|Guiliano 'Jools' Montague (ng_jools) wrote in beyond_dark,|
@ 2008-06-02 08:09:00
|Entry tags:||* june 2006, - complete, - npc, guilian montague|
RP: The walls are closing in
Date: 1 June 2006
Characters: Guilian Montague, (NPC Montagues)
Location: London, somewhere around the Camden markets
Warnings: emo, dark thoughts
Summary: Guilian is still on his mission, but comes across the unexpected.
Guilian hung back in the crowd. From being the gregarious centre of attention, he was now very used to keeping a low profile. The last...
victim target on his list had been hard to get to. He wasn't a stupid man, and he was well aware the Lestranges had him in their sights. Which was why Guilian was still after him all these weeks later.
But he was keeping back, watching, waiting. The man was never in the same places at the same times except for now. This one small square in the rainy back streets of Camden in London was the only spot he seemed to frequent. Guilian hated it. Hated that his life had come to this. But he'd made the choice, and this was what he had to do. He could walk away - tell Lestrange that the target eluded him. Sure, that would go down well, and then he'd be on someone else's list, and very soon meeting up with someone else's killing curse.
No, he had to get to him, to end this now. Perhaps then the siren song of the dark magic would leave him alone.
With each successive target, Guilian found his grasp of dark magic getting easier. But the pain afterwards... Taking a drag from the cigarette and running a hand through his now long and unkempt hair, he looked a shadow of the Italian playboy that he professed to be. The dark bags under his eyes told the story of just how much of a toll this mission was taking on him. But in spite of it all, he had to end it.
If it was over, then the siren song would go away, and leave him alone. Just one more killing curse, and then he was done. He didn't want to think on the sweet sound of joy the dark magic sang to him as he let dark curses rip from the end of his wand. He didn't want to think on the feeling of true... power that he exuded in those moments. Moments where he felt invincible.
Deep down he knew it was wrong - that it was an addiction - but the moments when he was under that power made it all truly worthwhile.
He was brought out of his reverie when the door opened, and his target came into view. He spotted him in that moment before he saw him cast a glamour, and turn to go with the tide of the crowd. Clever, Guilian thought, impressed at the move. But he had been keeping a watch on this building for a week now, and knew that he would be back again.
He turned to follow, wanting to end this all now, to end it and move on. His feet hit the pavement, the hood on his muggle disguise falling for a moment as he tried to walk casually a few steps behind his quarry.
"Guilian! Guilian! Is that you?"
He stopped dead in his tracks, hearing the cry of an all too familiar girlish voice. Instinctively he turned, spotting the young girl across the street. If he didn't think it was a vision, or a hallucination, he could have sworn it was little Lu. There she was, waving at him and pulling her hand to drag her mother over as she pointed at him. Fuck! Why now, and what the bloody hell was Eva and Lucrezia Montague doing in London?
He didn't stop to ask, and as much as the homesick part of him ached to run straight over into the arms of his mother, and his darling sister, he knew he couldn't. Better then not know what he was doing, and to think him off somewhere having a good time, than to learn the truth. He tore himself away, and kept walking, his quarry now lost in the crowd. The plaintive cries of his sister could still be heard over the busy crowd as the rain started to fall a little harder. Perhaps one day he'd be able to see her again, and smile, and tell her that perhaps she was just imagining she saw someone who looked a little like him.
Not that he recognised the face in the mirror any more.
Putting one step in front of the other, he walked on. He had to. More morose than he was before, Guilian walked away from the security that was likely behind him, and continued down the path. He had, after all, chosen it to be this way.