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Post by London Kale on May 22, 2008 18:28:37 GMT
My Little London thing for this year...finally it's semi-here.
London felt a hand close around her throat as she was thrust into a wall. "I don't want to hurt you Lon." She heard her father's voice. She struggled as she choked. "Please listen to your father." he said with mock remorse for what he was doing. Anyone else would have believed him, but London knew better.
London struggled for a few seconds before speaking. "I have no father." She spit in his face. Instantly he let go of her. She gasped for air as her throat burned with the force her father had used. The next thing she knew her father's fist made contact with her jaw.
London fell back into the wall. She was surrounded by death eaters. She felt someone different pull her up. The death eater's finger brushed her cheek. "Why not join us. We would have to hurt you, and that would ruin your pretty--Argh!" London bit his hand. He took a sharp intake of breath before he said the last thing she wanted to hear. "Crucio!"
London felt a surge of unbearable pain roll through her body. Her scream was so loud that she thought her lungs would rip open at any second. She fell to her knees. She looked up, panting, as the death eater took off his mask. Anthony Dolohov, holding his bitten hand in the other, stood before her. "You shouldn't have done that. Now I have to-" He suddenly stiffened and stepped aside.
London winced as she saw Voldemort. Her father's hand found her throat again. London was sure her head was bleeding by the time he pull her up and shoved her against the wall. Voldemort glided to her and forced her to look at him. He was unnaturally tall and had regular eyes. Sure, they were full of evil but they weren't red or even black, they were green.
"Now," he said in a snakelike voice "You're the one causing so much trouble. You might want to listen to your father. He knows best." London searched for a way to escape but came up short. All she could see was Voldemort's black robes. They seemed to go on forever. Then she heard a voice in her head.
You can't escape!
His voice was snakelike. An echo in her mind. A whisper in the wind. London struggled when Voldemort pried her mind. FLASH! London had just enjoyed a Gryffindor victory and kissed James. FLASH! London was walking down a corridor laughing with Lisette. FLASH! London cried as her mother was killed. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
Voldemort glared at her. She had just thrown him out of her head. No one had done that on the first try. He was pleased and displeased in a sense."We could use you. You have unique talents." His eyes bore into hers. He tried to pry in her mind again, but she wouldn't let him. "Let her go." he said with a bit of amusement.
London felt a little better as she could breathe properly again. She felt weak but stood her ground just the same. "You want me to join?" Voldemort just stared at her. "Well, that answers that." London paused, seeing a break in the death eaters. She didn't know if she was going to make it, but she was going to try."Go to hell!" She ran for it, but before the death eaters could move.
"What about Lisette?" Voldemort asked.
London stopped dead in her tracks. She winced as she forced herself to turn around. She felt Voldemort trying to pry again and she allowed it. FLASH! Lisette was surrounded by death eaters and crying for help. Then she forced Voldemort out of her head again. "We'll kill her if you don't join us." London looked helpless. They could be bluffing and she could run for it, or they could be telling the truth. If that was the case, then if she said no, Lisette would die. Did she want to take that chance?
Slowly she put her left arm up in defeat.
Voldemort nodded and Anthony came back up to her. "Welcome to the club." he smirked, touch her arm with his wand, and kissed her. London gasped as she forced him off of her."You-ARGH!" She grasped her left arm in pain as the dark mark started to form. "No!"
Voldemort laughed and everyone joined in. Why were they laughing? "Silly girl. You're friend is not in trouble." London winced.
"Lisette.." she whispered as she held her left arm to her chest.
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Post by bookworm10812 on May 22, 2008 21:44:31 GMT
Omg omg omg! Haha. First thing I do is check this out. xD
You didn't tell me it was all a lie! I should have guessed it though. Augh! Poor London! <333
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Post by London Kale on May 25, 2008 10:09:49 GMT
hehe..thanks Liz
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Post by London Kale on Jun 26, 2008 22:44:52 GMT
London woke up the next morning after going to Diagon Alley. A day after she had met up with Mac. The thought of him brought a smile to her face. With about a month before she had to meet him on the train so he could give her the bat she ordered. She already couldn’t wait for September first. She fell back on her pillow with a sigh. This was what it was like to be ecstatic, and she loved it.
Just then her bed room door opened and in came Anthony Dolohov, carrying a tray of food, and her father. She glared at them both. “What the hell are you doing inside my house?” She growled. Anthony just smiled and put the tray down in front of her. In any attempt to rebel against anything they wanted her to do London flipped her tray over. The food spilt all over Anthony. Her father frowned.
“London….We don’t want to hurt you.” London scoffed. Did they actually think that would work with her?
“Yeah? The last time you said that I got punched, cursed, and a dark mark on my arm…” London hadn’t trusted him in the first place, and with Dolohov there she was even more suspicious.
“Fine,” London could tell her father was getting to the point of why he came. “Did you tell that Mac boy that I was a Death Eater?” She knew he was listening, but he wanted to see where she stood with him. So London did the only thing she could do…
London tilted her head to the side and looked confused “Who’s Mac?” Her father’s face turned red. She could see him getting angry out of control. “And whoever he is I definitely didn't tell him about you and then snog his brains out.” That was the melting point. She felt the back of her father’s hand make contact with her cheek.
London glared at him. He was purple now. “London,” he said sternly “I don’t want you talking to him anymore. I brought Anthony to discuss a marriage with you.”
London choked “What? NO!” She went to get up but Anthony pulled her back down. She looked at him noticing his eyes were full of lust. She knew the only thing that was on his mind. She tried getting up again and was successful, but Anthony followed her. She tried heading for her bedroom door but was spun around.
Anthony grabbed her wrists and forced her against the wall. She felt his lips smash against her. She struggled but couldn’t get away. She looked at her father who looked away as soon as eye contact was made. She silently cursed him for everything he had done to her.
Anthony finally pulled away for air but instantly kissed her again. Again she struggled but winced. She knew how to get out of this. She closed her eyes and kissed back. It was horrible, nothing like Mac. It was forced and uncomfortable. With Mac, on the other hand, it was natural and the most comfortable thing in the world.
London gently moved her wrist and he let go. Her hand went up to his cheek. She caressed it for a second before pulling her hand back into a fist and punching him. He fell to the floor and London spat on him. “You disgusting, arrogant assho-” She felt another hand grab her. It was her father.
((not done yet))
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Post by Kellie 'Mac' McCullum on Jun 27, 2008 1:33:19 GMT
[[ Haha. This was originally gonna be a 'me' post, but it's kinda CM. They took over! ]]
Lisette: O.M.G.
Me: Patty! FREAKING AWESOME! Excellent! <333
Mac: London. How could you? I love you! How on earth could you kiss him back?!
Lisette: *to Me* Why does London get two snogs?I don't have one yet!
Me: HOLD ON!
Mac: LONDON! I LOVE YOU!
Me: Lol. Like a drunk!
Mac: *sobs*
Lisette: It's ok Mac. *wanders over*
Me: Don't get any ideas missy!
Lisette: *drops hand* What?!
Me: No snogging Mac!
Mac: *takes Liz and snogs her*
Lisette: *swoon*
Me: HEY!
Mac: How's that feel London!?
Me: Oi. Ending this now. But good job Patty!
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Post by London Kale on Jun 27, 2008 1:40:19 GMT
London:how could he snog her??
Me: Oh gosh...I'm sorry Lon.
London:HE FORCED ME AND THAT WAS THE ONLY WAY TO GET HIM OFFFFFFFF!!!!
Me: It's ok. *hugs London*
London:*hugs*
Me:Mac.......I'm gonna kill you. HOW DARE YOU HURT LONDON LIKE THAT!
London:*sobs* I just had to get him off, Patty. It wasn't like when I snog Mac....
Me: I know, Love.
London:LISETTE...HOW COULD YOU???
Me:Oh gosh...must write more I gues..after I update with you and Liz...
London: I hate her!
Me: I know, Love
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Post by London Kale on Jun 28, 2008 3:24:48 GMT
“London. I forbid you to go near that Mac guy again. You hear me?” London lost it then. She stepped forward and got into her father’s face. “You can’t choose to be a dad now, and you can’t forbid me to do anything! If you wanted to be in my life you shouldn’t have fucked it up yourself!” He went to hit her again but she grabbed his hand, turned around, and flipped him over. “Oh yeah, over the years that you weren’t going to have anything to do to me I took as many fighting classes as I could. And I took and anatomical class. This means I could find a pressure point on you easily and render you unconscious. Bet you wish you hadn’t killed my mom now and left us, huh?” London stepped back from him. “Get out, and take the asshole with you.” She sighed as her father got up and went after her again. With a calm look it seemed as if everything slowed down for her. She stepped out of her father’s way and jabbed a point on his arm with her pointer and middle finger. Her father fell down, unconscious. With a sigh London knew she would have to get rid of them herself. She grabbed her father’s arms and dragged him out. Then she went back in and hit Dolohov on the back of the head and dragged him out by her father. She went inside again and wrote a note and dropped it on her father on her way to Diagon Alley. On it said…. Went to Diagon Alley.
See you later, assholes.
Much hate,
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Post by bookworm10812 on Jun 28, 2008 3:46:17 GMT
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Post by London Kale on Jun 28, 2008 23:17:30 GMT
London returned home late from Diagon Alley. She didn’t bother turning on the light, she knew her father wasn’t there. She set her money down and kicked off her shoes. She froze in mid step while heading to the kitchen. Was she wrong? Was her father there? She sensed at least two people in the room. Slowly, she stepped back and turned on the light. What she saw made her scream.
There, in her living room, where her five brothers. She screamed in delight as each of them got up and hugged her. “Dylan! Stetson! Nicholas! James! Jacob! What are you guys doing here?”
They all looked at her wryly and answered in unison “We came here to check up on you.” The as a side note Jacob added “We rehearsed that…” London laughed and hugged her brother’s again.
“Well, we actually heard that…he…was bothering you so we came to check it out.” Dylan didn’t dare use her father’s name, or even refer to him as their father. London sighed. She knew her brother’s would probably hate her but she had to tell them what she was.
“Guys,” London actually started to cry. “I have something I need to tell you. And before you interrupt..” which they already had with various questions but were instantly silenced. She recounted the whole story slowly. When she was done she fell silent. What she didn’t expect where her brother’s responses. They laughed.
London looked at them as if they were insane. “What are you laughing about?” Slowly her brothers fell silent, realizing that it might not be a joke. London looked at her left arm. The illusion spell she had cast on it should have been fading any minute. Slowly she saw the dark mark reappear on her arm and showed her brothers.
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Post by London Kale on Jun 30, 2008 5:11:41 GMT
London started to face reality as her brother’s stopped smiling. Dylan stepped forward and she was afraid for her life. As much as her father scared her, if her brothers were mad it would be worse. Dylan scanned the dark mark on her arm and looked back up at her, curious. “Lon, did Voldemort pry your mind?”
London didn’t know why he was asking this, but she answered just the same. “Yes. But it was weird. I shoved him out some how.” Her brother than looked happy. He hugged her and she looked at the rest. They were just as confused as her. “Why are you happy? I’m a Death Eater.”
“London! Don’t you know what this means? If he can’t pry your mind you can tell us everything that’s going on with the Death Eaters and no one would know!” London thought about it and smiled. She could tell them everything and she wouldn’t have to worry...Until the Death Eaters found it strange that her brother’s knew everything.
“I don’t know...” James spoke up “How do we know she’s on our side?” James, being the one that had come from Ravenclaw and was the pure definition of the house, had thought everything through. He figured that if she told them it would lull them into a comfortable position until she would betray them.
London and the other’s nodded “True...” they said in unison. Stetson stood up, the only one to be in Slytherin he was playful but he wasn’t a typical Slytherin stereotype. He looked into London’s eyes “You with us?” He had complete faith in London and this made her tear up. She met his eyes and nodded. “There you go.”
James looked baffled “But that’s not legit!” Stetson begged to differ.
“Yes it is. London can’t stand to lie to me.” He knew London too well. She had to admit she was closest to him. “Remember when you asked her if she broke Dylan’s exercise machine and she said no to you. She cried when I asked her and admitted to it.”
London glared at Stetson “I did not cry! I had something in my eye. The house was very dirty!” London hated it that she had cried in front of her brother’s many times. This was before she thought crying was kind of stupid.
“Whatever, Lon...” said Nicholas. London got mad and jumped on him. They all laughed and joined in. After an hour or so of wrestling and arguing they all collapsed, panting slightly.
“Shit, I’m tired...” Dylan managed to mutter. London laughed along with her brothers. It was barely a laugh. “Well,” London said as she tried to get up “You can enlarge my bed and see if I kill you in your sleep.” Dylan laughed and picked up Nicholas and Stetson over his shoulders. London grabbed James and Jacob’s arms and dragged them to the room.
They all collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep. Dylan in the middle, London’s head resting on his chest, James at his feet, Jacob leaning against his shoulder, Stetson’s head on his other shoulder and Nicholas was on the edge, his arm hanging off the bed.
London sighed and went to sleep easily, feeling safer with her brother’s there.
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Post by bookworm10812 on Jun 30, 2008 5:23:18 GMT
Aww how sweet! I love this chapter Patty!
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Post by London Kale on Jul 30, 2008 2:16:12 GMT
London laughed as her and her brothers talked. It was morning and a day after she had told them she was a Death Eater. They had accepted it and laughed about it. Breakfast was amazing thanks to Jacob’s cooking abilities.
London then looked at her arm in shock. Her dark mark had burned, not in a meeting sort of way, but as if it was telling her another Death Eater was coming. Stetson looked at her “What’s wrong?” London shook her head.
“Some one’s on their way here. I think it’s a Death Eater...Get in my room and hide. Come out if I need any help.” She ordered. Surprisingly enough, her brother’s listened to her. She turned towards the door, tense. It opened and in stepped…
“Ugh,” London muttered “Why must I always suffer?” Anthony Dolohov smirked. London almost returned his smirk. With her brothers in the other room, nothing could be done to her.
“I came here for some unfinished business…” London knew his tone was one she never wanted to hear. Now that her father wasn’t here to stop his somewhat, he thought he could do whatever he wanted to her.
“Oh?” London asked “You decided to let me kill you?” Dolohov’s smirk never disappeared. He went out to grab her but she stepped away. “Touch me and that might be the last thing you ever do…” she warned. He grabbed her wrists and she smirked. Anytime now her brothers would burst out of that room. Her smirk grew wider as his face closed in on hers.
BANG!
London’s bedroom door flew open and her five brothers ran out in a rage that even scared her. Dolohov looked like he was going to soil himself as Dylan and Stetson shoved him against the wall. She frowned however. Banging Dolohov into her wall left a dent, she didn’t like it when they damaged her stuff. “Guys! Stop breaking my walls!” she yelled out.
So, with searing force, Dylan lifted Dolohov up and slammed him into the floor. “What the hell is this?” Dolohov managed to mutter through his pain. London smirked, looking from brother to brother, seeing anger on every one of their faces.
“A family visit…” piped up Jacob, who was usually the quiet one.
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