Part Three: Rising From The Grave
Jade slowly recovered from the stunning spell, feeling herself confined in a small space. She was lying on her back and there was no room against the wooden walls for her to move. Her heart stopped as she realized where she was; in a wooden coffin. Jade's panic soared sky high as she started to kick anywhere she could. If being in a wooden coffin wasn't bad enough, Jade smelled fresh dirt around her.
She burst into silent tears, hoping that she wasn't going to die this way. She never thought about her death like this; she never even thought of death. She thought about Draco and Harry, knowing that they were going to find her and save her. The thought of Draco and Harry gave her a sudden calm and she relaxed herself and steadied her breathing, feeling her heartbeat go back to its normal rate.
The coffin lid swung open and Dahlia leered over her.
"Thought you died from the fear of being buried alive." She said squatting down to Jade's level.
"Why are you doing this Dahlia? Why can't you just let me go?" Jade asked seeing Dahlia smile and trail her finger along the old wood.
"Because I warned you but you wouldn't listen. On top of that, your friend shot me in the shoulder with my own muggle gun which I have yet to get back." Dahlia said, showing the patched up gun wound on her shoulder.
"Ah that Rita…she did such a good job didn't she?" Jade asked. Dahlia clenched her teeth and kicked Jade's coffin.
"She did such a wonderful fucking job, that you're going to spend your last living moments being buried alive in this vampire coffin! I would have mutilated you but that wouldn't be as fun seeing you die bleeding out. I want you to die from the fear and feel it closing in on you from all sides." Dahlia said. She grabbed a shovel and swung it in front of Jade.
"I dismember men who have wronged me. Hoyt and his father deserved it…so did my father." Dahlia said.
"What did your father do to you?" Jade asked. Dahlia grew pale and slightly trembled.
"He used to rape me as a child. I never even had my first period before he raped me…I was still a child." She said.
"I'm so sorry to hear that." Jade said.
"When I told my mother about this, she confronted him and he hit her for the first time and raped her as well. For years I had tolerated his abuse but there was a monster in me that grew from all those years. But one day it snapped and I strangled him…but Jade, it felt so good." Dahlia said looking at Jade who looked horrified.
"It just started from there you know? The euphoric feeling you have when murdering someone." Dahlia said.
"I'd have nightmares." Jade said. Dahlia's smile grew sick and wild.
"Those nightmares can be fixed. Come with me and do what I do. I'll show you how you can be free." Dahlia said leaning closer to Jade who started crying.
"By murdering someone? You expect me to feel good and be free by taking a person's life? What kind of species are you even from?" Jade asked.
Dahlia traced her hands over Jade's forehead and through her hair.
"Poor baby…you don't understand what it feels to be free. You don't understand people like me. Everyone wants different things and have different goals and people like me aren't understood. We've been oppressed and while we were, no one heard and no one cared…and now that we've taken over and fought back the injustice we are wrong…isn't that fucked up?" Dahlia asked.
"You could have said something to the Ministry. I understand that what happened to you was horrible but you could have turned him in!" Jade said.
Dahlia gave Jade a blank look and burst out laughing. She laughed so hard, she fell back, holding her stomach and rolled around on the floor. Jade watched Dahlia settle down and she wiped her eyes.
"So you mean to tell me that when your own father rapes you repeatedly for years, I can report him so he can spend his time in Azkaban for a few years? You wouldn't know what it's like to be me Jade and I wish it would never happen to you." Dahlia said. She went back to Jade and grabbed her hand.
"That's why I'm giving you a choice. You can come with me and I can teach you how to be free or…I'll just have to bury you here with your loved ones looking everywhere for you." Dahlia said, stroking Jade's hair lovingly.
Jade had been given a chance to live but it came with a price; someone else's life. If she didn't agree, she would be left here to die when Draco, Harry, her friends, her family, her father would be looking at every corner of the earth.
"What do you say?" Dahlia asked softly.
Jade looked at Dahlia and down at her hand.
"I'd rather die before I'll take someone's life and ruin many others." Jade said.
Dahlia's eyes flashed in anger and she stood up, her fists clenching.
"You dumb little girl. I hope you realize before you die that the choices you made in your life made you end up in this coffin. Too bad you won't be able to be there when I finally get my hands on Draco." Dahlia said.
Jade shot up but Dahlia slammed her back into the coffin.
"Not Draco! Don't you dare touch him you fucking bitch!" Jade struggled.
Dahlia closed the lid and Jade tried kicking it open. She heard something scraping and a trickle of dirt ran through the crevices of the coffin, on Jade. Jade screamed, covering her face as dirt continuously pounded against the coffin lid. Jade screamed as her mind raced and her heart panicked.
'This is it. This is the end.' Jade thought. She covered her mouth with her hands, feeling the tears slip from the sides of her eyes. She thought about Draco and the many things she should have apologized for so many of the countless arguments that they had and the sex she refused when he really wanted it. She wanted to be with him and put up with his dirty flirting and suggestions. She thought of her father and knew how much he wanted her to have a decent job and a meal made by her.
Life was too short damn it and it took her to be trapped in a wooden coffin, a few feet underground because of a psychopathic mutilator to find out. She closed her eyes to even her breathing and forget the smell of dirt all around her. She tried to forget the small scraping on the sides of her coffins as creatures tried to probe through. She thought of lying under the sun in a beach. The mist of the rolling ocean waves and the distant cry of the seagulls.
"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked kissing her shoulder. Jade took her sunglasses off and smiled at him.
"Just how nice life is when I think about you." she said. Draco grinned and wrapped an arm around her.
"Life is worth it when you're here with me…alive and well. I don't want you to go. I need you Jade. Please Jade." He begged.
"Draco I'm here." Jade said seeing him persist.
"Don't go. Please don't go. Open your eyes and tell me anything." He said.
Jade opened her eyes to see Draco over her, his face pale and Harry behind him. Both were covered in dirt and their hands were filthy from clawing through the earth.
"Can you hear me?" Draco asked, holding her tightly.
"I'm so sorry…" Jade wheezed.
"She's blue, someone get a Healer in here now." Harry demanded.
Two healers appeared with an oxygen mask and placed it over her face. Jade held on to Draco and she was lifted out of the grave and transported to St. Mungo's.