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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 12:09:03 GMT -5
Pushing her and dealing with the resulting chaos would be preferable to sitting here, waiting for hours. He could be doing something useful to find his daughter, but she wanted him to sit and wait. Christian was not a sit and wait man. He was a man of action. And his lips curled as he planned what next to say to pass the time.
"Great lengths, I'm sure," he said darkly. "Like sitting and waiting. While our daughter is out there. Alone. Do you even know if she's alive, Diana? Will she want to be when she realizes what kind of parents are in store for her?" His voice was full of malice as he baited her. He would pick at the scab until it bled, and he would rub salt on the wound. Her fury was better than waiting.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 13:05:19 GMT -5
He wasn't pushing into her fury, he was pushing into something else. Each word was a well directed hit at every insecurity Diana had and she was retreating further and further from the situation.
She turned her back on him and moved toward the nightstand, effectively ignoring him, but her hand on her wand fisted and her other hand shook.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 13:10:55 GMT -5
She wouldn't even say anything. She just turned away. Christian sneered and muttered at her. "You're pathetic," he said with a snarl. Then turned to leave.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 13:27:45 GMT -5
Diana didn't have a middle. She couldn't get angry and verbally spar with him. She could kill him, torture him, make him beg for mercy before she ripped his rib cage out, or she could turn away from him, deem his insults and insinuations as beneath her and ignore him.
She could also defend herself, which she was counting on having to do when he realized he couldn't leave.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 13:46:08 GMT -5
He gripped the knob and turned it, but the door didn't budge. He pulled harder. Still nothing. Pointing his wand at the knob, he muttered "alohomora," and still nothing happened. Louder now he snarled "incendio" but the the flames curled away from the door without so much as a scorch mark. He rounded on Diana.
"Open the f*cking door, Diana!" His voice shook with rage and he had to actively restrain himself from grabbing her hard.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 13:56:38 GMT -5
"You're so capable. Much more capable than I am obviously." she sneered at him, "Open it yourself." she finished not bothering to turn toward him.
He didn't understand, he couldn't without her telling him the whole truth of it and she wasn't ready to do that. She knew it was unfair, but the part of her who cared about being fair or sympathetic toward him died a few insults ago. She mildly cursed herself for having them in the first place, but she'd know better going forward.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 14:05:31 GMT -5
He grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her to the door. "Open it now or so help me Godric I will make you suffer!" Just as he was unaware of the terrors she had caused in her lifetime, so too was she ignorant of his abilities. He was a high ranking Death Eater, a hit wizard, assassin, and mobster. There was more blood on his hands than she could possibly imagine and he was showing considerable restraint by not shedding hers on the floor now.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 14:11:17 GMT -5
She drew her arm back from him, "Get your hands off me." she said calmly, " You'll be able to leave when I deem it necessary. Until then, get used to it." she lifted her chin unafraid of his threats. There was nothing he could do to her to scare her, but she was curious as to what he was capable of.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 14:44:19 GMT -5
"Damn it, Diana!" He punched the door with such fury that if she hadn't bewitched it his fist would have gone straight through. His action nearly missing Diana's head by only a few inches. He scowled at her, his lips plastered in a near permanent sneer. He needed her to find his daughter. He would have no way of knowing where to start without the information she kept locked in her addled brain. Or he could be done with her now, take the remainder of his money from Copperbottom, and forget the girl. He'd gone the past 16 years without a daughter, certainly he could continue on without one now.
The latter option was much more appealing at the moment. He stepped back and aimed his wand at her. "Crucio," he said with rage dripping from his lips. Red sparks shot from the tip of his wand straight for Diana's chest.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 14:49:47 GMT -5
Diana screamed in anguish as the familiar sting of the cruciatus curse rippled through her body and brought her to her knees.
Bold. She thought, if she were capable of thinking. Whistler had tortured her with the cruciatus, and that was far from the last time she had undergone the so called "unforgivable" curse. She wouldn't have thought he'd use such a spell so quickly, maybe he would survive. Or maybe he was just an abusive asshat.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 14:58:45 GMT -5
His sneer faded as she screamed. He did not take pleasure in using the Unforgivable Curses, as some of his colleagues did. They were tools, just as any other spell, and they were useful in accomplishing his goals. But he had expected to feel a little more relief upon hearing her cries of pain.
The curse stopped but his wand stayed aimed. "Open the door, Diana," he said in a low, dark voice. "Tell me what I need to know to find her, and open the bloody door."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 15:10:59 GMT -5
Diana stopped screaming as the curse left her, and she reacted quickly. Most people after being struck by the curse were helpless as they reconciled the pain. Diana was trained, conditioned to embrace the pain and use it as fuel. She brought her wand up , “Expelliarmus!” she swished her wrist the other way, “Levicorpus!”, and then again another way, “Incarcerous!”
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 15:20:29 GMT -5
If there had been time, he would have been impressed by how quickly she recovered from his curse. But there was no time. His wand was forced from his hand, landing somewhere on the opposite side of the room. His body was hoisted into the air where he dangled freely from the ankle until he was bound with ropes. The look of shock on his face only lasted a minute before it was replaced with a mixture of hate and adoration.
"Feeling lonely already, Diana?" he taunted, referencing how their last encounter had ended after she tied him up.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 15:33:21 GMT -5
Diana stood from the ground and wiped any lingering tears of pain from her eyes. The cruciatus was a predictable curse by dark wizards, but she didn't know of Christian's darker attributes, so he had managed to catch her off guard. By his shock she knew she had caught him off guard as well.
She secured the robes to a hook in the ceiling, then kept her eyes on him as she went to retrieve his wand. She put it in the nightstand and locked it with a spell. She didn't trust him with a wand, and she had no intention of being cursed again.
"Silencio." she added for good measure, then took the time to congratulate herself on not killing her lover, it would be much easier with him silenced.
She moved toward another part of the room where she had left a bottle of firewhiskey after they had finished the other one. She took a long sip while contemplating what to do with him.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 15:38:12 GMT -5
This was twice now he'd let her get the better of him. Perhaps he went easy on her because she was a woman. He certainly had underestimated her. The layers of Diana were peeled off, revealing her true self to Christian. He smiled as he watched her, unable to speak the curses and compliments that formed in his mind.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 15:48:52 GMT -5
Diana took the first easy breath since receiving his owl.
"What am I to do with you?" she asked out loud, but without looking at him. Her eyes darted to him in amusement, "I could make you forget ever seeing me." she taunted, "That would make things much easier."
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 15:55:42 GMT -5
He opened his mouth to make a remark, but nothing came out. He smiled at her again. Forgetting he had seen her would actually be a pleasure. He would still track her down and kill her, claiming his earnings from her enemies, and not remember that she'd produced a daughter. His daughter. Christian frowned slightly.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 16:05:26 GMT -5
"I could kill you." she said equally as easily as if she were deciding what to eat for lunch. Though she didn't mean it. Whether she liked it or not Christian was her daughter's father, and she wasn't going to have his blood on her hands.
She glanced over at the clock, it was only seven, she still had an hour before her meeting.
"I need to get ready. I apologize for the discomfort." she said moving toward the wardrobe. She pulled out a red dress and the appropriate jewelry.
She went to check on his bonds one last time making sure he was secure before stepping into the bathroom to take a shower. She took her time, feeling secure that he was immobilized for the time being.
Finally she emerged, hair done, make up done, and an all together classy if not a tad revealing red dress.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 16:44:14 GMT -5
Christian was growing impatient with her games. He hung upside down, bound and light headed. While she showered, he attempted to reach the hook that held him to the ceiling, but the ropes were too tight. He'd have to find another way. Wiggling like a worm on a hook, Christian managed to free one hand before Diana emerged from the bathroom. Christian froze.
Some contact you must be meeting, he tried to say but her spell prevented any sound from coming.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 16:56:22 GMT -5
She seemed startled by him. Not that she forgot he was there, but that she had the audacity to keep him suspended as she had. That was the effect he had on her. She could be cold, ruthless to almost anyone, but this man haunted her. She understood that she'd never mean anything to him besides a good tumble, and now the mother of his child, she only wished she could truly relegate him to the same limbo he had her.
She noticed his free hand and raised an eyebrow.
She used her wand to tighten the bonds back around his hand then walked toward him, "Are you going to be a good boy while I'm gone?" she asked her lips ghosting around his ear.
She turned abruptly and walked toward the nightstand, "Maybe I should take a little insurance with me." she took his wand and brought her leg up on a chair, she peeled her dress upward where a sheath waited against the side of her hip. She put his wand there and pocketed her own in her satchel. Finally she stepped out of the room. The spell prevented him from leaving, not her.
Wandlessly she removed the spells that held him suspended and silent. A part of her thought to apologize, but the part that had been crucioed turned on her heel and left.
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