His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

All Hallow's Eve l

His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

31st October 2016
Monday

Aileen

I was painfully aware of the four sets of eyes blatantly staring down at me even before attempting to open my eyes, but nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see when I mustered up the strength to do so.

I found myself laying on a bed in the far corner of the Hospital Wing, staring up at a blond- red eyed Vampire clothed in wine red silk robes, blood dripping from the corners of his crooked smile, as some sort of undead demon Ninja with long black braided hair, ominous black eyes wearing a bloody midnight blue kimono looked town at me with worried eyes.

"A- are those stab wounds on your chest Daniel?" I managed to croak out whilst desperately trying to hide my obvious bewilderment as I sat up on the bed.
"Told you that it would scare him!" Aberforth whispered excitedly and sat down at the end of the bed.
"Seems more confused than scared to me..." Daniel muttered, as he watched me get out of bed.

How did I even get here?
The last thing I remember before blacking out is Salazar Slytherin's voice from the back of the dark room.

"Is it Halloween already, or do the two of you have something to tell me?"
I asked the two, as I tied my shoes and searched for any signs of the nurse or Momo.
"James found you laying unconscious in the middle of a corridor on the sixth floor."

"I never thought that I would ever say this, but thank Merlin for James."
I said with a light smile, as the three of us left the Hospital Wing.

Cordelia

"Aah! Ngh-ha,ha-ah!"
"Stay still!"
"Aah! It hurts,stop it- ngh!"
"Just hold up ok?"
"Ha,ah,ngh-ah..."

I was slumped on my bed, my midriff tight as a board, Juliet's foot on the small of my back holding the laces to the corset of my dress.
"I...can't....breath..." I gasped as Juliet firmly tied the laces.
"Quit your whining, it's suppose to be this tight," Juliet replied brightly as she straightened up.
"It's not like you're going to be dancing anyways."

You could've-

"How am I supposed to chase prats away from Rose if I can't even breath?" I demanded,pushing away the tempting thought to You-Know-Who.
"You have a sword, C."

The sword was part of the pirate cosplay Juliet rigged for me, though I couldn't see why any self respecting pirate would wear this-a tight bodice, long flowing skirts that could ensnare the quickest feet and puffy sleeves that could catch on a candle. Under careful instructions I had painted my face white and let my long, dark hair loose so I resembled a pirate ghost.

That probably died of lack of oxygen.

"You look great, Juliet," a quiet voice said.
"Aiyeee!! What in the name of-" shrieked Juliet.

I snapped my head forward, and my mouth fell open.
Standing in the green tinted light stood a painfully thin, pale figure,dressed in a white Japanese kimono, partially stained with-what I hope- is fake blood. Her long bangs concealed most of her face, but a thin stream of red could be seen dripping from her mouth. To complete the look she held a blood stained katana in her hand.

"Rose? Is that you?" I breathed, hoping that it was and not a Japanese phantom.
"Ah, is my costume that realistic?" The thin mouth curved into a smile that could send demons running back to hell.
"Cut it out, you're scaring the crap outta me! What the hell, are you trying to get During to crap his pants in front of everyone?" Juliet demanded and directed her gaze to me, to which I shrugged helplessly.