How We Fell (Severus Snape Fanic)

Chapter 1

The loud music causes the glasses and bottles of alcoholic beverages to rock on the shelves. Threatening to fall to the polished marble floor and shatter all over the ground. Through the luxurious crystal beaded curtains, a woman gazes over the crowded dance floor like a lioness ready to prance on its prey.

Her eyes immediately interlock with hazel orbs that were filled with lust the moment they intertwined. Making her way down the flight of stairs that were nearly impossible to get through with the many intoxicated muggles. The club here was a way for anyone to satisfy their needs. Either it is to get drunk enough to forget all your problems for as long as the alcohol runs in your system or for a need of another's company to help satisfy a particular hunger. Her mini silver sequin dress barely reaching midway to her knees. Walking through the swarm of sweaty bodies and towards the bar, in need of a drink. Aware of the hazel orbs that followed her movements every step of the way.

"Why, hello there stranger." His husky, seductive voice laced with the smell of liquor.

"Hello." Her rich French accent was enough to make the man's knees give out. The sudden excitement of hearing a fresh voice.

"Have we met?" The man now standing in front of the woman. Less than half a foot of height difference.

"I'm afraid not." The man raises her fist to his lips.

"Really? You look... familiar." Quirking a brow at the mysterious woman. Eyes admiring her young appearance. Pale skin, toned legs, and arms. Platinum Blonde hair. Her breasts slightly peaking from the v neck of the dress. But her baby blue eyes stole his breath away.

"I'm not from here." Suddenly, a drink is in front of her. The bartender winking at the tall man with a visible smirk.

"Would you care to share with me?" Reaching over her shoulder to pick up the drink.

"That depends. Are you going to kidnap me?" Chuckling before downing the whiskey in one swallow.

"No." He licks his lips to taste the remnants of the alcohol.

"Unless that's something you're into." Her white teeth glisten from the rays of the club lights.

"Well, as long as we're somewhere quiet." His eyes turn dark instantly.

"Yes. somewhere private..." His voice drifts a bit as he directs his eyes to her chest.

Groans and moans fill the empty bedroom. Sheets ruffled and pillow sprawled over the bed. Lust and greed circulating in the air.

"Take off the mask. I want to see your pretty face." The man reaches for the engraved solid mask that conceals her face as she dodges his weak movements. Continuing to grind on his fully clothed body. His words slur from intoxication. She reaches over for the whiskey glass that was nearly done. Stealthily pouring the tiny vial into the cup.

"Want another?" Bringing the glass to his face. His big drunk smile comes into view. Nodding as she moves the glass to his mouth. Watching him swallow the liquid observantly. The moment he finishes, violent coughs erupt from within. The blonde woman jumps off him and back steps to watch. His body jerking harshly while twisted in the sheet. Wheezing and spitting out blood.

"Help!" He chokes while collapsing to the ground knocking over the bedside lamp. A loud thump, glass shattering, and coughs replace the moans. With all his remaining strength, he turns onto his back.

"Oh, Philip." The woman tuts as she holds the mask in her palm. Squatting to meet his hazel orbs again. The man's eyes go wide at her change of appearance. Blonde hair fading into a flaming red. Freckles appearing on her pale cheeks one by one. Blue orbs changing into bright green ones. He knew what she had taken to deceive him.