When the Night Broke
By Hannah Davenport (email@example.com)
Summary: Sequel to "Bent" and "Twisted." Five years later, Ginny is a bored and very depressed employee at Flourish and Blotts. Outside her drawn-in, little world lies an evil overlord of doom by the name of Radoc Lafoym, who is threatening society. How do they relate?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. It's just fan fiction!
Author's Note: This is very important! Radoc isn't going soft for Ginny. What you see in the following is just psychopathic evil-man thoughts. Okay? Got it? Good. One last thing; chapters are likely to be shorter, as my Mum has been invading my writing time to play internet games, which she is now somewhat addicted to. ::grumbles about MSN making their games so obvious to the public eye:: Gotta go make rabid squirrels out of pipe-cleaners. Thanks to everyone for their wonderful feedback!
< >She snapped. That was the only way to describe it. The insult was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak, and it the next instant Ginny found herself in a running leap, intending on beating the pulp out of Radoc Lafoym. She knocked him to the floor, and punched every inch of him she could as he tried not to look surprised. Her fist made violent and swift contact with his jaw, which cracked distinctly. But now, he was fighting back - and Ginny had gotten the wind knocked out of her.
< >She doubled up, gasping for air as Radoc launched another attack. She managed to pin him to the flagstone floor, still panting, but he twisted one of her arms, and reversed the positioning - but she kicked him, which earned her a smack upside the head. They rolled and romped around like this for quite some time, inflicting very painful injuries on one another. Radoc even slammed her against the wall, once. She hit his eye - he elbowed her mouth - she bit his leg - he shouted things which no one should even know, let alone hear - she kicked him where (er, well I think you all know where) - he swore expansively, bit, kicked, hit, slammed, scratched, pinched, and bled, and it was he who finally found himself in the winning position. He had both his hands pressed tightly against her shoulders, so that she was pinned to the flagged stone floor. He was also straddling her, and breathing heavily as his hair fell out of its neat, slicked-back pattern.
< >For the first time since she had first met this man, Ginny was genuinely scared.
< >His eyes gleamed blood red, eliminating the bit of gray that had been there previously. His eyebrows were furrowed into a merciless glare, fury bouncing around her in invisible waves. She could feel the tension in his behavior. She could almost hear his murderous thoughts as he stared down at her. He looked positively bloodthirsty.
< >"Never," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper but still more ominous than any she had every heard. "Never, ever, ever do that again. Do you understand me?" he snapped, his voice still smooth as silk. "I will personally gut you if you ever pull something like that again, and it won't be a gutting with any pain killer or anything that has a mite to do with you being asleep for the procedure. GOT IT?!" The last sentence echoed around the entrance hall viciously. The snarl in his tone had not gone away.
< >She knew he meant every word, so she nodded her head. He lifted a hand to wipe some blood that was slowly leaking from his mouth. They were like that for a moment. Bleeding, wounded, silent - until he finally said something that broke it.
< >"I really hate you, did you know that?"
< >"What?" Ginny asked, startled. It hurt to breath. She assumed he had broken a couple of her ribs.
< >"I wish you were dead." he replied, with no hint of embarrassment, or anything other than sheer loathing and anger. It was simply a fact to him. "Now, I really must get to work. Roam around as you like - you can even visit my other prisoners for all I blasted care. Just, leave me alone until I need you."
< >He got up, wincing, and walked away, truly beginning to search for his headquarters. The only sound Ginny could hear was the hollow clomp clomp sound his boots made as he walked away, her own heavy breathing, and the sound of her heartbeat, which seemed to be having trouble slowing down, and she was sure he could probably hear it in whatever corridor he was walking through now.
< >"I hate you too," she said, feeling very strange. She had never felt this way before. Like she ultimately wanted to kill... "I hate you, and unlike some people, I have a very good reason!" She turned to look at him, and saw that he was turned around, but this time with a look of amusement in his cold red eyes.
< >"You couldn't hate anyone," he said matter-of-factly. "You don't have it in you. And besides, everyone hates me. Do you really think it'll matter if one pathetic little girl joins in?" He sounded ready to burst out laughing, now. "You've got a peculiar mind, Virginia," he said, starting back up with the angry, evil, sadistic edge in his voice. "It doesn't work like it should, I think."
< >He actually walked away this time, giving off the air that he was the supreme ruler of the universe. Part of the feeling she had been experiencing ebbed away, but the part that lingered on was the part that scared her most. Because she didn't know what it was.
< >She began to shake violently. His eyes had been enough to start that.
< >"...Give them that message, will you Charles?" Radoc asked sternly, jotting something down on a piece of parchment.
< >"Yes, My Lord."
< >"Good, good, good..." Radoc looked out the window, and sighed. He was still in a bit of pain, but he didn't see how that was happening. After magic and two days, things were supposed to heal.
< >"And get Macnair to follow Ginny - just to make sure she isn't devising a way to escape. And then have the rest of them bring the vampires into the Great Hall, to give the students and staff a sufficient scare... To remind them what I can do with the snap of my fingers..."
< >"Yes, My Lord."
< >"Thank you, Charles. Now get out of my sight."
< >Charles left to give everyone their messages, and Radoc looked around the office, sneering inwardly. Contrary to the suggestions of his followers, Radoc had chosen a large office in the East wing of the school. It was easier to perform punishments here than in a tight, closed up space. There was a knock on the door.
< >"What do you want?" Radoc snapped angrily.
< >"Um, sir?" It was a small voice. Barely above a squeak. "We've had a - er - a bit of trouble with the Vampires, sir."
< >"And what might that be?" Radoc questioned, feeling angrier by the minute.
< >"They're eating students." came the small reply.
< >"What is your point?" Radoc yelled. "They're only students! Get back to work, idiot!"
< >"Honestly." Radoc spat at the door. "Look, I know you're only beginning Mr. Locke, but you need to get your act together. Who is it that converted you?"
< >"Ah - erm - Mortimer Lestrange, your Lordship." came the reply.
< >"Well, tell old Morty to get his fat rump in here. I need to talk to him about your training program."
< >"Of course, My Lord."
< >He heard scampering feet, and he sighed once more, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I am surrounded by morons," he muttered to himself. "Babbling morons."
< >Ginny sat in the library, reading a book she had found called Wandless Spells: When Your Wand's Out of Whack. It had pages and pages of spells you could do without a wand, but most of them weren't very helpful. They were mostly for people who wanted to cook, clean, and other things that would never be helpful for escaping from a madman. She closed the book and sighed.
< >"They're going to get the first mirror tonight," she said quietly. "Why can't I find something useful?"
< >Maybe you're cursed, said a voice in the back of her head. You know, you are cursed when it comes to men. You always seem to fall for the evil ones.
< >"Excuse me?" Ginny said aloud.
< >First there was Tom, and then Draco, and now Radoc. My, my, you are a naughty girl.
< >"Oh, blast." she said quietly. "Oh, blast. Oh, blast. I'm not in love with Radoc Lafoym, now get out of my head."
< >If you say so, said the voice. I won't speak, but I'll still be here.
< >"Good," she muttered. "Just my luck. Why does everything happen to me?"
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