Before I Decay

[Milena La Fleur]

Monsters rule the night and cloud the stars, turn them into millions of eyes that strike fear into the delicate soul. Milena didn't have a delicate soul (the main verb being in past tense). Nor did she have monsters, having hidden herself away beneath layers of blankets and covers when she was a child. It was funny how a mere two days could rock a perfectly balanced card tower and tear it asunder. It was even funnier how so many things suddenly became so clear, yet she became even more confused the clearer they became. Trying to make sense of it all kept her up at night, swirled her thoughts into uneasy spirals. Was she scared of nightmares coming back to haunt her? Was she scared of feeling water fill up her lungs as though she were a mere glass that needed to be filled to the brim?

There was a song that Milena's mother used to listen to called "Who Needs Sleep", which was all about insomnia. The song was all fun and games, but Milena understood it more than she wanted. It was nearly three in the morning, and she should be sleeping, or at least studying. Anything aside from what she was doing, especially since what she was doing could get her into a hell of a lot of trouble if she was caught. Milena was only human. No matter how cold people thought she was, no matter how indifferent she may appear, she was still a complex being. Complex beings get scared sometimes. Complex beings experience contradictory feelings one could not put to order. After years of shoving away these contradictory feelings, ignoring them as if they never existed inside her, it was getting difficult to just ignore them anymore. It had been easier before. She didn't allow relationships to take their toll on her, minimized intimate contact with fellow complex beings to very little or none at all. The biggest success story of her life was her ability to turn her face into a blank canvas; stolid, vacant.

The dungeon corridors were empty, and most were even barren of pictures, so Milena wasn't very worried. She wasn't going to go far, she just couldn't stay cooped up in the common room, or the dorm listening to the other girls snore. She couldn't sleep, and she had the energy that required her to release it. So she wandered, her ears perked and alert for any sounds, and her eyes open for any movement in the darkness as she tried not to make much sound. It was a little cool for her dark green pajamas, but her steps were quiet and her feet were warm wrapped in the fuzzy tiger paw slippers, so she just wrapped her arms around herself as she continued to wander.

Out of Character:

I was obviously bored, join me.

 

[Dante Vrael]

Flashed of memories attacked Dante's mind as he sat in bed, unable to sleep or relax. These sleepless nights seemed to be coming more and more often, and they haunted Dante, to his very bone. He used to be a good kid, and nice kid, but those days seemed so far behind him. So far beyonf reconciliation... He had changed in more ways that he had cared to imagine, tearing his heart out, and stabbing it against the wall. He showed no emotion, no mercy, and above all, no love. He had hurt people, for fun, and he had revelled in it, and yet, most nights it haunted him, plaguing his sleep and causing him to have sleepless nights. He sighed to himself, holding his wand in his hands, the wand that had been the cause of so many people's pain. Why had he changed so? Chaned from the loving, caring and charming boy his mother had loved. His mother... She seemed a distant memory to him now, a mere dream. He hadnt much liked his father, but he had cherished his mother when she had lived. And now she was gone, and he didnt know who had taken her from him.

He ran a hand through his hair as he pulled back the sheets, sliding out of bed and pulling some jeans on. He went with his flenno jacket, because is had a warm fabric, and some skate shoes because they were easy to put on, and after grabbing his wand, exited the dorm. No one stirred as he made his way though the common room, still haunted by his dreams. Or were they nightmares? Dream were good things, where the story always had a happy ending. The boy gets the girl, the prince rides of into the sun with his princess, and the boy finds his mother. But there was no happy ending for him. There was no sunset, no girl, and above all, no mother. He was alone, save for his uncle, who had taught him to be malicious, and cruel. He was destined for greatness, but of a dark kind. He was drawn from his thoughts by footsteps. "Who's there?" he called through the dark, raising his wand.

 

[Milena La Fleur]

But all of that was slowly falling apart. The tugs and tears at the seams of her sanity were weak yet, but she could feel them. The nightmares started the first night she got out of the dungeon. God, she couldn't even remember that much of it. And then London came. Even if it was nice to be away from Hogwarts, the nightmares still didn't go away. It might have driven her insane... if not for the illicit goods in the flat they lived in. She always looked down on drinking, bingeing, drugs. They were for people that couldn't handle themselves. Was she one of those people now? Milena entered the dungeons warily, not having entered the vicinity since the night of the ordeal.

A voice echoed in her ear, somehow annoying. She then decided to see who it was.If Milena didn't possess the uncanny ability to remain calm, she might have been highly affronted by the casual response the boy had given her. Where a slightly cross expression might have flitted onto the average person's face, Milena's remained stolid, eyes boring into the boy's eyes like they were the pages of an open book that she had yet to read. "Boo." she hissed in a low yet distilled voice. The boy looked quite older than him, she wasn't that interested with the students inside Hogwarts that she decided to pull herself out of the peers.Somehow Milena forgot that she was wearing her fuzzy slippers along with her pajamas but that didn't stopped her to be in front of the boy as she took steps forward nearer.

 

[Dante Vrael]

Dante viewed the girl standing in front of him, raising an eyebrow at her attire. He was curious, as to who she was, and why the hell she was out at this time of night. But then again, he was out here too, was he not. After studying her a few moments longer, he lowered his wand, and pocketed it. The fire that was burning in on the lamps on the wall gave the corridor a luminous effect, which Dante liked very much. "What are you doing out here?" he asked, curious. "Wait, thats your business, not mine." he added, shaking his head and turning away. He didnt know the girl, and wasnt sure what she was like, but he wasnt all that in the mood to meet new people.

He sighed and walked a little down the corridor, and sunk down against the cold brick wall, hoping to clear his mind and relax a little. He felt someone sick after the nightmares, having flashes of people he had seen his uncle killed. "Im losing my cool..." he said in a soft, worried tone to himself, perhaps just a little to loud.

 

[Milena La Fleur]

Milena knew very well that the boy was staring at her because of her outfit, who wouldn't look at her pajamas at a night like this. It was actually his first time to see the boy around the school. The boy eventually started to talk to himself, it was quite creepy for a boy talking to himself. It made Milena remember Daryl Black the loser who caused the lose of points for the Slytherin House Points. Before she could even say a word to the boy, he instantly went away leaving her alone in the Dungeons. Milena started to wander more, walking back and forth until she was along a corridor. It was probably still early and that gives her more time to stroll around the castle. Trouble didn't like Milena that much, she never did got caught for sneaking out of her room.

No one even remembered her name and most of of all, she didn't had friends. Though she was used to the idea of being alone didn't stopped her from being mean to other people. She knew that her mother would be very disappointed, but it seems that she was following the footsteps of her father who was a Death Eater. Out of nowhere Milena heard a voice of a boy, it was the the same voice he heard minutes ago. "As if you have any cool in you." she hissed crossing her arms hiding in the dark.

 

[Dante Vrael]

Dante heard her smart ass remark, and his anger that had been building up from the nightmares burst. He was up from where he sat in an instant, wand drawn and anger seething through his eyes. "Do you know who i am, girl?" he hissed at her, a cunning grin on his face, showing the tortured rage he felt. "I am Dante Vrael, head of the Dark Elites. Open your milthy mouth again, and your life is over." he said, laughing at her stupidity. He could had destroyed her on the spot, but he enjoyed throwing his new title around, and watching the victums of the threat cower in fear. The Dark Elites werent exactly Death Eaters, but they were a smaller faction, and were still to be feared. He glared at her, and pocketed his wand, trying to control his anger before it got him more unneeded attention.

 

[Milena La Fleur]

Slytherin will be Slytherin, and form the sounds of it the boy was a Slytherin as well. "I don't care who you are, and obviously you don't even know who you are." Milena heard the boy that he was the Leader of the Dark Elites. Oh please, an insolent boy like this a leader of the DE's is too bad to be true. Milena couldn't help herself not to compare Daryl Black with the boy. They were both crazy and out of their mind. She wasn't impressed at all, she hated everyone and didn't cared at all. Sure she is a member of Dark Elites but that didn't gave her pride or anything. Milena opened her mouth again, teasing the boy. "Kill me? Really? You don't want to waste your time on me.. Believe me." she said in a sarcastic voice followed by her hand gestures.The boy was mad like a hatter, he must be dreaming up to now. Milena haven't practiced her American accent, after all she loved her her English accent.

Now Milena was awake, she didn't bothered to move if the boy would kill her. After he'll be the one needing the help after he would kill her. She looked at him straightly, smiling as if she was teasing him.