"Sweetheart, you are the badger, I am the snake, but in this chase, I am the predator and you are my prey." With that he moulded their lips together, sealing their fates permanently. (Chapter 20) ~*~ She was a girl who wanted nothing more but to fade away in surroundings, he was a boy who wanted to be known by everyone. She was a girl who wanted to be invisible, he was the boy who wanted to rule them all. She was a girl who wanted nothing to do with him, he was a boy who wanted to do everything with her. He was Tom Riddle, but God who was she? P. S. Extended summary within. ~*~ © 2017-2020 _nomad_ © © This story is copyrighted, so no stealing. No part to be reproduced in any form anywhere, without the written permission of an author. © "The Harry Potter characters are borrowed from J. K. Rowling." "Images belong to their rightful owners." ~*~ Highest rank #421 in fanfiction as on 01/05/2018 and #1 in Harry Potter. Thank you so much, my wonderful readers. It was impossible without you.

"Why are you so Damn calm around me?" His voice turned angry and more forceful, that civilised moment we had faded. He Stared at me intensely, pining me against a near by tree. If one of us moved any closer than we were, our lips would have been locked together. I tried not to let my fear control my breathing which was already irregular as it was. "Because I know you won't kill me" ***

February 19th, 2018 He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable. He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another. He looked at me, truly looked at me. My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand. I will have her keep working with him. He will speak. February 23rd, 2018 He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday. March 13th, 2018 Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on. March 27th, 2018 My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him. April 4th, 2018 He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this? April 5th, 2018 Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death. I am a coward. April 6th, 2018 I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.