Unravelled² → Tom Riddle [Rewritten] ✓

CHAPTER NINETEEN

When Evelyn awoke the next morning, she was somewere entirely different. Instead of waking in the box room she had lived in for the past few months, she was now in an entirely different realm of luxury.

Even just the feeling of the silk sheets against her body made Evelyn feel a sense of bliss, such bliss she almost forgot where she was, it felt as though, there in that moment, lost under the bedsheets, she could simply forget the world around her.

With a deep breath, she slid out of bed, making her way towards a chair in the corner of the room. She scooped up a folded dress, slipping it on and shuddering at the feeling of the cold fabric against her bare skin.

"Good morning."

Evelyn jumped, her heart beating out of her chest. But as she turned up to look at the voice, it wasn't who she had expected. "S-Sara?" She furrowed her brow at the sight of her old school friend. "Sara!" She rushed towards her, embracing the girl in her arms. Sara lightly placed her arms around Evelyns dainty body. "You're okay," Evelyn pulled away, "you're okay?"

"I'm fine Evelyn." Sara said coldly, "the Dark Lord wouldn't hurt me."

"The Dark Lord." Evelyn grimaced at the name, "you call him that? You call him what his army of followers do?"

Sara didn't respond with words, instead, raising her sleeve on her left arm. She smiled down at the jet black tattoo on her wrist.

"Merlin." Evelyn wanted to look away, but she felt pulled towards the symbol. She reached out towards Saras wrist, "c-can I?"

"Please." Sara brandished her wrist, placing it in Eveyln's hand.

"I've seen this before, in the sky." She recalled the night of the seige, she saw the same image burnt into the night sky.

"The Dark Lord is ingenous in that way," Sara pulled her arm away, "he created the spell himself."

"Why?"

"It's a sign, a symbol of loyalty to him. He can use it to call his folllowers, he can have an army on command, why would he not?"

Evelyn scowled, "so you're a part of this? You follow him?" She thought back to when she had seen Sara all those weeks ago, a terrified shell of a human had stood before her, "so when I saw you...what was that?"

"It was an act." She rolled her eyes, "the Dark Lord knew you had such weakness for your friends, so I volunteered as bait."

"And you were excellent bait," Evelyn turned to see him entering the room with a smirk. "But now, I have little use for you," he paused, "perhaps you may take over the cooking."

Sara looked confused, but nonetheless, she bowed. "Of course my Lord. I would be happy to serve you in any way."

"Now leave," he gestured towards the door, "I need to talk to Evelyn alone."

Sara strutted out of the room, loudly closing the door on her way out.

"What is going on?" Evelyn said sharply at him, "what is Sara doing here?"

Tom walked towards her, "your friend is here of her own accord. She saw the appeal in my lifestyle, as have many others befo-"

Evelyn cut him off, "is she a prisoner?" 

He shook his head, "no, she is a follower."

"Is that not the same thing?"

"Evelyn," he took a deep breath, "you ask many questions. No, it is not the same thing, your friend has chosen to support me, she has chosen me, she has chosen my ideals, she has chosen the right side."