Post by Alloy Alloy on May 27, 2006 4:44:37 GMT -5
It was time for students to have a little break from school since the New Year was coming. Though she had gone to the Christmas Ball, Contessa Riddle had left afterward to continue her vacation at home. The ball had been magical, the first ball that she had actually enjoyed going to. Maybe it was because Salvador had gone, and she spent most of the time with him? Well... all her time. Anyways, Contessa could be found in the grand library of her home, The Riddle Manor, the only house with the biggest library in the country. She had been reading a book entitled A Winter's Kiss by one of her favorite authors.
Dressed in a knee length, black skirt, and a frilly white blouse, no shoes on her feet, Contessa sat cross-legged in a royal blue clothed mahogany chair that look like a King's throne. She was engulfed in the pages of the wonderful love story. She laughed lightly, and looked up as she felt a presence in the room besides her own. It was the house elf, one of them, Richardo. "Si Richardo?" Contessa asked in Spanish. Richardo was from Spain, and only knew of his native language, however knew a little English. He simply replied,"Door." Contessa nodded, knowing what he meant. He meant that someone was waiting at the door within the house.
Contessa thought, maybe, it was Anahita Murali or Xanya Foxx, the only two death eaters that Contessa respected more than herself. A frown played at her lips when she saw it was only pathetic Draco Malfoy. She smoothed down her skirt and shirt, and running a hand through her shaggy, cropped gold hair, she made her way over to him. "Malfoy...." she greeted him A smirk had been painted upon Draco's face as he watched her gracefully waltz over to him. "Contessa, lovely as always. How are thing?" 'Cut the crap, Malfoy!" Contessa spat venomously. She could tell that he wanted something. Malfoy growled playfully, "I love it when you get aggressive, luv." Next thing Draco was holding his cheek, a red hand print underneath his pale palm. "Ooo! Hit me baby one more time," he said before pushing Contessa against the wall to the right. Contessa ended up backing into an end table, knocking over a crystal vase that had the black rose Salvador had given to her.
Contessa said a soft "oomph!" before she found herself pinned to the wall while sitting on the end table. Draco had his body pressed to Contessa, his hands creeping up into her skirt. It wasn't long until Contessa kicked him between the legs, and hit him over the head with a mirror that was behind her head. She mentally thanked Merlin for having asked Anahita to teach her self-defense moves. Draco's head lay in her lap, body limp and motionless fro the time being. "Uh.." Contessa let out a sound, pushing Draco's muscular bode to the floor.
She stood up, but only found herself back ton the floor, back up as Draco had grabbed her ankle, and pulled her down after coming back from "La La Land." Fuck! Contessa thought to herself. He's not going to give up is he?
"What do you want, Malfoy?" He didn't answer , just flipped Contessa over so that her back was not to the floor. He sat on her. With on swift movement he slapped her, leaving a bleeding claw mark on her left cheek. "Ow!" she yelled. "That's what you get Riddle. For leaving me." "What the fuck are you talking about?! We were never together you pompous freak! Now get the hell off me!" Contessa retorted. Draco rolled his eyes, smacking her again.
Contessa flinched as it was in the same throbbing spot he had hit her previously in. She bit her lip, nearly making it bleed. She was powerful in magic and hits, but she wasn't strong with pain. Draco began to kiss her neck, and Contessa went to get a piece of the broken vase, going to stab him until Draco bit her neck, not letting up. Contessa screamed out in pain, dropping the sharp crystal. When he finally did stop, and brought his head up so he could look her in the eyes, Contessa upper-cutted him in the nose, breaking it.
Draco fell to the side in pain, and Contessa got back to her feet. Suddenly, by magic, she went plowing through the hallway entrance, landing on the grand staircase that took up the middle of the massive parlor. Contessa's back had hit hard against the stairs, causing her to hear something break, but it wasn't her back. The next thing she knew Malfoy was back on top of her, her wrist in his hand. Draco twisted it, breaking it. Contessa yelped, now her wrist and some ribs were broken.
Contessa managed to get Draco off her once again, and proceeded to make her way up the stairs, limping to get her wand. She was in so much pain she had forgotten that she didn't need her wand to cast a spell or charm, she could use her hands. How ashamed the Dark Lord would be if he was there to see this. Honestly, Contessa couldn't give a rat's ass what Lord Voldemort would have to say about this.
A deep gash suddenly appeared on both of the backs of Contessa's legs, causing her to fall face first into the top of the stairs. Her nose began to bleed, but it wasn't broken. Contessa turned over, never having suspected this would have happened when she left the library to see who had been waiting for her at her own front door. Never in a million years. She began to feel some of the life escape from her body. Or was it that she was passing out from to much impact to her fragile, slender figure? Contessa pretended to have passed out in order to regain some of her strength.
Draco thought this was a good time to do his bidding, and hopped, once again, on top of Contessa's slender body. His hands moved up into her skirt,up to the waist band of the silk panties she wore. He began to slip them off, and after doing so, his fingers found themselves inside her. Playing with her. Contessa much have passed out for at least fifteen minutes because the next thing she knew Draco was thrusting himself into her. She mentally shed a tear, and punched him in the face, finally knocking him unconscious. Contessa felt violated, and could have done wicked back flips like a cat did when it got sprayed with water.
Contessa got up, grabbed her underwear, and started once again on her challenging journey up the stairs, but made it to the upstairs den without so much as another broken bone or gash on her body. "Uhh!" she let out an agonizing moan, collapsing at the edge of a couch within the room. I can't go on anymore.. she thought while lying there, a single hand resting on the arm rest of the sofa. her mind faded into total darkness as she heard a crackle of a menacing laugh.
Hours later Contessa found herself in the same spot, same position. Had no one come home to find her yet? She got up to her feet, and slowly put her knickers back on that one hand have been grasping all along. Her white blouse had blood stains on it, and was ripped all along the bottom. Her skirt had been ripped all up in front, having formed a long slit. Contessa shook her head as she remembered the laugh she had heard last before going unconscious. Jesus! she thought. He did do it! The fucking pig! I'll kill that Malfoy!
Contessa magically hemmed up her skirt, and tended to the gashes on her legs. After that she began making her way down the stairs, holding her sides because of the pain the broken ribs shot through her body. The front door had been left ajar. Glass still littered the floor, and blood stained the floor in some areas. It looked like a mass murder had taken place in her manor. No one was within sight that Contessa could see. Then again her vision had become blurry from dizziness that she felt wash over her. Contessa fell, bottom first, on to the first step of the staircase. Her head found a place in her hands. She quietly began to sob. What scared her was that Draco could have killed her, leaving Salvador by himself in the world. As well, she could possibly now become pregnant with a child by an uninvited somebody, but that was probably unlikely. She felt humiliated now that she had lost against Malfoy in this fight that had had. Contessa didn't know what she was going to do.
Dressed in a knee length, black skirt, and a frilly white blouse, no shoes on her feet, Contessa sat cross-legged in a royal blue clothed mahogany chair that look like a King's throne. She was engulfed in the pages of the wonderful love story. She laughed lightly, and looked up as she felt a presence in the room besides her own. It was the house elf, one of them, Richardo. "Si Richardo?" Contessa asked in Spanish. Richardo was from Spain, and only knew of his native language, however knew a little English. He simply replied,"Door." Contessa nodded, knowing what he meant. He meant that someone was waiting at the door within the house.
Contessa thought, maybe, it was Anahita Murali or Xanya Foxx, the only two death eaters that Contessa respected more than herself. A frown played at her lips when she saw it was only pathetic Draco Malfoy. She smoothed down her skirt and shirt, and running a hand through her shaggy, cropped gold hair, she made her way over to him. "Malfoy...." she greeted him A smirk had been painted upon Draco's face as he watched her gracefully waltz over to him. "Contessa, lovely as always. How are thing?" 'Cut the crap, Malfoy!" Contessa spat venomously. She could tell that he wanted something. Malfoy growled playfully, "I love it when you get aggressive, luv." Next thing Draco was holding his cheek, a red hand print underneath his pale palm. "Ooo! Hit me baby one more time," he said before pushing Contessa against the wall to the right. Contessa ended up backing into an end table, knocking over a crystal vase that had the black rose Salvador had given to her.
Contessa said a soft "oomph!" before she found herself pinned to the wall while sitting on the end table. Draco had his body pressed to Contessa, his hands creeping up into her skirt. It wasn't long until Contessa kicked him between the legs, and hit him over the head with a mirror that was behind her head. She mentally thanked Merlin for having asked Anahita to teach her self-defense moves. Draco's head lay in her lap, body limp and motionless fro the time being. "Uh.." Contessa let out a sound, pushing Draco's muscular bode to the floor.
She stood up, but only found herself back ton the floor, back up as Draco had grabbed her ankle, and pulled her down after coming back from "La La Land." Fuck! Contessa thought to herself. He's not going to give up is he?
"What do you want, Malfoy?" He didn't answer , just flipped Contessa over so that her back was not to the floor. He sat on her. With on swift movement he slapped her, leaving a bleeding claw mark on her left cheek. "Ow!" she yelled. "That's what you get Riddle. For leaving me." "What the fuck are you talking about?! We were never together you pompous freak! Now get the hell off me!" Contessa retorted. Draco rolled his eyes, smacking her again.
Contessa flinched as it was in the same throbbing spot he had hit her previously in. She bit her lip, nearly making it bleed. She was powerful in magic and hits, but she wasn't strong with pain. Draco began to kiss her neck, and Contessa went to get a piece of the broken vase, going to stab him until Draco bit her neck, not letting up. Contessa screamed out in pain, dropping the sharp crystal. When he finally did stop, and brought his head up so he could look her in the eyes, Contessa upper-cutted him in the nose, breaking it.
Draco fell to the side in pain, and Contessa got back to her feet. Suddenly, by magic, she went plowing through the hallway entrance, landing on the grand staircase that took up the middle of the massive parlor. Contessa's back had hit hard against the stairs, causing her to hear something break, but it wasn't her back. The next thing she knew Malfoy was back on top of her, her wrist in his hand. Draco twisted it, breaking it. Contessa yelped, now her wrist and some ribs were broken.
Contessa managed to get Draco off her once again, and proceeded to make her way up the stairs, limping to get her wand. She was in so much pain she had forgotten that she didn't need her wand to cast a spell or charm, she could use her hands. How ashamed the Dark Lord would be if he was there to see this. Honestly, Contessa couldn't give a rat's ass what Lord Voldemort would have to say about this.
A deep gash suddenly appeared on both of the backs of Contessa's legs, causing her to fall face first into the top of the stairs. Her nose began to bleed, but it wasn't broken. Contessa turned over, never having suspected this would have happened when she left the library to see who had been waiting for her at her own front door. Never in a million years. She began to feel some of the life escape from her body. Or was it that she was passing out from to much impact to her fragile, slender figure? Contessa pretended to have passed out in order to regain some of her strength.
Draco thought this was a good time to do his bidding, and hopped, once again, on top of Contessa's slender body. His hands moved up into her skirt,up to the waist band of the silk panties she wore. He began to slip them off, and after doing so, his fingers found themselves inside her. Playing with her. Contessa much have passed out for at least fifteen minutes because the next thing she knew Draco was thrusting himself into her. She mentally shed a tear, and punched him in the face, finally knocking him unconscious. Contessa felt violated, and could have done wicked back flips like a cat did when it got sprayed with water.
Contessa got up, grabbed her underwear, and started once again on her challenging journey up the stairs, but made it to the upstairs den without so much as another broken bone or gash on her body. "Uhh!" she let out an agonizing moan, collapsing at the edge of a couch within the room. I can't go on anymore.. she thought while lying there, a single hand resting on the arm rest of the sofa. her mind faded into total darkness as she heard a crackle of a menacing laugh.
Hours later Contessa found herself in the same spot, same position. Had no one come home to find her yet? She got up to her feet, and slowly put her knickers back on that one hand have been grasping all along. Her white blouse had blood stains on it, and was ripped all along the bottom. Her skirt had been ripped all up in front, having formed a long slit. Contessa shook her head as she remembered the laugh she had heard last before going unconscious. Jesus! she thought. He did do it! The fucking pig! I'll kill that Malfoy!
Contessa magically hemmed up her skirt, and tended to the gashes on her legs. After that she began making her way down the stairs, holding her sides because of the pain the broken ribs shot through her body. The front door had been left ajar. Glass still littered the floor, and blood stained the floor in some areas. It looked like a mass murder had taken place in her manor. No one was within sight that Contessa could see. Then again her vision had become blurry from dizziness that she felt wash over her. Contessa fell, bottom first, on to the first step of the staircase. Her head found a place in her hands. She quietly began to sob. What scared her was that Draco could have killed her, leaving Salvador by himself in the world. As well, she could possibly now become pregnant with a child by an uninvited somebody, but that was probably unlikely. She felt humiliated now that she had lost against Malfoy in this fight that had had. Contessa didn't know what she was going to do.