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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 17, 2006 23:43:44 GMT -5
Voltaire Led Isabella to the seventh floor and they walked up and down the hall twice. He knew Isa wouldn't know why he was doing it, but he thought of a place they could talk, that was private and not full of any weapons...
The door appeared and he opened the door to reveal a comfortable room with a sofa, much like the one at their cabin, and a fire place and with soft pillows tossed almost carelessly perfectly on the floor. They entered and he shut the door behind her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 17, 2006 23:48:48 GMT -5
She was surprised. "I had no idea this room was here," she said. "What is this room? I don't suppose there's any coffee in here, because I'm a little out of it..." She stopped when she saw the look he was giving her and she sat down next to him, worried. "Voltaire, what is it? Did you find out something else about Rori's condition?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 17, 2006 23:57:48 GMT -5
"No" he said pressing his lips together. he turned and didn't bother to sit down next to her.
"I'm not doing this any more. I am not putting my family in danger anymore, I'm not serving the dark lord or his half baked ideal to kill off half breeds and mud bloods or mudblood lovers!" he spun around and glared at Isabella's shocked face
"I understand now that i am a bloody mud lover! you might have my heart but d**n it I love the muggle world! and my cousin's love it too! I'm not going back and if you disagree, then i'm sorry this is my good bye!"
he said turning his back on her taking a deep breath, holding it then releasing it.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 0:07:26 GMT -5
Isabella stared at his back, feeling as though the bottom had just dropped out of her stomach. "Wh-what?" she gasped. "Voltaire, y-you can't leave...." She trailed off, breathing very hard. It was too damn early and her brain wasn't functioning right without her coffee. Was he dumping her? "You're just upset, you're not thinking straight," she said.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 0:28:36 GMT -5
His voice rose "I am talking straight! Damn it Isabella! I know you can See it! i know you've noticed it!" he took a deep breath and turned to face her "Do you believe in his ideal? Do you think that killing off these children is right?!" his voice cracked. seeing the bodies covered with sheets and set to have letter sent to their parents made him think. He began to realize all his life dipping in and out of the muggle world. While he was rediculced for being different, he had always had fun.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 0:33:54 GMT -5
Isabella took a shaky breath. "No, I don't think it was right to kill those children," she said. "But that was Delilah's doing... she's crazy... The Dark Lord has no need to kill children..." She stood up and began to pace the floor. "Look... you know what he does to those who betray him... you can't leave!" She ignored the rest of what he had said, because she couldn't accept the idea that he would even consider leaving her.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 0:47:43 GMT -5
"OH! Sure! Toss me out of that pretty picture why don't you? Daddy Voldemort would probably whip you raw for thinking that way! Like how you dropped me and hide me away because he wouldn't like it!" he shouted " Some times i think the only reason your still with me now is because he's not here to hover over us!" he turned back around. "Demented Papa would probably DISOWN YOU EH! I give a flying fick about what he'd do to me! I'm not going to side with any of his ilk!" he shouted.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 1:03:53 GMT -5
She froze in her pacing and stopped to stare at him, shock, horror, anger, and a deep pain filled her face. For a long moment, she couldn't even speak for the warring emotions flooding through her. "I can't believe you just said that to me," she said in a hollow voice. She inhaled and exhaled heavily a couple of times, staring at him as though he'd just ripped out her beating heart and was waving it in front of her. Slowly her pain turned to anger and her voice shook with it as she spoke. "This is not my fault! How dare you take this out on me? How dare you say things like that to me? I know he's not my father..." She ran her hand through her hair in frustration, making her normally perfect hair stick out at odd angles. "I love you more than anything. If he were here right now, I'd tell him just that. You know how I feel about you... I've shared things with you that I've never shared with anyone! How can you possibly question my love for you?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 1:10:52 GMT -5
"OH i think i can!" he said his emotions were running high "I'm not willing to hide myself Isa! And i doubt you'd tell him so! You buckled under his gaze like a five year old that was told she couldn't have a toy! I thought I was going to be free! but I'll i've gotten is more secerts more lies more deceptions! We couldn't even Look at each other ISA! I couldn't so much as hold your hand when he was in the bloody country! The second he made his displeasure known I became your dark little secret! I'm not a bloody toy you can shove in a locked drawer when your done with it for the day! My Cousin is lying in a bed not ten feet from two dead bodies under sheet and under charms to keep them from Rotting! I'm not going to be On this side anymore! I'm not going to put more childeren at risk! you mark my words, these two won't be the last to die in his plots! and don't say it's just Delilah's doing! she came her to Join him!" he shouted.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 1:21:07 GMT -5
Tears were streaming down her face and she brushed at them impatiently. "I... I... I never meant to make you feel that way! If he were here, I'm not sure what I would say, but... that doesn't mean my feelings for you aren't strong. Voltaire, please listen to me, my life was nothing before you. You've brought me to life when I've been dead inside for so long. I made a commitment to Voldemort, and I cannot break it, but... I need you... Why does leaving him mean leaving me? Why are you trying to hurt me?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 1:26:00 GMT -5
"ISA!" he ground out, squeezing his eyes shut, turned away from her "I can't be with you if your in his ranks! I can't! Being with you now is enough for us to worry about being killed for it! I can't stay with you if your on his side because I won't slide any deeper in that darkness, If i do bring you to life, If i do mean so much to you, You'd understand that!" he said forcing back his breathing to normal. but his heart was pumping and he really just wanted to take it all back, but he knew he couldn't keep up the lie anymore.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 1:33:10 GMT -5
She stared at him, feeling as though her insides were at war. "Please don't make me choose," she pleaded. "I can't choose... Either way, I lose..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 1:37:04 GMT -5
"Well you have to! what do you lose if you leave him eh?! what exactly does he have that makes him so bloody important to you!? He can't possibly love you or care for you!" he said pacing a bit further away from her "YOU either tell me right now, that you love me and that you're leaving him, Or I say i don't and i leave you!" he shouted hating every word that came out of his mouth. he sliently prayed for her to say yes she loved him.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 1:43:03 GMT -5
"If I leave, he'll kill me," she said. "And if you leave me, it will kill me, too. Either way I die. I made promises to him... promises I have to keep. He trusts me and he's put me in a position of power... Voltaire, he left US in charge! Why can't we just kill Jake and Delilah and be done with it?" She let out a sob, knowing it wasn't that simple. "I do love you... I just... I can't leave him..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 11:56:46 GMT -5
"Then that leaves me to do it!" he said feeling his heart hanging out of his chest. He TUrned towards the door and made to leave. He grasp the Handle and turned it. Every movement felt angonizingly slow, He opened the door to walk out.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 13:42:49 GMT -5
"Voltaire, please," she pleaded. "Please don't go. You don't understand..." She shook her head, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "Please... I'm begging you..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 13:49:22 GMT -5
Voltaire felt his hand come off the door knob, he turned and was leaning against the door. "So you want me to forget it ever happened?! you want me to go back to that darkness that would consume me?! You want me to be tied to that, man?! You realize that if i say i didn't want to attack Hogwarts, because my family is there he could take that as weakness! The same kind of weakness i had when it came to you?! what makes you think that he could or would react any differently?!" he shouted at the end. His tears were becoming harder to keep inside, he turned again and made to leave the room.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 13:57:12 GMT -5
"I didn't want to attack the school, either!" she shouted. You ask how you can go back to the way you were... that's what you're doing to me! Do you want me to harden my heart again, to shut out anyone and everyone, to freeze up inside? I can't go back... but I can't leave! You don't understand..." She let out an agonized scream, seeing that, despite the pain in his eyes, he still stood at the door, ready to leave. The situation was hopeless... maybe it always had been. "Fine, then, GO! See if I care! Maybe I was right all along... I never should have let you into my heart! I KNEW this would only end in heartache... I should have hexed you from the very start. You made me weak... Maybe I am better off without you. Do you hear me?" she cried. "I DON'T NEED YOU!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 14:08:43 GMT -5
Voltaire felt like he was stabbed, he felt a tear slide out of his eye and he opened the door and left, he didn't bother shutting the door he just walked quickly down the hall to the stairs and down all seven flights, Jumping down the steps that stuck your foot or in the last stair case, to the entrance hall to leave.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 14:18:58 GMT -5
She let out a horrible sound as he left, half a scream, half a sob. She started to follow him, wanting to beg him to take her back, but instead she slammed the door shut. She looked around the room for something to throw, and when she saw only pillows, she conjured up a large vase and threw it against the wall. The sound of the ceramic vase shattering against the wall seemed to parallel the shattering of her heart inside her chest, and she watched with a perverse satisfaction as the pieces hit the floor. But she didn't feel better. This was worse than the emptiness she'd lived with most of her life. This was sheer agony. Her knees buckled underneath her and she crumbled to the floor in a heap, crying harder than she'd ever cried in her life.
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