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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2012 21:06:42 GMT -5
"Grayson!" Lauren ran out of the castle, nearly tripping over her feet as she chased after the American boy. In one hand her copy of Macbeth was flapping around in the wind wildly, "Galloway!" She laughed as she righted herself on her feet and jumped over a rock. She was gaining on him, just what she had been trying to do. She had to catch someone so that they could read with her. She was starting to get restless sitting in the castle all day. Her classes had been taking their toll on her. She smiled when she was nearly close enough to catch Grayson's robe.
Grayson heard the calls of his Gryffindor...friend (if one could say that Grayson had any friends at this point...He wasn't exactly sure where he stood with anyone these days. However, Lauren didn't seem to care either way) and turned slightly to the left to acknowledge that he had heard her. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. She would probably have enough words for the both of them.
"Grayson!" Lauren finally caught his robe and he spun around.
"Hi, Lauren." Grayson answered, his brow furrowing a little bit. He hadn't exactly been avoiding her, but he hadn't exactly asked for her company either. He was in a bad mood because of the Hecate situation that had occurred earlier. Hecate was demanding and Grayson was one of her right hand Brothers on Hogwarts Grounds.
"Hi. Listen-" Lauren continued talking even though she recognized the signs that Grayson didn't want to speak to her, "I was thinking if you're not busy that you could read a part of Macbeth with me? A Macbeth and Lady Macbeth scene? Just really quick. I need someone to bounce some ideas off of. I have a lot of-" She stopped talking and took a couple of breaths, trying to get back to normal.
Grayson was frowning deeply at her and she widened her eyes, "Oh!" She smiled brightly, "No...yeah. I get it. Another time then?" She shook her head, embarrassed that she had ignored his subtle hints until right now. She quickly ran back up the hill and toward the castle shaking her head.
Grayson continued down the path to the Forbidden Forest. Hecate was expecting him and he was not about to let her down. He watched his step as he clambered over roots and sticks that were covering the ground. He made it about half a mile into the Forbidden Forest and then reached out to touch a tree. Hecate's Wheel had been burned into the tree. It was inconspicuous enough that the average eye wouldn't see it, but the Brotherhood was trained to look for subtle signs. Hecate wasn't far now.
He walked a few paces left and then felt the familiar burning on his chest. Yes. Hecate was definitely close. He pushed some of the branches out of the way and found himself face to face with her, "Hecate." He practically squeaked.
"Grayson." Hecate said with a small smirk. She pulled her hood down and ushered him into the clearing where she had set up camp.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 5, 2012 21:12:40 GMT -5
Charity bumped into Lauren and glared at her. She was pissed because she had not only touched Grayson but had spoken to him. She was aware of how psychotic she seemed but she couldn't help it. Charity was a difficult creature when she was in love.
Everyday she felt it growing. Not a pleasant feeling as every moment she was falling harder she was not only breaking a law but killing herself. Demons don't fall in love.
Marcus glanced over Charity's shoulder at Lauren and gently unwound his arms from around her waist. He pecked a quick kiss on her cheek before he walked towards Lauren with a bright smile, his teeth had always been unnaturally white.
Charity glared at her Evil Overlord who suddenly didn't seem so evil. She huffed a sigh as she turned after Grayson. No matter what it hurt her either way. It killed her no matter what. She couldn't stay away from him and couldn't be by his side, each put her in pain. Not emotionally but physical pain also.
"Hey, Lauren, long time no see." Marcus cocked his head as he looked down at the book she carried. He couldn't see the title so, he placed his hand over hers, moving it to see the full title.
"Macbeth? Haven't you already read that book? I took you as a Macbeth reader." Marcus pulled back his hand before looking back up at her.
Charity made her way quickly down the hill, not liking how far away Grayson had gotten. The farther he was the more uncomfortable she felt. She tugged at her earing in frustration before she finally caught a little closer, removing most of the discomfort.
Charity was about to call out to him but someone approached before she could. Charity almost stole behind a tree before she stopped herself, thinking how un-Charity-like that was.
She stood, watching the strange women, suddenly not liking the seemingly intimate relationship they had. Every cell in her body screamed with a hot fury and jealousy as she barely suppressed a scream. This woman, no matter how powerful she was, would not live through Charity's fury at the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2012 23:12:17 GMT -5
"Marcus," Lauren said cooly. The last time the pair of them had spoken had been at the Rave...and that hadn't exactly gone well. Lauren remembered getting a little too drunk and saying a little too much to Marcus and then he left. That was it. She brushed some of her blonde hair behind her ear before she finally answered, "Of course I've read Macbeth." She said and drew her hand and the book away from his grasp. She was being uncommonly cold for herself, but she couldn't help it. He seemed to be so hot and cold all the time and she had just about given up trying to figure him out.
"I often reread Shakespeare to gain more insight." She realized she was trying to sound too smart and backed off, "I just....I like the way that it sounds. The perfect murder gone awry." She furrowed her brow and realized that she had said something that made her sound like she gained pleasure from the deaths of others. Oh god...Going to be a long day. She thought to herself as she bit down on her lip, "Plus...It's relevant, you know? Someone rising to power...becoming corrupt and consumed with it? Sounds a lot like a certain You-Know-Who."
Hecate crossed to the small tent that she had constructed on the opposite end of the clearing and sat down in front of it. She pulled the book she had been reading off of the ground and cast a glance at Grayson, "I'm assuming you're here to watch the clearing?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to the side as she looked at him. Her ears prickled for a moment and the voices inside her head reacted before she could. Intrude. Out for blood. The voice murmured and Hecate shot to her feet.
Her fingers clamped around Grayson's neck, eyes piercing his soul, "Who did you bring with you?" She asked, baring her teeth as she spoke. She could hear the small snaps of twigs as the intruder got closer. Hecate's blood was boiling.
Grayson twisted under her grasp and shook his head, "No one! I swear, Hecate. I would never bring someone to you." He shook his head, trying to get her to believe him.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 5, 2012 23:41:58 GMT -5
Marcus stared at her in confusion before he sighed and slung an arm around her shoulder. He smiled at her, playing with the tips of her hair. "What's got you in such a foul mood? That time of the month?" He whispered in her ear sympathetically before he pulled away quickly, making sure he wouldn't get hit.
Yes, Marcus could be a real arse sometimes but she deserved it with all the crap she was spouting off. Hell, Marcus had been born two years after Macbeth had been written. Born? What exactly did that imply? Created would be a better word for how he had come to breathe. Marcus cocked his head, suddenly wondering if he had a heart.
Charity stepped out of the shadows, her eyes glowing a bright red. Charity's fury was red hot, worse than it had ever been. She cracked her neck, glaring at her.
"I don't care who you are but you better drop him right now before I kill you with my own bare hands, you freak!" Charity's voice wasn't her own. The sound was grating as she trembled, her fist clenching. Her nails dug into her palms, causing a bit of blood to well up. She raised her eyebrow. "Do you comply? Or must I resort to brute force?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2012 23:51:58 GMT -5
Lauren stared at Marcus for a long time; she watched him thinking, the wheels turning in his head. It was odd, seeing him so focused. She wondered what he could possibly be thinking about and then realized that she was staring. She blushed and looked down at the book in her hands, "No. Not my time of the month. Thank you for asking." She tried to sound confident, but she wasn't sure how she was coming off. Confused? Probably. She bit down on her lip.
"You just...I...." She couldn't form her sentence properly and shook her head, "Nothing." She laughed nonchalantly and then took a few steps away, "Nothing is wrong. Sorry...I've-" She was going to say that she had stuff to do...but she didn't. She frowned.
Hecate immediately released Grayon's neck and stared at Charity. Her first thought was Demon. Her second was bloodthirsty ex-girlfriend. Either being the case she smiled slowly as she stared Charity down, "I comply." She returned. The ball was in Charity's court now. Hecate touched Grayson's chest slightly and he fell to the ground.
Hecate's wheel (similar to the dark mark) was burning into Grayson's chest again, causing him insurmountable pain around his heart. He gasp, "Charity. Go." He managed to say, trying to tell her to leave for her own safety, although he somehow doubted that she would listen to him. She was too stubborn for her own good. And he had never seen her so...rabid.
Hecate smiled. So the girl's name was Charity. She touched Grayson again and the pain stopped. She knew how to get what she wanted.
"Charity." The name finally registered in Hecate's mind and she grinned wickedly, "Charity Anderson, I presume?"
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 6, 2012 0:09:54 GMT -5
Marcus was pulled out of his thoughts by Lauren's voice. He couldn't help but notice that her voice sounded sweet, melodic, unlike other human voices. Marcus felt a small pull towards her but quickly pulled back. he was not going to waste thousands of years of life just to fall in love. That wasn't happening.
"Well, then, what shall we do?" Marcus questioned, instinctively reaching out to grab her hand. He smiled, feeling like a little kid as he looked at her, trying to see her feelings towards this contact.
Marcus didn't realize how slim and slippery the slope was for falling in love.
Charity clenched her fist, instinctively moving to Grayson and crouching beside him. Her eyes morphed from hardness to concern as she placed her hand lightly where Hecate had touched. She felt the warmth and power, quickly drawing back, instead placing her hand on his cheek.
"I'm not leaving, Grayson, you know that." She said softly, looking him over. She was ready to apparate them in a moments notice.
"Yea, that's me." She said, not bothering to look away from Grayson.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2012 0:21:40 GMT -5
"There really is no we in this situation." Lauren said and folded her arms across her chest in order to avoid him grabbing her hand. Still feeling icy? She mentally asked herself. She lost her train of thought for a moment and then realized she had no idea where she had placed Macbeth. She groaned and looked down at the ground around her, spinning in a small circle and then realizing that the book was in-between her folded arms and her chest. She stared at him for a long while before she opened her mouth again.
"I was going to look over some scenes." She said and shook her head, "You're welcome to join me. If you want." It wasn't an offer that she meant to extend, but there was just something about Marcus that made her want to spend time with him...no matter how hard she tried to hate him.
Grayson's eyes avoided Charity's. He hadn't exactly told her about his affiliation with Hecate yet, about the Brotherhood, about the reason that he was kicked out of Salem Wizarding Institute. And now here she was, in the heart of all things Hectian and Grayson couldn't do anything to ensure that she didn't know what was going on. He furrowed his brow and his hand traced the wheel that was still lightly burning on his chest, "Charity, she's-"
"I am Hecate." Hecate finished Grayon's sentence and watched the pair. Oh yes. It was evident that Charity was in love with Grayson. Quite evident. Charity wouldn't even tear her eyes from the poor American Boy. Hecate was also positive that the girl was a Demon...or some offshoot. The rumors that had been floating around had been true, Hecate had made a deal with the Demons in exchange for power. She pulled her hood up around her face and then smiled to herself, pleasantly amused by the situation, "Charity Anderson." She repeated.
"Just let her go, Hecate." Grayson said and shook his head, "You don't want her. She's the Dark Lords." He mentioned and then realized what he had said.
Hecate's ears perked up and she drew closer to them, "The Dark Lord's?" Her voice was slightly raised with excitement as she stared at the two of them, "This is his Dark Lady?" She wanted Charity on her side. She could see it now. Together the two of them could topple the empire Voldemort had tried to create.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 6, 2012 0:38:48 GMT -5
Marcus frowned before he shrugged. He wasn't enjoying being directed. In fact, it hurt. He straightened himself up to his full height, insisting on acting like the Demon he was. He wasn't human, hell, he didn't even have a heart.
"Why not, always fun to read over a tiresome book that is poorly written." Marcus shrugged as he rooted through his bag, pulling out an old copy of Macbeth.
Charity sat back, twisting her head slightly, keeping her eyes on Grayson though. She wasn't liking this situtation but she wasn't going to leave Grayson. She didn't care what he was caught up in but he had sat and listened to her bitch about the Dark Lord, she owed him.
"I know you. Well not really. I've heard of you. Some stupid deal with our kind that says we aren't allowed to attack you. But if you hurt Grayson one more time I will not hesitate to break that." Charity was focused on Grayson. She didn't care much about what was going on around her.
"One of them, actually." Charity shrugged, pulling away from Grayson as he said it. The Dark Lord. Right. She belonged to the Dark Lord. Charity took a deep breath as she stood up quickly and looked away from Grayson, suddenly pained.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2012 10:44:05 GMT -5
"I hardly think it's fair to call Macbeth poorly written!" Lauren began arguing and tapped her lip while she thought. Why do you have a copy in your bag anyway if you hate it so much? She mentally mused and then shook her head, "Although it's Shakespeare's shortest play, it has the character and plot development that puts it well above all of his other-" Her eyes landed on the copy that he had pulled out of his bag and she immediately dropped her own 2009 book store edition. She reached her hand out and brushed it against the old binding.
The smell of musty pages filled her nose and she grinned, "God, it's got to be hundreds of years old." She breathed as she touched the cover. Macbeth. It was a gorgeous book--it had seen wear and tear--but Lauren couldn't keep her eyes off of it. It was like a work of art to her.
Hecate felt herself sweep into a low bow as she stared at Charity, "I had no idea that I was in the company of such-" She sought the right word to convey her message, "Royalty." She finally decided that it might be better to flatter Charity then to just try and seduce her into the Hectian Brotherhood. She raised from the bow and shook her head, "The deal was not stupid. It saved your pretty little race from extinction." Hecate said and raised her nose slightly into the air. She wanted Charity on her side, but she wouldn't let her overpower everything she had worked for.
Grayson watched the two of them, a little confused as to what was going on. Hecate had made a deal with who? Grayson thought about what Charity might be, but he continually drew a blank when he tried to think too hard. Apparently he hadn't gotten those memories back yet.
His face fell when he realized that Charity was still the Dark Lords. He suddenly became hyper aware of the fact that she could never be his. His face hardened as he climbed slowly to his feet and stood a few feet away from the pair of women--both powerful, both connected to him in some sort of way. He was the bridge between the two power sources. He briefly considered that if he helped Hecate gain Charity's trust, then they could topped Voldemort...meaning he could have Charity. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at a bug on the ground. He stomped on it and then looked at it's twitching, lifeless body.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 6, 2012 18:46:57 GMT -5
Marcus chuckled. "I know, I know. Shakesepeare was a great man. I personally approve of Romeo & Juilet more but Macbeth is a close second." Marcus watched her as she looked at it. He kept his lips tightly closed as he felt the need to tell her all about the book.
The first ever copy kept in a fairly decent condition for its age. 380 years he had held onto it, one of his most valued possesions, minus a few othrr things. Marcus watched her fascination with the book with a slow smile. Not many people could understand the value of such an ood book that had been doggy-eared, scribbled in and corrected by Shakespeare himself.
"It has seen a few years. Still perfect read though, if not better."
Charity cocked an eyebrow. She matched Hecate's stance, clenching her fists. There were a few things wrong with what she was saying. She looked over Hecate finally, uninterested in her. She wasn't going to be disrespectful because she had the drive to gain power, Charity could but at the moment she was content with the power she had. She hadn't been offered more.
"See, Hecate, you're wrong there. First, royalty isn't the best. I prefer Charity. Second, you didn't save us from anything. See, when people try to gain power, us demons are all up in it. Without your deal, you wouldn't be nearly as powerful."
Charity spared a glance at Grayson. She glanced away quickly though. She didn't want this. She moved a few steps away from him, putting a safe distance between them. How she hated moving even a little.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2012 21:24:13 GMT -5
Lauren gently lifted it out of his hands and grinned, "Oh yeah...just a few years." She said with a light laugh. Her hands instinctively flipped through the pages, admiring the scratches of quill marks that were beginning to fade with age. Her eyes traveled up one page and then she found herself staring at Marcus. He, who had started out as the boy who terrified the sh.it out of her because he had completely scared her when they had first met, had turned into an....an almost friend.
She took a deep breath and then turned her eyes back to the book, "It's really beautiful. I can only imagine what a good read it is. You'll have to let me borrow it some time." She said and slowly handed it back to him, worried that she might damage it somehow.
"And you wouldn't be nearly as powerful either." Hecate retaliated and stared Charity down. The girl was uninterested in her. She could see it written all over her face. But she was interested in one of her little proteges, Grayson. Hecate's green eyes flitted over to the boy gently and she cast him an odd, slightly cocked smile.
Grayson's eyes immediately landed on Hecate's and he felt a shiver pass through his body. It was obvious that she was up to something. And he was stuck in the middle of it. He gulped and placed his hand on his Wheel, indicating to her that he would play what ever game she had in mind. It was part of the vow he had taken as a new Hectian Brother.
Hecate nodded and then looked back at Charity who was now awkwardly stepping away from Grayson, "You could be with Galloway." She breathed, taking a step closer so that she closed the gap between her and the dangerous demon redhead, "Forever." Her eyes flashed with the possibilities. An overthrow of the Dark Lord would mean Charity would be freed from his grasp...Free to go to Grayson. Provided that Hecate didn't kill him first.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 6, 2012 23:57:56 GMT -5
Marcus took the book and shrugged. He wasn't sure about this. Being around Lauren felt weird. He felt almost calm around her. He knew what Charity had been thinking. And truth be told he really wasn't acting like a demon overloard. He couldn't help it though. He didn't want to hurt Lauren, her found her quite pleasent to be around when the rest of her species rubbed him the wrong way.
"Right, I'm not too sure if you want to do that. See, when you read this book you end to see Macbeth from a whole new angle. From Shakespeare's angle. It is painfully differently when you read other editions of it."
Charity paused as Hecate spoke. Forever was a long time. Forever she didn't have. She had a few years if she didn't fall out of love fast. That or willingly become human. That wouldn't happen though. Nothing was more disgusting than the thought of being human.
"I don't want Grayson, though. Nothing would be worse than being stuck with it. I'm a demon, Hecate, you have to know what that means. Number one law: Never fall in love. It kills us." Charity smiled through it, tracing he skull of her Dark Mark.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2012 0:10:11 GMT -5
"Shakespeare's angle?" Lauren gently touched the book again and then recalled the handwriting she had been looking so closely at, "Shakespeare's..." She bit her lip as she realization dawned on her. She flipped open the cover of the book and carefully looked at it. 1604. A first edition. A first print edition edited by Shakespeare himself. She looked up at him and grinned, "Where in god's name did you get this?" She asked, touching the binding and then taking a step away from him.
She suddenly thought of the first time that they had met and how he had lashed out at her when they had gotten too close. She didn't want to risk this type of outbreak again so she made sure there was an appropriate distance between them. She cast another longing glance at the book...the historical gem that was sitting in his hands and then breathed in, "Anyway...I should go." She said, pointing toward the Black Lake, "I've got...some reading to do." She wasn't sure why she was so self conscious.
Grayson's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Charity. He knew that he had feelings for her, but he hadn't realized how deeply he cared until she had started saying how much she didn't want him. He took a few steps toward Hecate, seeking out some sort of comfort from her. But Hecate held out her hand, indicating for him to stop before he got any closer.
"Please, dear Charity, Don't lie to me. It's terribly insulting." Hecate breathed as her eyes flitted over to Grayson. He looked pathetic. Like a puppy that had just gotten his heart ripped out. Kill him...Spill his blood, A voice demanded in her head and she grimaced. With power came the price. The voice was her price. A...demon within as she liked to call it, "You wouldn't mind if I just...dispose of him, then?" It took four seconds for her to move behind Grayson, her hands placed carefully around his neck, prepared to give a quick snap that would send the boy into death's hands.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 7, 2012 0:23:11 GMT -5
Marcus sighed. "I got it a few years ago. Someone important gave it to me." Marcus rarely spoke of the person who had once let close, close enough that he had almost willingly turn human. Something that to this day he regretted. It was silly that law he had evoked but he felt as if he'd need everyone's support in order to stand by what he had said to himself. No falling in love. No emotions. They weren't human. Why feel a human emotion?
"Do you really need to do some reading or are you just trying to get away from me? Let's be honest here." Marcus smiled, unfazed at what she had said.
Charity raised an eyebrow, looking at the trees. She refused to look over at the situation behind her for she knew her composure would crumble in a second. Seeing Charity lose her composure would not end too well for herself.
"You did say not to lie so of course I would care. But if you did, you'd probably kill me to. Sort of defeats the purpose of trying to get me to join you, doesn't it? So, I'm going to give you five seconds to remove your hands and step away before I permanently remove your hands for you."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2012 0:32:30 GMT -5
Lauren slowly turned around to face him. She hadn't exactly been subtle when she was trying to leave. She bit her lip slightly, unsure of what to say. She could lie to him, but something in the back of her mind told her that Marcus would see right through her. On stage, she was the perfect liar...but the moment she was forced back into real life, she stunk at facades.
"Honesty can only be expected from the brave," She aptly quoted and then put her hands into her jean pockets and looked at him, "I was just trying to..." She was going to sound rude; she braced herself for the outbreak, "I was trying to get away from you, actually. No offense of course, we just...haven't exactly had the best conversation track record. The only time we had a tolerable conversation was when I was completely wasted at the party a couple of weeks ago."
Hecate was beyond tempted to snap his neck just for the hell of it, but the fought the feeling and removed her hands yet again, "Yet, somehow, I still doubt that you will join my side."
Grayson breathed a sigh of relief. Hecate had been known to be unpredictable, Grayson knew that from all the time he had spent working for her, but it never seemed to cease to surprise him. She was a loose cannon...a crazy woman on a quest for blood and power. She would sacrifice anyone to get what she wanted. Grayson gulped and glanced at Charity, still avoiding his gaze.
"What can I do to convince you?" Hecate said and picked at her nail again.
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