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10. Rose Blood “What the hell did you do to him, Lucius!” I scream. Every fiber of my being has been violated with Lucius Malfoy’s tainted touch upon my mate. My vision seems to cloud with red and the overwhelming need to shed blood boils through my system. I can’t fight it down this time, Lucius’s blood will be spilled this night. Perhaps if Lucius cannot give me an answer I like, to my questions about Draco, heads will not only roll, that may be all they ever find of the bastard. Lucius stands there, staring at the fire, a triumphant mask placed upon his disgusting face. “Answer me, Lucius, now.” My voice found a soft deadly calm, in a way it had never before attained; I am on the killing edge this night. Not since…not since I hurt Draco have I felt this way. It’s intoxicating. He turns, a smug smirk twisted on his lips, he raises a glass of wine in mock salute. Lucius watches me, calculating his words, evaluating the possible effect they may have on me, “I do not know, Mr. Potter, how you concocted such a plan as this, or how you captured my son in your schemes but it’s over now.” He laughs as if he with friends, a good natured, wholesome laugh. It’s purity lies within its falsity. “but there is one thing I do know and that is, that you’re no veela. You act slightly like one and even have the scent but I’m not a fool, Potter, your parents were clean of the taint of the veela.” I watch him, stepping forward in measured paces, my hands lax and my face smooth of all emotions. I can scent him even stronger now, his scent is strong but his strength weak. His power lies in the fear other have of him, like Draco. I stand before him, a mere foot separating us, a mere foot keeping me from ripping his throat out. “Lucius,” I purr, silently calling a glittering jeweled knife to my hand, one I never knew existed much less that I could call it with but will alone, “I have told you this once before, I know what I am, it matters naught to me whether you choose to believe me. But…Draco is mine.” The knife slid up underneath his chin in a single fluid movement, nicking the flesh and causing the flesh to weep tears of scarlet. His eyes grow wide, watching me with fascination and a touch of fear but relief as well, as if he know something I do not. “Potter, if I didn’t know you I might be frightened but I think, unless my sources have been wrong, that you tend to only attack with intentions to hurt or kill when you yourself are first attacked. You won’t kill me.” He said that last phrase with such certainty, such confidence. My blood boils, I can barely hold onto my sanity or even my humanity but no shred of humanity contained in me includes sparing this scum’s life. A grin suffices my face and I press the blade more roughly against his tearing flesh causing it to bring forth waterfalls of life blood. Lucius gurgles slightly in shock, I can feel the thin layer of flesh that separates him from death at my hand. His breath coming more harshly as the knife chokes his trachea. “Really, Lucius?” I snarl, a horrid grin creeping on my face, “Do you think that now, Lucius?” His eyes stare of a sort of fascinated terror, a slight gurgle escaping his throat as he restrains from swallowing. I lick my lips, “Veela or not, not or veela. I smell like one, I think like one, act like one, even look like one. Draco told me I taste of vanilla, is that what a veela tastes like as well, Lucius?” I futilely attempt to curbed my blood lust, watching the alarm in his eyes, “I am, what I am made to be. Veluiciuos Drucounious, it’s a powerful potion. It infuses the drinker of the potion with the DNA of a veela, surly it sounds familiar considering your debatable knowledge of the dark arts, eh Scemo?” the name left my mouth before I knew what I had said. What it means I know not. At my saying ‘Scemo’ Lucius jerked back violently, as if stung. He clutched his throat, now out of knife’s harm. Staring at me with wide eyes, eyes filled with anger. “You, you dare…” he rasps, his voice breaking, blood spilling from under his hand, “you dare call me weak-minded, like you are ruling male?! I have heard of Veluiciuos Drucounious, no one has ever survived it! I suppose you would, having such a difficult time dieing,” he spat, “and now you presume you are ruling male, boy child!?” A wave of anger began to pulse from him, defiance, anger, power. Pressing my mind to concede to him as the more powerful male. I feel myself as if I am not, my instincts rear and force through his, now the attack is of wills. I shatter his inner mental barrier in a single blow, I hold myself above his very essence, like that of a mental knife to the throat but if I choose to shatter his mind he will be haunted and lost in a world of madness for all of his remaining existence. “I am Cane, I am the ruling male. Concede to me, Scemo, and I will leave your mind intact.” He looks at me, shock and defeat, two emotions that never were meant to share a place on Lucius Malfoy’s face. “Concede.” I demand, piercing his mind with the order. He falls to his knees, robes billowing out from his frame, he spreads his hands to me, acknowledging my superiority. I take my hold in his mind and plant a chain from myself there in his mind. I smile, “Now no matter what you do or say, I will know. I have you Scemo, you are of my pack and you will by loyal to me or I will cause you such pain you can’t imagine, or maybe you can.” I jerk violently on the mental leash and hold it taunt, before me Lucius lays on the ground writhing in some sort of incompressible agony. He clutches his head, ripping his finger nails through the delicate scalp causing streams of blood to run off his head. He acts as if the action can tear the very pain that radiates from his head down throughout the rest of his body. His screams rend his brittle, injured vocal cords and his voice breaks and screams drift to silent air. I release him and reaching down, haul his trembling body up before my face. He holds his hands over his face, fingers stained with his own blood, skin under his fingernails, he shields his face from me. “I can hear any thing you say, I can see anything you see, if I choose, I will know if you betray me and nothing can block me from you. Understand me, Scemo, if you betray me, I will torture your body to its breaking point and immerse your mind in a world of horrors and nightmares. Then we will try again, I will give you only that one warning and then I will kill you, Scemo.” Lucius gasps and shies away from me, “Yes, Cane, Master of the Pack, I obey.” He rasps painfully. “Good.” I smile and drop the cowering shape to the floor, “Never,” I say as I walk away from Lucius, steps away from the door knob, “touch my mate again.” A soft sob comes from behind me as I leave the room and close the door behind me. I have to find Draco. part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve back |