chapter five, my colour is crimson

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     TOM WAS DISTANCING himself after their little talk about the Amortentia. Evelyn didn't mind that as right now she was standing in front of Fabian and Gideon Prewett, their wands turned to her even if she was standing among four other of Tom's followers.

      A new organization was rising that was meant to prevent any reformations that might be caused by the persistent Tom Riddle. That's why Tom Riddle quickly sent a few of his best, alongside Evelyn, to teach the two members of the order that they won't be playing nicely.

     Evelyn didn't really care about the two men in front of her as she only hoped Tom Riddle will keep his end of the deal and help her fake her own death. If he won't, she will have to do everything the hard way, but she will get her own freedom one way or another. She won't become like her mother and she won't let some sort of male to dictate her life until the very end. She will make her own path.

     Beside her stood Antonin Dolohov who was announced as the cruelest followers of Lord Voldemort. The man wore a bored expression as his wand was pointed at his victims, but his stance was slumpy, his hair messy and only his look was boring her.

     The task was to get information from the two about the new order and kill them. Tom Riddle expected perfection from them. The four followers of his were eager to get a successful glance for him, but Evelyn couldn't care less about an approval from the Almighty Voldemort.

     "How many of you are there?" Antonin asked in a thick accent even if he couldn't speak an ounce of Russian and his accent was giving a headache to Evelyn already. She wanted to be done already and take a hot bath to relax her muscles.

     "It doesn't matter! We know what your leader is planning and we will stop it one way or another," one of the redheads replied and turned their wands at Antonin.

     "Either you give us information now or we can start this fight or whatever you want to call it," Evelyn sighed, pushing her coat down from her shoulders and put it on the chair that was nearby as they trespassed into some sort of abandoned house where the two redheads were followed for quite the while.

     "At least I will die with dignity... Is that what you really want? You could join us, it's not too late," one of them spoke, directly to Evelyn and she had to chuckle to herself. Were there doing so because she was wandless or because they saw her as some sort of weak and confused woman?

     "Honestly, I don't care what is going to happen—reformation or not. I am just doing my job, just like you two are," she replied, her voice soft, almost alluring as she slightly unrolled her sleeves up.

      "Is that who you are now? First the hatred for muggles? Now for those who are trying to protect them? Is blood purity so important to you?" The redheaded man spat out the words in anger. Evelyn couldn't blame him; he was protecting a cause that was important to him.

      "Only purebloods should be able to use magic— I am sure you know that," Antonin replied, before he slightly moved his wand and a green light appeared from it, directed at the two men and they quickly moved back, avoiding the spell as they moved their wands as an answer, making Tom's followers scatter around the place.

      Evelyn ducked behind a couch that was ripped in shreds, oozing sounds surrounding her whole as the dark room was lit up with variety of colours. She deeply exhaled as she raised back on her feet and she extended her hands towards the redheads and she pushed her hands into the fist, almost focusing on their heartbeats before one of Tom's morons smashed into her, making her lose balance and grab him by the collar and push him to the floor as she stayed on her feet.

      "Idiot!" She screeched as the bumping motion scratched her shirt and she didn't even notice how a light was coming towards her and she moved back to the wall, grunting in pain as a sharp pain was felt on her abdomen, but all she did was extended her hands to her victims, feeling a familiar coldness in her veins before the two redheads fell on the floor. Soon the other followers rushed to them and took their wands away.

     Evelyn hissed in pain as she couldn't believe she let one of the idiots hit her, maybe her skills were getting rustic after some time of not fighting, but now when she was facing the kneeling idiots who had their hands bounded by the others and wands pressed against their necks, she knew she was going to have some fun.

     "It took you about ten seconds to get on your knees and declaire your loss. I am here to make business, boys, not to play games. Now why don't you tell me everything about your lovely order. Give me the names and the address," Evelyn demanded as Antonin was about to step in to this interrogation, but even he didn't say a word or disagreed since everyone wanted to see what this Russian woman could do.

     "I would rather die, than tell you anything," one of them hissed out the words, his voice slightly shaking and Evelyn rolled her eyes as she raised her shirt, revealing the purple spot that was bleeding on the lower part of her abdomen and she scoffed, dropping her shirt back.

    "I want at least an apology— this really hurts," Evelyn mumbled softly as she only received glares from the two male and she shrugged, clasping her hands in front of her.

     She closed her eyes for a second and she leaned down to one of them and grabbed his one hand, ripping his sleeve into shreds as she placed her fingers on his wrist, soon enough finding his quick heartbeat. She pushed her fingers deeper, the heartbeat of his buzzing in her ears and she soon enough, simply muttered a word and the man's face twisted in pain.

     All of the others looked confused as the man in her grip was starting to turn blue, his mouth open, eyes slightly popping out from their sockets as his tongue stuck out, blood starting to ooze from his ears and eyes as he sobbed loudly and started to scream.

     "Shh, shh, dorogoy, I am just getting started," Evelyn calmly said as she released his hand, looking at the man that was starting to paint the ground in crimson and she moved her hand for the others to let him go.

      She leaned down to him, feeling the warmth of his skin as if she was him, turning cold within each second. She grabbed his cheeks, her hands getting stained with the blood coming from his mouth and the tears and she gave him a soft smile: "Apologize for hurting me," she murmured, grabbing his hand as a small knife appeared on the other one.

     Evelyn didn't even wait for him to let out a cry or to even try to apologize and she dug the tiny blade to his finger, pushing pressure on the bone and within one swift movement the index finger of his was rolling on the floor, in his own pile of blood, complimented by his wailing scream.

     "I am sorry!" The man sobbed out as his partner was just looking at the whole scene with wide eyes, fear written on his face as he knew he was next. There was no way out for them— even if they will reveal the names, they will die.

     "Did it sound sincere to you?" Evelyn turned to the other victim, meeting his terrified gaze and the teary eyes, receiving a nod from him. "Really? Because my wound does not feel better from it."

     Within these words she moved the knife onto his middle finger and with a clean move the finger ended up on the floor, releasing a louder symphony of his screams. The woman wiped the blood off to his sleeve, her whole shirt and hands bloody and she rolled her eyes. "You have eight more chances to apologize sincerely before I move onto your whole limbs. I have bigger knives, I can't wait to show them to you." Something inhumane flashed in her eyes as she was saying those words. She hasn't tortured someone in years and she forgot how quickly her cruel side could pop out.

     Is she going to have any second thoughts about killing these two men? Only that she really liked the skirt she was wearing and it will be gloomy to throw it away because the two idiots were useless.

      "I am sorry, please," the man sobbed, his face turning more blue as the blood was starting to stain his teeth, flowing down to his neck as she watched him with a non amused look.

     "We need him alive," Antonin stepped in as they still needed to follow the plan which was provided by Tom.

     "He ruined my clothes and he hurt me with his stupid spell. You have another one to torture— have fun," Evelyn replied, her voice rough as her brown eyes got clouded with anger.

     "Lord Voldemort said to get something out of them," Antonin disagreed and Evelyn huffed out in anger as she didn't care about the mission when she stood there bloody trying to receive a decent apology.

     "I really don't care," Evelyn mumbled and she squeezed her hand into a fist, feeling a second heartbeat appearing in her another hand and she squeezed another hand into her fist, making the tortured man's eyes to pop out, blowing out in the air as she turned around, a disgusted scowl leaving her lips as a loud thud of a body was heard behind her.

     "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE? He is going to kill us all because of you!" Antonin raised his wand and placed the wand against her neck, blood staining it.

     Evelyn didn't even flinched as she turned around to face him, her bored expression meeting his scared one and she shook her head, a smile creeping on her lips: "He hurted me and you have another one you can torture and kill after," she shrugged, feeling how his wand got deeper into her skin and she sighed.

     She moved her hand to the side and his wand flew away, hitting the wall behind him, making him gasp in an unexpected motion and he didn't waste a second, wrapping his hands around her neck and squeezing it tightly. Only then Evelyn noticed the craziness in the man's eyes—his wish to be perfect and to comply with every wish that Tom had. He wanted to be a loyal servant, but instead he was a total idiot, who was trying to murder her because he was afraid of Tom.

    What an idiot.

    Evelyn felt how her air-ways were getting blocked and she gasped for air, seeing the murderous smirk on the man who was trying to choke her to her death. Without wasting another opportunity, she pushed her knee with force against his crotch and pushed her hands to her chest, pushing him away.

     "Fucking BITCH!" He yelled in the accented mannerism of his, stumbling on the floor, his hands on his crotch and she let out a small tsk, looking down at the man.

     "I will kill you for this one day," she mumbled and she grabbed her coat and gave a glance to the other followers that stood there frozen, trying to process what just happened.

     That's how Evelyn made her first enemy in England.

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"WELL HELLO TO YOU too," Evelyn exclaimed, her voice soft as she placed her coat on the carpet, hearing the way the door opened to the hotel room she was staying at. She knew it was Tom and she knew he was furious.

"Dolohov told me what happened," he started, his voice low and dangerous.

"You read his mind, you mean," she turned around, revealing her bloody self as she pushed the hair back from her face and for a brief second she noticed how shook he got. She knew she looked horrible.

"I asked you to do one thing— a simple thing actually," Tom started, moving closer to her and she just simply rolled her eyes and moved away to the bathroom to clean the blood off.

"They were not going to say anything, Tom, and you perfectly knew that. Those two idiots are far too heroic to speak up even when tortured," Evelyn pointed out, grabbing a clean towel and soaking in with water.

"You killed him," Tom exclaimed.

"Don't tell me the other one is still alive," she scoffed and he stood silent and she smirked— that's what she thought.

"You didn't went on with a plan," Tom stood to his ground and Evelyn softly cleaned her face with the towel and she started to take her shirt off.

"Because the plan was huinya! That's why you didn't proceed with it yourself because you know better! The only way you can finish the order once and for all is by killing the founder." Evelyn's voice slightly raised. She just wanted to have a nice relaxing bath and not deal with this idiot.

"Don't forget that you turned to me for help," Tom pointed out, watching the way she was taking off her shirt.

"I can gladly do it without your help," Evelyn snarled at him, pushing her shirt on the ground.

"Then why did you ask for my help?"

"It's easier," she shrugged and she turned confused. She didn't care what was easier or harder in her life— she would just do it. Why did she ask for his help?

"Don't get on my bad side," his voice was low, angry even as he walked closer to her, his eyes dropping on the injury of hers before he met her eyes. His eyes were cold, but yet there was something in them she saw before— it almost looked like longing.

"I don't care anymore," she whispered, her brown eyes clashing with the ocean of his.

"You do as I say or I will let your family know about your upcoming plans," she muttered, his hand on the back of her neck, raising it for her to look at him.

"Blackmailing, huh?"

"What else can I do if you don't listen?" Tom whispered, softly stroking her hair, his fingers tangling in her curls.

"You are unbelievably determined to get me in your plans. Why?" Evelyn asked and noticed the inner fight of his.

"You are valuable," he replied and she chuckled.

"Then you should know that all valuable things come with a double persona," she placed her hands, that were slightly stained with blood on his cheeks. "I know you are not mad that I killed the man— there is something else inside of that head of yours."

"Still after my secrets, aren't you?" Tom asked, barely leaning to her touch.

"Always, Tom, always," she whispered as her heart started to beat faster, causing her to breathe in deeply— he was doing something to her and she didn't understand why.

"If you are so determined to fake your own death, why do you want to protect your family name?" Tom asked, his hands sliding down to her bare back, feeling the scars of her underneath his touch and she let out a smile.

"Once a Hawthrone, always a Hawthrone. I do not wish them any bad— before I leave I want to still seem like the obedient daughter of theirs," Evelyn replied, feeling his cold hand, trailing down her scars, his eyes slightly darker than before.

"And the scars?"

"You always have to pay the price for the magic you use," she replied and moved away from his touch and she grabbed the towel and wiped her hands in it. "And can you please respect my privacy? I wanted to take a bath before you stormed inside with your useless nagging," she groaned and dropped the towel in the sink.

Tom chuckled, dropping his head and popping his tongue into his cheek as he slightly shook his head: "Don't ever interfere with my plans again."

"Tom, dearest, I will— Unless you want me to lie."

"Watch the way you are talking with me."

"Would you prefer I would call you my lord?" She softly exclaimed the words, her smile wide as she leaned to the sink with her thighs.

"You will learn to respect me with time," he mumbled walking closer to her and he cupped her face in his cold hands and their eyes met again— that's when she saw the urge of his to always be respected and better than others.

"Let's hope that time will come when I already will be gone." Evelyn cheekily replied, feeling somehow safe in his touch even if his words were laced with venom. Yet, she still couldn't understand why he was so touchy with her when he would barely look at the women who would try to seduce him.

"You are pretty, Evelyn, very pretty," he whispered, leaning to her jawline and placing his lips there against her warm skin, shivers running on her back, "And I always get pretty things— one way or another."

His lips were inviting, as if they belonged on her skin— the warmth of hers mixing with the cold touch of his as if it was meant to be so. However, Evelyn realized only one thing apart from the way her heart started to bounce— he will not let her leave.