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Post by Liam Evan Barnabas Chambre on Jun 4, 2013 10:43:41 GMT -5
Liam hated muggle London. He hated it with every fiber of his being. Of course, recently, he hated everyone. He had gone on rampages, slaughtering hundreds if not thousands of people, both muggle and magical. He was furious that Ellie had left him, he was furious with himself. So he took it out on everyone else, Liam knew she saw the papers, that she knew it was him. And he hoped she realized what she did to him. The evil that was brought out without her. Now he felt this power, he wasn't going back, Liam was never going back.
But goddamn it he was going to bring Ellie home.
He had found where she had been staying. It had been through a man who had said he'd been seeing Ellie. That had made the fire in Liam's body ignite, that man was now sleeping with the fish, as the muggles say. As he walked to her home, his crisp black suit against his tanned skin, his stomach churned. She had been gone so long. Nearly eight months. What if she wouldn't forgive him? Love him again? What would he do? He couldn't kill her. And he certainly wouldn't keep her against her will.
He saw the number to her house and he walked up the stairs, her stupid muggle neighbors eyeing the strange man. He tried the knob and the door was locked, he swore to himself and flicked his wrist, his wand sliding between his fingers, hidden from sight. The door clicked and unlocked easily as he hid the wood again. Liam's eyes grew with an emotion he couldn't place as he slammed open the door, the knob smashing against her wall with a loud "BANG!" Her neighbors flinched and he nodded to the right of him before he stepped in, slamming and locking the door behind him.
"You didn't really think you could hide, did you, Ellie?" He asked, his velvet tone echoing throughout the house. "From me? I thought you loved me, you had not even let me explain the predicament I was in." He slammed open another door, looking in and growling when she wasn't there.
In that moment, Liam truly looked like a Dark Lord. All the dark magic he possessed was suddenly exposed, all because he had lost the woman he loved. "And if you had let me explain, perhaps so many would not be dead. I have no doubt you've read the papers. I am very irrational when I am angry." More doors slammed against walls as he walked, he was beginning to get anxious as he reached the last of the doors. "I know you are home, Ellie! Goddamn it! Where are you?!" He hissed as his hand rested on the final door.
He twisted it and swung it open, the smell of fresh paint smacking him in the face. He stepped inside the room onto the canvas cover dripped with various colors, she must have borrowed it from a neighbor for years of paint lay scattered. Liam looked about the room, puzzled, it was like a nursery. A room specifically for a child who was very young or yet to have been born. That was when he looked up and he saw the face of his gorgeous Ellie.
He saw her eyes and suddenly his angry expression dropped, replaced with one of love and longing. Dear God, he missed her so. His eyes trailed down her body, he missed her so much. Her kiss, her touch, writhing beneath him as he made love to her between the silk sheets, the quiet sounds she made in her sleep, the warmth she brought his body as she held him close, her smile, her eyes. He wanted her to come home, to be his once more. He wanted his Ellie.
That was when he caught something. Something that hadn't been there when she left him. It couldn't be-No. The man had only been with her a few months, he had said...not long enough to impregnate her. That only meant...no. No. She had just indulged herself in food for she was so distraught when she left him. But she was still so thin everywhere else. How? No! As if to go against his point, Liam watched in horror as a tiny foot kicked from the side of Ellie's swollen belly.
Ellie was pregnant.
Liam stumbled back, his eyes wide in shock. It couldn't be, they couldn't be...not his no. No, they weren't his. Ellie had been with another man, she had to have been. And that made the sense of betrayal even worse to Liam. He had nothing to say, he didn't know what to say. He looked up at Ellie, these questions in his eyes. He had burst in so high and mighty, and now here he stood; the Dark Lord in fear for he might be becoming a father, again.
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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Nov 25, 2013 7:58:23 GMT -5
Ellie was finally at a place where she could say that she was happy. Not overjoyed, not ecstatic, but she was just happy, and that was fine with her. Being alone, her family all but dispersed, Ellie just lived within her mansion, painting away at the baby room and making clothing and just keeping off her sore, swollen feet. Her stomach was so big she couldn't even see her feet, and she was sure, with her size, that she was going to have twins which wasn't unlikely considering she herself was a twin and the father of her child or children had twins as well. Twins. Ellie could barely wait any longer, she just wanted to hold them in her arms.
Having gone into Muggle London to the old mansion, now void of life to collect a few of her old things from the storage room, her old chest of draws and the few remaining material she had left there. She was planning on expanding her paint room, using the old chest as storage for the pots of paint and brushes and other utensils. She wanted her children to have the best life that they could have, and even if she were to be their only parent she still was sure that they were going to have everything that they could ever ask for.
She was packing a bag, one of the house elves had accompanied her from the mansion to come help her. It would do her no good to put any stress on her, she was only a few weeks away, maybe even less from giving birth and Ellie was waddling like a duck, let alone having to bend and pick up heavy objects. So there she was, instructing her elf where to take everything and then, with a pop they were gone.
She was going to stay here for a while, so she decided to pull out a brush, and began to paint her old nursery. It was filled with vibrant, shimmering colours which caught the light in the room. It was a painting symbolizing all her hopes and dreams and her children. She was going to be happy, for them.
Rubbing her belly through the white singlet, the material stretched over the large bump, Ellie let a small smile slip onto her lips, only love reflected in her eyes. She was going to be a Mummy. Too bad Daddy was not around, and Ellie was sure he never would be. She could barely bring herself to say his name, and even now the thought of him only made her remember the image of him laying in bed with another woman, the slut practically draping herself over him. She could never forgive him for that. At least she could say she came out of it with something special, and that was her children.
At the sound of a bang Ellie squeaked, taken aback. Who on earth could get in here, there was only a few who even knew about this place, let alone be able to enter it. A familiar voice flooded the halls and Ellie gulped audibly. No, no, no. It couldn't be him. How did he find her...after all this time she had hidden, kept away from the public eye... She heard his voice carry up the stairs She heard him blame his slaughtering on her, and she felt tears spring to her blue eyes. This was not that man she had loved, this was the Dark Lord, and Ellie was afraid for not herself, but for the lives of the little ones inside her.
She pressed herself up against the wall, frantically looking for a way out. It was too late though, as the heavy thumps of shoes on wood kept approaching, and Ellie knew that there was no place she could hide, not from him anyway. She so wanted to leave, to just get out, but the anti-apparation wards where still in place, and she was stuck here to face the wrath of the Dark Lord alone. God she wished she had at least someone she could call to help her, but everyone Ellie loved had left her. They always did.
As soon as the burst door in her eyes were drawn to him, locking in that dark gaze. She could see the emotions flicker through his expression, moving from anger, to longing, to surprise, to sheer disbelief. Ellie knew that he was practically petrified, not even able to form the words to the questions which were so clearly plastered across his face.
Ellie felt so strange, to see her lover once more. She wanted to go run into his arms, or punch him in the face, she was tossing up between the two. She couldn't believe he was here, standing before her, let alone that he had broken into her old house, yelled at her, blamed her for his wrong doings and was now stunned to silence because he had noticed the obvious large bump she carried. "You shouldn't be here...why are you even..." Ellie shook her head, she shouldn't be asking questions, she didn't want to know if he was here to kill her, to keep her quiet about all that she had seen and heard within the walls of his house, his lair.
"Get out, unless you're here to hurt me then do your part and leave," she said firmly, "and don't even think about hurting my babies or I will kill you myself." She stood to her full height, even though her feet and back ached, and she felt the babies kick wildly against her skin. "What do you want with me? Revenge? To shove everything back into my face, again? To rub the salt in the wounds that yes, I was the toy, and I was played like a fucking fiddle? I don't need you to tell me things I already know..."
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Post by Liam Evan Barnabas Chambre on Jan 4, 2014 0:40:01 GMT -5
Liam struggled to regain his composure once she began to speak. "I am allowed to be anywhere I would like, my dear. No one can stop me. Or rather, I would be pleased to see them try." He would never admit it aloud, but simply hearing her voice again made his heart swell. He missed her dearly, loved her. And he wanted back what was once, and always would be, his.
She told him to get out. Then she spoke about her children, he assumed the ones she was with child with. "Oh stop it, Ellie. You do not scare me, nor pose a threat to me in any way. Your words will not make me simply leave. I came here to bring you back home." He snapped.
Then he examined her again, "And I...suppose the infants may come along." Then he looked up at her. "Are they mine? The...children?" There was a scratch of fear in his voice, afraid of the answer.
His face fell when she began to speak, his threatening exterior now gone. "I would never lay a finger on you. You know this better than anyone. And you were not "played" as you said. Goddamn it. If you had allowed me to explain then none of this would have happened! Damn you for being so stubborn."
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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Jan 8, 2014 7:17:54 GMT -5
Ellie wasn't scared of Liam, well somewhere deep down her rationality told her, screamed at her that this man was dangerous. She had seen with her own eyes the power that he held, and the following that he had mustered up was a threat to a entire nation, even world. She was pregnant, the father of her children was the Dark Lord and Ellie was freaking the fuck out. Liam was right there, in front of her, obviously here for something but for what, she couldn't tell. Their parting of ways hadn't been...pleasant, nor had it been something she could easily forgive. Sure, he may be the Dark Lord but that didn't excuse him from cheating on Ellie fricken Warrick.
"Bring me home? What home, Lee? You fucked another woman in our bed and you expect me to call that place home? No, that will never be home, nor will you ever get me to go back there, even by force I will still fight ever step of the way." Ellie tried to put on a brave face, but her hands placed protectively against her belly showed her true fear. "Excuse me? May? Like you have any say in the matter..." That was a lie as well, as their father he legally could of course, but Ellie could find loop holes in the law, she always did.
When Liam asked about the children, Ellie had to gulp away the saliva which coated her mouth, making it hard to breath, and even harder to speak. Should she just admit it, or should she try to hide the truth? Feign innocence and try to make him leave, he had no obligations to be with her, or the children. She didn't understand why he would come find her anyway? "I don't understand why you are even here, you don't need me, you probably have exhausted your use for me, so why are you here? What exactly do you want Lee?" Ellie stared right into those dark eyes, not flinching the slightest for even though there was so much death held within them, there was that spark of life that was hidden there too. "Would you want to know the truth?" Ellie asked softly, hearing the tone of fear hidden.
"I was being stubborn!?" Ellie said, suddenly outraged, "how dare you say that I was the one acting out! You were the one bedding some slut in our bed! I don't believe your nerve! Explain! There was nothing to explain I saw it all clearly with my own eyes!" Ellie took a deep breath, her shoulder's shuddering from her screaming. Her head felt dizzy and she felt weak in the knees.
Something wasn't right. "Oh dear..." was all she managed to breath out as she felt her legs give way, a warmth seeping down her legs, pooling in a small puddle and soaking into the carpet.
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Post by Liam Evan Barnabas Chambre on Jun 1, 2014 23:20:25 GMT -5
"IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR HOME!" He roared, his anger flaring before he took a breath, calming himself. His eyes closed as he controlled his heart-rate. "You need to come home. To me," he looked at her again, his eyes bearing a sadness as he looked at her. "If not for me, then at the very least for Layne. He misses you dearly." Liam took a step forward, losing his strength the longer he stayed in the room with her. "They could stay in a room close to you."
He was cracking. She would easily be able to tell. She spoke again and it felt like a knife through his chest. "Ellie...my sweet Ellie...I would never exhaust my use for you. You were part of my everything." His shoulders sagged as he seemed to show his age. He struggled to keep his composure. "Look how weak you make me. It's shameful..." He had to say something to keep his authority.
"I want you to come home. To me. To be by my side. I want you to come back to me, Ellie." He stared at her before his stomach churned and he looked away from her and took a breath. "I wouldn't believe that you would tell me anything less than that."
She raged at him and he certainly deserved it. His power was gone as he fell to the need for the young woman in front of him. The Dark Lord, the most powerful man in the world, fell to his knees in front of the woman he loved most in the universe. "It was for business. For information. It was a mistake. I admit that. I made a mistake and I am so completely and utterly sorry. Please. Please. Please come home. Please. I will never do such a thing again."
Then Ellie started to fall and he was there in an instant, holding her in his arms. He watched the pool of liquid and felt panic in his chest. "Ellie? Ellie, speak to me."
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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Jun 2, 2014 6:54:04 GMT -5
Ellie flinched as Liam roared at her, it was stressing her out far too much, having him here. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, she was supposed to be hidden, not even the media had much glimpse of her these days. Yet here Liam was, standing before her and acting as if he was broken. Didn't he even think of her feelings at all, was he selfish enough to think that by coming here he could change her mind? "Don't speak of Layne...don't use him to get me back, you hurt me, so so much, and you just expect me to forget the image of you with that woman? Because I can't, I still think of it even now and every time I do my heart breaks again." Ellie whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. He had broken her heart.
She stood silently as he spoke, seemingly breaking down and a part of her wanting to go and grab him, cradle his head to her chest and run her fingers through those long locks, all the while telling him everything would be okay. But then the image of him in bed... She shivered. Was this all a trick, another one of his manipulation games to try and get her to come back? "They're yours Lee... will you hate them just as you had your own son?" Ellie said, her face hard. She had heard the multiple stories from Layne, held the young boy as he cried. She had given Liam a hell of a berating that night, and he had spent quite a few nights in the spare bedroom because of it.
At his explanation she couldn't do anything but stand there, her face twisted up in a mix of emotions. She was so very angry that it was for such a stupid reason, that he would betray her trust for some dirty information, but then as he apologised her feelings for him sprung forth in her heart and demanded for her to believe him. She didn't want to, but there were so many more happier memories that she still recalled with love and happiness. Liam had cared for her, and could drive her crazy with lust and could anger her till she'd throw a fit, but they had always ended up having some vicious make up sex and cuddling the rest of the night. It was just how their relationship had worked, and god had it been good.
"You hurt me, do you understand how much Lee? You had stolen my heart only to squish it and throw it back in my face in pieces. I was so lost, so emotionally drained by what happened that I just cried all the time. Then I found out that I was pregnant and things were starting to get better. Just a little bit, but it was better than what I was like. I had hope. Now...now you come back and expect me to just run back into your arms? You need to work so much harder than that Lee..." Ellie murmured, her hands against her belly. She looked down at Liam who kneeled before her and she sighed. "You are such a silly, stubborn, frightful man..." she moved a hand from her belly to his face, "yet you still have my heart."
Ellie knew this wasn't right, she wasn't supposed to go into labour just yet, there was still three weeks. Her eyes moved to the water which had just broken and her hands clenched around her belly. "Oh god..." she whispered, as that water pool soon began to drip crimson, the sticky liquid sliding down her legs. "No...no...my babies," she cried, struggling to sit up, her arms around her stomach protectively, her eyes wide with fright. The stress of the whole thing set her into early labour, and the bleeding was not a good sign, dangerous for the babies.
"Lee...I need..." Ellie trailed off, she had no idea what to do, and she was so afraid, and her eyes soon found those familiar orbs and she felt just a little bit safer. "What do I do Lee, I don't know what to do..."
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