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Post by Derek Burke on Dec 24, 2016 17:30:58 GMT -5
Derek thought that the ruse had gone on long enough. Clearly if Diana refused to leave Christian, then coming clean to the man was the next best bet. He already had found a way to restore Christian's memories, although he doubted that Christian would be comfortable with the methods. Still the Christian Derek knew would go through anything to have his memories back. He was prepared to come clean about who Eve was and more importantly who Diana was, when Christian dropped the baby bomb.
"Baby..." Derek's eyes widened, "She's pregnant?!"
Derek felt his heart pounding. A baby explained so much. Why Diana wasn't drinking, why Diana had been more than her usual moody self, why she wasn't staying to help finish the job.
Then Derek fully heard the tone in Christian's voice, a shame about the baby. Derek's expression changed immediately, sympathy, fear, anger, and more sympathy. He hurt for Diana, he was so incredibly angry at both of them, and yes he hurt for Christian. If the man really had killed his own child, he was truly better off never getting his memories back.
"Christian...what did you do?"
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 25, 2016 1:05:12 GMT -5
"Look at it this way; I saved you from being saddled with a filthy little brat for the next 17 years. But if you really had your heart set on being a dad, you could always impregnate her again. She is a terrific f*ck." The lying came easily to Christian, especially when faced with a traitorous bastard who had aligned himself with a psychotic witch with some deranged plan to get revenge for using her for a week more than 15 years ago. Christian smirked at Derek, challenging him to make the first move.
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Post by Derek Burke on Dec 25, 2016 1:11:33 GMT -5
"Saved me?" he asked confused, "You thought the child was mine?" the look became more pitying as Christian went on. If the man was trying to get a rise out of Derek he failed miserably, only because anger wasn't his first emotion. He was indeed plenty angry at both Christian and Diana, but he was infinitely sad at what the couple had lost.
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 25, 2016 1:36:38 GMT -5
The look Burke was giving him did not match the feelings Christian assumed would be there. Once again, he was missing something. This enraged him and he lashed out by throwing a dangerous curse at Derek.
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Post by Derek Burke on Dec 25, 2016 1:41:48 GMT -5
Derek was quick to react and roll out of the way.
"Damn it man! Where is Diana?!" he asked gaining his senses. "I don't want to fight you!"
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 25, 2016 21:46:18 GMT -5
"Maybe you should have thought about that before attempting to play me. Unfortunately for you, I don't deal well with backstabbers." Christian threw another curse at the man.
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Post by Derek Burke on Dec 26, 2016 0:48:03 GMT -5
At least Derek was familiar with the way Christian fought and once again managed to evade the man's attack.
"Oh that's rich coming from you!" he threw back at his former friend, "Ever think maybe you deserved to be obliviated?!" he yelled.
"Other than the fact that you're an arrogant jack ass?"
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 26, 2016 1:02:18 GMT -5
Christian could have certainly done a number of things to deserve having his memories taken from him. The problem was he should never have let his guard down enough to allow it to happen. Whatever occurred over the summer was either life altering or a large-scale trap that Christian stumbled into. The latter seemed much more plausible.
"For f*ck's sake, are you going to talk or are you going to fight? You could just surrender, but either way you'll need to shut the f*ck up!" Christian threw a silencing spell, quickly followed by a binding spell.
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Post by Derek Burke on Dec 26, 2016 1:09:13 GMT -5
Derek managed to dodge the silencing spell, but not the binding one. As the ropes tightened around him he gave a vicious glare in Christian's direction.
"You're so damnably stubborn. Both of you!"
He struggled a little more, but it was in vain as the ropes wouldn't budge. Christian wouldn't dare kill him and incur the wrath of the Burke family, not to mention that Voldemort frowned upon infighting with his members, but there were plenty of things worse than death, and Christian knew most of them.
He tried reason one last time, "Please, just listen to me. I know you don't believe it, but I'm on your side. We're friends for f*cks sake!"
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 26, 2016 1:24:41 GMT -5
Christian didn't give a f*ck about the Burke family, but he definitely did not want to be on the opposing side of Lord Voldemort. There were moments, like this one currently, where he wondered how far he could ride the "most desirable hit wizard" train before the Dark Lord put a stop to things, but he wasn't actually foolish enough to test the limits. Christian had other plans for Burke, anyway, and they did not include him clucking like a hen the whole time.
"It's your choice whether you want to shut it voluntarily or by my hand. I'm not opposed to either," he said before setting the Cruciatus Curse upon him.
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Post by Derek Burke on Dec 26, 2016 1:33:54 GMT -5
Derek held the pain in until it was too much and yelled out, his entire face turning red. It wasn't the first time he had been cursed either, but it was not a pleasant experience.
He kept his mouth shut, but the look he gave Christian was telling enough.
Below deck Diana was pounding on the door. She had dressed and prepared herself for battle so to speak, but she wasn't prepared for Derek's arrival which complicated things. When she heard him yell she went ballistic pounding on the door, then smashing things in the room.
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 26, 2016 1:52:25 GMT -5
Christian's eyes flicked toward the stairs that led to the stateroom below deck as Diana created a ruckus no one could pretend to not hear. "Looks like your witch knows you're here. Should we give her an encore before she comes out to join you?"
Christian struck him again with the same curse. He didn't usually find joy in torturing or killing. It was a means to an end, a tool that guaranteed his success. But Christian didn't like being played or being caught unawares. And he certainly didn't like not knowing what was going on. He smiled slightly as Derek screamed again.
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Post by Diana Ward on Dec 26, 2016 2:13:27 GMT -5
Diana was going mad hearing Derek scream out.
"Christian! Christian you son of a b*tch! Get down here! Deal with me!"
She was panicking. Everything was going wrong, and Derek was going to die because she couldn't handle Christian's betrayal. She put her hands in her hair and tried to calm down.
Finally an idea came to her which she immediately disregarded, until she heard Derek scream again. Panicking she went to the bathroom. She stared for a moment at her reflection, she looked strangely beautiful in a completely psychotic way. With a snarl she broke the mirror, and as the pieces fractured she swallowed picking up a sharpened edge. She sat on the tub's edge and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered to her unborn son, "I just need to make him weak...he'll come for us." she promised.
With that hope she made a deep slanted slash through both wrists and leaned against the wall to wait.
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 26, 2016 2:39:36 GMT -5
Christian stood over Derek, mildly enjoying the man's suffering and thinking about his next move. Suddenly Christian felt drained and his vision grew dark. His thoughts were no longer on his plot against Diana and Derek, but only of Diana and her unborn child. Christian's heart began to ache.
He didn't have time to contemplate why she had crept into his thoughts again or why he suddenly felt like dying. His body moved instinctively to the stateroom and when she wasn't there he moved to the bathroom.
"What the f*ck, Diana?" he hollered as he say the blood that was seeping from her wrists. She couldn't die, he was still cursed and she needed to pay on his terms. There was another reason why Diana couldn't die, but it was almost as if he'd forgotten it.
He grabbed one of her wrists and waved his wand, clotting the blood and sealing her wound. He paused, trying to focus as the room continued to grow dim, before taking her other wrist and performing the same spell.
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Post by Diana Ward on Dec 26, 2016 2:51:06 GMT -5
Diana was losing what little strength she had. Running on fumes and fear, but lucky for her fumes and fear were her bread and butter. When ever she felt like she was done, that she couldn't go on Whistler's voice in her ear stopped her. She had been conditioned via the cruciatus curse to have 'enough' strength. They would train until Diana's muscles tore, til she was in so much pain, death was a viable alternative, and if she felt like giving up Whistler would torture her. He had told her at the beginning of their training that she wasn't strong enough to make it, but if she could make it through what he would put her through, then she could make it through what she would need to go through in order to save her daughter.
She had survived. She didn't always make the best decisions, sometimes she made horrible ones. But somehow she survived. Now, she had no intention of dying when she cut into her wrists, but damn if Christian didn't take his sweet ass time getting to her.
In her weakened state however, she had no power against the joy she felt at seeing him.
"I knew...you'd come..."she said as he fixed her wrists, "What took you...so...long..." she asked closing her eyes.
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 26, 2016 3:08:40 GMT -5
He leaned back against the wall as he felt his energy draining but managed to spin together a string of obscenities in her direction, reminding her how terrified she had been over her baby not a few hours ago. Bloody idiot.
It took several minutes before the air began to clear and he suddenly felt as if a weight was lifted from his chest. Diana still looked horrible, as one would expect after poorly attempting to take her own life.
As his life returned, so too did his anger. Christian rose from the floor and grabbed Diana by the upper arm, not worrying if she was strong enough to walk of her own accord yet. He drug her up to the deck of the boat and pushed her into a chair, then pointed his want Derek who was still bound and, mercifully, silent.
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Post by Diana Ward on Dec 26, 2016 3:18:01 GMT -5
After he yelled at her she barely managed a twitch of a smile, "Knew...you'd...come..." she argued.
He more or less dragged her up the stairs, as her own feet would not cooperate. Diana was fading in and out of consciousness, but upon seeing her friend a small bit of strength returned. She managed a tremulous smile for Derek.
Meanwhile Derek had pieced together that Diana must have done something to herself to make Christian weak. Looking at her wrists answered his question and the look he shot her was one of pure shock and frustration, tremulous smile be damned.
Diana looked toward Christian, "Let...go..." she tried frustrated at her own weakness.
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 26, 2016 3:25:15 GMT -5
"Give me a reason not to kill him," Christian threatened. "Give me the counter curse."
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Post by Diana Ward on Dec 26, 2016 3:55:08 GMT -5
"Don't...kill..." she said fighting to stay conscious. The struggle was evident, her pain was evident, if nothing else Diana was not weak willed - even if she was a little crazy.
She managed to sit up though her brain wasn't functioning at full speed to afford the same witty snark that had become their usual in a fight.
"I will explain...everything." she said mentally exhausted. Her eyes sought Derek's and they were tender, but only for a moment as she pressed on.
"No countercurse. It's an unbreakable...vow. You vowed to be faithful to me...when we got married..."
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 26, 2016 4:05:25 GMT -5
Christian snorted derisively with laughter. "Still drawing little hearts over my name on your notebook, Diana? How pathetic. You've been planning our wedding since Hogwarts and now you actually think it's happened?" He laughed again, mocking her.
"Or," he said more threateningly. "Is this yet another pathetic ploy to get something from me? That usually works better when you have the upper hand. Like I do now," he said as he smiled coldly and crucioed Burke in demonstration.
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