Awake | Cam
Her heart was pounding, her fingers sweaty as they gripped her wand, her arm stiff as it trained at the same spot. Slowly, a shake began to crawl up her toes, up her legs and her knees were no longer supporting her. What was happening? What had happened? Her breathing was emitted in pants, her eyes round and wide and frantic as she looked around for a sign of something -anything- that would tell her what was going on.
“Dad?” She said quietly, upon noticing the crumpled body on the floor. Her brows knit together as she grew more worried at his listless body. “Dad?!” She asked again, her heart jumping into her throat as the realisation of what had happened and she shook her head in frustration, in denial.
She’d…she’d-
She flew to his side, a hand on his shoulder and turned him over. To her horror, her father’s light blue eyes stared lifelessly up at her and she choked out a sob, her breathing picking up, her fingers trembling terribly. What was she to do? What had she done? She had no recollection and…and…
The wand was in her hand, the spell belonged to hers and Cam stood up, flattening her back to the desk, a lamp being knocked over and crashed heavily to the floor. Not knowing what else to do, she ran from the room, heading for the front door, for any sign that it was all a dream, that it was a warped version of her reality and she pulled open the front door, running promptly into another.
OOC:
GRRRR. My inner Luke wants to finish off that piece of shit.
haha, sorry to anger that inner luke. i feel like lily’s never been in any sort of dark-ish drama, so i decided to put her in some. plus Shalla helped me get into the mood with all her postings on Cam. haha
*holds hands up* I’m innocent. But you’re doing a really good job! And I’m not sorry ;P
“What are you doing here, Camilla?”
Of course, somewhere in her mind, it screamed its defiance but it was too late to turn back now.
“Hello, father.”
The letter opener she was digging into his couch was merely a distraction she’d been occupying herself with as she waited for her father to return home from work. She’d stunned her mother safely and was now glaring at the man before her.
Blaise Zabini’s spine tingled with suspicion. “Put that down.”
She raised her brows and tossed it away, the metal clanging against the dark wooden floors as it slid somewhere into the darkness. He wand was reached for in an instant and trained at her father.
His was also brought out in a swish of a moment, trained at her.
“Don’t do anything rash.”
“He loved her, you know. You don’t deserve her.”
There was a furrow of a movement in his brows before understanding dawned. “Darling, put your wand-“
In the still of the night, two green jets of the same spell was shot, one hitting its target, the other missing.
ooc
things to do:
- figure out how to rescue this bitch
- without killing said bitch
- sleep
sinto falta das pessoas que eu tinha a um tempo atras, não das pessoas em que elas se tornaram.
Scare | Cam
The correct response should have been fear, she knew. And yet, hope blossomed that someone would find her -after all, a student goes missing at school; someone should have caught onto that.
But help was yet to arrive and Cam wouldn’t let herself delude herself into the notion that someone would help her. She had to help herself and the only way she could see it ever happening was to get a hold of his wand.
After her attempt to snatch it from him, however, he’d stashed his wand away, relying on wandless magic to go about his daily deluded torture sessions. They’d start out simple enough; spells that would draw blood and tears but they soon grew intricate. Memories were being pulled from her, slowly and sneakily and her captor was soon building up an understanding of her.
“You’ll break, dearie,” his slimy voice whispered into her ear one day. “And when you do, I’ll be there to pick up all the little tiny pieces.”
She’d pulled a face and growled.
“Just you try.”
His cackle frightened her but she was slowly growing used to it. Sometimes, she’d be left alone, hours and hours on end, ticking away at her sanity she was sure she was going insane. Her clothes were now dank and dirty, caked in blood and sweat and tears, her hair matted, her fingers dirty and dying blood wedged into her cuticles. It sickened her to live in these conditions and she found herself willing away the time by thinking of the one thing that would bring her peace.
She remembered love. The feeling of strong arms around her shoulders and she yearned to once again be in those arms. For someone who’d convinced herself they didn’t need anybody, she sure needed someone now.
“Malfoy, you son of a bitch, I swear, if you haven’t noticed me missing yet, when I get out of here, I am going to tear you limb from limb,” she muttered to herself upon a quiet moment, her mind giving her a break.
“Oh, he can’t hear you love.”
She hadn’t even heard him sneak in.
“But I’ve heard you. So much rage in someone so young.” The voice laughed, humour missing in the sound. “I think you’re ready.”
She didn’t ask what she was ready for.
“Imperio.”
