivered.
A Death Eater.
Instantly, you jerked back and tried to get out of his grasp. The man just laughed at our meager attempt to escape. Even you had to admit it was pathetic. If only you hadn't ran out.
"Hold on tight, love, I'm going to introduce you to the Dark Lord," the Death Eater hissed in your ear.
As you opened your mouth to scream, the man Apparated away with a loud pop.
Suddenly you appeared in what could only be a very old house. Or the basement of a castle anyway. Wherever you were, it was cold and dark. It also smells, you thought sardonically.
"Do not keep us all waiting, show us what you have there," said a voice so cold a polar bear would freeze in its tracks.
Almost instantly the room was bathed in light as several torches were set alight all at once. You winced a little at the sudden dilation of your pupils. Laughs of ridicule surrounded you. The other Death Eaters were laughing at you.
"I found her all alone, my lord," the man holding you said. "She said she was going for a walk.
whirling around, you saw what had to be the most grotesque man you'd ever seen, if you could call him that. His face greatly resembled that of a snake, his eyes even had the slits, though the rest was glowing a bright red. The Dark Lord looked just like your parents described him. He's more like an it, though, you thought.
You didn't hear him mutter a spell, nor, apparently, did the others as they continued to stare in your direction.
"What is your name girl? Who are your parents?" the figure hissed suddenly, just when you thought he was mute.
"I am Vivian Fawne Lestrange, daughter of Rabastan and Fuscienne Lestrange," you announced with all the appearance of fearlessness.
A gasp erupted around you in the circle you didn't remember surrounding you, and you figured it was because they recognized your parents. A shiver of apprehension shot up your spine, but you still didn't feel afraid.
Suddenly a figure stepped forward and through back their hood to reveal a woman you had seen only once. She was you Aunt Bellatrix.
"You shamed your father!" she shrieked at you.
"Bellatrix," the Dark Lord hissed in a cold warning.
You saw fear flicker in her insane eyes, but it disappeared. "No, my lord. She shamed her family and betrayed the Purpose! She is dating Harry Potter!"
A silence fell on the group, but little did you know that they hadn't heard her either. you felt a cold feeling of dread settle in the pit of your stomach. They were going to try to use you against Harry! You couldn't let that happen, no matter how much he had hurt you earlier. You would gladly die for him...and probably would before the night was over.
The red eyes bore into you, and you knew that if, but some miracle, you lived past that night, your dreams would be haunted by the glowing orbs. You shuddered uncontrollably at the thought.
"I strongly doubt my rival would stay with her if he knew all of my Death eaters slept with her. Does anyone disagree?"
Of course, no one did, because they still couldn't hear. You still weren't afraid, however, just heartbroken and ashamed. Even though your parents had had no moral, you did. You had told yourself that you would save your body for the man you married, and here you were about to have more than a dozen other men steal your innocence from you—repeatedly. You hung your head in grim defeat.
Bellatrix started laughing as she stepped back into the circle. The Dark Lord's mutated face twisted into a cold smirk as he removed the spell. You didn't notice, but had to fight to keep from gagging.
"Now, who shall I give the privilege of stealing her innocence away to?" he said, rather than asked.
A collective chuckle went around. Suddenly it hit you that one of the Death Eaters, although a spy, was your Potions professor. You gagged visibly, but managed not to actually throw up. The caused a few louder laughs.
"You!" he hissed suddenly.
Out of the circle stepped a figure slightly shorter than the rest. Probably younger, you thought numbly. He walked towards you and you realized that everyone was going to watch you get raped. You tensed as a few tears of resignation crept down your cheeks.
As the robed man reached you, a sudden darkness clouded your vision so you could no longer see. They had blinded you! You didn't have time to think if only Bellatrix had heard you say your name. If not, couldn't they see you and know you knew all of their identities?
"Who is she?" someone asked, answering your question. The shadows, you realized.
Before you could actually respond, a mouth crashed against yours. At first you fought against him, thinking he was Snape.
"Go along with me, please!" he whispered as he kissed our neck. "I don't want to hurt you. The others will...save your fighting energy for later."
The voice sounded oddly familiar. It was also young, around your age at least. Suddenly he did something to your ear and you couldn’t control the response you emitted in the form of a groan. Taking it as you accepting, he recaptured your mouth with his and you two proceeded into a heated snog session more passionate than any you’d had with Harry.
I’m doing this to get it over with. I’m saving energy. I am not enjoying this, you thought frantically, trying desperately to convince yourself of why you were responding so eagerly.
You felt your mystery lover pull away and gently push you onto your back. He straddled your hips and started to strip you of your clothes. As you felt his hardness rest between your legs, you started to sob uncontrollably.
“No,” you begged him. “No, please no…”
Laughs erupted around you and you didn’t need your eyes to know that he was probably smirking at you.
“No,” you whispered, sounding pathetic to yourself. “No!” you repeated in a scream.
“Silencio!” someone shouted.
Instantly you were muted. Your rapist positioned himself against you, and your bare skin stung at his touch as if he was burning you alive.
“This is going to hurt,” he said loudly, mocking you. You screamed again, but made no sound.
The others laughed.
“I’m sorry, little fawne,” he whispered.
You didn’t feel him enter, only a sharp pain as it shot up your spine. You sobbed, breathing heavily.
“No!” you screamed silently. “No! Please stop!”<br>
But it didn’t stop…for several hours.
-X-
Suddenly you jerked awake, sobbing heavily. You looked wildly about until you realized you were safe in the room given to you by Harry and Sirius.
Your door opened and the latter ran in, his wand in front of him as if he was trying to fend off some attacker. You might’ve laughed if you hadn’t suddenly remembered your dream. Turning away from the door and Sirius, you continued sobbing.
“Viv?” he asked, coming over to you. “Are you alright?”<br>
“Yes! Go away!” you practically screamed through your tears. A wave of nausea hit you, and you barely managed to keep from puking.
“Uh huh,” he said sarcastically, “that’s why you’re crying.”<br>
You didn’t reply, being too busy trying not to throw up. It was getting annoying, these moments of almost overwhelming nausea you had been getting for the past five days.
“Do you really hate me that much?” he asked suddenly.
You felt his weight on the edge of the bed and rolled over to face him. Through your blurred vision, you could just make out a pained look on his face. You frowned.
“What?” you asked, instantly regretting opening your mouth as another wave of nausea hit you. You swallowed hard to keep the previous night’s dinner down.
“Do you really hate me so much that you prefer lying to me than telling me what’s wrong?” he asked again, searching your eyes.
You were going to reply, you really were, but you felt the emptying of your stomach coming. You jumped out of the bed and made a frantic dash for the nearest room with a toilet. You didn’t even hear Sirius following you.
Kneeling down before the porcelain bowl, you proceeded to empty your upset stomach of dinner, lunch, and breakfast—in that order. When finally done heaving, you noticed that Sirius was kneeling next to you, holding our black hair out of your face, and rubbing your back gently.
Groaning softly, you gently placed your sweaty, yet clammy, forehead on the cool rim.
“I’m so tired of this,” you thought aloud.
“This isn’t the first time?” Sirius asked his voice full of concern.
You barely heard him as your realized your breasts were aching from the jolting sprint you had made. Why would they hurt? My period was… you trailed off. You couldn’t remember when your last one was.
Then you remembered. You had been finished with it just before…the Night. But that was a month ago! You had to have had it again since then! Your eyes filled with tears again and you started to cry.
“Viv? What’s wrong?!” he asked in panic.
“I c-can’t t-tell y-y-you!” you sobbed.
