(Oh! Sorry!
I kept posting it so I wouldn't lose it. I'll post 'em all at once. ;-) )
Warning: Violence ahead.
She held onto the hope that she could best him. Or find someone to help her. She knew the centaurs lived far in the forest. She didn't want to run into them either, but maybe they'd help, if she could explain. She kept running, knowing in her heart that no one was coming. No calvary riding on horses, no bugles, no fanfare. She didn't want to die. She wouldn't die!
She heard a pop in front of her before colliding with something solid. She fell back, landing on the ground hard. Her wand flew from her hand. She dove for it, crying out as her arm was kicked away. She rolled over, holding out her other hand and using all her strength to summon her wand to her. "Accio Wand!" she cried.
It flew to her hand and she staggered to her feet, apparating away. She disapparated to another part of the forest. It was dark and still. She could sense the danger.
The pop behind her caused her to spin around. She cast the conjuctivitis curse at him but before the last of the words were out of her mouth, he'd unleashed a spell that sent her flying back ten feet. When she landed, the breath was knocked from her. She could feel a rib crack. She lay there, recoiling from the pain, pressing her face into the earth to stifle her hoarse cries.
His boots crunched on the leaves and twigs, slowly coming toward her. She saw them enter her vision and struggled to catch her breath to send another curse his way. In a movement so fast she didn't see it, he'd grasped her wand and held it in his other hand.
"Don't ever," he kicked her in the side, "make me," another swift kick, "chase you again." His boot connected with the side of her head, her vision swam and her stomach recoiled at the pain.
She cried out and hunched in on herself. She was too dizzy to make much sense of anything. She felt him grab her hand and start to drag her across the rough floor.
Before she knew what was happening, they were back in their apartment. He roughly tossed her into one of the chairs, her head banging on the hard back. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't focus to cast any magic.
He dragged a chair over until he sat in front of her. He put his face agonizingly close to hers, their noses almost touching. Her world was filled with his black eyes. His evil eyes.
"You stupid b1tch," he said softly. He ran a bloody hand down the side of her cheek. "You gave me one too many chances. So many times...so stupid, so foolish,"he whispered, gazing at her almost lovingly. It was a sick mockery of what they'd once shared.
She tried to turn her face from his but his hand cruelly gripped her chin. "Am I repellent to you now? No matter," he said, shrugging. "I've got a new ladylove." He laughed when her eyes watered. "Oh yes. A pureblood too. Not one with muddied blood, like yours. Didn't you ever wonder why we never had children?" His voice was sympathetic. "It's because I wouldn't allow it. A child?" he laughed harshly. "With you?"
She cried out, lunging at his face, tearing at his cheeks with her fingernails. He cried out and backhanded her. Her head connected with the back of the chair once again. It lolled on her shoulders, her hair coming forward to cover her face.
He cast a healing charm on himself before lighting another clove cigarette. His cough was gone, she noticed in some detached part of her brain. He took a drag then blew the smoke in her face. She coughed hoarsely, tears racing down her cheeks.
"All those late nights...so trusting, Cecily. Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater,"he said in a sing song voice. He rolled up his sleeve and shoved his left forearm into her vision. The sight of the black snake made her heave. She leaned over the side of the chair and vomited. His laughter rang throughout the room. He cast a cleansing charm once she'd sat back up. "Scourgify!" Bubbles poured out of her mouth, choking her. She saw black spots before he finally cast finite. She coughed and gagged, sagging back into the chair.
"A leopard never changes their spots...,"he sat back, musing and puffing on his cigarette. "You know, I honestly did love you once. Until I woke up." He flicked ashes onto the floor. "Woke up from this hellish nightmare. This domesticity you forced upon me." His voice was cold, the quietness of it alarming her more and more.
"But that will soon change," he whispered, slapping her across the face. "You'll all beg us for mercy before we're done." He grabbed her hair and forced her face to his.
"Don't...,"she forced out through gritted teeth.
His mouth crashed down on hers. He kissed her hard for a moment before flinging her away from him. "You're of no use to me now. Don't worry, I won't kill you." His laughter filled her ears. "By tomorrow, you won't remember any of this." His grin widened, his face sadistic. The last thing she saw was the glowing tip of his cigarette coming toward her eye.
Cecily awoke in bed, stretching. Her hand felt something on Bearse's pillow. She groggily rolled over and lazily read the note before falling back onto her pillow, crestfallen.