If I Lose Myself Tonight || Open

Damian had been out late training, learning maneuvers and spells to better himself, and now he was wiped. He found his way to the common room and quickly went to his room to get dressed. He did so and then flopped onto his bed, but for some reason could not get himself to sleep. So he swung his legs off the bed and proceeded into the common room in a t-shirt and jeans. He found himself shivering, it was always cold in the dungeons but the fire was so low right now that the common room was freezing, he wished he had brought his robes. He shrugged and made his way towards the fire, he stood on the balls of his feet, crouching towards the heat. The room was far from quiet but most conversations were occurring in dull whispers, low enough so that he could hear the two simple words spoken from behind him. He didn’t turn, it would draw attention to him. To be honest, he wasn’t even completely sure who it was behind him. Not that it really mattered. The word was all he needed.

“Beautiful isn’t it” He spoke just as softly as she had, knowing that she could hear him and no one else could. Still staring headlong into the fire, not wanting any unnecessary attention. He rubbed his hands as if he was still warming up and not holding a conversation with a mystery woman. “The way it rolls of the tongue with such velocity, such harrowing darkness” He chuckled softly and swept his hair from his eyes. He cracked his neck slowly and then stood up, he turned to look around the room. No one had noticed them, so he took the chair next to the blonde and smiled at her.

“Carovski. And what would have the Head Girl saying such a thing” He grinned at her, looking up at her through his hair, which had fallen back over his eyes. His eyes ran wild, looking over the room making sure they were out of ear shot and making sure no one would head this way. Stasja intrigued him, he had never seen her at one of the meeting but her family was pure and in a lot of ways it made sense. She should be one of them, one of us he corrected himself.

There was definitely a large amount of surprise written across the face of the Head Girl, the words that Damian had just spoken were not at all what she was hoping to hear. Hell it seemed to him that she wasn’t expecting any response at all, if hed been able to fall asleep like hed planned, she may not have gotten a response. Lucky for her the beds in the dungeons were always so damn uncomfortable. In another world, she might not have had this conversation with him, which would have been truly heartbreaking. The blonde needed him, she needed a friend. And he needed someone in power under his thumb.

Once upon a time Damian had a schoolboy crush on the Russian beauty, she was easily one of the most attractive and sexy girls in all of Hogwarts. She was beloved by almost all of the Slytherins on pure looks alone, which is probably why most people never bothered her when she became Head Girl. Between her and Frost the school was in good hands, well as far as good looking people were concerned. Both could have worked as models if they wanted, especially Carovski with her long legs and unbelievable figure. But now he saw her in a different light, he didn’t need sexual companionship, or rather he didn’t desire it, he wasn’t one to turn down a good bedding. But what he desired, what he yearned for was power, responsibility and respect. He planned to work his way up the ranks and with the first step complete, he was surely on his way.

Damian studied her face as she, as he had, scanned the room to be sure they were not over heard. No one was paying them any mind, so he relaxed, his ears carefully scanning all the time. When she spoke it was quite different then he had expected. She seemed to be almost begging him, as if she didn’t want to hear the words come out of her own mouth. He smiled at her darkly, his eyes sweeping over her robed body. “I know nothing of your...allegiance for certain, one can only…hope” He raised his eyebrows at her and grinned. He crossed his legs, crisscrossing his fingers and placing them on top. He had nothing to fear in this situation, if he was lucky he may get another in his corner, if she wasnt one of them someone sure wanted her to be. He leaned forward towards her and whispered. “Is your forearm still bear m’dear” She would be quite the ally, especially for he and Bellatrix’s new special ops group. An ally indeed.

Damian watched as her eyes closed, pain streaking across her face. She seemed to be fighting her destiny, as so many others seemed to be doing as well. They didn’t truly understand what was coming, he understood their hesitance but in time they would learn. What the Dark Lord was doing, what all of those followers were doing. They were going to cleanse the Wizarding world, return it to the glory and rightful place, to those whose blood was of the purest degree. To those who were worthy of this gift, their birthright being restored to those who stayed true to their ways.

But all of that was just the beginning of Damian Locke, he had born to one of the oldest wizarding families and was grown in the old ways. Pure blood was everything to the Lockes and Damian was the perfect son, reinforced by how imperfect his younger sister was. He had also been blessed with a cunning mind and the fiercest dueling skills in all of Hogwarts. With the training he was now receiving from the Dark Lord’s upper echelon, he and Bellatrix were on their way to becoming of the utmost importance to the Dark Lord, minute by minute. Recruiting someone else to their advanced team could be helpful, especially someone as strong as Stasja, she would be quite the asset.

He watched as the beautiful girl across from him, rolled her sleeve up and shown the bare skin. He grinned, he had assumed as much but he was glad to know that she seemed to understand. He heard her speak and his grin grew, he placed his hand on his robe and prepared to pull it up. But as he looked over her shoulder he saw two classmates who seemed to have noticed him. He flashed his eyes back to her, placing his hand on her bare skin and leaning in, kissing her softly. While he was only doing it to explain the awkward situation they were in, he couldn’t help but enjoy the softness of her lips. As he pulled away from her, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet, walking her towards the dorms. As he passed the two guys he winked, they returned it with a laugh. As they got to the hallway he spun and pushed her up against the wall. Rolling his sleeves up as she was pinned, he grinned as the mark came into the light. “Like what you see?” He winked and nodded to her.

Damian felt the blonde return his kiss and there was a part of him that was shocked. Pleased but shocked. He hadn’t expected her to return the kiss, no matter how brief a kiss it had been. Her lips were cold but so was everything else in this damn dungeon with the fire built up so low. He felt her eyes widen and wondered if she had just realized what it was that she was doing, no matter. Before she could refuse him or make a scene, he pulled her to her feet.

He held her strong against the wall, if either of their housemates had decided to follow them they would see him pressing her against the wall. Neither of their bodies would be exposed to wandering eyes so he was far from worried, he was so sure of himself that he pulled his sleeve. “My apologies for being so forward m’dear, wandering eyes seemed to have found some interest in your bare skin” He continued to pull on his sleeve, revealing the skull, the snake cleverly moving throughout the eyes of the skull, a chilling sight and one that expressed true loyalty and power.

Her question made him grin wickedly, receiving the mark had been painful but his rush of adrenaline and excitement had overpowered the feeling and allowed it to seem almost euphoric. “A little at the beginning, but eventually in subsided to bliss” He spoke softly as if he were reciting poetry, an old text filled with a love story and not the beginnings of wickedness and evil. “Beautiful isn’t it? So intricate. So telling” He licked his lips softly, still able to taste her lips on his. Somewhere deep inside he had a yearning to kiss her again but he behaved himself, he had restraint. Some and very little, but he did indeed have some.

Damian followed her gaze, watching her pale bare skin, like a blank easel ready for a true artist to come along. Of course Damian couldn’t be that artist for her but at the very least he could help her own her way to earning the mark that sat upon his forearm. Her eyes turned from her own skin and found his, he return her smile softly and looked deep into her eyes. In the darkness he could see her fear, he understood her fear but he himself knew how freeing, how much of a rush giving in was.

As she voiced her fears, he let his hand wander to her forearm, rubbing softly the spot where she might eventually receive her own mark, his fingers barely touching but moving in the pattern in which the snake moved through the skull. He nodded at her, never breaking their eye contact and his smirk grew on his face. “It’s understandable of course but” He paused for dramatics and even took a slight breath, he was quite the talented actor and currently he was portraying a caring friend leading a distraught young woman to her destiny. To power and incredible glory, he was doing her a favor. All the while increasing his own power and strength within the Death Eater ranks. “Is it really all that scary?” He never thought of it as ownership, he was loyal to himself, to Bella and when it served his own purposes to the Dark Lord. But the idea seemed to excite the blonde in front of him, even as she spoke of her fear of it.

His body still pressing on hers, he used his free hand to fall across her face slowly. Stopping at her chin, grasping softly and turning her face towards him. “Giving in to someone. Trusting them with your life. Pure and absolute loyalty. Is there really fear to be found there?” He stared at her, their faces just a matter of feet from each other. He was determined to show who was in charge, convincing her to join him and Bella was crucial now. The Utmost importance.

Her eyes found his in the darkness, his state unrelenting. Damian was in control of this situation, of himself and right now he controlled her. There was no escaping him and he was going to get what he wanted, whether she need convincing or not. He held her chin tightly, insuring that she couldn’t move from his grasp without coming towards him. When she spoke again he knew he had her, she spoke of fear before but this was something that she wanted, something that appealed to her natural needs as a woman. As she spoke again he felt her pull on his shirt, and he let her pull him closer. His lips fell slowly over hers, not kissing her just yet but rather brushing across, teasing her slightly. He slid his lips across again before pulling away so that he could see her eyes again. He placed one hand on the small of her back, the other found it’s way through her hair and clamped onto the back of her neck. With his hand he turned her head slowly before descending upon her neck. He kissed the base of her neck, where the collarbone meets, slowly with an open mouth. He moved up towards her throat, breathing softly on her skin in between kisses.

He slowed down ever further as he moved higher and higher on her neck. Feeling her pulse increasing with every passing second, every kiss sends shocks throughout her body. As he positioned his head to move up further he let his bottom row of teeth scrape softly against her skin, before planting another kiss. With every passing second, if he was as good as he believed himself to be, she was becoming more and more his. She was giving herself over to him, trusting him and allowing him more and more control. He squeezed he lower back, pulling her deeper into him as his lips found hers again. The kiss was deep and passionate, and his hand found itself twirled in her hair now. Keeping her close. He pulled away by barely a centimeter, breathing heavily on her lips. “Still scared?”