Would You Be Mine?

3. Oh You'll Do Nicely...

Cold.

So cold.

Not just the type of cold that touches your skin creating goose bumps or the kind that feels like it's seeped into your bones that it makes them ache and your teeth chatter.

This was the kind of cold that was all around you.

You could feel it in every surface, in every breath you took, as though nothing would make it ease.

Rosalie clutched her arms around herself, not remembering how she came to be in the dimly lit room. There was nothing familiar about it.

She ran to the door and tried to open it, finding it locked.

She pulled on it again, but it wouldn't budge.

Who had locked her in here?

She took a few steps backwards and covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the sobs that were welling up in her chest and throat.

Without warning, the door suddenly swung open causing Rosalie to jump and let out a small scream.

But there was no one there.

"Hello?" she called out, waiting for a response.

Nothing.

"Is...is anyone there?" she called again.

Still nothing.

Inhaling a deep and shaky breath, she put one foot forward, then another, one by one until she had reached the doorway.

Before she could register, the blackness in front of her came to life and a black winged creature stood towering over her.

Rosalie screamed in horror as its wings widened out and its arms spread themselves out wide in a welcoming gesture before it walked towards Rosalie backing her into the room until she was trapped into a corner.

Even in the low light of the room she could see the creature in front of her was...was...black.

She could see the wings clearly enough but the creature?

It seemed like a solid black mass.

No face.

No identifiable features.

But Rosalie knew enough to fear it.

Greatly.

It reached out its hands and Rosalie saw its fingers were longer than a normal human's and they hovered around her face, as if feeling it, but they did not touch her skin.

Its wings spread themselves out and began to envelop her as rasping noises gurgled from where its mouth should be.

Rosalie lost all ability to make any noise, any scream she had, died in her throat.

"Oh, you'll do nicely," it rasped, "yesssss..."

Rosalie shook her head violently.

"Harry has chosen well," it said, "I think you've been my favourite so far...and his...he just doesn't know it yet..."

"No-n-no..." Rosalie whispered.

"Such a pity that a pretty, pretty thing like you must die," it laughed, before lunging at Rosalie, its hand raking across the back of her.

Rosalie screamed and thrashed about until she felt someone grab her arms, holding her tightly.

"Rosalie! Rosalie, wake up! You're having a nightmare love!" came a deep, soothing voice.