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EmmaRiddle · 03-23-2004, 05:17 PM

This is the official sequel to P&P. The majority of the 'old' characters know the storyline. I am afraid that no new characters are avaliable for this RP, so I am sorry but nobody new can join.

This wont be starting untill tommorow, but seeing as I had a title in my head, I sussed it would be best to open it now. Plus I would like everyone just to put up a brief character analysis and explain how their character/s have developed up to this point.

If anyone comes up with a better title, then tell me. I'd like everyone's thoughts on it, as i didn't really think about it much.

EmmaRiddle · 05-05-2004, 10:21 PM

The implication that she would sleep around, cut her deeply on the inside. But she had to admit he was right to some degree. Darrin...Archie...She also had to accept what it looked like from his perspective.

But he doesn't know...she thought, her heart failing her. She had lost all hope. Archie loved her, but she didn't love him. She loved the man stood before her, but she felt certain he no longer loved her.

She sat upon the freshly made bed and allowed her fingers to linger over the random bumps where the quilt scrunched where she had sat. "I'm not like that..." she mumbled, her tears dripping and emerging into the material. "That's not me..." she whispered, almost as if she were trying to convince herself that the acts she had commited weren't done by her.

"Just hit me." she cried, looking directly at him for the first time, hoping he might see her pain. "Do anything to me, please. I cant bear this guilt, this feel of filth. My slef-disgust, the disappointment in your eyes, the heart break...please, just numb the pain..." she begged, clinging to the top of the robe ashamedly.

Biochemkris · 05-05-2004, 10:29 PM

Snape turned to face her once more. "You should have thought about that before you defiled my bed," he said, his voice threatening to catch as he fought back tears.

Taking a deep breath, he started to walk toward the door. "I need to go make other arrangements for you. You cannot stay in here any longer," he said, cooly.

EmmaRiddle · 05-05-2004, 10:33 PM

She didn't want him to leave, but on what grounds could she make him stay? In total dismay, she talked aloud, more to her mind, or to something that was not there, than anything else. "Why me? I have tried so hard to rid myself...and yet it came back and smacked me in the face. There is no-one left, it seems I shall live with this forever."

Close to a frenzy, she made sure he was not looking and tore a sharp looking rusty knife from the desk next to her. taking it to her veins, she cut just the once, releasing some of the pent up anger and frustration. She didn't want to live, right now. There was nothing left to stay for, except to live a lie. "I dont want to be a lie anymore.." she sobbed, feeling the rust seeping into the one wound. "I dont want this burden..."

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 03:54 AM

Though he did not hear her words, he heard Marcella speaking. He turned back just in time to see her take the knife to her arm. Snape stood shocked for a moment before instinct chased away his anger and hurried to her side. He was all too familiar with this type of wound, having been inflicted with them both by himself and by others. He grabbed her arm with one hand, putting pressure to the wound and raising it over her head. Ignoring her protests, Snape put his other arm around her waist and half-carried her into the bathroom.

He set the paling Marcella so that she was leaning against the sink while he ran the water and flushed the wound. He knew it would sting, but he needed to get all of the rust out of it before he could attempt to heal it. Taking out his wand and still keeping a steadying arm around her, Snape pointed it at the still bleeding cut and watched as it slowly healed and the blood stopped flowing. Marcella was white as a sheet and looked as though she were about to pass out, so he carefully scooped her up and placed her back on the bed.

Picking up the knife, he unlocked one of his cabinets and placed it inside before procuring a vial of blood-restorative potion. He liked to keep some on hand just in case his Death Eater duties got a little rough, as they invariably did. After forcing the potion down Marcella's throat, he sat down in a chair beside the bed and waited silently, trying to decide what to do next. He really should just take her to the Hospital Wing...

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 12:27 PM

As he had taken her around the waist and lfited her to the bathroom, she had tried to protest against it, but found that as the blood drained from her body, so did her strength, her energy.

Leaning against the sink, she felt tears prick around her eyes as the stinging sensation from the wound erupted and caused her to bite the insides of her mouth. She didn't deserve the release of being able to cry out because of the pain. This was her fault, she deserved to suffer.

Shaking, she cried, "You really dont have to do this." She pulled her arm away from him as she felt herself being laid upon the bed. Holding it tightly to her chest, she choked as she felt something being forced down her neck. Her vision blurred from the tears, she blinked madly and shook his grasp from her.

"I dont deserve this, alright. I've done bad, I know I have and I cant ever change it. Why wont you let me make things easier on the pair of us and just let me die?"

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 01:46 PM

"Despite any personal or emotional feelings on the matter, I have a duty to perform. And as I told you the summer before last, Dumbledore has entrusted you to my care. I am to be sure no harm comes to you, whether that harm come from your father or yourself," Snape said while walking over to the fireplace.

Taking a piece of parchment and a quill from the mantle, he scratched a quick note to Dumbledore. Snape lit a fire with his wand, threw in some floo powder, followed by the note, and mumbled, "Headmaster's Office."

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 01:51 PM

She daren't ask what he had written, she only mumbled, "I've gone and proved him right about me, you, us.." feeling lost and all alone, she attempted to reach and grasp onto whatever fine straws of a relationship they had left. Playing with the loose strands fraying on the bandage, tears in her eyes, she asked, without looking up, "Aren't you even going to ask why?"

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 02:14 PM

"I'm tired of playing these games, Marcella. If you intend to tell me why then tell me why. I don't care to ask anymore," he said, sitting in the chair by the fire, waiting for Dumbledore's reply. He hoped he came quickly; Snape didn't want to be in this room with Marcella any longer than was absolutely necessary.

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 03:26 PM

Tearing from the bed, she cast aside the sheet and stood next to him, spinning him around by the shoulder. Taking a stern hand to his cheek, she stroked her thumb against his now rough skin, tracing the lines before making him look her in the eyes,

"Look at me, Severus. Really, look at me. Would these eyes lie to you? Do you really think I would've done this if I thought there were another way out for me? Do you really think I would've done...that of my own free will?"

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 03:34 PM

He pulled away from her hand. "It is not your eyes that lie," Snape said, really looking at her as she had said. "It is your mouth which lies. No one had forced you to do what you did. And whether or not it was your only way out... Well, you didn't even see fit to know the outcome of my appeal before you ran into his arms."

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 03:38 PM

"So you're going to blame me for losing hope? For making a mistake?" she growled, pushing him in the chest, as though forcing herself away from him. "Lord knows, you're not one to talk. You've made more mistakes in your life than I have in the past few days and yet you see fit to condemn me before you even bother to ask. Didn't it even occure to you that..." she stuttered, fiddling with the lapel around her waist and undoing the robe briefly, "that this, just isn't me!" she finished, folding the robe back up and folding her arms gruffly, landing in a nearby chair, knowing it was the curse that prevented her from explaining it all. The curse that was forcing them apart in this way. Even in death, Darrin was hurting her.

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 04:03 PM

Snape stepped back as Marcella pushed at him. "I have made mistakes in my past, yes. I have also had to make some tough choices and live with the consequences of those decisions," he said, gesturing toward Marcella.

Snape turned his back on her once more and closed his eyes. His emotions were riding him and he could feel his control slowly slipping away as it always did when he was around Marcella. Only this time, it wasn't attraction that was his enemy, it was the jealous anger and the desire to hurt the girl. He could feel his darkness welling up from within him, closer to the surface than it had been since his early years as a Death Eater. It had taken hold of him only once since he had changed sides in the war.

He should never have thought of Darrin. Thoughts of the man fueled the fire that had kindled at the sight of Marcella with Archie. Before he knew what he was doing, Snape had walked over to Marcella and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her. "Who is it then, if it is not you?" he asked, his eyes . "And why do you not confide in me? I loved you more than I had ever loved anyone. You professed your love to me and yet you give yourself away to other men when my fate has not even been decided. You expect me to forgive you? I do. But I cannot give you what you want. I cannot give you my understanding or my love. Between the dementors and the image of you and him burning in my mind, there is nothing left of my love for you."

Before he could say anymore, there was a knock upon the door. Snape released Marcella so that she fell roughly back into the chair. But, intead of answering the door, he stood, looking down at Marcella, as his mind began to seal itself up.

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 04:17 PM

ooc- I'm having mental images of Snape shouting lol It's rather funny really, but great reaction.

She had not expected him to even consider touching her so when he grabbed her, the last thing she expected was a verbal beating. Trying desparately to block his words from her mind, she couldn't help but close her eyes, her lips quivering slowly as the sobs just ran down her cheeks of their own free will. She was unable to answer him, he was in a frenzy, he was in no state in which he could listen to her.

Feeling herself being thrown back onto the chair, she threw her face in her hands and just sat there, sobbing her heart out, wishing that she were able to throw the treacherous organ right up, so that she would never have to deal with it's meddling again. Hearing the door being knocked upon, she turned her head away from it so that the entrant would not see the appalling state she were in.

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 04:25 PM

His thoughts and feeling now safely ensconced in the farthest reaches of his mind, Snape walked to the door and opened it to reveal a concerned Dumbeldore. "Headmaster," Snape said in a dry tone as he invited the older man inside. "I'm sorry to disturb you, I know you were looking after the body in the Hospital Wing."

"It's quite alright, Severus. Kristi is there now," he said, moving toward his god-daughter.

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 04:39 PM

She groaned into her hand as she felt him close his mind. Knowing there was no point in trying to break through it, she merely thought freely, hoping he would care to listen. "You felt the pain, you felt it when Dar...when he attacked me..." she sighed, feeling the curse prevent her from thinking anything further.

Turning her body away now, so that the chair face the window, she wiped away at her eyes, not wanting her god-father to be proven right; that their relationship wouldn't ever work.

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 05:02 PM

Seeing Marcella turn from him, Dumbledore looked back at Severus. He knew something was wrong between the two, Marcella would not be hiding her tears, otherwise. Also, Severus said he had healed the wound as best he could and wouldn't say why he would not take the girl to the Hospital Wing himself. "I'll take her up to the Hospital Wing for the night and we can make arrangements for a permanent resisdence for Marcella in the morning," he said before walking over to Marcella.

Holding out a hand for her, Dumbledore said softly, "Let's get you to the Hospital Wing. Professor Snape is very good at combat healing, but he lacks much of Madame Pomfrey's expertise."

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 05:23 PM

Snape pushed Marcella's thoughts from his mind and nodded to the Headmaster. While Dumbledore attempted to remove Marcella from his rooms, Snape walked back over to the chair by the fire and sat down. Taking out a book, he buried himself within the pages.

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 06:43 PM

She nodded toward her god-father and allowed herself ro be led away and out of the room by him. Agreeing with him, she mumbled, "Yes, he lacks the compassion that she has."

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 06:54 PM

Snape looked up at Marcella's muttered comment and let it slide off of him, like the compassionless person she thought he was, and kept reading.

Dumbledore led Marcella up to the Hospital Wing and over to a bed. After Madame Pomfrey was finished with her ministrations, Dumbledore left the Wing with Kristi in tow.

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 07:00 PM

Poppy had insisted on covering her in blankets tightly and wrapping her up warm. She tried to convicne her that she was fine, but she would not listen. As the woman left for her office, which was adjacent to the wing, Marce pulled the blankets from her and sat with her knees pulled to her chest tightly.

She felt extremely hot and mused that that was probably why Madam Pomfrey had assumed she were ill. Raising a hand to her burning cheeks, she discovered her tears were stuck to her skin, it seemed to be pulling on her skin.

Standing quietly, so that the fussy nurse would not hear, she stood over the basin of water that stood next to her, on a clean shelf and began washing them away. If only it were so easy to wash away what she had done. As the water clensed her face, she had the sudden urge to clean her entire body. She suddenly felt extremely dirty and, after checking with Madam Pomfrey, who was reluctant to let her go, she snuck into the prefect bathrooms, determined to scrub away the filth she felt she were drowning in.

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 07:05 PM

Kristi stepped out from behind the curtain surrounding Darrin's bed as she heard people approaching. She watched as Madame Pomfrey flitted about Marcella and then, she walked out with Dumbledore. They parted ways as he went back to his office and she continued down to the dungeons, at Dumbledore's request. Apparently, Dumbledore didn't want Snape left alone. Not having given her a reason, Kristi assumed it had something to do with the fact that it was Dumbledore who brought Marcella with the Hospital Wing and not her long-awaited lover.

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 07:14 PM

She couldn't even bare to look at her body as the robe slinked down her figure and fell to the ground. Turning on the shower, she lifted her head so that the water fell directly on her face. Casting her eyes to the mirror, behidn the shower of water, she found she couldn't even recognise herself anymore.

Deeply distressed, she pushed the water down and through her hair, wringing it so tightly that she felt some strands rip out from the very root. Not even paying heed to the pain, she took up a sponge that lay by the side and began scrubbing her face, ripping the tears from her cheeks, scratching away at them so hard that the skin began to peel and redden.

Again, she disregarded the pain and began to tear the material onto her shoulders. In hopelessness, she allowed the sponge to fall from the ground as she stood there, drowning in the water, naked, simply crying. Feeling so weak, she fell with ehr back against the wall and leaned her head against it. The water washed away her tears almost as quickly as they appeared, but they were only to be replaced just as rapidly.

Slipping to the floor of the cubicle, she raised her hands to her face and wiped her hair away, crying painfully into her hands as her nails grazed the scratches on her face. Who was she? What had she become?

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 07:31 PM

Snape looked up at the knock on his door, but didn't bother to answer it. He didn't want to be bothered; he was busy trying to read. But, his brain kept threatening to bring up those images so, instead of reading, he was forced to spend his time controlling his mind. Ignoring a second knock, he dropped the book in his lap, leaned his head back against the chair, closed his eyes, and began to massage his temples. He heard the door open and shut, but was past caring as he fought the losing battle which raged within his head.

Kristi knocked a couple of times, giving him plenty of time to answer, before she pushed the door open andwalked into the room. She gazed around and took in what information she could from her surroundings. The bed was slighlty unkempt yet, there were dark patches on the black fabric, suggesting... Blood stains, if the doplets on the floor were any indication. And there was Snape, her father, sitting in the corner, looking strained.

She slowly and cautiously approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for acting like a spoiled child, earrlier," Kristi whispered, saying the first thing that came to mind.

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 09:50 PM

oooo I wonder if Snape will tell her...

The water dripping from the shower wasn't necessary; she could've drowned in her own guilt, in her own tears, in her own shame. Gripping onto one of the pipes, her finger slipped dangerously and fell to the floor with an ominous thud. The pain that should have come to her nerves, was surprisingly numb and she found herself able to forget about it completely.

Rinsing her hair, she scratched her scalp viciously, knowing the skin was about to tear, but not really having a care. As the mildly warm water splashed on her head, she felt it sting a little, but paid no attention to it. She desereved this pain, she deserved to be punished. And if he wouldn't see to that, then she would.

But she wasn't given the chance. Just as her eyes had flickered dangerously toward one of the pipes and then a piece of suspicious looking rope in the far corner of the room, pain unlike any other seared first through her mind and then through her body.

"I know..." she heard the hiss, deeply in her mind. "I know.....and you disgust me.." The crucio cirse burnt through her veins like it had never done before. Strecthing out, her feet pushing against the walls of the cubicle, she squeezed her eyes shut fiercely, wishing the pain away. Instantly, it faded, leaving a dull ache throbbing through her organs. "I'll see to you properly when my servant awakens..." he hissed ominously, before leaving her body forever.

Limp, numb, her body collapsed unconsciously, her head lolling onto her right shoulder, her arm drapped across her chest with the water still cascading heavily down upon her pale body.

she's not dead. i just thought i'd add more drama, not that it was needed. but she told me to do it. it's not my fault. i think madam pomfrey will wonder where she's got to though.

i also think this will force her and snape into talking more. dont know why, just does. i think he'd assume she's done this to herself, selfishly, and then i think she'd correct him. yes i can see that. *stops talking to herself*

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 10:04 PM

wow- that was awesome.

When all she received in reply was a grunt, Kristi knelt in front of him and pulled her father's hands from his face. "I know something happened. I know you don't want to talk about it. But..." Kristi began, hesitantly. "Can you please tell me?" she pleaded, staring into his eyes with a look of deep concern.

Snape sighed and let himself be manipulated by his daughter. Staring down into her eyes, he conveyed the images of what he had walked in on, the arguments, and the drama. He watched as Kristi's face lit up in concern and was quite surprised with her reaction. She was growing into her own person. No longer a little cut-out puppet of himself.

Kristi stood and attempted to pull her father to his feet. This was ridiculous. She was surprised he had opened up to her, but even more so by the fact that he hadn't censored anything. Marcella had been trying to tell him something and, blinded by his jelousy, he had failed to pay any attention to it. "Get up. You're going to go see Marcella and you're going to let her speak. I'll hex you if I have to in order to make you listen. Now get up!"

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