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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Aug 26, 2012 9:50:54 GMT -5
Ellie was destroyed. Her shop laid in ruins, her brother was in hospital, Raven was only now recovering, Layne was only scratched up and Jesse was fine beside the shock of the store being attacked. Ellie was aware that it was all her fault though, she was heartbroken over that fact. She kept sinking into that hole of self-blame and no matter how many reassuring words of comfort Jesse or Dylan gave her she could still only see that woman's face and her words ringing in her ears. Revenge...revenge...revenge...She just needed to get out tonight, go somewhere quite where she could just drink, somewhere that Jesse wouldn't guess for her to be in. Dressing up casually for once she apparated straight to Gypsie's Tavern a pub in Knockturn which she'd never stepped foot in but knew she'd be welcomed. Her family had a name after all, no one would touch her unless she did something outrageously insulting or provoked someone. Sitting at the bar she ordered a shot of vodka on the rocks. All she wanted to do was get drunk, and drunk she did. The glasses soon were piling around her as she kept drinking and drinking, her words beginning to slur and her tension only rising as she would giggle and clap her hands and flail about on the bar stool. It was then as she was spinning around did someone sit next to her and she felt her mood drop. She couldn't even be sure if it was him, but the blue before him looked like the person who was the cause behind all this. "Yoooou, it's yoooou, w-hy you 'ere Lee-Leeam." she slurred out, poking the man in the chest. Outfit
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Post by Liam Evan Barnabas Chambre on Aug 26, 2012 10:40:46 GMT -5
Liam was still furious about what had happened at Ellie's shop. He still believed Layne had a part of the planning of the attack, some rebellious act. The older man easily punished his son through minutes upon minutes of having him under the Cruciatus Curse. His son had never endured that long and Liam hoped he understood that he wasn't playing around anymore. Being Liam's son came with consequences but there was no doubt in his mind that Nicholas had cured Layne after.
Layne must have done something to provoke Esmeralda. To feed her lies that would lead to the attack. Es would have never done such a thing on her own.
Liam needed a drink. The thoughts were too much and he needed to relax just a little bit more. He headed to Gypsies Tavern, everyone there now knew his face and his title, he couldn't very well go out into normal places again. Liam slipped into the bar and saw a familiar gorgeous brunette sitting there. He moved over to order himself a drink when she spoke to him, she was completely drunk.
Several glances turned toward the two. Many were probably thinking "How dare you refer to the Dark Lord by his name!" or rather more of "How dare you poke his chest!" Liam didn't lose him calm with Ellie, he simply drank from his glass. "I was under the impression I was allowed anywhere I wanted, Miss Warrick."
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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Aug 26, 2012 18:02:53 GMT -5
Ellie's head was pounding and her vision was blurred and she was teetering on the edge of her seat, any further and she'd fall off. This was terrible, the reason for her drinking excessively like this was now seated beside her, just bloody brilliant. Why did Liam have to be like this, why was he just so devilishly handsome that Ellie found herself craving his touch, craving their nights in bed tucked away under silk sheets, withering under his delicate fingers and passionate kisses. He had her hooked, more so than any other of her sexual liaisons previous and she hated that now, now that she knew who he was, what he did...
She felt tears prick her eyes as she looked at Liam, it was all his fault, all of it. "Why...Why'd yoou 'ave to 'ave some stuupid ghost in l-love with you," Ellie said with a whine to her voice, "s'not faiiir. Why does she get you?" Ellie didn't want to share Liam right now, she was sure that the thing that had hurt the most was the fact that Liam had a lover, a dead one but still, she was his.
Loosing the shop had been bad, but sitting at the bar top, drunk off her face with the cause of her tears sitting beside her broke Ellie as she felt more tears flow over. "I-I hate you! You, why must you d-do this to meeee," Ellie cried, dropping her arms across the counter as she buried her head into her thin forearms, crying. "S'not fair..." she added with a sniffle.
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Post by Liam Evan Barnabas Chambre on Aug 31, 2012 22:19:01 GMT -5
There was a feeling Liam had once upon a time ago. He was young, seventeen perhaps, and the feeling hadn't come on its own. It had been pushed through him yet some part of him learned to love. Esmeralda had taught him this although she was never able to pull him out from the darkness he was in. He had been distraught when she had died, when her illness had taken over and she died in her bed. That had been nearly eight years ago.
Since then Liam had moved on from her. He slept with countless women under different alias' until he ran into Ellie. The Dark Lord had kept her around for sometime and she didn't seem to grow tired of him. It was only recently that Liam had felt that old feeling creeping up on him, although this time it was for a woman nearly fifteen years his junior. He had been in such a state of shock and anger when he heard of the attack that he hadn't said a word to her. He knew she would have thought he had something to do with it anyway.
However, when she spoke he continued keep his eyes away from her, his look casual. "I thought we spoke and you said you wanted nothing more than what we had." Liam was being quite blunt. This had been the last place he wanted this conversation to happen. She said she hated him and he took the words easily. It had been quite a few times that he heard those words.
Ellie threw her head into her arms and Liam let out an annoyed sigh. He was tired of this game. He stood from his seat and watched as most of the on-lookers looked away from him in fear. Power rushed through him as the satisfaction of being feared was resulted. He grasped Ellie's arm and pulled her up. "Enough of you," he hissed before he Apperated on the spot.
The scene changed before them and soon they were standing in his bed room. He sat her down on the bed and glared, "Are we truly going to have this discussion?" Liam growled at her.
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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Sept 2, 2012 7:34:07 GMT -5
Ellie couldn't handle what had happened in the past week, it had all been terribly hard for her to cope with the stress of it all. She had never been put through a situation like that before, thinking her brother had died and having been put through the terror of believing to be the cause for his injury. Ellie was sure her water ducts had to have been dry by now but she was proved wrong as more tears sprung to her eyes . Darn her and her emotional instability these days, usually she was never like this. She never cried in front of anyone, not even Jesse.
"I don't want anything w-with you...ever, never ever!" She had to bite her tongue as she said the words, knowing in her heart it was probably the opposite but refusing to believe it. "Go b-back to your ghost since you obviously l-love her." The alcohol was taking it's effect on her, and with her current state of crazed sadness, terror and denial she felt herself sinking further into her darkness. Ellie felt like a pathetic love struck girl for the first time in her life and she didn't want to feel like this. There was reasons for her sleeping around, it was because she loved good looking men yet the one who had taken her heart had to be a devilishly handsome Dark Lord...
As she felt herself being pulled up she felt herself slump slightly, the rush of the movement making her head spin. Then suddenly though she really was spinning and her stomach didn't seem to sit well with that as she felt queasy. She didn't know where she was as her eyes were still swimming with blurred images, and all she felt though was that she was sat on something soft. She could hear Liam standing nearby and she merely whimpered to him as her stomach churned, making her lay on her back on what appeared to have been a bed. As she looked up at the canopy above she realised where she was then and she felt more tears spring to her eyes. Thinking back to it now, did Liam sleep with his dead lover in this very bed that he had taken her in too? She didn't even want to think about that or she'd be sick.
"What d-discussion? There is nothing to discuss anyway since t-there is nothing here," Ellie rolled onto her side, her hands coming up to hide her face from view. She didn't want him to look at her ugly face which was ruined by tears, she hated crying for a reason and that was because she always looked like a fat slob after she did.
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Post by Liam Evan Barnabas Chambre on Sept 2, 2012 18:52:22 GMT -5
Ellie shot out at him again and Liam let out an annoyed sound. He took another swig of his drink before he flashed his eyes at her, he was becoming impatient. "She's been dead for eight years, Ellie. There is nothing between us any longer."
She threw herself on his bed and Liam sighed heavily. He walked to his closet and shed the black suit jacket, hanging it on a hanger and replacing it before shutting the cherry wood doors. Ellie spoke again and Liam walked to the bed, sitting on the emerald fabric before removing her hands from her face. Annoyance was on his features although admiration and awe shine in his eyes. He looked her straight in the eye as he replied to her, "I did not send the attack at your shop, Ellie. I would never do anything to hurt you purposely." He felt weak in front of the brunette beauty. Here he was, the Dark Lord was pleading his case to a woman. Here he sat, telling her he did not attack her store. Here he showed that he indeed still have a heart as frozen and dead as it may be.
"Of course, there was something else you learned of me. Wasn't there? That night in bed, I wasn't playing when I told you I was going to take over the Muggle and Wizarding World. Ellie, I am the new Dark Lord."
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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Sept 3, 2012 8:46:46 GMT -5
"She doesn't seem to think it was over," was all she could manage out, oblivious to the obvious irrate expression on her fuck buddies face which every other patron seemed to recognise. Ellie wasn't one to pay much attention to others if they didn't strike her fancy, and being in such a shady bar was hardly a top class catchment area for hot guys, rather more of a sanctum for her to wallow in while she drowned herself in her glass.
As she laid on the softness of the bed beneath her she was glad he had placed her there, the comfort of it was calming her stomach somewhat and her body was easing into the familiarity of it all. She felt extra weight on the bed next to her, making her wonder what was going to happen next. Her drunken mind wasn't comprehending why Liam had even taken her back to his home, all she could think of was the fact that his lover was a ghost and that she was dead set on keeping Liam all to herself. Stupid see through bitch.
As gentle hands pulled away her own, revealing her probably horrid tear streaked face she tried to turn away from the piercing gaze which stared down at her. Ellie couldn't bare to look at Liam, she didn't want to feel her heart pain to see him looking right at her like he had so many countless times. They had been spending a few nights a week together, and whenever she asked he'd let her come or if he requested her she would be at his door. What was so wrong with Ellie just wanting to have Liam hold her? Was this karma striking back for all her dirty deeds in the past of sleeping around and never caring for any feelings hurt. Now she knew what it was like to feel heartache, all for this man.
Ellie turned to look up at Liam as he continued to speak, her eyes just searching his face. She knew now that he was the Dark Lord, but could she trust him when he said that he had never meant for the attack on her store? "Y-You wouldn't? W-why not?" She let one of her hands slip from his, moving to his face as she could rested her palm against his cheek. "I...I don't know how I feel about that, I've never been into...all that." Ellie could only look up at him pleadingly, "but, despite that I...I don't want you to leave me, I don't want you to be with that other woman, I want you to be with me."
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Post by Liam Evan Barnabas Chambre on Sept 18, 2012 23:32:58 GMT -5
Liam sighed at her words and rubbed his temples, moving the tanned skin in soft circles. "That's because she's dead, Ellie. She doesn't know how to move on as I have, she has no one to move on with so she holds back and tries to stake claim on her widowed husband. However, she holds no claim on me any longer, as I've said." His voice was now dangerously calm as he finished off the glass, his eyes shooting out at anyone who dared to watch them.
Liam watched as she tried to turn from him, he sighed and looked at her, "You are an angel when you cry, Ellie. There's nothing ugly about weeping." Alas, her gaze no longer met his and he sighed heavily once more. What had begun as a one-night stand became more dedicated as time went on. When he craved Ellie's touch, she was at his side and he for her. It used to be a relationship entirely about sex, about power but that slow beating of a heart began to come alive again, waiting for love to blossom.
She seemed surprised that Liam wouldn't attack her store and he continued to look at her. "Because I care about you, Ellie. Why would I bring harm to a gorgeous woman such as yourself on purpose when I have never had such an intention toward you? I hadn't known about the attack until I was sent word." Her hand rested against his cheek and he leaned into the touch, "I won't force you to do anything. But I trust you won't give my secrets away to the Aurors, otherwise that could end in a terrible way for the both of us." Liam was sure she was finished with her sentence when her voice sounded again. He faxed down upon her, "I never planned on leaving you, nor did I ever plan on reuniting with my deceased wife. I am yours."
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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Sept 19, 2012 18:47:48 GMT -5
Ellie listened to Liam speak, her sniffles the only sound which escaped her lips as she listened to him speak. She had to look at him from the seat beside him, her head on the table keeping her from lolling around. She was feeling the effects of the alcohol on her body as her limbs all feel sluggish, the movements felt slow and it was hard to concentrate to move. "That's 'ot nice of herrrr," Ellie said with a slur.
At Liam's words she felt her heart skip a beat. No man had ever made her feel like this, so...so special. Sure men would treat her to dinner and buy her drinks and smother her in luxurious presents but this...this was different from that, this special was different. "W-Why do you say that? W-Why me? Why are you s-so nice to m-me," she said, her voice stuttering with each hiccup in her breathing.
She couldn't understand what was happening. What had started out as simple attraction was leading to something more, something which Ellie had never had. She was confused as hell but she wanted this, she wanted this more than she wanted to start a clothing brand. She wanted to have Liam to herself, she wanted to be selfish and to throw a tantrum and have him listen to her and to coddle her. Ellie just wanted to keep Liam all to herself.
"I'd never give you away, not if it meant that I couldn't see you anymore," Ellie whispered out as she felt Liam's warmth through her palm, She let her other hand move up to cup the other cheek as well, holding his face in her hands. "...You'll stay with me?" she asked softly, just beneath a whisper. She pulled down his face to hers gently, pressing her lips to his in a heated kiss, her hands moving from his face to wrap around his neck, deepening their kiss. "Stay with me tonight...please?" Ellie asked, pulling away slightly out of breath. It was the first time she had ever asked someone to be with her, usually men just stayed with her without her even needing to say a word.
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Post by Liam Evan Barnabas Chambre on Oct 9, 2012 23:36:21 GMT -5
Liam rolled his dark eyes at her stuttering. Had she really not pieced together the puzzle yet? He cared for her. So much that he was afraid of losing her, of her hating him. Liam wouldn't change, he wouldn't drop his power, no he loved it too much for that but he would do almost anything for Ellie. "Because I care about you. We've gone over this," he said, rubbing his temples, "several times in fact."
"I would protect you with my life." He whispered before he nodded when she asked him to confirm that he wasnt going to oeave her nor did he have any intention to. She kissed him and he returned her kiss, his hand moving to her waist and pulling her to him. She pulled away and asked a request of him. An easily fulfillable request at that.
Liam removed his shoes and climbed onto the bed, gathering up Ellie in his arms and holding her against him. He had strong feelings for the girl in his arms and he knew that there wasn't an easy chance that he would ever let her slip away from him. "I will always stay with you, Ellie. Always." He murmured, turning her so he could press his lips to hers.
{Sorry these are so short. I just wanted you to have posts before I went to sleep.}
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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Oct 10, 2012 5:36:47 GMT -5
Ellie was unaware that Liam seemed to be getting irritated with what seemed to be her lack of awareness but she was drunk and her head was spinning, thinking rationally was far from being her top priority. Ellie had to shy away from this man, a man who had somehow disturbed her heart and had turned her entire life upside down. Her entire life had been based upon playing with men, sleeping around and living life to the fullest everyday but Liam, he had made her heart refuse to budge from him, something about him had stolen her heart and she was helpless to the fact that she was falling for the older male.
"I...I care about you too Lee, too much and that scares me, I've never..." Ellie trailed off, she didn't want to admit it aloud, the possibility that she was having feelings for the male. Ellie had never uttered that word to anyone that wasn't her family, and even then saying it had only ever been for her brothers. Ellie was emotionally...challenged. She had never experienced this sort of thing before because she always kept herself distant from others and kept her relationships purely physically based which meant that she was free from the emotions. But now, that had somehow switched and she was currently being flooded with so many unknown emotions which confused her greatly.
Ellie felt Liam's arms around her as she settled into his embrace, looking up at him with glassy eyes, slightly red from the tears. "...Good...I'm...glad..." Ellie said slowly, kissing his jaw between each pause in her words. Feeling his lips against hers had her hands moving to his chest, long slender fingers raking over his shirt as she coped a feel of what was beneath hungrily, her lips desperately moving against Liam's in an attempt to appease her own appetite for the male.
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Post by Liam Evan Barnabas Chambre on Oct 28, 2012 0:11:58 GMT -5
Liam brushed a lock of her brown hair behind her, a very faint smile upon his lips. "There's no reason to be afraid, Ellie. Not anymore, at least. You should never be afraid, especially about something as small as caring for a man who wants nothing more than to protect you." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.
Ellie began to kiss him and he returned her kisses. Liam pulled her body close to his as his lust for the girl beneath him grew and grew. It wasn't fair to tease him like this, for, if he knew Ellie, she would pull away, smile, say she had to go somewhere and leave. Although, he usually snatched her up as soon as he could. "I'm not letting you go anywhere this time," He growled quietly as his lips traveled around her.
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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Nov 8, 2012 17:12:11 GMT -5
Ellie nodded in reply to Liam's words, it was nice to hear his reassurance, that she didn't have to be afraid. Ellie would have never guessed that the simple meeting she had with Liam that one night, a night where he had lied to her about everything could have lead to something more, something special. The young girl was enamored with Liam, she knew it was wrong, he was older, mature, powerful and the Dark Lord after all but she couldn't help it.
Ellie melted beneath his kisses, his touch always bringing that spark to her eyes as she moved with him in sync. The young model was drowning in everything about the man above her, his eyes, his voice, his smell, his touch...every little thing had her crying for more, she was like an addict. "Good, because you're not escaping me either," Ellie whispered into the darkness of the room, gasping out as her hands went to Liam's long locks, threading through them. She knew that she wasn't going to be leaving the bed soon for a long time anyway.
Waking up the next morning Ellie rolled over, completely naked from their previous nights liaisons. Yawning widely she looked out the window, guessing that it was probably midday from all the sunlight which streamed in through the window. Seeing the male laying beside her she moved over, placing butterfly kisses down his arm, trailing across his chest as she grinned cheekily to herself. Straddling his waist, Ellie placed her hands against Liam's chest, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she leant down, pressing her lips to his. "Morning Lee," Ellie said, smiling down at the man beneath her in all her naked glory.
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Post by Layne Steven Chambre on Nov 12, 2012 1:43:35 GMT -5
Layne was about ready to kill someone. His life was falling completely to shit. Dominique told him he had gotten her pregnant awhile ago, Raven hated him. And even worse, she was now officially dating Lupin. The one guy he had fought to keep her away from. That bastard was filling her head with thoughts, that Layne was the bad guy. Alright, maybe he was the bad guy. He didn't need Raven. He didn't miss her.
He roamed his father's manor, his hands in his pockets. Maybe he would see Bridget around and they could hang out. Bridget was a friend of Ellie's and he had seen her around often for Nic, although it had been awhile since he had seen her. What had Nic done to her? He wandered in and out of rooms, enjoying the silence of it all.
Maybe today he would try to talk to Liam, get on his good side. Layne turned around and began to make his way to Liam's chamber. He knocked on the door and pushed the heavy wooden doors open. What he saw before him nearly made him vomit. A woman was on top of a figure of a man he assumed to be his father and by the tone of voice the woman used, it was Ellie. Ellie was on top of his father. Naked.
"Oh my god. I think I'm going to be sick. Ellie, what the fuck are you doing here?! This is disgusting. Oh god. My eyes." He slammed his hands over his dark brown orbs to shield himself from the scene before him. Ellie and Liam had had sex! His father and his sister figure!
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