TRULY the creepiest cover I have ever done.
Cookie Quote for The Day:
(Disturbingness lies ahead. Children! Please, PLEASE go away. Goodbye.)
Stetson had imagined this scene so many times that each version seemed to overlap with this one, as if he looked into a blurred kaleidoscope of captured Gwens in the corridor just outside his rooms. But there was only one. And in her realness, her warmth, her solidity, she was the only one that had ever been, or could ever be. He understood that now.
She scrambled further into the corner, breathing as hard as a trapped animal.
“They won’t find Ryan,” she said.
How defiant and unbroken she still seemed, he thought. How thoroughly he wanted to break her now. “Maybe,” he said. “Maybe not. But you might be enough to compensate for the disappointment. You’ve got yourself in a trap. I’m not the only one getting back on this train. Do you want the others to catch you? Do you know how some of them would love to get hold of you?”
She shook her head no. “Do you expect me to feel lucky because you found me?”
“Oh, no; I surely don’t.” He moved closer. “Do you want mercy from me?”
She did not say a word, and he did not know what to do. A yes or a no; then he would have known. He had never imagined her silence.
“But you need it, Gwen, after—“ He broken off. That came too close to the emotion that was forever forbidden to him; far too close.
“You do require my mercy,” he said, hoping that his voice was perfectly steady again. “If not for yourself, then for others.”
He saw a flash of fear in her eyes then.
“Please,” she said. “I don’t care what you do to me. But so many people down there are innocent. They’ve been caught up in this, and they never asked for any of it.”
“You’re right about that,” he said. “Nobody in our world wanted this. Except for me.” The thought brought a cold smile to his lips, and he saw her shiver at the sight of it.
“If there’s anything still human in you, Draco, then spare everyone else. Make me pay, if you think you’ve got to punish someone.”
He thought briefly of how he could pay her back. But there could never be enough punishment for that. And he could feel his heartbeat accelerating, his breathing quickening; he ought to be able to control his reactions completely; he had thought he could do it. But he had not counted on seeing her.
“You should beg then, Gwen. Beg me. Fall to your knees.”
P.S.: Okay, after today, I think I realized what the real difficulty has been with DT– it’s so dark right now that it CAN’T be the only thing I’m working on. So I’ve decided to do something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. I’m also going to work on a version of Millions of Malfoys at the same time. Obviously, THAT can’t be the final title. 😛 (Although out of all my fanfics, that might be the one that has by far the least to do with canon. Yes, we WILL get rid of Cedric/Edward and the vampires.) So suggestions are being taken for a new title! 🙂 If y’all would like to see some cookies from the original MoM, please head on over to the NC-17 Fanfics page.
And Pitzi! (waves) I WILL answer your email. 🙂