The Devils Mistress | T.Riddle

Chapter twenty three - My Life

~T.W. Mentions of blood and murder. 

~Lives POV 

"Do you mean Gwenevere Carrol?" Pam asked confused. 

"Gwenevere Laurene Carrol, she's a Pure blood Ravenclaw her family is very rich, Fathers part of the wizengamot and mother organises party's for the other trophy wives, two brothers one of which is 3 years older then her and the other is 2 years older, everyone forgets about the daughter of the Carrols because she is a girl and mostly overlooked, she's scores the top 20% of students in the whole school grades wise and had lots of contacts within the ministry and across Europe and I can't forget she speaks four languages fluently English, French, Russian and Ukrainian" Alexa said proudly

 "you scare me some times, you know" Janelle said grinning at her friend. 

"Don't forget the blasted Brown Cat that skulks around the castle, it bit me once!" Pam added. 

"What do you want with one of the richest and most powerful girls in the whole of hogwarts Live?" Janelle asked, the whole room turned its attention on me. 

"I met her tonight and she said I was in danger, something about a weird gut feeling? But then we had the whole Theo thing and I think she might be of some help and if you say she's as rich and powerful as you say she is she could help us by finding out about the hallows from her contacts at the ministry" I answered 

"I did hear a rumour about her being psychic once, apparently she predicted the the quidditch league winner?" Alexa said Turing to Janelle

 "yeah she told me to stop supporting the Harpies and should focus on the tornados, and then the tornados won! But it could have been a one time thing?" Janelle answered 

"If she says your in danger I would listen to her Live better be safe than sorry, I think we might find some use talking to her" Pam said, everyone else agreed that tomorrow we would have to talk to her. 

But that was tomorrow.

 We watched the sun go down slowly but together. From that moment we knew that we were always going to be there for each other no matter how far we would be there. 

Soon It was turning 11 o'clock, but non of us really cared we just liked the company. I had missed the friendship and love I used to feel when I was with my father. But I don't need him I had them, I had my new family. 

 They were each so different but the same, each killed but survived.

Janelle laced her fingers in my hair. "Sleep Live, I know your tired" She whispered gently in my ear. Pam was hugging my waist burying her head in my back while Alexa curled up at the foot of my bed.

 "Let me get my Pyjamas on and i'll be right back" I said lifting my head off Janelles lap and reaching for the draw my pyjamas. I took them in into the bathroom looking over at the three girls, Pam was still in her dress and heels but I didn't want to disturb her. 

They look so peaceful in there. I wanted to leave them and not drag me into the mess that was about to unveil but they were already too deep. But like what Gwen had said, I was going to need all the help I can get.

 I was only gone for a few minutes but when I returned from the bathroom they were each asleep, snoring lightly. Alexa had taken my place on Janelle's lap and Pam's clutching her waist. I remove Pam heels to stop her feet from hurting and laid a fluffy black blanket over the top of them. 

These girls deserve so much better than me but I knew they wouldn't leave. I couldn't get attached they were just stepping stones to reach my goal. But I couldn't leave them they were all I had, and Tom. 

What would Tom do? He has a group of nice and kind people, how can he use and like he does? Why couldn't he feel the raw emotion that radiates of people? He was just numb. 

I am numb.

~Flashback

"Live what do we do with traitors?" The man stood tall with a wand in hand, pointing at the girl. She was young no older than 25 with deep cuts ask, across her face leaving her features covered in a thick layer of blood. She knelt before us pleading with tears in her eyes.

 "I don't know father? Why don't you remind me." I turned to look up at the whited haired man with a large grin plastered across my face. 

"Please! I have a son-"

 "Avada Kedavera"

~End of Flashback

I never knew that girl, I never really paid attention to my father victims, ever since I was a young strange men and women would drag away a blood soaked corpse from inside the house. I never really cared about them, and I never will. I've come to terms with my differences. I will never know what's right and wrong, I will never feel like others and I will never stop killing. 

This is my life, the life of a psychopath.

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I know that lots as happened in the latest chapters so I thought I'd write a short heart felt one revealing more about Live. I know it wasn't the best chapter but I'm trying my best to balance the book with school work. 

Leave any comments on how to improve my writing or what you want to see more of I'm open to any Ideas! 

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T.