Cold.
Everything had gone fucking cold.
Viviana had believed Voldemort to be nothing but a cunning, ambitious man; a man who seeks political power and would do anything to achieve it. But, she had learned the hard way that he was much more than that. He was no man; he was a monster.
She pulled her knees to her chest, her head resting against the gravestone as she looked up toward the stars for reassurance. She grinned, taking a long drag of the cigarette between her lips and following it with a swing of whiskey.
She understood why Regulus liked it so much, everything burned. The cigarettes and whiskey started fires inside of her; it was an addiction. She no longer felt numb, she felt as if she could conquer the world with a cigarette in between her lips and a bottle of whiskey between her thighs.
School started tomorrow, well today. She assumed by the position of the moon in the sky that it was already past midnight.
This seemed to be her new nightly routine; she found herself unable to sleep much anymore. When she did sleep, her dreams were consistent with nightmares or no dreams at all. So, she did what any sane person would do; she returned to the village that was causing her such bloody nightmares. She would consider it a beautiful village; one that was once inhabited by some higher-class muggles.
Was once.
She frowned, bringing the bottle to her lips.
"Darling," Her mother's voice caused Viviana to flinch, "It is not safe."
Viviana was never able to find her way home, her mother always found her against a gravestone and helped her home. It truly was becoming routine for the pair.
"Fuck safety," She slurred, grinning while looking toward the village. "Doesn't look too dangerous to me, they are all dead anyways."
She was right, it was not safe anymore. Raids and riots broke out in the streets, chaos completely overtaking the cities. Muggles were dying in large masses, wizards too. With every murder, the sky would turn a dark green hue beneath the clouds, the same color the clouds were above the two.
Guilt.
That's all Viviana felt. She felt sick when she tried to eat, she felt disgusting when she lay in her warm bed, and worst of all she felt guilty with every breath she took.
"Come on," Her mother repeated, reaching her hand out for her daughter. Viviana flicked the cigarette across the lawn before grabbing ahold of her hand.
Essie Actona had a terrible habit of apparating and not warning her daughter that they are about to be ripped through space.
In the blink of an eye, they were no longer in the graveyard, but instead, back at the Actona Mansion. Viviana hurled over and let out a large pool of vomit at her mother's feet. She grinned as she held tight onto the bottle, watching her mother's face turn red with anger.
Right on target.
"Bathe and go to bed," Her mother snarled, yelling for the house elves.
As usual, she did as she was instructed.
She held her knees to her chest as she sat in the lukewarm bath. Her gaze was fixated on her body's reflection in the spout part of the bathtub, she had lost weight. She looked frail, she hated it. She hated every part of herself, every inch, every crevice.
But, at least she was still alive.
She buried her head into her arms; she was being haunted.
The blood, so much blood.
The screams as the muggles were brutally tortured.
And the children. Especially the fucking children. She felt her stomach churn again remembering the way they had screamed for their mothers, never their fathers.
Worst of all, his face. Voldemort's face was engraved into her brain at this point, it's all she saw when she closed her eyes. He was haunting her. The children were haunting her. Everything that could possibly haunt her was somehow haunting her.
She traced her fingertips up and down her arms, comforting her shaking body in the bathtub. Her body ached for human touch, preferably from a taller boy with jet-black hair. She wondered if Regulus had gone through the same.
She felt her stomach flip a little at the thought of him, his body, his fingers, and his mouth. Viviana desperately needed a distraction and Regulus Black seemed best fit for this job.
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