Life in an Alien Land 2: The Werewolf Chronicles

Thanks for your continued support of this story. I would like to make it clear that this story is an exploration of the effects of torture on individuals. That there is an underlying romance between Severus and Ginny is secondary to the theme.

Thanks to Jilliane for all her hard work on this chapter. I know I have a tendency to ramble on, and make giant sentences. Please forgive this author her run-on sentences and rampant commafication.

Chapter 13: The Beginning of the End

The first night back from Malfoy Manor, Borowiec fucked me and I cried the entire time, covering my sobs in feigned sighs of pleasure. Greyback watched as his Beta took me, wanking off boredly, as if we put on a show for him that wasn't up to par. I have never hated anyone more in my life besides myself and perhaps You Know Who than I did Greyback at that moment. Again, I vowed to kill the Alpha, even as I acknowledged that the words were empty of threat. I could only kill him if we were on equal footing, and Borowiec was ordered not to Turn me by Greyback. Greyback had uttered the words with a strange gleam in his eye, and I wondered what his plans might be for me and how I might escape.

The Beta was as gentle and considerate as he had been that morning in the garret, but my heart was no longer dead. It was bleeding and raw from Snape's words only a day before. I felt as dirty as Severus had made me sound.

After proving my bonding with Borowiec to the Alpha, Dusun avoided touching me unless we were in public. I knew that he missed Clearwater. He slept with her tunic under his pillow, and he carried a piece of her bloodstained shroud in his pocket. We both bore our grief separately and silently, only sharing the space in which we lived.

I asked him, a few days after he fucked me, why he did what he did to me in the garret. He looked away from me, his voice thick with emotions as he answered, "It's the Pack way, to share intimacy with wronged members. It bonds them to us, and makes the Pack stronger."

"That's a load of shit and you know it," I retorted, remembering how aroused he had been, and the restraint he showed, even as he touched me. "Why didn't you just fuck me then and get it over with? We wouldn't have had to go through the show for Greyback. You had another reason for going down on me. What was it?"

Borowiec, who had been mending a frayed rope with a bit of spare hemp, dropped the project and strode to me. His eyes blazed gold as he spoke through bared teeth, "I did want you from the time Lupin told me about you and your family. I still do, gods help me. If it were up to me we'd be fucking right now, and you'd never think of Snape again."

He took me in a crushing embrace, kissing me until I felt weak and without will. He let go of me just as quickly, and I stumbled away from his touch. He snarled, "Leave, or I won't be responsible for what happens."

I flew from the room, sickened by the thought of his touch and my reaction to it. He was no better than any of the rest of the men that had betrayed and used me, and I was still a whore. I dashed tears from my cheeks, wishing that Snape would at least talk to me. I needed his snarky darkness as I had needed no one before.

I spent most days after that conversation in the brothel, which had also turned into a crèche, burgeoning with the offspring of the Breeders who had been successfully impregnated. Cheri was expecting, though not showing yet, and intimated that the child might be ginger-haired if it weren't for her African genes. She was very deft with fertility and contraceptive charms, it seemed. Fred had risen in the ranks of the wolves since the last battle had decimated the older wolves. He now openly consorted with her, and seemed to fancy her quite a bit, even if she was years older than him.

After I had attempted to explain to Snape what happened between the Beta and me in the garret, I finally gave up. Severus wore his pain and anger as armour like those damned teaching robes he used to wear. I both hated and loved him equally and alternately. Sometimes I wanted to storm into his cell and slap him, other times I wanted to grovel at his feet so that he would take me back. We finally reached a truce of sorts when an outbreak of Dragon Pox swept the crèche. Severus was the closest thing the Colony had to a Healer, besides the Muggle physician, and he was utterly useless with magical diseases. I had worked with Severus long enough that I could read his various sour expressions and tell what he needed and when he needed it, so Borowiec offered my services to him. Severus took the suggestion with bad grace. We spent the entire time of the outbreak either nursing sick infants and children to health, or making potions for the few children and adults whose immune systems were compromised by the curse. Most nights I spent in his cell propped up against the wall, napping, before we went back to the crèche to administer the potions he feverishly brewed.

During that time, we spoke little about the incident that had spurred the rift between us, but were able to refashion the friendship that had formed before we became lovers. I still ached to take him into my body and sometimes when he looked at me, I thought I could see the same longing in his eyes. During that time of the fever, the Pack's attitude changed towards both Severus and me. They no longer avoided him, and when Greyback’s lieutenants weren't around, the parents of the affected children called him by name and gave him gifts of food or various crafts that made his life easier. The no longer treated me as a drudge and pariah. The best part of the outbreak was that Greyback had stopped calling him entirely knowing that if he failed his Pack's children, especially after his excesses with the Muggle children, that he might face challenges to his leadership. At least, that's what Severus told me. I'm not sure if the bastard wasn't just trying to string out the painful changes so that Severus would die.

In early May, after the last of the Dragon Pox had passed, Fred announced to Mum and me that he was planning on marrying Cheri after he made his next rise in the ranks. The night my brother made his announcement, I sneaked into Snape's room and watched him sleep, memorising his plain features, aching to wake him and make him make me his once more. When he stirred, I retreated but did not leave. I couldn't. He was my home now, no matter who controlled my body.

As the night deepened, he woke. "Ginevra."

His utterance was hoarse with sleep. I froze, unwilling to flee from him even though I knew he would not welcome my advances. He had made that fact abundantly clear many times in the past weeks.

I heard the rustle of his bedclothes as he sat up, felt the thrumming awareness of him as he crossed to me. He placed his arms around me, and kissed the tears from my cheeks, before picking me up and placing me on his pallet, his body taut with need. When he entered me, it felt as if I were taking part of myself back into me. His thrusts joined us. They didn't tear me apart. I cried out, a soft throaty sound in the dark, after only a few strokes of his cock, my body spasming around him as he rode the wave of my pleasure.

I tasted the suspicious wetness on his cheeks as he came inside me. I could just make out his dark lashes against his moon-pale skin in the light from the newly re-lit street lamps. He was beautiful to me and I said so.

"Let there be no more lies between us, Ginevra," he sighed as he moved from above me to lay his head on my chest.

I looked down at him, loving the angular lay of his cheeks, the sooty darkness of his beard's shadow against his pale skin, and even his arsed-up hooked nose. His looks suited my eye. "I'm not lying to you, Severus. I never did."

"Let's not speak of it again," he said as he sat up.

I ran my knuckle up the bony protrusion of his spine, wishing we had had more time away from the Colony so that this pain and anger did not lie between us. "I love you, Severus, whether you want to believe it or not. No one else matters, no matter how many times they have my body. My heart is yours."

He lay back down with me and kissed me, his touch reverent and tender. After breathless moments of exploration, he said, "I feel the same for you, Ginevra. Gods help me, I love you."

We made love again, with no words between us. When the sky became pearly grey, I reluctantly left his arms. I heard him whisper, "I spoke out of turn at the Manor. Forgive me."

As I reached the door, I answered, "I will if you'll do the same for me not telling you about Borowiec."

"Certainly," he answered, and I thought I heard a note of surprise in his reply. As I closed the door, his dry huff of laughter followed me out of the room. I wondered what it meant.

We spent the next months with stolen moments and frantic couplings. If Borowiec knew about us fucking, he said nothing about it. The Beta remained solicitous to me in public and stonily silent when we were alone together. I avoided my false mate, preferring to use any time that I was forced to spend away from Severus in the library or with Mum.

At some point Severus and I became reckless, feeling that we had escaped the notice of all the werewolves simply because we were too clever to be caught. It was unlike Severus to be so heedless, and that same uncaring attitude spurred me to act without thought. We were almost spotted having sex in various locations several times as late spring turned to summer.

Greyback summoned us on a Friday morning in August, four days before the full moon. We had heard muffled bangs that morning, as if someone had set off fireworks, and since the Muggle military had been engaging in skirmishes with the Pack since the taking of Cambridge, we thought nothing of it When the summons came, Severus and I had just finished fucking, a quick, rough screw against the wall of his cell. It was a young werewolf that brought the orders and I knew when his nostrils flared that our tenuous efforts to cover our activities had been for nought.

I watched Snape as he stripped, a knot forming in my stomach as I noticed the glistening tip of his cock, still wet from the hasty whore bath he had taken when the werewolf knocked. As I started to leave, the young man stopped me with a rude noise. "No. 'e wants you too. 'E said you was to strip."

As I slid out of the tunic, a less worn version of my drudge's uniform, I felt both men's eyes on me. Snape's expression was impassive, the same one he had given to Neville, Luna and I when we had tried to steal Gryffindor's sword. I noticed that Snape had left a perfect impression of his fingers on the insides of my pale thighs, the bruises blooming so soon after he gave the. It has always been the bane of us gingers that we bruise like a peach that's been handled roughly, even if the touch is light and pleasurable. I glanced at the young man, wondering if he saw the bruises forming and could ascertain how I had gotten them, but his attention was on my heavy breasts.

I stifled a shudder as the young man fixed the same type of collar around my neck as was on Snape's, and then linked the same length of chain through both the rings, tethering us together. He squeezed my breast painfully and laughed when Snape hissed his disapproval. The werewolf twitched the length of chain roughly, and we followed.

When we exited the inn, the square was strangely silent, with few members of the pack walking about. Those that lingered in the square carried guns or other weapons. Most of them glared at us as we passed.

The young wolf led us past the Town Hall, to the exterior of the large church that dominated the street. He ushered us through the assembled Pack and beyond four jeeps that were parked incongruously in front of the church. My steps slowed as I saw the horror that awaited us at doors of the structure.

Greyback lounged on the altar, which had been dragged outside, idly picking at his thick, jagged fingernails. Over the breathing silence of the assembled pack and soft sounds of late summer, I could hear the steady drip-drip of blood and the low moans of a figure hung in a parody of Christ over the steps of the church. I tried not to gag, as I looked upon the figure, barely able to discern whom it was that Greyback had chosen to punish. If I hadn't seen the man's distinctive, American combat boots, I would never have known that the flayed sac of flesh was Bruno.

My stomach rolled as Greyback flicked his eyes to the Yank and then licked his lips almost hungrily. He intoned with a mocking edge to his voice, "Ah, my guests of honour! Welcome to the party! Surprise!"

The Alpha waved his wand at a lever on the pulley system, rigged to a hastily erected beam on the church edifice, and the Yank's body fell to the ground with a sickening, wet thud. It took my entire will to keep from screaming when Bruno began gabbling and blood gushed from his mouth. I could see the stump of his tongue as he tried to form words, and I noticed the lump of tongue-shaped flesh that lay on the altar at Greyback's feet. The Yank raised his hands in supplication to the Alpha and I saw where his nails had been torn from the beds, leaving a bloody trail as he dragged himself to his knees.

"What was that, Yank?" Greyback asked jovially. "I couldn't understand you. Has the wolf got your tongue?"

The Alpha cackled long and loud as the Yank sank to the ground, his strength apparently giving out. The assembled pack was strangely silent as their Alpha expressed his humour. Greyback wheezed to a halt and aimed his wand at me. "You. What do you know of your mate's activities?"

"Nothing." I barely heard my own voice over the roar of blood in my ears. "Bor-- Dusun doesn't talk to me about Pack business."

Greyback sneered. "I wasn't speaking of your false mate. He has been dealt with rather effectively. I mean the Traitor. The one you just finished fucking from the smell of it. The one you've been fucking for months."

I remained silent, not wanting to make our position worse than it already was.

"Are you surprised that I knew?” Greyback asked. “He reeks of your slime every time I must be in his presence. You were warned, Weasley, that the Traitor was mine."

He moved his wand in a complex motion and suddenly I was prone on the cobbles, the chains digging into my flesh, my breath slowly being cut off by whatever the spell was that he had cast. I struggled against the magic, but my movements only made the effects worse. As my vision began failing I heard Severus say, "I forced her. You turned me into a rapist. She is innocent."

"How noble, Traitor, that you would sacrifice yourself for your little ginger bitch." The spell eased but did not lift entirely as Greyback's attention became focused on Severus. "Oh, but you've always had a soft spot for gingers, haven't you? Potter's mother was one, wasn't she? I hope that ginger cunt is sweet for all the pain it has brought you."

Greyback turned his attention back to me. I saw a sickly flash of amber light, and then I was in agony as he layered the Cruciatus Curse on top of whatever it was he had already cast. I couldn't move. I had to bear the burning, cramping agony of the curse without even the respite of motion. I felt a scream building and I swallowed it, letting only the smallest of whimpers escape my lips. I heard Snape shouting, but couldn't tell what he said.

Then, just as suddenly as the curse had been wrought, it was lifted. I lay panting in the filth on the street, tears coursing down my face unchecked. Greyback motioned to our young escort, and I felt my neck chain jerk. I was propelled to my feet, the collar cutting into the back of my neck painfully. Shackles were placed on my wrists and they hoisted me up until my toes just barely touched the ground. After a short time, my muscles began jerking and aching along my shoulders and up my neck.

Greyback left me like that, as he turned his attention to Severus. "Sit, Traitor. I've planned this show just for you. You may as well relax and enjoy it."

"What is it you want from me, Greyback, which you haven't already taken?" Snape's voice was low and deadly.

Greyback sniffed, but made no reply as he turned his jaundiced gaze to the church door. He nodded once and the werewolf that guarded it opened the portal. Borowiec was pushed out by another guard, and landed at my feet. His back was flayed and bleeding, and the portion of his face that I could see was a mass of bruises. He turned to me, looking at me through the slit of his eye, "Be brave, maličká."

Greyback flicked his hand lazily. "Now that your co-conspirator has joined us, tell me what you three were planning to do against me."

Borowiec answered, his speech impeded by his broken lips, "They know nothing. It was entirely me and my true mate."

"Very convincing act, Dusun. You should have been on the stage." Greyback quirked his finger at the guard that had brought Borowiec out. After a moment of conferral, the guard blanched and then nodded. He kept his face kept impassive as he returned and lifted Borowiec to his feet.

The guard dragged Borowiec to the jeeps, which were now manned by several of Greyback's more brutish wolves. He placed manacles on Borowiec's wrists and ankles. The iron bands were then attached to the fenders of each of the jeeps by considerable lengths of chain. I suspected what was coming, having been one of the few students that stayed awake in Professor Binn’s classes. I swallowed a scream as the engines started and the jeeps were driven slowly to the end of each of the tethers. Borowiec fell painfully, his arms and legs stretched to their full length, his breath coming in harsh gusts as he fought the pain caused by his position.

"I want all assembled to witness what I do to traitors who make attempts on my life." Greyback shouted as he stood, wincing as he placed weight on his right leg. He raised his hand, then dropped it with a chopping motion. The jeep engines revved and I closed my eyes tightly as Borowiec was torn asunder. His final scream of agony rent the air and then was cut off with a sickening squelch of moisture hitting the cobbles. I heard several hastily choked off screams and then tense quiet reigned on the street once more. I cried out, sobbing at the loss of my enigmatic friend, wishing I could have given him what he wanted at least once.

"Oh, how sweet! You did feel something for him besides his cock between your legs. I'm sure the Severus was thrilled about that." Greyback then backhanded me, causing me to see stars.

He turned his attention to Severus, his question uttered with at menacing growl, "What are your plans, Traitor?"

"Dusun and I were going to kill you, Greyback," Severus' silky voice cut through the room. "What did you expect after your treatment of me and mine?"

"Yours?" Greyback said. "You mean this little bitch and her family? You have nothing, Snape, which I have not allowed you. This audience is at an end."

Greyback limped away from us, dismissing the assembled Pack with a growl. When the young werewolf began to let my tethers loose, Greyback snarled, "Leave her, and secure him so that he can't release her. I'll deal with them later."

Snape shouted over the clanking of the chains, "What is it you want, Greyback?"

The Alpha stopped and turned slowly, his expression fierce and gloating. "I want you to beg to become just like me, you sodding fuck. I want you to feel the same animal in you that is in me, and know that I was the one that pumped the curse into you with each thrust of my cock. I want you to challenge me so that I can crush you like the Dark Lord is too weak or stupid to do."

"No. You will have to kill me without the pleasure of making me into the beast that you are," Snape spat.

Greyback swung around violently and punched me in the gut. I gasped for breath as my diaphragm fought to recover from the blow. Black rimmed my vision as my eyesight swam in and out of focus. I regained control of myself and I heard Severus struggle as he was tethered to the ground with one of the lengths of chains that had been used to draw and quarter Borowiec. The dark blood on the chains painted Snape's skin with gore, and I swallowed bile when I could finally draw a shaking breath.

"So be it," Greyback hissed. He released me from my bonds only to force me into a crouch, my arms and legs spelled under me in tight knots, my arse in the air. He kicked at the prone Bruno who didn't even moan at the abuse. Greyback left the street without a backward glance at us.

Bruno died later that night, gasping his last breath into my face. No one was allowed around us until the next day, though I am sure I heard several muttered conversations at the end of the street.

I hoped that when we were killed, our deaths would be quick.


maličká: Little one.


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