WE REVEL IN THE FLAMES

Nerezza wanted to kill her. Every vein and artery inside of her body was screaming in horrible anger at how this girl was simply mocking her, refusing to remember her! It was simply asinine. The girl was foolish to behave in such a way towards one of the most corrupted people on the planet! Did she not realize that everything the Italian did was out of rashness and illogical reason? She was a woman of pain and death, desperate for the blood of others to be smothered all across her skin and to taste that metallic sweetness through her tongue and straight to her toes. Watching the pathetic creature in front of her with disgusted black eyes, Nerezza gnashed her teeth wildly, her fury growing by the second. All she could see was red. What was wrong with Moor? How could she have so easily forgotten about the woman that had caused her so much pain? How was it possible? The only rational thing the Italian could think of was that a very strong Memory charm must have been cast over the girl. But, was there any chance of repairing such loss? Nerezza could only hope.

With a beautifully terrifying smile, Nerezza watched as the crimson liquid flew like a river down Moor's stomach, drenching her with blood. It was a gorgeous sight, if Nerezza were to be honest, and she couldn't look away. But then, she was struck at the girl's obvious lack of noise. No, scream? How utterly irritating. How could one so pitiful undergo such pain without uttering anything save for an agonized moan? Where was the scream full of such horror that usually escaped the weaker of her victims? She wanted to hear it, damn it! Without being able to stop herself, Nerezza stooped low over the girl, reaching out a caramel hand to encompass her fingers in the sticky substance. Smiling wickedly at the sensational warmth, she brought the liquid back to her lips and tasted it. It was so sweet, untainted by anything. It was very annoying that she had not any sort of dirt in her bloodstream, just a perfect amount of iron and the like. Nerezza had been hoping for a secret of uncleanliness, but obviously this girl was too good to be true. Her sweetness sent Nerezza into another fit of rage and she roared angrily once more, unsure of what to do. She wanted to kill her, yes, but not yet. She wanted to hear her speak her name once more or it all would have been for nothing.

Sighing to try and calm the insanity burning through her nerves, Nerezza murmured in a poisonous voice, "Surely you could not forget that night by the lake at Hogwarts, Chastity Moor. Thomas Tangleton was with me and Sterling Silver with you. How could you forget that I caused you pain, that I almost made you kill your beloved Sterling? How could you forget that I gave you that scar?" As she spoke, she touched her bloodied fingers to the back of Chase's shirt, running her hands along the wound she had given to the girl many months ago. When she attempted to run away, Nerezza pulled her back, moving so that she sat atop the girl, her non-chalant manner nearly as frightening as her rage. Leaning her face close to Moor's, she smiled that wolf-like smile, her perfec teeth stained red. Smiling wider as the girl finally felt the effects of her second favorite curse, Nerezza cackled wildly, watching her writhe on the ground as if she were a part of an intriguing opera. Finally, she heard it. The scream that emanated from her body was not the one she wanted, but it was a scream all the same. With a terrible smile that could give a child the worst sort of nightmares, she laughed as the agonized yell calmed her mind so that she could see straight once more.

The determination of this young girl was as baffling as it was disgusting. Nerezza found it utterly revolting that she couldn't just die and move on. No, of course she had to continue with her cheery and light disposition, never attempting to stamp out her will with any sort of darkness. The scream that escaped her once more made Nerezza proud. Finally, there was a bit of anger mixed in with the pain. It was a lovely sound, ringing in the Italian's ears like a sweet bird's song. When Chase suddenly grabbed her ankle, Nerezza attempted to shake her off, her emeralds flashing black in confusion and annoyance. How dare she touch her? The fact that she collapsed a second later simply made Nerezza feel victorious. She had won, nearly. If only she could make the girl remember. If there was something she could do to configure her brain to reshape the memories that had been lost. She wanted her to be horrified and shocked. There was nothing she could do when the girl was oblivious to her in the past. With widened eyes at her outburst, Nerezza giggled crazily before leaning down to Chase's face, her expression that of utter insanity. "Oh, but you have, darling. You see, by giving into me, you would have to bestow upon me your blood and your screams. You have done both; therefore, I win." Her smile twisted, the lips upon her face corrupted with venom.

Chase let out a yell of pain and tried to twist away when the woman suddenly put her fingers in her bleeding stomach wound. Crying out, tears of pain leaked down her face, her whole body was shivering, how could she stand this?! She would die soon she knew it! She could already feel the whiteness clouding in over her vision. The woman tasted her blood, like put her fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean. She gasped, a horrified look on her face. But it seemed as though the blood only made the woman angrier. What had she done to deserve this?! Pain leaked through her body, numbing her mind to just about everything but the pain. It hurt so bad, but suddenly the woman was talking. Chase forced herself to listen to the woman, and she felt as though the hotness of her blood had just turned cold, what was left of it in her anyway. Thomas Tangleton, and Sterling Silver.. The names made her whole body shake with remorse and sorrow. She had hurt them!

To weak to get away, Chase felt the woman put her hands on her back, the scar! That scar.. the one the.. Slytherin had given to her! This was the Slytherin! Older now yes, but still the Slytherin who had tortured her on the lawns! It came back like a horrifying dream, walking along the moonlit lawns, a woman, laughing just as this woman was laughing now. No, not this woman, the same woman. The pain of the Cruciatus Curse, the realization that Thomas was one of them! Her mind was spinning as the images rose to the surface of her mind. Sterling lying, almost dead on the grass, and the order, the order to kill. It flowed through her whole body, leaving her breathless beneath the insane woman. "I.." She whispered shaking with sorrow, fear, and pain. "I remember you." She whispered softly. But she couldn't think the name, the name with the face, that horribly beautiful face. Chase felt tears leak down her face again, the woman's fingers feeling the scar that lay there from who knew how long ago. Suddenly, the name came to her, crashing over her body like a tidal wave, and it reverberated through her tortured mind. Nerezza Ferruccio.

The anger that suddenly flowed through Chase was enough to make her vision go back to normal, she wouldn't die yet. Not yet! She lay exhausted, a heap on the ground, now on her stomach, she was able to curl up and attempt to stem the bleeding on her stomach with her arms. There was no way she could live through losing so much blood. Her only hope was that someone had heard her screams and would come and help her! But only help her if Nerezza didn't take her somewhere else, in order to torture and kill her finally. Her only hope was she would be discovered on the spot, and Chase would be saved, but for now, she had to stall. If she didn't say Nerezza's name, perhaps she could keep from dying today. "You will NEVER win!" Chase growled out, pain in every word as they twisted past her lips. Blood lay upon her face now too, as she had curled up so tightly around her bleeding stomach, the blood coated her, making her shine in the night. "I will.. never give into you." She whispered and felt her head sink to the ground, her anger spent, she felt the white creep in on her vision again, attempting to bring her down again, to bring her into the depths of unconsciousness.

She would never give into Nerezza Ferruccio.

Nerezza simply smiled as Chase attempted to get away from her. Cackling wildly, the Italian put her other hand on the girl so as to stop her from squirming. Then, with a second thought, she pulled away, knowing that it would probably cause her more pain if she continued to try and escape. Besides, the more she moved, the more blood found its way onto Nerezza's fingers. Her eyes were alight with a terrible beauty, the depths of the midnight irises tinged with hunger for this girl. She practically attacked her own hand to clean off the blood once more, unaware that she had smeared it all over her face, the crimson liquid proceeding to leak down across her caramel face, tinging the gorgeous features with cruelty. She barely heard the gasp escape the girl's lips. She was too enthralled with the sweet taste of Chase's blood, the metallic liquid running down her throat like a much welcomed swig of water. Noticing Moor's reaction to her words, Nerezza realized that she had finally remembered. A smile ripped across her face, the usually white teeth covered in the blood of the younger girl in front of her, staining them pink.

When Chase finally admitted to remembering her, Nerezza's lips curled into a wicked smirk, the corners of her mouth twisting upwards in a sadistically neurotic beam. She watched silently as the tears ran down the girl's face. Softly, she reached up a bloodied hand to the pale cheeks and ran her fingers along the smooth skin. Three lines of blood made themselves known along the porcelain, tinging the perfection with pain. It was a beautiful sight to see this girl, usually so happy and carefree, full of pain and sadness. It was terribly alleviating. Nerezza knew she had won, just by being victorious over this girl's incessant happiness. As long as there was a fragment of a second of lost hope, then victory was always hers. Seeing the realization flash upon the girl's tortured expression, Nerezza grinned viciously and leaned her face towards hers. Then, she pressed her body to Chase's, nearly going madder at the warm blood against her own stomach. She put her lips to the girl's ear and whispered in her most frightening murmur, full of silky poison, "Say it . . . Say my name."

Her hand slowly moved to the girl's chest, her nails digging into the flesh just a fraction of an inch.

Laughing at the fury that revealed itself upon the redhead's face, Nerezza's giggle filled the night with disease. Watching her curl up and attempt to stop the bleeding, Nerezza r0lled her eyes. She supposed she wouldn't stop her because she knew that Chase would be no fun without being conscious. She cackled wildly again, jumping up and down as the girl screamed at her from her spot on the cold and black ground. Smiling wickedly, her face shining like a wolf in the moonlight, she muttered, "I already have." For the most part anyway. She had her screams, her blood, and her sadness. What more did she need but her life? Chase looked like a beautiful painting, her crimson blood pouring from her and staining her insipid perfection with a glee that showed Nerezza she was an excellent painter. Sighing, Nerezza pulled out her wand from the straps of her stiletto shoes and pointed it at Chase. Growling, she thought Episkey! The girl would pass out when Nerezza wanted her to lose consciousness, no other time.

"I won't say it, I won't say it, I WON'T SAY IT!" Chase yelled, tears leaking down her bloodstained face, this woman was going to kill her, and she hadn't even had a chance to live yet. She had just gotten her life back, gotten back to how she was supposed to be, and now.. now it was going to be snuffed out so quickly, like a candle in a strong wind, it would blow out , and never be heard from again. Chase could feel the sorrow leaking into her bones. Her friends, her family, what would they do when they found Chase's broken body laying on the ground, tortured and pained, all life drained from it. She could just imagine her father crying.

"You haven't won.. You haven't won." She repeated over and over, trying to convince herself, not even caring what the woman thought anymore, she had to convince herself, convince herself that she still had a chance of living. Suddenly a feeling of elation swept through her body. The blood, it was stopping under her fingers. She looked up at the woman her eyes wide, she was healing her. She was lightheaded, but the pain wasn't as strong now. She whimpered and curled into a tighter ball, hoping she would just go away now. Leave her to nurse her wounds and let her live another day. Her hope was restoring itself as the pain numbed itself away. She also started to struggle again, struggling against what felt like a bond around her, the pain was leaking away, and with that gone, the bond around her body was melting too. She could move again, she struggled hard, and tried to get up.

"I won't say your name!" She growled. "Even if you torture me into insanity! I will never say your name!" She cried out, tears leaking down her face still, gliding through the blood that coated her face, and leaving long streaks of pale skin, small freckles were visible beneath her eyes now, her tears washing away the traces of pain from her face. "Please, please leave me alone!" She crawled away from her, her back hitting a wall, her hands around her stomach, she knew it would scar, and scar pretty bad, but at least the blood had stopped pouring out of the wound. For now at least, who knew what this woman planned on doing to her now, now that the blood had stopped, she could just imagine her getting even madder at her.

Chase tried to use the wall to stand up, but she was to weak still, her body was shaking as she attempted to move, to get away from the woman, she found a corner and she curled up into a ball, her back pressed into the wall behind her, her eyes shut tight, she pulled her arms around her stomach and rocked back and forth. Nerezza would probably be angry, no not angry, furious, furious at her for not saying her name, for whatever reason, why did she want her to say her name? It was useless, she was going to die here and she knew it, she had to keep onto the one thing that she knew might let her live another day. Might let her see the light of the sun, and if she did live.. she would never be sad again, because she would be alive! Alive and healthy, and not covered in blood, cowering before a madwoman. She felt so useless, and her mind was frantically searching for a way out of this, the only conclusion she fell upon was Nerezza getting bored, and leaving her alone. But the chances of that happening were slim. Very slim indeed.

[OOC: Just gonna point this out, Episkey shouldn't have worked, but Chase was gonna pass out so I let it.. I don't want her to die.. oh, and please no more scars :] you can torture her or whatever, but Chase hasn't mentioned any different scars in the future, so no more please :]]