Catch Me if You Can, Attack 4 (part 2) (CLOSED)

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire reacted quickly when he heard the roar off the creature. he pushed away from Isa and sat stunned for a moment. Everything happed so fast, a moment of devastation echoed in the room, then the woman creature started to talk. He felt a wave of disgust rise in his chest and he pulled himself off the bed as smoothly as he could, kicking away the blanket that might of held on to his legs.
He heard the Creature's threat, if Rutger moved, Alana would die and if he tried to attack...He dropped his wand that he had pointed at the thing in human skin and put kept his hands in the same stance.

"Leave them! You want some one to go after? come here ugly!" he shouted, his heart pounded in his ears, he felt squashed the barest feeling of regret he had and told himself this was the only way he could get what he wanted, and that was safety for his family. He knew that thing probably would of killed his son if they had been unaware of this attack, and probably would of kept their heads to show the dark lord they were indeed dead. It hardened his resolve.

"Come on Ugly! what are you waiting for?" he wanted to take the opportunity that an attack on him would give him, maybe he could knock a blade away and throw her down. It was something he had done before, but never on a non-human. It was worth it though, he knew he had back up.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella had watched everything that unfolded with horror. Of course she had known that the capture would not be an easy one. She knew the Dark Lord well, and knew that he would not have sent the creature after them if he hadn't been assured of her success.

But things had gone worse than even Isa's dark imagination had expected. Rutger was essentially in a standoff with the creature, and any move he made would have resulted in the deaths of the hostages. Meanwhile, Daniel seemed unable to move, and it was impossible to know what Alana's status was underneath the partition. Isa was thinking similarly to her husband; that at the moment, they were perhaps the only hope for ending the standoff. She was pondering whether she could aim a spell at the creature without being seen when Voltaire abruptly spoke.

His words sent chills down her spine. Did he really mean to sacrifice himself? Isa wanted to stop him, to hold him back, but even as she reached out to him to pull him back onto the bed, she knew this was the only hope. She just had to pray that Voltaire's actions were enough to distract the creature so that Rutger or someone else could fire a spell at her.

[Rutger Kilborn]

Rutger stood motionless, staring at Kryshna. In chess, this would be considered a stalemate... the game would end in a draw. But this wasn't a game, and two people's lives were in the balance. And although he wouldn't have admitted it for anything, his main concern was with Alana. The silencing spell meant that he couldn't hear a sound from her; he didn't even know if she was conscious... or even alive. She was hidden from his view by the blasted divider, and she couldn't risk any movement at the moment, or Kryshna could kill her easily. And Rutger couldn't do a thing about it... Kryshna wouldn't even fight him. How was he supposed to do anything if she wouldn't fight him, and any movement he made would result in the deaths of the hostages?

He heard Voltaire's voice, and it felt like it was coming from very far away to him. He'd almost forgotten that there was anyone else in the room with them. And although he was supposed to be protecting the man, Rutger felt extraordinarily grateful to him for attempting to help. If he could distract Kryshna just long enough, maybe he could hit her with a disarming spell... anything to get that sword away from Alana....

[Leander Zarek]

It was too quiet. Yes, it was after curfew, and all the students would be in their beds, but there was still something eerily quiet about the halls of the school that night. Not a ghost, or a cat, or a rat, or even a spider seemed to be prowling the halls. Even the portraits were quiet, seemingly asleep. It was suspicious, and Leander didn't like it. Something about the silence was louder than if the hall was filled with people.

Leander broke into a run, and ran all the way to the tower. Something was wrong; he could feel it in his bones. He needed to hurry and get back to Kryshna as soon as he could. By the time he got there, he was out of breath, but he took the stairs two at a time.

It took him a minute before he could regain his strength enough to raise his wand and cast the Dark Mark in the sky. It felt wrong. He should feel triumphant in this moment, and all he felt was panic. He should have waited with Kryshna. He should have stayed close...

"Morsmordre!" he said in a harsh, ragged whisper. He watched as the spell hit the clouds and began to form the shadowy skull and snake. He had been successful. But had Kryshna succeeded in her mission? Taking a deep breath, Leander turned and ran down the stairs. He had to get back to Kryshna.

[Alana Kalb]

Alana was glad no one could hear her crying. She hated being seen as weak on the field, and she knew that was exactly how she looked. She just wished she could call out to Rutger or taunt Kryshna in hopes that if she could distract Kryshna from Rutger, he would be able to get a spell in. She felt so helpless, pinned under the divider that didn't allow her to see anything but the blade Kryshna had let slip into her stomach. Alana knew what Rutger had went through when he was injured by Kryshna's blade, and it almost made Alana wish she would die so she would not have to go through it, as well. But she knew she had Rutger to live for; even if he didn’t return her feelings, she wasn’t ready to leave him.

But she wasn't dead, and the mission was still going. She was reminded of that when, through the pain and her own thoughts, she heard Voltaire yell something. Alana couldn't make out what he said, the pain from the blade consuming her thoughts, but she hoped it was enough to get Kryshna away from her, and from Daniel. She just hoped Rutger could act fast enough to save at least one of them...

[Kryshna]

Kryshna’s eyes dodged over to Voltaire as he spoke then back to Rutger. They slowly drifted down to the silent Alana and Daniel. Her mind was on edge. She was trapped and the beast knew it. This would not end well, for anyone, if she let the beast take control, though. And, even in her inhumane mind, that would be a very bad idea.

She also knew that if she left without fulfilling at least one of her goals would be a death sentence. Not because she feared Voldemort, but because she was bound not to fight back. She would have to take what ever punishment for failure he placed upon her. Which would be most assuredly death.

So, she had to do what she was not built to do. Bargain. She had two hostages. This gave her two things to work with. The bigger problem lay with the fact that Kryshna had very little concept of how the human mind worked. Emotions were lost on her. So, bargaining was near impossible. She had no concept of how strong a mother’s love is.

“Babe… for girl…”

She looked at Voltaire when she spoke the first word, then down to Alana for the two last words. She wanted the baby for Alana.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Kryshna may not have expected Isabella's reaction, but for everyone else in the room, it was entirely natural. Instantly, Isabella jumped up from the bed, fire burning in her eyes. Her wand was drawn, and she advanced toward the creature.

"Oh, no. You are not getting my child," she said so fiercely that it rather resembled Kryshna's own inhuman growl. "You will die before you touch him. Or I will. You can kill me if you want... you can kill us both," she added, grabbing Voltaire's arm. "But I swear to you, I will not give you my child."

It wasn't even an option, and she didn't care what Rutger or Daniel or Alana had to say. Voldemort had taken Conor once, but she would not allow him, or this.... thing in front of her to lay a finger on her son ever again.

[Rutger Kilborn]

If Isabella's reaction was predictable to anyone capable of emotions, Rutger's reaction probably was not expected by anyone. Perhaps if they had known his history, they might have expected it. But of course, he never told anyone about it, and kept his emotions so tightly controlled that no one could have predicted the sudden odd twitch that went through him as a long-ago memory flashed through his mind.

The scenario, after all, was all too familiar to him. A mother, willing to sacrifice her life to protect her child... an evil force bent on taking the child and warping it, training it to serve a twisted agenda...

"No!" Rutger burst out, focusing his gaze on Kryshna. He also held his wand out, but instead of aiming at Kryshna, he pointed at a wall hanging just behind her head. "You can't have the child. Just let them go. You can come with me, and I'll make sure your master doesn't punish you for failing your mission."

[Sean Leviner]

Thank Merlin Sean was patient, or he'd be getting antsy waiting for anything to happen. It was taking too long in there, but thanks to the charms, he couldn't hear anything. He hoped Daniel was all right... he hoped they were all all right.

He shifted slightly in the wardrobe, his eyes still trained on the door through the crack. He was listening for anything out of the ordinary, and thought he could hear hurried steps down the hall, but he was so eager for something to happen that he might just be making it up.

[Leander Zarek]

Leander hadn't bargained on having to run around this much when he joined with the Dark Lord. He was generally a man of leisure, of manners and luxury. He would infinitely prefer to be having his nails done right now, instead of running madly through the halls of the school. It hadn't occurred to him just how out of shape he was; by the time he reached the room where Kryshna was, he'd be to exhausted to help her, if in fact she needed help. Normally she didn't, but the last time.... It worried Leander.

Making a mental note to exercise a little more if he actually got out of this alive, Leander ran a little faster, not even caring about the noise his shoes made against the heavy stone of the hallway. Within minutes, he arrived at the room where he'd parted ways with Kryshna.

He stopped to catch his breath a little, then put his ear against the keyhole. He wasn't sure what he expected to hear, but when he was met with silence, Leander knew he'd have to go inside. The deed wasn't done, or Kryshna would have been waiting here for him.

Taking a deep breath, Leander slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open. Then he cautiously stepped inside the room.

[Sean Leviner]

Sean hear the door to the room open, close, and then utter silence. Once whoever this person was stepped inside, the silencing charm proved effective, and he sighed quietly. It made things difficult, but he knew it was necessary. He just wished he had some way of knowing what was going on in that room. He was worried because it was taking too long.

Attention now focused on the very narrow field of view he had through that crack in the armoir, he waited with baited breath. There was someone in the room, that much he knew for sure. And they would have to walk by him to get to the Rothschild's bedchamber. 'Come on, come on, come on...' he willed silently.

And then he saw him. It wasn't anyone that Sean recognized, and with the cautious way he was moving, Sean knew that he was fully aware of what was happening tonight. It must have been Kryshna's aid. They were certain she had one after the last attack in the hotel, and here was proof. Or good enough in Sean's intuitive head.

He shifted slightly, ready to attack. Whatever happened, he couldn't let this man get involved in the fray. Trying to aim his wand through the crack, he fired a silent "Petrificus Totalus."

"Bugger," he muttered, pretty sure his aim had been off. Maybe he'd be lucky. Either way, it was time to get out of the armoir.

[Leander Zarek]

The very first thing Leander noticed as he stepped into the office was the silence. It seemed heavy, like a thick blanket covering everything. It was so quiet that Leander couldn't hear anything but the blood rushing through his ears. Something was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be so quiet. Yes, Kryshna did her work in silence, but he should still be able to hear something, a movement, a crash, the crying of the babe they were supposed to take. Instead the eerie silence weighed down on the room, and Leander felt a stab of fear.

He almost turned back, but he knew that if he abandoned Kryshna here, the Dark Lord would have his head. If something had gone wrong, it was Leander's job to fix it, right? He took a shaky breath and moved slowly toward the inner door.

But before he could reach the door, a jet of light came out of nowhere and passed within an inch of his elbow. Leander froze, but not from the effect of the spell. Instead, he scanned the room, searching for the source of the spell. His eyes hit on the armoire and narrowed. Someone was in that closet. Someone was waiting for him. He should abort... but he could not leave without Kryshna. His best hope was that he would be able to defeat this guard and then go into the bedroom to help Kryshna.

He fired a silent Alohomora at the armoire to reveal the intruder.

[Sean Leviner]

Sean was watching the man carefully through the crack between the doors, his heart pounding. His spell definitely did not hit its target, which gave him away more than likely.

This was affirmed when the man turned and narrowed his eyes at the armoir. Sean placed a hand on the door, his wand at the ready. It was time to reveal himself and fight.

As he moved to open the doors, they suddenly swung open on their own, leaving nothing to stop Sean's momentum. He tumbled out of the closet with very little grace, but caught himself in a sort of roll and landed on his feet- an accidental sort of debonair move. His wand was still at the ready, aimed right at the intruder's chest. "Move away from that door," he commanded in what he hoped was an authoritative voice. His heart was still racing and he knew he was extremely lucky that he hadn't been cursed in that tumble from the armoir while he regained his bearings. A fight was the last thing he wanted right now, but he'd do anything to keep this guy away from the group inside.

[Leander Zarek]

As Sean was tumbling out of the armoire, Leander actually did attempt to curse the boy, but he missed. He watched as the young man got to his feet, and silently sized him up. He was young, that much was obvious. What the young lacked in experience, they made up for in energy. But this man looked somewhat worn down. Leander decided he could take the kid.

"And who's going to make me?" he inquired lightly, twirling his wand between his fingers. He arched an eyebrow at the man, then moved a little closer to the door. Still twirling the wand between his fingers, he turned to face Sean, then sent a body-binding curse in his direction.

[Sean Leviner]

Whoever this man was, he was confident, and Sean thought that would be his downfall. Confident people tended not to be on guard as much as they should be, and young though he was, Sean knew what he was doing. He was also very on guard.

"I will stop you," Sean replied, quickly moving to deflect the curse that was sent towards him. His brother and the others had been in that room for far too long... adding an allie for the creature they were trying to capture would be too much chaos.

"Expelliarmus!" This was his fall back curse, usually trying to disarm an opponent before subduing them.

[Leander Zarek]

As it turned out, Sean was right. Leander was too confident, and he underestimated his opponent. Actually, it wasn't that he underestimated him... he didn't take him seriously at all. This boy was merely a small obstacle in his path to Kryshna. That was really where Leander's mind was, because he knew that this boy was just a lookout... there must be others in the room with Kryshna. Which meant that she needed him.

So he didn't really take the boy as a threat. As a result, he dodged a little too late to miss the disarming spell, and his wand flew across the room and rolled under a file cabinet.

Uttering a filthy swear, Leander had no choice but to try and chase after his only weapon. Kryshna was the one who carried swords and knives, not Leander.

[Sean Leviner]

The triumph of actually disarming this guy was short lived for Sean when he realized that where the wand rolled under the armoir was an equal shot for both of them to get to it. Which meant that Sean couldn't go after the wand, and instead had to immobilize the man.

He fired a couple of body binding spells, but a sharp pain assured him that at least the second one missed. Bugger, no, not right now...

If there was ever a time for Sean to know how to control his curse, now was it... and he didn't think he'd be able to, no matter how much he was focused on stopping Leander from getting to his wand.

[Leander Zarek]

The first spell just narrowly missed hitting Leander and soared an inch past his shoulder. The second spell, however, was way off, bouncing into a corner of the room as Leander darted towards his lost wand. By chance, he glanced over at his opponent, who seemed stricken with something. A slow smirk spread across his face as he reached the armoire and reached under, trying to get his wand. It was just out of his reach, though, and without his wand in his hand, he couldn't very well use a summoning spell.

"Bugger," he mumbled, glancing again at the boy and waiting for another onslaught. He inched a little closer, now flat on the floor, his hand stretched under the armoire as far as it would go.

[Kryshna]

A loud, sudden growl escaped Kryshna's throat. Her eyes were practically glowing with fury at the fact that she had two wands drawn on her. She could also smell the blood coming from the small wound she had made on Alana and that was starting to press into her beast, as well. Her pupils dilated.

It was too much for the creature. Having the scent of blood filling the room and having a fresh neck this close to its teeth was pushing it to its limits. Still staring straight at Rutgar, the creature sank its fangs into the neck of Daniel. The feeling, for the human, was intoxicating. The blood kiss had a euphoric effect on any human it was placed upon.

For the creature, it was a different effect. It had gone without fresh, human blood for so long, the only small bit was that which Leander had given to it. Freedom to drink from this strong human male was like someone wandering the dessert and finding a cold glass of water. For a split second, it almost forgot where it was or what it was doing.

It's eyes flickered for half a second. Only Rutger would have been able to see the very quick glassed over look. But that split second may have cost it everything. It realized it's mistake and tried to move towards the door, dragging Daniel with it. The sword was no longer at Alana's stomach, but it trailed blood behind it as it moved.

[Sean Leviner]

Perhaps the best sign that something was going on with Sean was that he didn't just automatically think of the summoning spell himself. It shouldn't have even been something that he had to think about, but there it was.

But something else strange happened, and Daniel would never be able to explain it. His eyes left Leander and went to the door to the sleeping quarters. "No..." Something had just happened to Daniel. It wasn't a vision, but Sean could feel it. He just knew. He quickly reached out to grab the male reaching under the cabinet, firing one more body binding curse at the man. he had to get to his brother and the others.

None of this happened, though. The second Sean's hand connected with Leander's robe, a flurry of a vision hit him.


(Was this an ok time?)