Whispered Secrets | Severus Snape x Reader

Chapter 10: Visiting old wounds

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What really happened 8 years ago...
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☢Violence☢

"Timothy!" I shout in horror as his head hits the ground.

"Finish him!" My father, the shadow, shouts at me.

Timothy's body slumps on the ground, seeming to be unmoving from the impact when his head hits the ground. But I know he's still alive. I can still hear his heartbeat.

"Father...please...I can't." I beg as I cry down, falling on my knees.

"Mia Cara...We talked about this...Do it for me." He coax, letting go of Timothy's next and leaving him on the land as he approaches me and gets me on my feet.

"Where is the dagger?" He asks.

I looked at him, tears falling on my eyes as I hesitate to give him the weapon.

"Give it to me, sweetheart. Let me guide you." he says trying to sound gentle but I can feel the rush in his voice.

"I can't kill him...please." I begged.

"Shh....You have to do it for me. I will not let him take you." He says, wiping off my tears.

I breathe before sighing in defeat. I take the dagger that is hidden on my waist and hand it to my father.

"That's it, sweetheart. Now, come here." He says, taking my hand and bringing me towards my brother's body that's laying down on the ground.

"(Y/N)...please..." Timothy begs weakly when he saw me approaching. His head bleeds from the impact when our father put him on the ground, leaving a blood stain mark trailing from where he moved.

I held my breath as the smell of his blood gets stronger and stronger as we approach him. My father grabbed him by his neck again and put him on his feet, lightly strangling him before going behind and pulling on his hair to tilt his face up instead.

"Take it, Cara Mia." My father says, handing me the dagger.

"Do you need some motivation, dear?" He asks, seeing my hesitant face.

Before I could ask him what he means, My father lifts Timothy's wrist and bites down on it, making my brother scream in pain.

"No!" My eyes widen but before I could come and stop him, my father used his enhanced speed to put Timothy's bleeding wrist on my mouth shoving and feeding his blood on me.

Timothy's blood instantly coats my mouth, the taste immediately overwhelming me. I can't fully describe the taste. All I know is that it's good and...I can't seem to stop myself from wanting more.

Before I knew it, I had already dropped the dagger and was already holding my brother's wrist on my own and drinking from him.

"More...Sweetheart...Take all of it." I hear my father encouraging me.

"(Y...)...(Y/N...)" Timothy mutters weakly, about to lose consciousness.

Stop (Y/N)! STOP! A voice in my head says.

Timothy slumps on the floor for the second time as I forcefully release him from my own grip.

"I can't do it...!" I cry out, blood dripping on my chin.

My tears spill harder when I looked down and saw my own brother pale and continuously bleeding on the ground.

"Shh....It's alright...You're almost there, my sweet." He says, picking up the dagger from the ground before wiping off the blood on my mouth and chin with his handkerchief as he goes behind me.