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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 17:10:21 GMT -5
He fell to the floor as she released him, his head knocking into the foot of the bed on the way down. "Mother f*cker!" he shouted as he righted himself. He sat on the floor for a moment, allowing the blood to leave his head and return to his extremities. After a few moments he stood and marched to the door, trying to pull it open. Still it would not budge. "b*tch!" he called through the door after her. He moved to the bathroom and found one of her hairpins, and then returned to the door and attempted to pick the lock. Sadly, this did nothing but aggravate Christian as the lock was not actually what was keeping him inside the room. He couldn't release Diana's spell without Diana's wand. He was stuck.
Conceding for the time being, Christian grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey she'd left and sat on the bed awaiting her return.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 17:19:53 GMT -5
Two hours later Diana was climbing the stairs to the invisible room. Derek's news had been devastating and she was feeling quite dejected, and more than a little tipsy having more than a few drinks to swallow the news.
She opened the door and walked inside.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 17:36:23 GMT -5
Christian had been waiting for her. There was nothing else for him to do but wait. He spent the time upturning her room, looking for any clues that might help him discover his daughter's whereabouts or destroy Diana. He found nothing of the former, but a few of the latter that he pocketed for safe keeping.
When he heard footsteps outside he moved next to the door. As she came inside, Christian grabbed her, wrapping his hand around her neck and squeezing tightly. He pushed her against the wall as his hand slid under her dress and up her thigh. He found his wand strapped there and took it. His hand still on her throat and now his wand pointed at her temple he pressed his lips to her ear. "Any good news, Diana?" His voice was quiet and menacing.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 17:42:33 GMT -5
She inhaled sharply, though she expected nothing less. She hadn't forgotten about the man in the room. Her eyes briefly scanned the room itself, "You've been busy." she choked out noting the disarray, but she didn't fight him.
Finally her eyes met his. Godric he was handsome. She wondered what their daughter would look like. What features of hers and what features of his did the girl have. She realized that she was probably never going to know. The thought was brutal, and it was the reason she was intoxicated.
Then she reached for her wand forgetting her predicament. She wasn't going to hurt him, she needed to let him go.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 18:01:16 GMT -5
Christian watched her as she looked at him. She was drunk. Bad news. Diana moved for her wand and the hand around her throat tightened. "That's not a smart move, Diana. Give me the wand."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 18:05:08 GMT -5
Tipsy. Not drunk. She wanted to be drunk, but there wasn't enough alcohol in the world to get her there.
"I can't let you out of here if I don't have my wand Christian." she told him as if that explained things, "And if you kill me before I do, you'll be stuck in this room forever." she said calmly.
She pressed against his hand lightly as if daring him to squeeze.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 18:38:43 GMT -5
He could feel her daring him and he played with her. He squeezed his hand around her throat until his knuckles turned white. But only for a moment before he released his hold on her. Her neck was red with the outline of his hand wrapped around it. He didn't smile.
"Get on with it, then."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 18:50:46 GMT -5
She closed her eyes when he squeezed and gave into the darkness that pulled at the corners of her vision, but then he let her go. She coughed a bit and took a deep breath instinctively. She uttered the spell to release Christian from the room then dropped her wand to the floor in surrender.
Maybe she was a little drunk. Or hopeless. Or tired.
"What do you want to know?" she asked waiting for his interrogation.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 19:04:05 GMT -5
Her wand fell to the floor and Christian gave her a pitying look. He threw her to the bed, picked up her wand, and wrenched the door open. "What in bloody hell is wrong with you, Diana? Why tell me about her if you aren't going to let me help find her?!"
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 22:34:42 GMT -5
She was a rag doll in his arms, and her less than considerable weight allowed her to soar toward the bed landing squarely in the middle of it. She didn’t move from that spot either. She stared at the ceiling wondering when the end would come. Whether she had it in her to fight anymore. If she truly thought it was worth fighting for. She was tired. She was so tired of running, hiding, killing, surviving. If she was honest with herself, she accepted that there probably was no happy ending in store for her. But there was one thing that would keep her going. She’d wake up in the morning and fight some more. It wasn’t just about her life, but Alyx’s. If she was dead there was still no guarantee that the board members wouldn’t find out about Alyx and want her dead as well and she couldn’t protect her from the grave.
“There’s a price on my head Christian.” she answered him, “Maybe yours too now. I don’t know how far their spies go, what they know or think they know.” She didn’t look at him but sat up and placed herself on the edge of the bed. She noted the bottle of firewhiskey and reached for it.
“I’ve been running for two years. Since my father died and left me the company and assets. His board members didn’t agree with his decision. I got a tip Alyx was in New York so I went there. They sent someone after me and …a friend saved my life. Taught me how to survive. There’s been nine different hit wizards so far. I suppose I’m lucky that they’ve only be issuing private contracts. They don’t want the difficulty of a public hunt, but tonight my contact told me…” she sighed, “Well I guess according to him, a public hunt would have been better. The hit wizard coming after me now, he’s never missed a mark.” She interrupted her speech to take a drink of the firewhiskey, “I guess they’re getting desperate.”
She turned her eyes on him, “They can’t find her…oh God Christian…what if they find her?”
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 23:09:55 GMT -5
Christian allowed himself a moment to bask in the praise she didn't know she was giving him. Nine other hits, all foiled. Christian was impressed with Diana's desire to stay alive, even if it was simply for their child's sake. Then he thought, I probably could have gotten more out of Copperbottom. Christian was ever the capitalist.
Diana looked at him now, panic in her eye. "If you'd let me bloody help, Diana, we could find her first!" The rage was still present in his voice, even amid the admiration he felt for Diana having outsmarted nearly a dozen of his competitors.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 11, 2016 23:24:00 GMT -5
He wasn't afraid. That was a good start, although she didn't know the truth of it by half. She never even thought that she could have been talking to the very hit wizard who had taken a contract out on her.
She was surprised that he wasn't surprised, but shook out of it quickly enough.
"No. Well I mean...I" she sighed looking more depressed than before.
"I couldn't. I still can't. They don't know about her Christian, but if I started looking for her in earnest. She'd have a target on her back like I do. I've been looking for her, but I've been covering my tracks, no one who can be tortured or bribed to give up information. I've done things Christian. Things I'm not proud of, but they were necessary." she explained still expecting him to revile her.
"There's no one alive, save you and a handful of people that know about Alyx."
She swallowed, "But now that you know, you could find her. No one would know that you and I were connected. You could look after her if I don't...I mean if I can't."
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 11, 2016 23:54:38 GMT -5
"F*ck," he muttered to himself as he approached her on the bed (still leaving the door open, just in case). He had really stepped in it now, and he had to make a choice. He could call off the hit and help Diana damned the consequences, or take her out now and decide later if he wanted to look for his offspring. "F*ck," he muttered again as his fist tightened around his wand.
"How many of them do we need to take out, to ensure she's safe?" Christian pocketed Diana's wand and sat next to her on the bed. He wasn't sure why, but this felt like the better choice despite all of the problems they would soon run into.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 12, 2016 0:03:59 GMT -5
In that moment the warmth returned. It didn't matter that he could be a heartless jackass. It didn't matter that he didn't love her. That he used her. That he even used her insecurities against her. His offer to help her for Alyx's sake brought him closer to her than he had ever been. But she didn't want to risk his life either, she didn't know just how well he was able to handle himself.
"Christian I can't ask you to-" she cut herself off. He had used the cruciatus on her, he still wasn't surprised by anything she had told him, and before she had even mentioned eliminating the threats he had brought up the subject of taking them out. She was starting to realize that she was underestimating him, and if it would help Alyx, she most definitely could ask her father to do anything.
"Six." she answered, "There are Six of them left." There had been thirteen.
"And their own personal army of security guards, the corrupt politicians, and ministry officials in their pockets."
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 12, 2016 0:28:29 GMT -5
"Cut off the head and the body will die. Don't worry about politicians and Ministry men. We take out the board members and any guards that stand in the way. Everyone else can be bought. A politician's loyalty lie with their backers. When their backers are gone, so too is their loyalty."
He looked at her, threateningly. "But enough of this sh*t, Diana. The next time you produce a binding spell it will be your last. We're doing this my way now." He stood from the bed and turned to face her. "And if you're so bloody worried about being seen by someone, maybe don't dress like you want the whole bloody world slobbering over you!"
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 12, 2016 0:34:45 GMT -5
She was so surprised by his response that she didn't have time to fully appreciate his scolding, or make the quip about making him like being bound.
What she did know in her drunken astounded state was he was the most desirable man she had ever seen. Time didn't change that. Even her feelings toward him didn't change that.
She stood to face him, still a good few inches shorter than him even in her heels. Her eyes never left his as she reached for the clasp at her neck. She unfastened the dress and it pooled at her feet. She kept the heels on.
She wasn't sure about doing things his way, she was definitely sure that they would fight and battle for dominance again. But it wasn't tonight. Tonight she surrendered.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 12, 2016 0:55:42 GMT -5
He watched transfixed as she removed her dress and stood in front of him. "F*ck it all," he said as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. As he kissed her he pointed his wand to the door, which slammed shut. Then he threw her onto the bed and showed her how to properly use a binding spell.
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