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Post by blaze on May 27, 2011 13:30:54 GMT -5
 The air was thickened by a mist and fog that suffocated the small streets of London, snooping out every turn and corner as if hunting for something...or someone. Even for a September morning the weather created an eerie feeling. Something wasn't right. He could sense it. Although, he kept walking, step after step, tightening his jacket around his muscular frame. Putting it all at the back of his mind would help him through the morning, it would help him forget that he left Gemma to wake up alone even after promising her that he'd stop working to prepare for the next few weeks ahead. They'd be hectic weeks without a doubt, dealing with his toddler daughter whose middle name is 'mischief' and a new born son thrown into the mix will force him to pull out of the firm for a while. But he wouldn't complain, how could he? It was what he wanted it. It was what he was prepared for.
The very thought brought a temporary grin to his lips, flashing his pristine teeth to passer-bys. It wasn't his usual expression. Most of the time he'd enter into the ministry with a permanent poker face, it really was what was required to get him through the day. The flash of a smile could lead to suspicions and the solemn look could do the exact same. Quite frankly, he'd much rather not earn himself a one way ticket to Azkaban.
Before his mind could even register his actions, the tall man stepped into the familiar red phone booth and placed his briefcase on the floor, automatically picking up the phone and dialling the usual number and just as his eyes scanned the perimeter, the booth began lowering him down.
It was startling how the Ministry went through so many changes these last few months, all down to Bellatrix's command. However, Blaze Dolohov could not be classified as a traitor. He supported these changes more than most of his fellow deatheaters. He had been present during the attack on the Ministry and his cruel conscience loved every moment of it. It was what he had been waiting for, ever since he was branded with the mark on his left forearm. At that moment, he felt it twitch with the burning that sensation that was so frequent nowadays he had become immune to it.
“Dolohov,” The sound of the raspy voice caused Blaze's head to turn sideways, glancing over his back – something he did more than regularly. Everyone had to watch their own backs these days.
“Selwyn.” It was all he could say in the same respectful tone, these men had become his work companions, he had no other option than to remain on good terms and as he was handed over the file, confusion washed over his youthful features. “What is this?” Blaze's tone became snappy as he opened the file.
“We thought you'd like to see, what we expect to be the the next target for the Order...” Selwyn's voice lowered, and Blaze couldn't help but notice the obvious fear but sympathy in the older man's voice. However, nothing really made sense to him. Why was he wasting his time telling Blaze when he should be out there doing something about it?
“Why in Merlin's name would I want to see who is the next target, Selwyn? For crying out loud, I really don't give a shit. It is your job on whether you save them or not.” Rolling his emerald green eyes, his brows furrowed in deeper confusion as they scanned a familiar name, 'Gemma Louise Ackerley'. Instantly his heart rocketed into his throat. Oh bollocks...
“Dolohov! Viktor is already taking care of it!” He heard Selwyn call out but he just kept walking, breaking into a full sprint. Where was he going? Home. He needed to get to her before those bastards did. |
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Post by gem on May 27, 2011 17:02:45 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, It seemed that all she did lately was sleep. It had been the same way while she had been carrying Isadora. Pregnancy exhausted Gemma's petite body, and in the last couple month all the young woman had craved was sleep. In fact, she was certain she would have been able to sleep for several more hours that morning, if she hadn't been awoken by the sensation of another tiny body crawling into the bed next to her. Smiling sleepily at her daughter Gemma sat up slowly, wrapping an arm around Iz and hugging her daughter to her side gently. "What are you doing up so early, sweetie?"
Life was almost perfect for Gemma. Things had turned out even better then the woman had ever expected when she had returned to Hogwart just a short year ago. She was beyond happy with the way her future had unfolded. Engaged to the man she loved her entire life, with an angelic daughter who had the same uncanny habit of getting herself into trouble as her parents, and another child on the way, Gemma's life seemed almost of a fairytale. Of course, nothing was ever truly perfect. Gem still wished her fiance had kept his promise of being home more often, but with the huge changes that had occurred over the past few months, she knew his work needed him. The takeover of the ministry had seemed to come out of no where to Gemma, and though she was happy for the progress and supported the movement, she wasn't prepared for the changes it had brought about. Now instead of working in the shadows as they had always done in the part the dark wizards were in the forefront, and now it was the Order members struggling in a vain resistance. And while that technically meant that the Death Eaters had the upper hand, Gemma couldn't help but wonder what lengths the failing Order would go to reclaim what was once theirs. She worried, naturally, though she tried to keep her concerns hidden from Blaze. He stressed enough over work, and her pregnancy and Gemma refused to add another item to that list.
"I heard people talking." Glancing up at her mother with large, innocent eyes Izzie shrugged her tiny little shoulders, hardly concerned. Gemma stilled at the words though, quieting and straining to hear anything. Her and Iz were the only ones in the house, and the house had been charmed and spelled well enough to prevent any noises from outside from disturbing the family. Isadora shouldn't have been able to hear anyone and yet as Gemma listened she began to pick up the sound of voices at well. Whispered and murky, it was clear that whoever was speaking was trying to sneak about and Gemma knew immediately it wasn't Blaze, home early. Bolting upright from her slouched position Gemma closed her eyes, feeling her heart beginning to race. Nothing good come from these intruders and as quietly and carefully as she could Gemma crawled out from the bed, scooping Iz up into her arms and searching around the room with a frantic urgency.
She couldn't apparate out, afraid how that would affect the unborn baby, but Gemma refused to let Isadora get caught up into everything. The open armoire caught her eyes and Gemma carried her daughter over, setting the little girl down gently and kissing her forehead, squeezing her eyes shuts. "We're going to play hide and seek, okay Izzie? You stay here and be absolutely quiet, alright sweetie?" It was hardly a fool proof plan, and Gemma felt terrible as she closed the wooden doors of the armoire, but it was the only idea that had even a chance of succeeding as the footstep neared the room.
Spotting her wand on the bedside table Gemma dashed over, clutching it tightly as the door was forced open, admitting two large wizards. Gemma had never seen either of them in her life, and she could only assume they were members of the Order, as death eater would never dare breaking into the home of such a high ranking member. Swallowing her fear Gemma lifted her wand, forcing herself to keep her hand from shaking as she did so. "What do you want?" As she spoke another man slipped into the room, a figure that Gemma found all too familiar. collecting your jar of hearts
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Post by blaze3 on May 28, 2011 8:31:37 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
They waited for a substantial amount of hours, the men had began to get restless within the first hour and still, they sat and waited, patiently. All eyes followed the young man who left the house, walking confidently down the path and proceeded with his journey to the ministry. They had been watching the family for days, examining and analysing every little detail. It hadn't been long until they had managed to gather something of a routine. The young man left the house early in the morning and returned just after noon for lunch. The young woman and child...well, they where rarely seen but that was suspected to be due to the pregnancy. Everything had been clocked and timed. They had to do this right the first time to avoid any unnecessary complications. It was his command. His side of the bargain. They needed to do this right or they would never regain power of the ministry.
Two opposites working together to achieve the same thing. Highly unlikely, but it was possible in their case. No one questioned his motivates, no one dared to put their ass on the line. He knew what he was doing and as foolish as it would be, they trusted him. He was a man about his business, he weaved his way through the Ministry, had ears in the Order and not to mention, he owned the Mafia. It was an understatement to say he had the Wizarding world wrapped around his finger and he didn't take it for granted, he just used it to his advantage. However, he had no intention on helping the Order, he was doing this all for himself.
Who did she think she was rejecting him? Rejection has never been an issue for him. He got everything he set his dark eyes on...except her. It wasn't good feeling, something he refused to experience again.
Manipulating the order hadn't been the first of his many great ideas, but it was a great idea. He had been planning this for months in advance, as the Deatheater's became stronger, the Order became desperate and in their time of need, there he was, he may as well have had a bloody halo attached to his head. Whatever the hell possessed them to trust a man like him was far beyond his understanding but he was certainly grateful for it. Now he could get what he wanted with out any shit coming down on him. If anyone was to blame, it'd be the Order and once again, Viktor Dolohov would look like a Godly figure.
The dark, almost black coloured eyes scanned over the men who stood by him. A few of his men and a few of the Order. “We make this quick. No fucking around. Trash the house around a little and I'll sort out the woman. Got it?” They all nodded, understanding the demands that were given to them. They weren't complicated and nothing that would baffle their mindless brains. When the orders were passed out, the group quickly but silently strolled towards the house, some hurrying before others while Viktor took his time, keeping his wand secure in his pocket. A few charms were muttered here and there and soon the door was pushed open.
Nothing but silence consumed the house, that was until the shuffling of feet was heard. He didn't bother shushing them or commanding silence, he was too busy thinking. Glancing over his shoulder at the two men who stood by his side, signalling them to make their way upstairs and they obediently listened, allowing Viktor to follow. He watched without protest as they opened each door, searching for the one thing he came for. The one thing he'd eventually get his paws on. Gemma.
Eventually they came to the last door, both men turned their heads towards Viktor for permission to continue and with a single nod, they forced open the door and he heard her, he could even smell her scent...it was alluring and one of the things that caused him to step forward, revealing himself to the gorgeous blonde. The trademark smirk plastered on his lips.
Taking her in from head to toe, it was impossible to remove the smirk, instead he took a step closer, taking notice of the wand clasped in her tight grip. “Hello Gemma, long time, no see, eh?” Licking his lower lip, his eyes narrow slightly, flickering between her and her wand, “It's rather rude to point a wand at family.” His voice had no sense of warmth, it was cold but there was something else there...something unexplainable and as he took a step forward with one swift movement, he held his wand between fingers, resulting in the two other men doing the same, pointing at all one thing. Her. “Now be a good girl and lower the wand, Gemma.”
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Post by gem on May 31, 2011 16:36:16 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, The crash of the door made as it was forced open caused Gemma to stiffen slightly, pushing back the urge to run and hide with her daughter, instead standing up straighter and keeping an antentive eye on the intruders. When she first saw Viktor's face Gemma had felt the slightest glimmer of hope, mistakenly believing for a moment that the man had come to her aid, but that feeling dissipated swiftly, replaced by a heavy dread that seemed to settle onto her shoulders like a heavy shroud, weigh her down. From the way the first two men looked towards Viktor's lead it was easy to see that the older Dolohov was both the controls and brains of the operation, a realization that sickened Gemma's stomach. She had never liked the man, and though he had thoroughly disgusted her to the core since they day he had attempted to kiss her, she had always maintained the assumption that he would have kept his distance after her rejection of him, and kept to terrorizing women that wouldn't fight back. Blaze had told her that there was nothing she could do against Viktor and Gemma had listened, instead of seeking the vengeance she had wanted so desperately at the time, not wanting to cause any more trouble within the family. Now, however, she wished she had killed the bastard the first time around.
The sound of his voice reaching her ears sent frightened chills crawling down her back, something in his tone terrifying her more then she was wiling to admit. Casting a frantic look around the room Gemma accepted that fact that it was going to be impossible for her to escape this unscathed. Horribly outnumbered, Gemma had next to no chance of besting three fully trained wizards. The two Order lugs appeared as if they would have been lucky to have two braincells between the both of them to rub together, but Gemma was certain that as accomplished as her own spell work was, she was hardly a match for a man who had devoted a good part of this life to the dark arts. "Not nearly as rude as barging into my home." Fighting to keep her voice steady Gemma couldn't keep herself from flinching as the men raised their wands towards, feeling all together too much targeted and unprotected.
Watching cautiously as he stepped towards her Gemma refused to step back, too prideful for such an action. "Go to hell." Curling her lip in contempt, blue eyes bright with rage, Gemma snarled at the man, not lowering her arm and instead keeping her wand trained onto Viktor's chest, her grip tight in case he tried to disarm her. Her gaze darting between the three men as she tried in vain to come up with any kind of plan. Hesitating for a long moment before she spoke Gemma slowly lowered her wand, not dropping it completely but keeping it hovering between the two of them. "What do you want, Viktor?" Repeating her question, this time her voice did shake, with a mixture of her fear and anger at being treated in this manner. About to glance towards the armoire, concern about Isadora making Gemma's heart ache, Gemma caught her stupidity just in time, praying that Viktor hadn't noticed the slight movement of her head.
Shifting her grip on her wand nervously Gemma sifted her internal arsenal of curses and hexes, desperately searching for something, anything, she could do. While she didn't know what Viktor's real intent was, Gemma knew that there was no way it would end well for her if she didn't attempt to fight back. collecting your jar of hearts
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Post by blaze3 on Jun 10, 2011 2:19:11 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
Oh, he was bastard. No one would ever think twice about it, whether they came to the conclusion through hearing stories or experiencing the full wrath of the older Dolohov. It had taken years to build a reputation that held hatred and fear, two of the strongest feelings known to man. So strong that when combined brings a shit load of respect. Something Viktor received to the greatest extent. While people hated him they where well aware that they stood no chance against him therefore had to live with their hatred and offer him the thing he yearned most for. Respect. It was the thing that he fought for and in the end, rightfully deserved. Being born into a family that constantly demands it, he had no other option than to want it as well. Through years of devoting his life to the dark arts, involving himself into the politics of the Ministry and gaining control of one of the most powerful countries in the world, pitiful fools believed showing him loyalty would keep them alive. For the better have it did. However, he wasn't a man who was easily pleased, one toe out line, one mistake would quite literally be the last for whoever did him wrong. That is how he gained the fear of others. Emotions and feelings for Viktor didn't necessarily work well, therefore he pushed them to the side. It helped when it came to killing a halfbreed or scum, he'd even killed children when the occasion called for it and not an ounce of remorse or shame washed over him. The reason being why he stood there that morning, standing before the blonde, wand clutched in hand. He could kill her, he could hit her, touch her in anyway he wanted to and he'd feel nothing. Not a thing.
When he entered, he recognized the look of relief, a hint of hope. The look gave him a rush, he wanted to chuckle at her naïvety. Although as quick as the look graced her flawless features, it was gone. What a shame. However the excitement didn't leave him, but merely increased. He revelled in her fear, he'd make sure she realized what a fool she was. By the time he'd finish with her she'd keep herself locked up, away from this cruel world. The world he loved, the one he created.
Running his tongue over his pristine teeth, he offered her a charming smile. It was strange how in times of tension as high as these, his calm and relaxed exterior remained. “You're house? I was under the impression that this was my nephew's house. Family are always welcome into eachother's homes. Or is that not how it goes in your family, sweetheart?” He couldn't resist the urge to chuckle and once he did, his two minions in the background thought it was also necessary to laugh in response, earning them a dark glare, “What is so funny, you fools?” His insult quickly silenced them and their lips pursed instantly while their eyes lingered over Gemma. “Now, now boys. It is awfully rude to stare. Despite how pretty the sight is.” The muscular body, suited into expensive clothing tilted forward towards Gemma, his brown eyes also following their gaze down her body, curving over her large stomach.
Now that, he had foolishly failed to remember. She pregnant and very much so by the looks of it. It also reminded him that his own wife was carrying a child, a daughter most likely. Cringing at the very thought, his brows furrowed, “What am I doing here?” He managed to repeat, in quite the daze with his own thoughts before his eyes trailed back up her body, admiring every little aspect about her. Even pregnant she looked desirable, from her slender legs and enlarged breasts to her flawless face.
Regaining his composure, the smile soon returned to his lips as he kept his wand pointed at her, “I'm a wise man and your a smart woman, Gemma. You'd be best listening to me.” The corner's of his lips tugged further upwards as he took a step closer challenging her, the tip of his shoes touching the tip of her toes, their wands practically digging into eachother. “Gemma, darling.” He began, his voice smooth and calm, purring in her ear, “I'd advise you to lower the wand. I know you don't need any stress and believe me, I am not here to place any on you. So be a good girl darling and lower the wand for us.” The lies rolled off the tip of his tongue, running together beautifully. Something on a professional could pull off. “You know this wont end well for neither of you if you don't.” Flickers his wand between her and the bump, his eyes showing a hint of threat. Was she really that foolish to think she could piss him off twice and get away with it? If so, she truly did have more beauty than brains.
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Post by gem on Jun 18, 2011 15:40:27 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, "I would never consider you family, Viktor." Snapping at the man did nothing to relive the feeling of terror that was beginning to grow within her, and Gemma hear the own waver in her voice as she spoke, hating how obvious it was. Feeling close to tears Gemma closed her eyes briefly, trying to steel her emotions against the flood that threatened. Whether it was just the hormones, or if Viktor managed to get under her skin more so then anyone else, Gemma couldn't tell but either way she hated it. She was defenseless, unable to help herself and the realization of that drove her mad. The situation was leaving her grasping at any hope for escape, but the odds were tilted to strongly in Viktor's favor to Gemma to believe that anything would work.
The sensation that followed quickly after he raked his eyes over her made Gem's skin crawl uncomfortably. She wished she knew what was going on inside that twisted mind of his. Nothing good, to be certain. Clenching her jaw, her lips curling in disgust as his eyes lingered over her pointedly, Gem stared back at him defiantly, lifting her eyes to his. The loathing that the young women felt towards the man could hardly be expressed in words, and it took all that Gemma had not to step back as Viktor neared her. There was hardly an inch of space between the two, nothing but the heat of their bodies occupying the space between them, and Gemma could feel the moist warm of his breath on her cheek as he spoke, the lies fluttering effortlessly from between his lips. He was right about one thing, at least. Gemma was a smart woman, and she recognized the lies for what they were. His intentions were all too clear, and as she dropped her gaze to follow the movement of his wand Gemma fought desperately to keep her inner turmoil hidden as her mind churned frantically. Trapped. She had no choice but to lower her wand. Putting her child at risk wasn't an option that Gemma would entertain, and she knew that Viktor wasn't bluffing. He had no qualms about making good on his threats, and the bastard would hardly bat an eye at the consequences of his derangement actions.
Slowly, Gemma let her wand arm drop, until her hand dangled by her side, the tip of her wand pointed uselessly towards the floor. Taking a breath Gemma exhaled gently, forcing all of the tension out of her body and relaxing back on the balls of her bare feet. Fighting against Viktor was useless. The control was in control, and he knew it. Gemma was powerless against him, physically and magically, and she was too concerned about her children to put them into any sort of danger. It seemed that the woman would have to play nicely, whatever convoluted game that Viktor had in mind. Lips curling sweetly into a small smile Gemma took her time speaking, ensuring that each word rolled off her tongue without any flicker of hesitant, matching his smooth tone. "Then what do I have to do Viktor, to ensure this does end well for me?"
It was a struggle for the witch, to stay level headed and keep control of herself, but somehow she managed. Surveying the man before her, Gemma maintained a steady breathing pattern, keeping her body relaxed and pliant, despite how anxiously she waited for his response. There was no guessing what Viktor would want. It could be a number of things, but none, Gemma imagined, would be pleasant.
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