I don't want to be a mother. 

I don't want to be a mother.

I don't want to be a mother.

I gently placed my hand on my stomach, and a twisted strange emotion whirled in me.

"Do you want me to inform your husban-"

"No-!" I rushed to reply. "I'll tell him..myself."

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I don't think I had the guts to tell my own husband about my pregnancy.

Marriage itself was a commitment. However, it could break with no consequences, only affecting two parties.

A child was a different type of commitment, a commitment that linked the two parties together forever.

This link was dangerous. What if Draco discovered I was the target he had been looking for?

One day he was bound to know.

What would happen to my child?

I knew far too well, how it felt to grow up without any parents, and I wouldn't wish that horrific life upon my child.

There was a mirror in front of me reflecting my own soul back to me.

The mirror of shame.

"You should be ashamed of yourself." The woman in the mirror spoke.

She wasn't Emerlyn, she was the red-cloaked killer.

I gazed at her fiery red cloak briefly until we looked eye to eye.

I was distressed and worried about the future ahead of me, her expressions were dead like there was no future ahead of her.

"Emerlyn is a coward!" She stated.

"No..." my voice was as low as a whisper. I'm not a coward.

"Emerlyn.is.a.failure!"

"No!" This time my voice was reactive. "I'm not a failure!"

"Is that why you've gotten yourself in this situation today?"

I gazed at my hands, my heart clenching together.

"I am not a failure...." I said the words had trembled out of me.

"Then you must be experiencing your first signs of dementia." That woman looked and sounded vicious.

I looked at her. "I am not a failure..."

"You've forgotten why you became a Malfoy." She paused.

"Your purpose was to bring justice to the silenced voices of your parents, YOUR PURPOSE IS TO SEEK VENGEANCE."

"But you've fallen for a foolish man and now you're to be birthing his child in a few months, you've become a Malfoy just so you can raise an offspring--"

"NO!" I screamed, yanking my hand onto the mirror in form of a fist. It created a noticeable crack.

I refused to accept such a destiny.

The red-cloaked killer stood still, unphased.

She wasn't the red-cloaked killer. She was the Emerlyn that was more dedicated to attaining revenge.

She was the Emerlyn who saw no future in Draco.

"I swear on my own life, that I will kill Lucius Malfoy. I will live up to my word!" There were tears in my eyes.

They were the tears of ambition.

"No matter what hardship comes, no matter how rocky the path is, no matter how many thorns pinch me. I.will.end.Lucius.Malfoy."

"And what about Draco? He's bound to figure out this hidden identity of yours."

I let out the breath I had been holding. "I..I..don't know.."

"And this is where you failed."

"You mustn't think like a wife, you mustn't think like a mother, you must think like a killer!"

"You are not a loving wife, you are not a cherishing mother, you are nothing but a brutal serial killer!"

"Just...Shut up...shut up..." I shut my eyes.

"You must think like a killer."

"SHUT UP!"  My throat burned from the scream I let out, repeatedly smashing every part of the mirror. I no longer wanted to listen to her.

The glass stuck to my hand, a river of blood streaming down my arm but I continued without a thought, without a purpose smashing the mirror until they were little no pieces left.

This noise was loud enough to be heard by Draco. He rushed into the bathroom to investigate.

He gazed at me, pieces of glass stuck onto parts of my skin. I sat there on the carpet with tears rushing down.

Had I just hallucinated?

Or was it real?

The line between an illusion and reality had become blurry.

"Emerlyn" Draco took a seat beside me, moving a few of the pieces of the shattered glass.

His voice was gentle but tense.

"I know Serena's condition has affected you but you cannot let the red-cloaked killer win."

He pulled me into an embrace. I hid my tears this time.

"That's what she wants, it's clear now she isn't just killing for a purpose, but to ruin our lives."

"Draco," I spoke, my eyes closed.

There was a pause.

"I think this is the lowest phase of my entire life, I...I don't know how to surpass it. I feel so..." I let out a suppressed cry. "Stuck."

"I don't know what to do anymore..."

He'd think this was about Serena, and while it was partially true, I was indirectly talking about my pregnancy.

"Serena isn't dead, I'm sure she'd like to see you with hope--not defeated and helpless."

"Draco..." I said his name again, opening my eyes to face him. "Can you answer a simple question?" 

He nodded while he began picking the pieces of glass off my arm, carrying me to the room and healing the small wounds. 

"What's your question, my love?"

"Will you love me forever? Do you promise to never leave me no matter what?" I let out a breath combined with a cry. I hated crying, but I couldn't help it.

He held my hand, his fingers interviewed with mine, and with his free hand, he wiped the warm tears off my face. It left a warm hopeful feeling exploding in me.

"I love you no matter what."

"Do you love me more than your parents?"

He thought for a second, the yellow feeling turning into a feeling of uncertainty.

"My parents, especially my mother is very dear to me but you are very dear to me as well. My parents and you are incomparable."

"Do you love me more than your father?"

"Emerlyn, don't ask me such questions." He faced to answer me.

"Why, is it because you're too scared to answer?"

"No." He came to a halt. "I love you in a way I haven't ever loved anyone, but I love my father because he has raised and cherished me...it's incomparable, Emerlyn."

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From this, I had gotten one conclusion. To kill Lucius and make it easier for Draco is to make Draco despise Lucius beforehand.

It was sinister but necessary. Nothing was going to stop me.

This war for justice had just begun.

"I don't know where to go with my pregnancy.." I found myself eventually confessing to Tom with hints of embarrassment.

"How come I'm the first to know?" Tom inquired. "What about Draco? Are you planning to tell him?"

"No..I...can't" These were the only words I could utter. "I can't pull myself into such a big commitment...I wasn't even prepared for the marriage and now you want me to be a parent?"

However, this truth could not hide for long. I had to do something.

"Do you want to be a mother?"

"No."

"Then get an abortion."

A/N: Are you enjoying this plot twist? What do you think is going to happen?