TW. this is the only time i'm gonna put one i just what to let you guys know that this story is disturbing so therefore read at ur own risk.
remember mattheo is not a good guy in this book.
1.11.17
MATTHEO POV: the malfoy manor, dark grey clouds looming over the ruinous sky
i sat in all black in my fathers old seat, death eaters filling the seats, i sat there looking at all of them
i already have so much power but to gain more power i need to kill Geneva and the other potter
i had mixed emotions, i don't know what i'm feeling. i brushed those feelings and emotions off and focused on the main thing. which was having control and have complete dominance over the wizarding world
my mind was stuck on that, and it had to be either way, that's how i was raised
bellatrix interrupted my thoughts
"you have to kill the girl" she placidly said her lips quivering into a smile, her ugly teeth poking through her smile
"it's not the right time"
everybody looked upset, some rolled there eyes, made dirty looks at me, acting childish and completely pathetic
i stood up quickly, my chair pushed back making an awful noise
my lips pressed together before my harsh voice echoed through the large hollow room
"if any of you have a problem with my decisions, i'll gladly fucking kill you with my bare hands" i hissed at all of them.
still keeping my composure
i saw one of the death eaters give me a cold dirty look, i tilted my head to the side a bit, staring back at him
a hot feeling running through my veins, burning, waiting to explode, my lips pressed together tightly
snapping my cold icy fingers filled with rage, i pushed my chair to the side, my mind working him. controlling him.
he said nothing, the fear was visible just by looking into his eyes, salty tears soaking his cheeks
his shoulder length black hair sticking to the sides of his neck, it looked like he hadn't bathed in days
i walked out of the large room and into another. this room was semi large but it was enough for me, this room is where i torture and kill people for living. well i have to do it either way.
this room remains locked, me and bellatrix are the only ones allowed to be in this room. besides of course our victims
he followed behind me. no control over his own body. as i was controlling him.
i threw him to the ground.
he groaned as a reaction. his hands clenching his stomach, his face twisting, his teeth gritting together
3RD PERSON POV:
bellatrix sat at the other end of the table. Mattheo's wife sat with all the other death eaters. like she wasn't important to him.
which was true. he could care less about her.
she was laughing hysterically. throwing her head back, her palms resting firmly on the oak wood table
the room was a very dark, the chandelier and fire lighting up the large room.
everyone kept silent and still as a statute. besides her. her loud laughter filled the large hollow room.
she stood up quickly her chair pushing back far
"if you don't obey his orders or rules you get tortured and killed" she continued to laugh
walking around the large skinny rectangle table slowly, her laughing quieted down it turned into a large smile, her finger twirling a strand of her long grey curly hair with single strands of black scattered through
"or" her ugly ruthful voice echoed through the room, like finger nails on chalkboard
"if you even piss him off. you die" she started to hysterically once again
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MATTHEO POV: i pulled a pocket knife out of my black pants, the knife i carved my initials on her ass
now this knife would be used to kill someone. like it had done before.
tilting my head to the side flexing my jawline, rolling my tongue inside my cheek
he was groaning. laying on his back. to scared to move or get up to fight for his life. his eyes sealed shut. ready for his punishment
standing right in front of his weak figure, sweating fear off his body, this made me feel good more than anything
holding the knifes handle tightly.
my fingertips turning a pale white
biting the inner side of my lip. i wanted to so badly end his life.
i squatted down next to him, he opened his eyes. staring at me. his body shaking with fear. his eyes were red from tears pouring out of them, he kept them steadied on me.
my eyes only gave off emotionless. no mercy for the weak or strong. i don't care who you are.
his breathing was motionless.
now this was the time to murder him.
i like playing with my weak victims.
i smirked
my smirk only growing wider
"you know what. i'm gonna let you go"
"r- really" his voice shaky. his eyes relieved. he straddled himself on his elbows. trying to catch his breath.
like a predator. i made my move in my preys weakest moments.
i took my pocket knife and lodged the knife's blade in his eye.
his other eye widened, he gasped shock taking over. he started to scream for mercy
"p- p- please let me go. i- i- i'll do anything" his voice trembling. his stuttering. made me chuckle. i loved how they reacted. blood filling his injured eye.
"hold on" i chuckled. my grin reaching my eyes.
i quickly got up and went to the bookshelf across the room. looking through a small black box with rich gold on the sides.
a polaroid was placed in the box. over a stack of polaroid photos, scattered all over the tiny box.
past victims photos.
i took the polaroid into my hands and walked back over to him.
he still laid there like a weak person. i crouched beside him.
"smile for the picture" i said joyfully.
he did as i pleased. his lips struggling to form into a fake smile. his last photo before death.
i took the picture, it came out of the polaroid. i stood up and laid it down on top of the fireplace so it could dry.
"did you really think i would let you live" i said ironically. i let out a faint laugh.
still holding the polaroid in my hand. standing over his shaking body.
i placed the polaroid on top of the fireplace.
my smirk turned into a thin line across my face.
i crouched down beside him, aggressively pulling the knife out of his eye.
he screamed. his body still shaking.
i twirled the knife in my hand.
i held the knife above his neck. then quickly slashing his neck.
he rolled his eyes back into his head. choking on his own blood. gasping for air. blood filling his lungs. blood filling his mouth.
the floor was a blood bath. his hands moved up to his slashed throat. feeing the fresh wound.
his breathing slowed and stopped. his body rested. he turned pale. he was now dead.
i took another picture and sat it on-top of the fireplace. blood staining the polaroid.
blood stains all over me.
"fuck" i muttered to myself, i wiped the blood spatters off my lips. tasting the rich metallic flavor of his bitter ruby red blood.
my lips quivering into an awful sneer.
the crimson spewing out of his gashed throat.
the puncture deep, nearly the crimson turned dark and unlit.
nor did i perceive and accept the ugliness of my nature. nor did i care.
prowling out of the room like a predator i was. opening the doors to where the death eaters continue to exist.
my mother stopped striding back in fourth in the large dark room.
she watched me closely. the air steadily stopped in the room. not a sound coming from anyone. only my breathing. like the world had died.
i detected stares coming from them all.
"clean up the mess" i announced to my mother directly.
her two unlit circle wide eyes. blinking. lifeless dead. bloodless looking flesh and bones. her scabby chapped lips were bearing down on each other. moving across the room attached to her body. moving away out of the room.
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jan. 20th. friday
GENEVA POV: i hadn't seen mattheo in days. we had an extra free period for his class.
i usually spent it with my friends getting high in one of our dorms. playing card games. smoking. drinking. doing drugs.
decaying our lives away together. feeling euphoria rocking our flesh and bones making us mewl with bliss.
failing to recall classes to attend to. letting mattheo completely slip away from my mind.
until one docile dawn.
he entered my life once again.
sitting with the other professor's eating dinner.
watching him from afar. made my heart engulf itself with turmoil and wild fuming rage.
i swallowed the searing wedge in my throat. my eyes smoldering his. snatching his awareness to only be entrapped with mine.
his gloomy eyes beating into mine. clenching my jaw hard.
i briskly got up and walked rapidly out of the great hall.
i desired loneliness at this point in time.
to appease myself. to be alone. my mind pounding and throbbing. i appeared weepy, forlorn, wretched.
as soon as i forgot him. he showed up.
astoria, max, leo was still deliberating who i had sex with. i withhold from telling them. the thing me and mattheo are doing is practically illegal.
i continued to walk rapidly to my dorm.
when i made it to my room, without a delay i instantly locked the door.
the stillness in the room was intense but yet serene.
still and hushed of any noice.
sitting on the end of my bed.
my hands on my exposed bare thighs.
sitting there on the end of my bed. dead silence.
"open this fucking door potter" the golden doorknob shaking expeditious. my heart sharpening, momentum building up.
all my emotions were about to come out.
i stomped over to the door. quickly unlocking it. swinging it open fast. i rolled my tongue against my cheek.
he shoved me on the bed. turning around and closing the door, locking it also.
"get the fuck away from me mattheo" i vilely scoffed at him shaking my head. i stood up. we were now face to face.
our face's dangerously close, his figure towered over me. showing his dominance, as our pupils fighting for the same thing.
"and what if i don't ?" he raised his eyebrows sarcastically, smirking. his voice dulcet and hushed.
his minty breath took me back to when we had sex.
i forced him to fall on his back on the floor with my palms.
quickly climbing on top of him. feeling his erection growing harder.
i straddled him, he situated himself on both of his elbows. i felt his erection hitting my clothed cunt.
i let out a weak gasp. his smirk growing wider.
"when i get off of you. and you don't leave. i'll tell the whole world about your plan" i smirked, he kept his smirk.
the irritability clobbered my veins, and my body ached. "fuck you" i gritted through my teeth. slapping him in the face.
his hands sliding up my mini skirt, squeezing my ass. feeling his mark he carved into me.
"witch— i can do whatever i want to you" he lastly answered me. before pushing me off of him and leaving. with a grin still sticking to his face.
whatever he had planned was not good.
a/n— i worked hard on this chapter. don't forget to vote !