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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 24, 2006 23:51:28 GMT -5
Isabella slammed into the headquarters without any of her usual grace or decorum. She was in a wretched mood, and had been ever since her breakup from Voltaire. She had decided it was high time for a little talk with Jake and Delilah and the other Death Eaters, to make sure they knew she was in charge until the Dark Lord returned.
The only trouble was, she was not feeling very much in charge at all these days. She could barely go 5 minutes without crying, she was still sick to her stomach, and the Death Eaters, such as they were, were currently a shambles. Laitia was stabbed, Voltaire was gone, and Jake and Delilah were stupid and rebellious. She had done a lousy job keeping the group in line, and it was all because she and Voltaire had been distracted with each other.
No more. She was going to whip the remaining Death Eaters into shape before the Dark Lord returned. And if that meant she had to have Jake and Delilah killed, then so be it, she thought.
But as soon as she set foot inside the Headquarters, she felt her stomach lurch again. "Dammit!" she cursed loudly as she ran to the bathroom. This was getting ridiculous. her drinking binge had been two days ago; it shouldn't have been still affecting her this way...
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Post by Delilah Dupree on Jun 25, 2006 1:08:10 GMT -5
It was nearly dawn when Delilah slipped into the Headquarters, having received its location from Jake. Once inside, she thought it was empty at first and was about to lie down in the coffin she had set up in the back room, when she heard the sounds of someone getting sick. "Disgusting," she said, and went to investigate. She was pleased to find it was Isabella, crouching on the floor and throwing up into the toilet. "Well, well," she said. "What do we have here? Did someone eat something that didn't agree with them?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 25, 2006 20:46:08 GMT -5
Isabella finished vomiting and wiped her mouth. Then she stood up, glaring hatefully at Delilah. "You've got a lot of nerve coming here after what you pulled," she said in a low, threatening voice. "I should kill you right here and now. First you try to kill me after the ball, and then you murder two innocent children and for what? Just to make a scene and scare the hell out of everyone? Your idiot protege almost killed Voltaire's cousin, you know. You really made a mess of things..."
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Post by Delilah Dupree on Jun 25, 2006 20:59:24 GMT -5
Delilah laughed. "Oh, right, like you can kill me. I doubt you've ever killed anyone, Ms. Rothschild. You don't have the killer instinct in your eyes. You can be cold, yes, but you're no killer. You'd do better off to send a real killer to do the job. You... I think all you could do is vomit on me."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 25, 2006 21:10:19 GMT -5
Isabella narrowed her eyes. "You have no idea what I'm capable of," she sneered. "Just consider yourself lucky that I'm not armed with a stake or some holy water, or I'd finish you right now. Let me get this straight, once and for all. Until the Dark Lord returns, I am in charge and there will be no further attacks on the school or on Hogsmeade unless I order it, is that clear?"
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Post by Delilah Dupree on Jun 25, 2006 21:20:05 GMT -5
"And you're lucky I'm much too tired to bite you right now, because without a weapon, it would be all too easy for me to overtake you and finish you myself. You think a little too much about your position and about your overwhelming loyalty to the Dark Lord. Since when is it only you who gets to give orders? I thought you were sharing that responsibility with Voltaire? Or is it because you two are lovers, that you speak with one voice?" Delilah added the last part with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 25, 2006 21:29:19 GMT -5
"Don't you even SAY his name!" Isabella ground out, pushing Delilah against the wall. "Yes, we were a couple, now we're not, and that's all I intend to say about it to the likes of you. I am in charge now, and if you have a problem with that, I am sure I can arrange to have you killed. I bet Emily would love to have the job..."
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Post by Delilah Dupree on Jun 25, 2006 21:43:26 GMT -5
Delilah laughed. "Ooooh, did I touch a nerve? Well, excuse me... who knew the Ice Queen could be so sensitive?" She pushed Isabella away from her. "Go ahead and send Emily to kill me... I look forward to the challenge. You, however, are hardly a challenge. I could kill you with my bare hands if I wanted to. And frankly, you're beginning to bore me. You might want to get out of here before I decide to have a bite before naptime."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 25, 2006 22:00:29 GMT -5
"Don't call me that!" Isabella shouted. Suddenly the old "ice queen" label she'd hid behind for so long didn't seem to fit anymore. She had discovered her softer side, her passionate side, and she didn't want to bury it again. And yet, she knew she would have to, if she intended to continue working with the Dark Lord and dealing with low-lifes like Delilah. "You might think killing me would advance your own power with the Dark Lord, but frankly, I think Emily has a better chance of being promoted that you ever will. You've sided with Jake and the Dark Lord has threatened to kill Jake on several occasions. You won't win his favor by taking on Jake as a protege. Furthermore, your attitude isn't going to win him over, either. He doesn't care for those who have delusions of grandeur. Humbleness and willingness to follow are the qualities he prefers. Neither of which do you possess. If you're not dead by the time he returns, I can almost guarantee you he'll have you killed himself and he'll take over your stupid army." Isabella's stomach lurched and she groaned. "I need to get out of here; I'm getting sick of talking to you. I'm not thrilled that you're staying here, but I promise you, your days are numbered. Have a nice nap."
Isabella turned on her heels and left the headquarters quickly. Once outside, she threw up in the bushes. "Dammit, what the hell is going on with my stomach?" she hissed. She didn't need this now... she needed to be on top of things completely and not show any weakness. She hated that Delilah had seen her weakness, and she silently vowed to herself not to let it happen again.
And yet, a little voice in the back of her head began to wonder whether she was really cut out to do it anymore... or if she ever had been at all...
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Post by Delilah Dupree on Jun 25, 2006 22:03:06 GMT -5
Delilah watched her go, chuckling to herself. She knew she had gotten to Isabella, and was pleased. The woman was not as perfect as she wanted to appear. Maybe there was a chance to take her down after all...
Shrugging to herself, she walked into the back room and climbed into her coffin for a good day's sleep...
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