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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 15:38:56 GMT -5
(The following thread may get ugly....)
Isabella was still humming to herself as she finished her shower. She no longer felt as if she was carrying a watermelon in her stomach, which was a big improvement. But she'd still have to do some work to get back her former figure. She got dressed in some casual robes and dried her hair straight. She hurried over and began packing her things, along with the baby's things. She smiled as she thought of Conor, spending time with his father. She already missed them both and couldn't wait until they came back. Pretty soon they would be at their newly-fixed up cabin with their new family. Everything was going to be perfect.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 15:58:21 GMT -5
Voltaire ran breathlessly back to the hospital wing. He couldn't even be sure if he was headed in the right direction. he ran blindly it seemed. He reached the Hospital wing hall and yelled "ISA! HELP"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 17:13:28 GMT -5
Isabella had her back to him as she finished packing her things. "Voltaire, what is it?" she said, laughing. "Did he spit up or something?" She turned around and saw his panic-stricken expression and empty arms. "Where's Conor?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 19:46:05 GMT -5
Voltaire took his shaking hands and stuttered out "Conor is gone! he's been taken from me!" he said his face pale. " I forgot his bag and when I came back the door was open and he was gone! there's blood and -and" Voltaire couldn't go on, he was panicked with fury, fear and most of all fear.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 22:04:22 GMT -5
"What?" Isabella nearly shreiked. She stared at him for a long moment, the blood draining from her face as her heart pounded heavily in her chest. She felt like she couldn't breathe, and she didn't know what to do or say. For the first time in her life, she felt utterly and completely helpless. It was not a feeling she liked.
Struggling to regain her breath, she sank down onto the bed. "You.... you LEFT him?" she said at last. "He's not even two days old and you LEFT him ALONE? And what is this about BLOOD?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 22:08:35 GMT -5
"It wasn't his! I swear it wasn't his! I didn't think it would be dangerous! We're HERE! The dove it was the dove it was ripped from limb to limb! I didn't mean to leave him!" Voltaire was shaking. He was scared, "Isa you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt him!" he said deperatly stepping closer to her "Please you know That I love him as I love you, But he's gone!" He opened his arms, he needed her right now he didn't know if he was going to stand this.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 22:18:00 GMT -5
Isabella stared at him, but didn't move. "You shouldn't have left him," she said, her voice flat. She took a deep breath and lifted her chin. Tears were sparkling in her eyes and she felt as if a block of ice was stuck inside her chest. "OK, so it was the dove's blood? Why would someone kill the dove and take our child? Do you think it was someone connected with Voldemort? Did they leave any kind of clue except a dead dove?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 22:23:36 GMT -5
"No there wasn't anything, he's just gone ...I ...My pocket watch said he was in mortal peril, I don't know where it is anymore, but I know there's something wrong, why else would that damn bird just disintergrate?! Leo was turned into a toy and ozzy was nearly screaming, I don't know where he is! the door had been left open! " he said waffling between wanting to touch her to make sure she was tangible and wanting to stay away from her, afraid of what she'd say and do.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 22:28:50 GMT -5
"Shut up and let me think for a second," Isabella said sharply. She stood up and began to pace the floor. "Clearly, whoever did this was very cruel. Oh, Merlin, if they hurt my baby, I will peel the skin from their bones and burn it!" she hissed fiercely. "It has to be Voldemort. He sent one of his brainwashed minions to come here and steal our baby to pay us back for switching sides..." She faltered and gripped onto the bedpost as she began to cry again. "What are they going to do to him? He must be so scared and so alone without his mother..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 22:33:04 GMT -5
Voltaire couldn't stand the uncertinity anymore he wrapped his arms around her and said "He can't be too far, we can find him!" he said sure that together with the way they loved each other they could find him.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 22:41:56 GMT -5
Isabella felt his arms around her, but instead of taking comfort in his touch, she pushed him away. "Don't TOUCH me!" she shouted. "This is not the time for that, and do you think I even want to LOOK at you right now? I trusted you to watch our son for 20 minutes while I took a shower... and you LOST him! He should never have left your sight!" She walked across the room and stared at him, her eyes blazing. "It's just like yesterday when you LOST Natalie! If you'd been paying attention, Sabrina might still be alive!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 0:04:09 GMT -5
Voltaire felt like he had been shot, he had to have been, something hard just had to of ripped through his very being. "I didn't mean to...I " he couldn't defend himself...it was his fault, utterly worthless where he stood he couldn't even remember where is bedroom was or why exactly he couldn't remember it. Having been so roughly shoved away he took a step backward.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 0:10:43 GMT -5
Isabella shook her head. "We don't have time for this. We need to organize a search party and start looking for him NOW. It's probably already too late, but maybe there's a chance the kidnapper is still in the area. Are Alastor and Wesley still in the next room? Maybe they can help. Oh, and maybe Natalie's seen something." She brushed past him as if he wasn't even there. "Stop looking so pathetic. We need to move fast. Move it!" She snapped her fingers in front of his face. Right now, the rage and anger were boiling inside her and she knew if she didn't move, didn't do something, she was going burst.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 0:19:36 GMT -5
Voltaire stepped back again, stunned and hurt. he made another tempt to touch her "Isa, We can find him." he said a stubborn prideful side of him refused to ask Wesley for help, he touched her arm, hoping that she'd stop rejecting him.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 0:26:12 GMT -5
"What part of 'don't touch me' didn't you understand?" she said harshly, jerking away from his touch. "Do you understand... do you even have a clue what I am feeling right now? I swore I would protect him with every fiber of my being and that no harm would ever come to him, and he's not even two days old and I've broken my promise! All because I couldn't trust you to watch our son for 20 minutes!" Without another word to him, she turned around and burst into the next room and looked at Wesley, who was talking to a pretty brunette. "Wesley... our son is missing. Can you help us organize a search party?"
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Post by Wesley St. Clare on Apr 7, 2007 0:30:41 GMT -5
Wesley stood up. "Of course we'll help," he said immediately. "Voltaire helped me find Natalie, the least I can do is return the favor. What happened?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 0:32:48 GMT -5
Voltaire didn't say a word, burning seething emotions wraithed in his gut, he walked out of the area, down to his office, where it smelled like the sick metallic stench of blood. He didn't deserve peace.
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Post by Angelique St. Clare on Apr 7, 2007 0:32:59 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'll help, too," Angelique said. "I don't know how much help I'll be, since I don't know my way around, but I'll do whatever I can."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 0:39:10 GMT -5
Isabella felt another spark of fury rip through her as Voltaire walked out of the room without a word. She wanted him to hurt the way she was hurting. Deep down, the words she had said to him sat in her her stomach, twisting around and making her feel sick inside. But she didn't have time for this. She needed her son. "OK, great, just... start looking around outside on the grounds, both of you. And if you see Alastor, tell him what's going on and ask him to help." She sniffled back a tear. "He was kidnapped. I think it was one of Voldemort's followers, out of revenge for my leaving his service. Please.... we have to find him. Thank you so much," she said. "I'm going to find Dumbledore."
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Post by Angelique St. Clare on Apr 7, 2007 0:43:14 GMT -5
Angelique looked at Wesley after Isabella left. "OK," she said, "who was that?"
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