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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 26, 2008 19:21:57 GMT -5
After leaving Derek she realized she had several errands to run.
London. It had been so...so very long. In fact the last time she had been here... she had been one month pregnant before her father shipped her off. Before she had "lost" the baby. Before her father had stolen it from her. Before she had gone to America to find the girl. Before she had met Whistler. Before she had sold her soul to become whatever it was she had become now.
Now she was back, her father was dead, and she was...different.
Sighing she put her sunglasses back on and walked the familiar streets until she stopped at the Leaky Cauldron. It wasn't the four seasons or anything so lavish which she had ample funds to pay for, but she wanted something like a hole in the wall, hell she just needed a bed finding that traveling had made her weary.
She stepped inside and he was coming down a set of stairs. Her feet would not move, her lungs would not take in breath.
She should have known she couldn't return to London without her past finding her.
She just hadn't expected to find her past so soon, or ever again for that matter.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 26, 2008 19:43:23 GMT -5
It had been one very long week for Christian, he had spent most of it down in Italy. Seems an Italian dress robe designer cheated a wealthy nameless English pure blood. Of course first and foremost Christian's loyalties and skills belonged to the Dark Lord, unfortunately the Dark Lord doesn't pay well so side jobs are a must have during his downtime. Laying down on his bed in the room he had rented at the Leaky Cauldron, he stared at the ceiling deciding if he was too tired to get up or not.
A true assassination was hard to do, no witnesses, no evidence and most importantly no body. Three assassinations in one week was tiring no matter who you were, yet Christian was also starving so his stomach added to his willpower and he slowly rolled out of bed. Grabbing his dark red robes, he threw them on and looked in the mirror. Smiling, he left his room and began down the stairs, as he came to the landing he saw a familiar looking figure entering the Cauldron. Deciding he was too hungry too care at this exact moment, he locked eyes with her, smiled and then it hit him like a bolt of lightning, quickly covering up the shock that was about to surface he stood there in a daze. "Diana...."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 26, 2008 19:51:15 GMT -5
In that moment Diana was an eighteen year old girl again and he was ...Merlin he was *here*. Panic set in. She wasn't sure what she'd ever really do if she saw him again. Killing him had occurred to her a few times, jumping in his bed was another alternative, but she was older now and neither of those responses would work...well maybe the latter...did she really just think that?
Realizing she wasn't breathing she exhaled slowly but it was a chore. She was lucky he couldn't see her eyes through the sunglasses or it'd give only too much away. Inhaling was a chore as well.
Diana.
Diana, he had said her name. Well it was nice to know he remembered her. Suddenly it wasn't fair, he remembered her, but at least he was in a position to forget, she would never believe that after their time together he had been celibate, but she...well it had been complicated and after losing him and "losing the baby" sex just wasn't on her mind. But it was now. Okay. Breathe Diana.
"Christian..." it was all she could say, all she could get out. Damn him.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 26, 2008 20:05:14 GMT -5
Christian smiled as she said his name, of course she remember him. They always remembered Christian Ward, she must of been shocked though that he remembered her. Yes, oh yes he remembered Diana Crawford, he also remembered the passion and energy that hid inside of her beautiful body. He had left her one night, in bed with no explanation when the Dark Lord had summoned him away. Christian lived by one rule business before pleasure and the Dark Lord before all. The Dark Lord called so he left the fiery witch to her own imaginations when she woke, he wondered what she must of thought or maybe just maybe he might be able to taste some of her fire once more. Closing the distance between them he smiled, his hand lightly brushing against her cheek.
"You look as beautiful as ever Diana."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 26, 2008 20:10:59 GMT -5
Touch. His touch burned and she could feel the heat of his skin before he touched her she turned her face aside and almost stepped back. She wasn't that young girl anymore she had to remind herself. And he was no longer that god she had idolized in her youth. If she were honest with herself she'd admit that he looked...every bit as good as he had back then.
Then a self conscious note told her that she had gotten older. Oh she had gotten more beautiful , her features had defined themselves as she gotten older and she worked out every day or rather she trained every day so her figure was better than it had been when she was younger but...she was *older*.
She wasn't supposed to care, she *didn't* care.
"And you're as sure of yourself as you ever were." she answered stepping past him a bit to put more distance between them, then lifted her glasses to the top of her head to see him more clearly.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 26, 2008 20:28:44 GMT -5
So she had kept the resentment over the long years, well that wasn't too surprising. Most women tend to get mad when you cause them to wake up after a very long night of passion alone and naked with no sign of your presence. Christian had mastered the art of disappearing, whether it be the scene of a job or a lover's window, he could leave and have you wondering if he was even really there. Watching as Diana stepped passed him, he wished she didn't have those sunglasses on so he could see her beautiful eyes, the eyes which he knew yearned to be with him once more.
Following Diana's lead, he closed the distance between them once more. "You know, I remember every moment of every minute I spent with you. Especially..." He let the words trail off as his index finger traced a line up her arm and around her cheek till her lightly touched her lips. "Every little intimate detail of our evenings together. I miss the fire....baby cakes." He had called her that name, from the first minute he met her, he wondered if maybe that was a bit too far.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 26, 2008 20:44:41 GMT -5
Oh Merlin... His light touch brought back too many images, images she had buried so deep in hopes that she'd never have to think of them again. She had cried for every image there was.
He would never understand what he did to her that day.
She woke up with no one and nothing...no note...he was just...gone. He could have been hurt or taken or she didn't know but that was just it she didn't know. As if he had never been there, there was no trace of him except for what she had unwittingly kept inside of her.
His finger trailing over her lip and she couldn't help but slip, just a bit, her eyes closed, it wasn't her fault, none of this was fair. Nothing had touched her in fifteen years and now...this...
Yes images, sultry ones at that, ran through her mind and she almost leaned into him but then other images came, waking up alone, telling her father she was pregnant, going through a pregnancy alone...the accident...being...alone, and in that moment her eyes opened and there was murder in them.
"Don't call me Baby cakes." that was all she could think to say, the rest was in her eyes, he was treading a very thin line right now and one false action would have one of her knives in his throat.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 26, 2008 20:58:48 GMT -5
Christian was playing with fire and he enjoyed it, he had missed the fun he had with this particular woman. "Look babe, I was called away on...business." Deciding this was one risk he was willing to take, although he would definitely have to be cautious, this one was unpredictable. "My boss is impatient or I would of left you a note...I" He paused for a moment, letting her take in so far what he had said. "Looked for you when I got back but you were nowhere...."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 26, 2008 21:08:01 GMT -5
"Oh, business is it ...Babe?" she returned the last bit angrily though all of it was skeptical, "What kind of business? A wife? A girlfriend?" she scoffed with a light laugh, " Some other idiot that was waiting with open arms." she glared, "Open legs?" she spat.
"You looked for me?" stepping closer she growled it was the wrong thing to say, "You looked for me? Really how hard did you look? She wasn't about to tell him that she went back to that hotel every single day asking for any messages before her father had finally figured out she was pregnant and sent her away.
"You're unbelievable. And I *don't* believe you." She realized then looking around them that they were causing an upstart and she blushed, although there was already heat in her cheeks because of him.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 26, 2008 21:45:14 GMT -5
Christian nearly laughed, now what would drive Diana to believe he would leave her bed just to enter another one. "I have no wife, nor girlfriend...yet." He had nothing against having a girlfriend, he just much preferred not having one so he could use the subtle invitation to get him into more bedrooms than he was able too without it. "Blasted woman, no of course I didn't run out and run to someone else, I had to take care of business." As she looked around he did as well and noticed they had stirred up quite the commotion, putting on a smile he slid closer to her, his arm gently sliding around her neck, pulling her head close to his so he could whisper into her ear.
"I was gone, in France for nearly a month. When I came back there was no sign of you. Sorry if your mad, but some of us have to earn a living." Pulling back his lips brushed against her cheek every so lightly. "I did however, miss you terribly over the years..."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 26, 2008 22:08:46 GMT -5
Apparently her father's rantings had really gotten through. He had said everything he could to convince Diana that Christian was no good, and that the man had probably gone home to someone else. She didn't believe it but then again she never asked.
Gone for a month...and in France no less. Fate must have been a cruel son of a gun to do that to her.
Still it didn't matter.
She pushed him away, " Sorry if I'm mad?" she stared at him incredulous, " Sorry?" she shook her head, "Don't tell me you're sorry. Don't tell me that you had business! Tell me you left to get breakfast that morning and got hit by a bus or some kind of contraption! Tell me that you were in a coma for the past 15 years and there was no way to owl or to find me. Did you look very hard?" she shook her head, "Just forget it, don't touch me." she said angrily pushing past him.
She hated that he could do what he was doing now. She hated that she still trembled when he touched her. She hated that what had happened between them was still haunting her every step while in all likelihood he had moved on fifteen years ago. It wasn't supposed to matter. Not now. She was supposed to have moved on.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 26, 2008 22:22:06 GMT -5
Christian took a cautious step back as she fired back at him, yes there it was that inner fire, the passion that attracted him even to this day, fifteen years later. "So you'd rather hear that I am dead, rather than here I was called off for something important and after long last, we've finally found one another. Your not even willing to see if that same magic between us is still there?!" Stepping up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. "We were a thing of fairy tales babe, and I don't want the story to end..."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 26, 2008 22:30:52 GMT -5
She was about to answer that she'd rather hear something valid for why he had abandoned her, but all too soon she saw a look in his eyes that she knew only too well surprised but not too much that *that* too hadn't changed.
He was right when he said they were a thing of fairy tales. It was much like this fifteen years ago. They had already known one another through school but she was older then and he wanted her, he made it clear he wanted her just like he had now and there were sparks immediately. Her passion that was now in her anger was even more fierce when she loved him and some part of her had fallen in love with him that week. Which was why her heart had shattered completely when he left her. He didn't love her, he just wanted her, just like before. She wasn't about to make the same mistake this time however.
He took her in his arms and she allowed herself to be held, it had been fifteen years since someone held her and it felt good, but it had to end, " You want to take your hands off of me Ward, or I'll see to it you never have another fairy tale again." she said nearly vibrating with anger a retractable knife had come from her sleeve and she pressed it lightly into his thigh not to cause any damage just to let him know it was there.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 26, 2008 22:51:14 GMT -5
Yes, there it was again every thing he said seemed to bring out that impassioned rage within her, the fire as he liked to call it. The fire is the little bit extra that attracted him more than any of the others had, and oh had there been others. There were women from Japan to Paris that probably still lay in bed with his name on their lips. Yet this inner fire she held inside of her, put her on top of all those others. As he felt the knife press against his thigh, he smiled, yes she would be a bit more difficult but it was well worth the effort spent. Leaning in close, his lips were just centimeters from her ear. "I don't think it would be wise to stab me in public babe." His other arm reached around allowing his fingers to trail up her thigh slowly.
"Although, if you'd like we can go up to my room and put it to some...good use."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 26, 2008 23:01:27 GMT -5
"I wasn't thinking about stabbing you." she told him in her most pleasant voice. They were in public and now giving a very involved show, his hands on her person and her with her anger. She decided to calm down...for now.
Her knees went a little weak when he reminded her of the "good use" they had put knives to before. It wasn't nearly as tawdry as it sounded and she had been skittish as a colt when he pulled them out, but then decidedly that fear had done something to her when he cut her clothes off. He never actually hurt her and it was so cruel of him to make her trust him the way she had. After you let a guy involve knives in the bedroom there wasn't anything really to keep you from trusting him otherwise.
He had certainly introduced her to a few things. She had been as innocent as could be before him. He was her first. Her Last, and he wanted to continue and she knew that he'd be her only but she wouldn't allow him advantage over her again.
"No." she said firmly.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 27, 2008 0:19:23 GMT -5
He felt her anticipation as she paused, how she wanted for him to take her upstairs. Her willpower was stronger, he must of truly hurt her with his previous antics. He had meant no harm by leaving her, it was normal for him to wish to fulfill his master's wishes above his own. Yet she didn't know of his profession so it was hard to properly explain to Diana the reason why he had left. The others he tired of after being with them a few times but Diana, Diana had allowed him to indulge in things none of the others did and the whole time she always had her lovely fire.
Spinning Diana to face him, he quickly removed her sunglasses and stared deeply into her beautiful eyes. "If you won't let me have you, then at least let me buy you a drink and a conversation." Leaning in his lips lightly brushed against hers. "Who knows, maybe i'll even get a chance to woo you the old fashioned way."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 27, 2008 0:30:47 GMT -5
Her eyes revealed just how weak her willpower was becoming. They were glossy with a tear covered sheen, her glasses had been her last shield.
But surprisingly she didn't crumble not even when his lips brushed hers. This was moving too quickly, just like before. She had been too easy for him before. He used his arguments and he didn't even have to try hard before she gave up years of propriety on his forbidden kisses.
She was older now. Wiser. And yet she was still weakening to his whims, to his voice...to his frame that had only broadened around the shoulders and gained more definition. She could tell since their bodies were close.
"Let me go.." she whispered, " Don't do this to me again."
So that was it? After all the pain she had endured, after all of it...she was still such a pushover when he was concerned? She was disgusted with herself.
Though if she was honest this was the first time she had felt...anything since he had left her before.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 27, 2008 2:03:47 GMT -5
Christian could see it plain as day now that her eyes were exposed, she was weakening and fighting every moment of it. He could of gone in for the kill, he could of had her upstairs the whole reason he had approached her in the first place. Yet, something unknown prevented him from doing it, regardless of how hard he tried to fight it he could not bring himself to strike the killing blow. "I'm just asking for a drink..." He paused outside he was the definition of calm but inside was a raging war between his desire to make her his and have done with it and some unseen force that held it at bay.
His eyes showed a small hint of sadness as he continued to speak. "In fact let's just talk, drinks are optional. I want to try..." Pausing he stared hard at the ground, not wanting his emotional battle to be reflected in his eyes. He could not believe he was saying these things to her, it had been fifteen years and he couldn't it just wasn't possible. As he finally lost the battle, he looked back into Diana's eyes. "I want to try and make things right..."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 27, 2008 2:13:22 GMT -5
If she talked to him. If she let him talk to her it'd be all over. But it had the chance to be all over just then...he could have kissed her, he could have taken her upstairs and done all the things to her that made her completely senseless. Now all he was asking was to talk.
She sighed and her shoulders slumped partially in relief and partially because shew as giving in to him which she swore she would never do again, " Alright...let's talk..." she glanced around them again, "Not here..." there were too many people witnessing a lot of things she'd rather them not have witnessed.
She would talk to him, and with any luck after they talked they could go their separate ways.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 27, 2008 19:09:48 GMT -5
As she voiced her agreement to talk he knew she had given in and that in itself was a small victory for this assassin who happened to be locked in an eternal struggle against something he had never realized was there and refused even now to admit their existence. Witches were good for one thing and one thing only and yet Christian couldn't bring himself to move in for the strike, he could get close but not finish.
Sliding up to her his arm slipped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. His head leaned in, his lips brushing her ear lightly as he spoke. "How about we take this to my room..? I promise to behave myself.." Taking a small nibble of her ear before pulling back, he smiled at the lovely Diana.
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