His Servant 2 | HP/ Twilight

8. Old Friend, New Enemy

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"Going somewhere?" A familiar voice startled me from behind, I whipped around and nearly had a heart attack at who I saw.

"Alex?" There he stood, right in front of me, smirking with his muscular arms folded across his chest. "What are you doing here?"

I couldn't think why my Hogwarts crush would be here of all places, in my fathers house full of devious Death Eaters.

"Annie, aren't you happy to see me?" Something was off about how he said my nickname that made me take a small step back, underneath the playful tone I could a detect a hint of malice, and the look he had in his eves was far from the kindness he showed at school.

"Why are you here?" I tried again and cursed when my voice shook slightly.

"I'm here to escort you to your father, I believe a decision has been reached."

"Y-you mean you..." I felt the blood pounding in my ears as my brain fought to grasp the torrents of new information, I swear it was about to explode.

"Yes Annabelle, I work to make this world a better place. Whether that's with your father or another benevolent leader." He sounded like a Nazi propaganda poster.

I stood and stared at him in shock and horror.

"How could you do this? To Jezebel? What about Jace? They trusted you!" He let our a derisive laugh at my statement.

"They have no care for the future of the wizarding race, it was only a matter of time before they joined the losing side, I wasn't going to be dragged down with them."

This side of Alex scared me, I had never seen him show this side of him, nor even knew it existed. No hint of hesitation or remorse appeared on his features.

"Now, hurry up, he's waiting." Stepping forward, Alex grabbed my arm and roughly dragged me out of the room.

"Where are you taking me?" He ignored me and continued dragging me down the hall.

"Alex stop! You have to help me out of here!" He spins around to look at me.

"Why do you want to leave Anna? You of all people should consider themselves lucky. He trusts you, that's an honor few could boast!"

"I need to get out of here Alex! I can't do this anymore! The killing! The pain!" I was begging him to let me go, begging to the last shred of the thoughtful guy I knew at school. The mere thought of remaining where I was terrified me and the darkness that had taken my soul seemed to have relinquished its hold on me and my mind was now clear.

"That's a price you'll just have to pay Annabelle! It's what you do to succeed! Do you want to die?"

He seemed to be utterly unaffected by my words, like killing innocent people had no effect on him.

"Yes! Yes I'd rather die than continue what he wants me to do!" The thought of death would normally have frightened me but now it felt like the best route. Everything would be gone, the guilt, the depression, everything would be numb.

"You want to die?" He asked incredulously. Then his face hardened. "You obviously aren't as loyal to this cause as everybody thinks... maybe I'll do you one last favour." His hand snakes into his pocket and he draws out a knife. It was a beautifully carved artifact with a shining silver hilt, carved to perfection.

"Alex, what are you doing?" I wondered briefly why he didn't use his wand, but all rational thought flew out of my head when he lunged at me, pining me with his body to the wall, the dagger pressed up to my throat. I froze.

"I'm putting you out of your misery!" He snarled and went to move the knife across my throat. Panicking I brought my knee up between his legs, hard. He let out a choked gasp and loosened his hold slightly. That was all I needed to push him off me and fumble for my wand in my pocket. Unfortunately I overestimated the time it would take for him to recover and he was back on me before I could blink. His left fist swung and connected painfully with my jaw, jolting my whole neck and head backwards, causing me to fall back onto the tiled hall. I felt something crack but didn't get much time before he was at me again, but this time the dagger was back in his hand and his body was on top of me preventing my escape. As he brought it down, I grabbed his forearm, pushing it away and attempting to wriggle out from beneath his body. He was a lot bigger than me and he was angry. In a moment of inattentiveness he managed to free his arm and brought it down to my unprotected stomach. I felt the blade slide through the soft skin and flesh, temporarily stunning me. Was this it? My time to die? But something was telling me to fight. Fight through the rising agony in my stomach, fight through my deranged former friend, fight for him, for Kai. Alex had risen off me now and was kneeling beside me, his chest heaving as his eyes fixed onto my torso. I could feel the blood begin to spill onto the floor. He knew the fight was won.

"He's going to kill me...what have I done?" Alex began to mutter to himself, looking increasingly horrified as the reality of what he had done settled in him. I moved my hand down further to my wound and I laid there, paralysed by the intense emotions swelling in me.

Alex seemed to snap out of it and regain his senses, casting one last look at me, he rose to his feet and walked swiftly down the hall. For a few more minutes I stayed down on the ground planning my next move and getting a level head. The pain was now reaching the unbearable level and my breathing was becoming irregular. I knew I had to get out of here, but how was the question. The floo network wasn't an option and there was no civilisation near the manor, my only option was apparition, and you couldn't do that until you left the perimeter of the Malfoy grounds. The bleeding hadn't stopped and I came to the uncomfortable solution of applying as much pressure as I could onto the wound. First however, the knife had to be removed.

I could taste the blood on my lips, and gagged, I rested my hands on the hilt and steeled myself. At any time someone could come walking down this hallway and find me so I had to hurry. Without giving myself any more time to think about it, I gritted my teeth and pulled the knife with all my strength. It slid out with a disgusting wet sound and before the pain eased I pressed my open palm hard against the hole, stemming the flow of blood. Holy f#ck it hurt.

I let out a small moan of pain before agonizingly pulling myself up off the ground. I used my free hand to steady myself against the wall before stumbling down the hall to the small door that I cold access through the kitchen, no one went down their during meal time, all the servants would be assisting breakfast and eating their own food.

The small door opened into the front garden and the sun shone on my face as I stepped out into the fresh air. I had to squint after being in the darkened mansion for so long. Immediately, I made for the gravel drive that would let me out of the front gates and prayed that there were no guards on watch. Despite my best efforts to stop the blood, it still slipped between my fingers, dropping onto the white pebbled ground. Unladylike grunts issued from my mouth and I tried my best to block out the pain. It was awful, something I would never even with on my greatest enemy. Sweat beaded on my forehead at the exertion. Just up ahead I saw the wrought iron gates, a beacon for my freedom. Glancing back I could see no sign of alarm and I exhaled. I reached out for the latch and pulled the gate open. Blood smeared onto the handle, not long now. I had crossed the border and without waiting, I turned on the spot, darkness engulfing me.

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