Immortal

By cedar

A.N Hey this is my 1st fan fic, and was inspired by the song "my immortal" by Evanescence. It's probably going to me quite dark, and I'll try not to make draco all soft and nice. He's much better being bad! Hope you like the story, and please send reviews!

Disclaimer: Do you have to ask? Unfortunately am not J.K Rowling and instead am a very poor student, so please don't sue.

Chapter 1: Alone

"I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you just leave Because your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase"

My immortal - Evanescence

Long white fingers tract the groove on the dark wood desk: taking its winding path towards the glinting dagger. On making contact with the cold silver metal the elegant fingers curled around the handle. Fingertips caressed the details engraved onto it, familiarizing themselves with the periodic swells produced from the scales on the two intertwining snakes. "Beautiful." Just like him. Cold, harsh but beautiful.

Breaking the grip around the cylindrical handle a single finger began to run along one of the sharpened edges of the blade, exerting more pressure, until finally skin was slit and blood was spilt. The pent up pain held inside for so long was finally being released. The finger pressed harder and harder, covering the shiny surface with a blood red blanket. Maybe if it were left longer all the pain would go away, her heart wouldn't hurt anymore and he wouldn't haunt her. If. If she had ignored him, if she hadn't felt the need to play the saviour, if she had never been a witch. Ifs were useless, they brought no comfort.

Holding the tip of the blade and raising her arm the dagger was brought several inches from the desktop. Shafts of light that were lucky enough to pass through the gap between the closed drapes were caught on the blade surface and thrown onto the desktop. Rotating the tip clockwise and then anti - clockwise the lone figure became entranced by the movement of the reflected light rays. The periodic blood drops from the dagger hitting the surface creating the only sound in the room. Starting from the pool of blood, which was slowly seeping into the wood grain staining it, she tracked its course backwards. Eventually she could see glimpses of her own brown eyes being captured on the blade surface. He always said her eyes gave her away, telling him exactly what she was feeling. Now they were screaming with emotions; anger, love, pain. Slowly the chocolate hues began to die as shades of gray silver crept into their space, taking over it. Brown eyes now met those of silver and the dagger was dropped, clattering as it met the wood. The noise reverberated within the large empty study, accompanied with the sobbing coming from the woman curled up on the cushioned chair.

A.N Sorry if it's too short but felt it was best if I stopped there, next chappie should be up soon. Don't forget those reviews, all are welcome the good, the bad and the darn right ugly. Bye for now. Oh and hope my grammar and spelling was alrite