Rosie ⎮ Tom Riddle

Eight

Deception of Longing

  "A blood pact?" Rosalie asked him to reiterate uncomfortably. She prided herself on knowing about all kinds of dark magic, and it just so happened that that topic was one of the very few she had never read about. 

  Her father, actually, had been the one who forbid it. Reading on blood pacts was something he was more than against, though it was hardly the worst thing Rosalie had ever heard of. 

  In the hidden confines of Tom's shadowy room, he nodded for her, a simple jest that made Rosalie's heart plunge. She should've seen this coming, really, Coriolanus had mentioned something about a blood pact with Riddle.

  "You made the boys do this too?" She asked, interested in knowing the details of what she was about to do.

  Tom looked amused by what Rosalie had asked of him. He shook his head silently, turning to walk around the room.

  "No, I made an unbreakable vow with my inner circle, they cannot omit my secrets to outsiders and cannot harm me, otherwise they die." He spoke without concern, Rosalie nodded, understanding that it was what they had consented to to join Tom.

  "And what will the oath be then?" Rosalie stood remaining confident in Tom's presence as he walked around her like a predator inspecting his next meal. He stopped to look out of the window again, his hands dipping into his pockets.

  "I imagine it should be something similar, but, as a courtesy for you, I would have the oath be double sided." Tom spoke with generosity, his voice had a slight echo around the dark room, the sound bouncing off the walls and into Rosalie's ears.

  She swallowed, glad that he had been the one to propose the idea and not her.

  "You said you didn't want to be a slave." He spoke again when no words came out from Rose's mouth, he watched her back as she faced the wall.

  "Yes, you're right. I would think it unfair if it was only one sided and in your favour, Riddle." She finally spoke, her voice quieter from where he then stood. Tom was beginning to dislike the way his last name sounded on her tongue. 

  He walked up to her, standing behind her as she remained facing the wall, fidgeting with the dammed red ribbon that stayed put on her wrist.

  "In this oath, we commit to keeping each other's secrets between ourselves. And should the circumstance arise where one of us try and kill the other, it would also break our oath, ending in death." 

  Tom grabbed Rosalie's arm and turned her to face him, a nervous look washed over her face as she tried desperately to keep up with him. The oath meant she could never kill him without dying herself, it was a dent in her plan that she hadn't foreshadowed. It meant if it came down to all or nothing, she couldn't kill him.

  Rosalie would just have to find another way to take him down. A sudden determination filled her as she put on her facade, looking up at him with acceptance. 

  "Do you accept these conditions?" Tom asked formally.

  Rosalie nodded and trailed her eyes up and down Tom, preparing herself for a bond that would last a lifetime. The only way out of this was death.

  "I accept."

  Tom smiled, a sadistic look on her face. He wasn't a fool, he realised that Rosalie held a power that could potentially outweigh his own, and the thought unsettled him. It was a power that if she so desired, could bring about his demise. With this pact he felt as though he was containing a problem by putting it in a box and tying it up with a pretty red ribbon.