Her aroma's curse {T.R}

8: My Presence Before You Even Call

TOM RIDDLE:

I checked on her. On it.

Unfortunately she was not one of Stefan Salvatore and Klaus Mikealson's cult. We, as death eaters, have our spies there. And now i sat in my dorm on the bed grabbing my diary open and a pen. Yet i had nothing to write. This pit in my stomach is what i had. And i looked through the window at the end of the room onto the lake. It was dark. Should i sleep? I think i should. No i cannot just get into her dorm again like a creep.

But i hit her. I grabbed her hair and slammed her wall and not because of sex, because i was a piece of shit. Added to the pieces of shit she already had in her life. I huffed and threw the notebook away.

I did not understand. Why did i care? I let Bellatrix and Narcissa beat the living crap out of women and i watch. Sometimes i let the men do it too. Only one or twice have i done it myself. But now. I laid my hand on her. Anastasia. The most beautiful woman to walk this earth. But again why did i care that much? It is not because she's beautiful. Why did i fucking care?

I massaged my face and huffed longly. Why did i do that? I could've just read the letter myself rather than hit her. I felt puke in my throat and my head banged with ache. I looked side ways. I was naked and i wasn't comfortable. Why was i naked? Oh because i was uncomfortable in my clothes.

I hate her.

I stood up and put on a turtleneck and trousers and apparated myself to the girls dormitories. I spelled myself invisible from the first step into the hallway.

"Elizabeth Winchester
And Anastasia Pierce"

Again.. i was so disappointed of myself, but i had to do this. So that i would stop thinking about it over and over and over again.

I entered through. They were both asleep. She lied there, covers away from her body. Soft, black long-sleeved shirt and grey panties. I swallowed and sat on the bed. I grabbed my wand.

"Stupefy." I whispered at her friend so that even if by some miracle i was to be witnessed despite the invisibility spell that i had casted, it would only be by Anastasia.

I looked at her and my lips repelled. "Hello, darling." I lowered my rasp tilting my head. Her lips poked out with quiet whistles from them. Her face and thighs had lines as paste from the curled sheets.. she clearly was very asleep. I don't think she slept well the nights prior. The night prior to be more specific.

Fuck... i just realised i had been here for the second night in a row.

I swallowed and my hands trembled. I felt like my thoughts crowded. Her lashes looked so long when she shut her eyes. She slept on her side facing the wardrobe and not her friend. Her arms stretched. Her face was covered in her hair. My heart was fast, but not with guilt.. with anxiousness. Afraid she might wake up and find me here even though i was unseen at the moment.

I had so much to say to her. I needed to find a way to make her stay and i needed to ask her how. I think... i think i wanted her here. And not just to make her a death eater. I think I wanted more than that. I wanted to see her everyday, smell her aroma, listen to her laughter and look into those gorgeous eyes of hers. I clicked my tongue then chuckled.

I felt warmth then. I felt content when i realised.. i want her more than just for her power. I want her delicacy and femininity and her tenderness and heat. I wanted her. I have never in my life felt the haze of ease which awaken in her presence. I have never been more... alive. I have never felt more of a human than when i met her. I turned to her.