Mind Games | Tom Riddle | DISCONTINUED

Thirteen: Sinful Smiles

Marvolo Gaunt was dead.

The jet of green light lit up the room in a blinding flash, then disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

Azalea Verdine's hands trembled as she lowered her wand and looked at what she had done. Her eyes locked on the pale skin, glassy eyes, and parted lips of the man she had killed. For a split second, she felt a sense of guilt. Then, then power coursing through her veins took over, bringing a smirk to her face that was so small it was almost nonexistent.

"Well done," Tom Riddle cooed. "You've proven to me that you've got the nerve to work with me. You can carry out any deed without fail."

Hearing those words of praise made Azalea's heart flutter. She had finally proven that she was much more than a silly little schoolgirl. "So what next?" Azalea asked with a heavy breath.

"Get rid of the evidence. I wouldn't do this if our movement was well known. For now, we have to lie low," Tom explained.

Azalea's head was full of ideas. She knew that she had to make it look like an accident. "A fire. I'll make it look like the senile man left the fireplace unattended," Azalea said with determination.

She crossed the room and knelt beside the dead man. Carefully opening his mouth, she slid her wand to the back of his throat and muttered a spell. Thick smoke quickly poured from the tip of her wand into the man's throat and lungs. When it began to fill the house, Azalea stood back up. She glanced back at Tom, whose eyes were alight with interest in her actions. "Come on," she ordered, leading Tom out of the shack. "There's only room for one dead body in there."

The duo stopped in front of the quiet house, a serene peace coming over the two despite their despicable actions.

Azalea raised her wand and flicked it. Just as she intended, a jet of roaring flames shot out of the tip of her wand and engulfed the house. She snuffed the stream of flames out with a quick jerk of her wand.

Suddenly, Tom grabbed hold of her arm and twisted on the spot, sending the two through a sensation of being shrunk and stretched at the same time.

Their feet slammed into the ground, and Azalea staggered backward. She caught her breath and looked up at Tom.

"We had to get out of there before the entire town came to see what happened," he stated. Then, he looked at her in a way he never had before. All of a sudden, Tom saw a powerful woman in a black cloak with a dangerous smirk. She was doing something to him, and he knew it. No matter how much he tried to deny it, it was a fact.

There they were. Two despicably bad people standing in a forest clearing with murder on their minds. The tension in the air was heavier than ten thousand tons of steel, and the pull between the two was more powerful than both of them combined.

Tom Riddle grabbed Azalea and pulled her into a searing kiss that made her weak.

Azalea kissed him back. Tom tasted like sin, and it was delicious. After all, she thought, the worst things always felt the best. She ran her fingers through his inky black locks and gave in to every demon urging her to play this dangerous game.

Finally, Azalea pulled away. Her tousled locks fell over her shoulders, and her skin was on fire. Her lips were a lovely pink from the activities that had just occurred. She met Tom's dark eyes and smirked. "You think the scene of our crime has been cleared yet?" she asked.

"Yes. However, there's more to be done. Come, Azalea," Tom replied.

Azalea nodded. She knew from the beginning that their trip would be full of evil deeds, yet she came. Still, she was caught off guard by all that she had done in the first day. She walked towards Tom and took hold of his arm. "Let's go."