The Broken Ones

Chapter Ten

Mattheos POV

The walk back to the cabin was excruciatingly long. I used to know what Salem was always thinking, but now? I had no clue what was going through that pretty head of hers. We make it back to the cabin and I walk in and smell her scent everywhere, the scent sucks all the air from my lungs, "what's that smell?" I look over to Salem, and she is bent over looking in her bag for something, it takes everything in me not to stare. "I'm brewing some amortentia for the potion." she looks back at me and then waltzes towards the stove and stirs it, she sniffs and I see grief flash across her face. "why do you need amortentia?" she looks up quickly I hear her mumble "shit" she walks over to me "the potion we need to heal you calls for amortentia and virgins blood." what?! "wait what about the effects of amortentia? Is it going to affect my feelings?" she looks at me. For the first time, I asked a question and Salem Scamander didn't have the answer. She walks into the bathroom and I hear the shower start.

Salems POV

I get out of the shower and look in the mirror, His hand print is a deep purple on my neck and my hips, and I have love bites covering my neck and breasts. I smile a little at the thought of what we just did. I get dressed in a sundress where he can see the damage of what he did. I walk out of the bathroom, and he's changing his shirt. I can see the scratches and bite marks I left on him. I can smell him, I'm all the way across the room and I can smell him, except it's not him, it's the stupid love potion on the stove, after all these years. I still smell him. I hear him cough and immediately recognize that I am staring at him. I quickly look away and I listen to him chuckle. I look back and jokingly say "Go to hell" and then he drops to the floor, I panic, "damn it" I run over and check his pulse, he's still alive. I get him up in bed and remember that he is dying and I had somehow forgotten he was sick. He's unconscious so I decide to cook something. I am lost in my head while cooking, and suddenly I feel hands on my hips, I jump in surprise and turn around. I look up "When did you wake up?" I question. He stares at me for a second and then turns me back around. "Continue cooking, Love." he walks to the bathroom while undressing. I'd be lying if I said the sight of him naked didn't make liquid pool between my thighs, but I do as he said and continue cooking. I finish cooking and he walks out of the bathroom in a towel. I see the bite mark on his shoulder, the nail marks on his neck, and scratches on his back. He looks at me with a knowing glance and then goes and gets dressed in some grey sweatpants and no shirt, he sits down opposite to me at the table. We sit in silence and eat. he keeps glancing at me and trying to get into my head, "Stop." I glare at him. He smirks "Stop what?" I roll my eyes and continue eating, not giving him the satisfaction of a response. He is practically pounding on my mind, trying to bust through my mental shields. "If you want to know something, ask, don't try and get in my head." He thinks for a moment and then says "What was that? Did it mean anything to you or were you just influenced by the water?" I freeze, why does he care? It's his fault we are like this, he did everything wrong and somehow doesn't realize it. I roll my eyes "Drop it, Riddle" he stands up and walks close to me "I'm not going to, Lestrange" I stand up and materialize a dagger out of purple magic and hold it to his throat "My name is Salem Scammander, I stopped being a lestrange when my baby was killed and my brother died." he leans into the blade daringly and says "Our Baby" "Mine! It was mine! All I ever was to you was a fuck buddy, a way to get your dick wet." I'm pressing so hard I'm drawing blood now, and he's letting me. When I realize he's not fighting me, I look at him and I see it, he hates himself for everything just as much as I do. The dagger disappears and I back away. "That was just us doing what we always do, using each other for pleasure," I sit down and eat. He walks outside.

Mattheo Riddle

Three days later