Saturday, October 27, 2007
Continue story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 4 - 'IN MY TIME'
CHAPTER 4 (ADELANA)
She was one Death Eater that worked with the Dark Lord but was more of a free agent that drifted into his service and could vanish at any second. She wasn't his, she was her own, she just found it convenient to work with him. She was a seperate Dark Lady if thats what you would call someone like her, if it came down to it, she could probably equal the Dark Lord in battle, but dared not to--not yet anyways. Not until something goes wrong or not her way will she rebel, she was like that, and The Dark Lord knew it, moreover he respected that in her, and let her have some reign as long as it produced the desired outcome she could use whatever tactics and skill and plan she wanted to. She also could command other Death Eaters, she was Second In Command, no one messed with her, well no one that wanted to live anyways, they all knew better. Rumors tell of how she has less mercy and remorse than The Dark Lord himself, and by far more evil.
While The Dark Lord saught only to stomp out Mudbloods and kill them off the earth, She saught for world domination. People laugh at it, like its something out of a story book, but they wouldn't be laughing when it came to life. she didn't care what others thought of her, it didn't matter, all that mattered was what she thought cause that determined whether someone lived or died. People took her very seriously, especially men. She was very beautiful, and she used it to her own ability. With long ice blonde hair and beautiful clear blue eyes, she was instantly the gem among the cheap jewelry. Which mean she got in where ever she wanted to with just a promise of physical pleasure, though she never fulfilled that promise, she usually killed the guys off, they were such sle.azebags anyways. Only a scar on her chin called the beauty to an end, her once perfect face blemished, nothing in this world stayed perfect for long, she knew this of course.
She remembered when she was an innocent perfect little girl, making her mother proud and making her dad feel like the best man in the whole wide world. They used to play with her as a little girl, she remembered this one time when she was little and afraid of Thunder and lightening storms, she would run to her daddies bed and snuggle up with him. He would rap his arm protectively around her stomache and draw her into him, he would kiss her head, and sing to her, they would tell jokes and laugh all night long, her mom would always have to leave the room because it was getting too loud for her to sleep. She would than fall asleep in his arms and the next morning when she woke up he would pick her up and make her fly. While singing "you are my sunshine.....". Her Mother always had given her great advice. Though she wasn't as close to her mother as she was her dad, she still loved her, she did all the motherly thing mothers do with their kids, the feeling just wasn't there and so it wasn't the same.
Than that one night changed her life forever, that lone night that made her the way she is now along with some other bad days and nights. It was dark and she was eight, she was having a fit because she wanted to stay up a little longer to see a movie on T.V. But her favorite parent, dad, was not budging an inch, not even for his little princess, and she stomped to her room and slammed the door shut. She lay on her bed pouting for a while, bitter and resentful at the fact that she wasn't going to be able to see her movie, when she finally fell asleep. When she awoke she thought it was morning but it was still night out, she turned to her clock it read only 3:00 AM.
She couldn't go back to sleep no matter how hard she tried, it wasn't like anything was bothering her, except for the quiet, her house usually was quiet at night, just like any other but tonight it just seemed too quiet. She stepped out of her bedroom door and went for her parents room. She slipped on something that looked like red paint, funny dad never mentioned repainting his room, she had thought but when she pushed open the door, she knew it wasn't paint. Inside hanging from the rafters were her parents, who were brutally mutilated, blood everywheres. She screamed, and as she did something in the shadows moved ever so slightly and quickly. She quickly looked over at him, he froze, a funny look in his eyes, and than disappeared. She knew the man, knew the man to this day, and knew him well. She even Knew where he lived.
For she was on his doorstep this very instant.
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