Post by Corliss Malfoy on Aug 7, 2009 3:15:17 GMT
Silently, a young woman of sixteen walked down an empty street. The soft tap tap tap of her shoes could be softly deciphered on the three inches of snow that laid on the ground. A gust of freezing wind ruffled her golden blond hair that fell slightly past the middle of her neck.
Blue green eyes gazed around the falling snow, a certain hardness to them. A soft giggle, that could not have belonged to the hard girl that happened to be walking down that street, came from somewhere in the flurry, where it could not be known. The girl spun quickly on her heel, so she was facing in the direction she had just come from.
The girlie giggle changed almost instantly when the small girl had changed her course. It brought a worried look to her pretty features when an evil crackle, which replaced the cute giggle that had just a second ago filled the air around her, swarmed around her. She looked around, frightened.
A soft, fluid voice could be heard drifting around in the cold winter air, almost always followed by the evil crackle that was too familiar to her for reasons even she didn't know. "Corliss.... Corliss...." it call, in a tone that was sure to send chills down any sane person's spine. The slight edge to it, took it from sounding nice to making it a harsh demand. The girl did exactly what anyone would do, she shivered a small shiver that had nothing to do with the bone rattling cold she walked in.
Growing even more frightened by the familiar tone the voice took on, she looked around helplessly. She groped in her black trench coat, looking for the wand she needed at that second. To her surprise, it was no where to be found. She gaps when the oddly familiar woman, who to be honest looked crazy, stepped into her view. The terrified girl let out a tiny gasp as sh came to terms with who it was.
"B- B- But, you dead! You can't be B- b- b- Bellatrix! Zane and K- K- K- Kianthra don't have a mother!" she whispered. The woman pushed a thick black lock from her face, which was coated thickly with dark make up. "Ah. My dear Corliss, I've come for you. It is your time. He needs you now." the woman, clad in black whispered. Though it should have not been audible in this weather, the girl, also known as Corliss Malfoy, stared her with wide eyes. "Wh- Who needs me?" she asked, her terror dying slightly. The woman said nothing, but her answer cam quickly after her question had been asked.
Of course, none of this really happened. It was a mere dream that Miss Malfoy was having. The real Corliss was laying on the Slytherin Common Room's long, and very comfy, sofa that sat near the merry fire. She was tossing and turning as the going ons of her dream began to turn horribly wrong. Mutter things that could hardly be considered words. 'No NO NO!' and 'He'll kill me!' and the worst one 'Not that! Please not tha-' But she was always cut off before getting to finish. The dream kept replaying in her mind, her unconscious body not being able to shake it off and wake up.
So, there she was, in the deserted Common Room. Sleeping at the late hour of three o'clock in the morning. No one could possibly see this going on, nor did she want anyone to witness it. So, she slept on in the undisturbed nightmare that she could never shake. Again and again, dying at the hand of her family.
[/size]Blue green eyes gazed around the falling snow, a certain hardness to them. A soft giggle, that could not have belonged to the hard girl that happened to be walking down that street, came from somewhere in the flurry, where it could not be known. The girl spun quickly on her heel, so she was facing in the direction she had just come from.
The girlie giggle changed almost instantly when the small girl had changed her course. It brought a worried look to her pretty features when an evil crackle, which replaced the cute giggle that had just a second ago filled the air around her, swarmed around her. She looked around, frightened.
A soft, fluid voice could be heard drifting around in the cold winter air, almost always followed by the evil crackle that was too familiar to her for reasons even she didn't know. "Corliss.... Corliss...." it call, in a tone that was sure to send chills down any sane person's spine. The slight edge to it, took it from sounding nice to making it a harsh demand. The girl did exactly what anyone would do, she shivered a small shiver that had nothing to do with the bone rattling cold she walked in.
Growing even more frightened by the familiar tone the voice took on, she looked around helplessly. She groped in her black trench coat, looking for the wand she needed at that second. To her surprise, it was no where to be found. She gaps when the oddly familiar woman, who to be honest looked crazy, stepped into her view. The terrified girl let out a tiny gasp as sh came to terms with who it was.
"B- B- But, you dead! You can't be B- b- b- Bellatrix! Zane and K- K- K- Kianthra don't have a mother!" she whispered. The woman pushed a thick black lock from her face, which was coated thickly with dark make up. "Ah. My dear Corliss, I've come for you. It is your time. He needs you now." the woman, clad in black whispered. Though it should have not been audible in this weather, the girl, also known as Corliss Malfoy, stared her with wide eyes. "Wh- Who needs me?" she asked, her terror dying slightly. The woman said nothing, but her answer cam quickly after her question had been asked.
Of course, none of this really happened. It was a mere dream that Miss Malfoy was having. The real Corliss was laying on the Slytherin Common Room's long, and very comfy, sofa that sat near the merry fire. She was tossing and turning as the going ons of her dream began to turn horribly wrong. Mutter things that could hardly be considered words. 'No NO NO!' and 'He'll kill me!' and the worst one 'Not that! Please not tha-' But she was always cut off before getting to finish. The dream kept replaying in her mind, her unconscious body not being able to shake it off and wake up.
So, there she was, in the deserted Common Room. Sleeping at the late hour of three o'clock in the morning. No one could possibly see this going on, nor did she want anyone to witness it. So, she slept on in the undisturbed nightmare that she could never shake. Again and again, dying at the hand of her family.
