by FawkesthePhoenix » Saturday 12 July 2008 4:06:24pm
Valencia felt sickened. Marcellus was inside her, controling her. It was like being forcefed mud. Desparately pushing through Marcellus, it was Valencia who replied to Geneve.
"You will be fighting two battles. You're a threat to both of us, and though we fight for different reasons, and towards different goals, at least for now, we fight the same person. I know how to destroy you. Just give me the slightest opening." Fighting her nausea, Valencia pulled out her wand. This battle would have to be well timed. If Geneve shot a killing spell before Valencia had thrown off Marcellus, then they would both die. But if she threw him off before the killing curse was shot, then only Marcellus would die. The timing had to be perfect. Valencia struck a fighting stance. Using her mind to herd out Marcellus, Valencia let her instinct guide her in the duel. Lunge forward, stunning spell, spin away, dodge that avada kedavra, its not the right time yet.
Meanwhile, in her brain, Valencia was fighting a battle even more viscious. Using all the willpower she had, Valencia sheperded Marcellus out of her soul. Pushing, poking, and with one final thrust, she was free.
"Avada Kedavra!" Geneve screeched. Valencia purposely stepped right into the curse's path, visibly surprising Geneve. With a rush of euphoria, Valencia felt the presence of Marcellus leave her body, gone forever. Using one last burst of energy, Valencia flung out a pure white spell at Geneve, which struck her right above her heart. A shadow was blasted out of Geneve and onto the ground. The darkness matierialized into a body, the body of Lord Voldemort, now helpless on the ground.
Staggering away from the Dark Lord, Valencia knelt beside Nikolaus. He was barely awake, moaning slightly. Stowing away her wand, Valencia took him into his arms.
"I heard what you said." she breathed into his ear. "And you're not the only one with confessions. I have one right now. I love you." And with that Valencia kissed him, pouring into Nikolaus a tonic the greatest magic could never create, a tonic that only love could bring. Valencia didn't care that Geneve was watching, the girl was free of Voldemort, and any further danger there might be could wait.