Damian Gregory Donetello Montague (bd_montague) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-08-02 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | * august 2006, - complete, damian montague, guilian montague, verity montague (o'shea) |
RP: Time for the dark to overcome
Date: August 2, 2006
Characters: Damian Montague, NPC: Guilian Montague, ??
Location: 3 Parcellus Promenade
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: fighting, ouchies
Summary: Montague finds himself in a dark hole.
Completion: Complete
Merlin was running out in front of him, Mae instead close by his heels as if she were so much more mature then the larger dog romping in front of them. Laughing as Merlin nearly flipped over herself in her excitement of trying to run and look behind at them, Montague picked up his speed slightly, clapping his hands calling her name, making the nearly nonexistent tag wag uncontrollably. He was doing his best to ignore everything that had happened recently. His brother’s attitude, Cass’ betrayal… Not even the most obvious of distractions, a heavily pregnant wife and overly curious son, seemed to pull him out of the stress and worry he couldn’t get away from daily.
They were going to have to return to Italy soon, not only for the birth- but he refused to be taken in to custody because of an ill-fated choice nearly seven years ago. There had yet to be a knock on the door asking to ‘come quietly’, but he had little faith that that knock would not come. It was only a matter of when- and he wouldn’t put his wife and children in danger because of it.
He planned to stay for the meeting that Draco called on Monday and then leave, he hated doing so- they’d been so cut off from their friends, from their society; he missed it, and he knew for a fact that Verity did as well. However, their safety came first, he’d make Micheal bring his female companions around more often, just come around more often period. The two got along well, and he knew that Micheal’s choice in women were (normally) the types Verity would approve of.
As Merlin seemed to get bored of his play and bounced over to Mae, getting her attention, Montague suddenly wished he’d brought out his broom. A good fly would help him clear his mind; he always had felt the most at ease in the air.
He was about to turn around, head back into the house, when the hairs on his neck rose, as if he felt a presence watching him. Turning his head slightly, his eyes moving to a peripheral but seeing nothing, Montague shook his head and began to walk back again, though his hand was twitching with nerves as if ready to grab for his wand.
“Damian.” He heard almost half way back, the emphasis of letters and consonants unique.
Turning around, Montague began to smile slightly, only to see a wand directed right at him. “Guilian, wha-“ He was reaching for his wand, but he was so off his guard, previously to deep in his solitary thoughts…
The burst of red light hit him square in the chest and he fumbled back, pain searing across his system as he then nearly toppled over, landing flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him. For a moment his vision was black, though his hearing was perfectly clear. There was barking and then a strange strangled whoosh of air sort of sound and then whining. Shaking his head, Montague tried to rise up on an elbow, sucking in a hard breath while his other hand reached for his own wand. “Leave the dogs alone-“ he managed to get out, starting in an almost breathless tone before his voice was strong, and his body was standing up even as the pain still throbbed in his chest.
His arm wand was up then, “Guilian.” He said hoarsely; he didn’t understand what his brother was doing, or more specifically why he was doing it, but if they were going to do this then his little brother would soon find out exactly what he was capable of.
There was a pause then, a moment of eye to eye, brother to brother- Montague for a moment almost asking with a simple look to not do this- be it Lestrange’s orders or no, they were family. Yet he could see, in that same look that this was indeed about to happen, and with a flash things seemed to start.
Spells and smoke and will against will, and then- first blood. Guilian’s face, a small slit blood pouring down in a faint trickle. Time seemed to stand still same as the red droplet that ran down his cheek.
“Guilian…” He felt guilt at the cut in the same way, that was his brother…but in that moment of guilt was Guilian’s opening and the strange Latin words, he didn’t even have time to block, to put up a shield- and the world began to blur as a heavy sleep befell him.
His arm weak, Montague nearly dropped his wand, his other hand moving up to cover his mouth as he gaped. “Wha-“ but then his eyelids felt too heavy and first they closed, watching in a final blink as Guilian looked up- away from him- and began to run off, before sleep- or something like it- overcame him.