victoria dolohov has gotten herself into trouble. (ex_dochka687) wrote in itwillhaveblood, @ 2010-02-12 08:46:00 |
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As she had told him he may, Leoncio Aiza returned to the Dolohov Estate the next day, midway in the morning. He and Victoria were to take a ride on the estate in a show of their courtship like they had a few times prior. They were rarely long and usually left her in a very foul mood, which she would take out on the elves far more than they probably deserved. Today was going to be different. She had made her decision and this... this would get rid of him once and for all. She had not Chloe but an older mare tacked up, a gray Thoroughbred with a very calm, almost lazy disposition. Normally, she would almost never choose to ride Feather as it was rather short on excitement, but she needed a mount that wouldn't start and possibly run off at the sound of a scream. Leo had his own horse, a big bay gelding with a mean, stallion-like disposition half of the time. She hated the horse almost as much as the man who rode him. Almost. They rode out together, Victoria oddly amicable, cheerful with the knowledge of what was going to happen. This cheered Sophia to no end, thinking she might finally win this war that she had been waging against her daughter's stubborn will for so many years. Little did she know... It was about ten minutes of idle chatter, Leoncio oblivious to the falseness in his "English mare's" cheery disposition, when she pulled up, deciding they were far enough in without being too far. It was a little clearing in the woods one of the trails cut through. "Let's stop here a while," she told him with a smile that was far more wicked than he realized. She allowed him to help her dismount before leaning her back against a tree. "Leoncio, this right now is your last chance to save yourself," she told him in a pleasant voice, as if were remarking on the weather or the beautiful snow on the ground. He looked a little surprised at first, then gave a tired sigh. "Veectoriah, would it really be so bad to be mi esposa? I am not a bad man." That was a green light for if nothing else was. He was not going to take his chance and leave while he still could. Whatever happened to him, his blood was on his own hands. Instead of responding, she smiled softly, tilting her head back so her hair draped alluringly, deliberately charming him. Weaker men always fell for it. Better men than he certainly had. "Come here." Eyebrows raised and suspicion in his eyes, he still stepped up to her, coming right up so he was only inches away. "Sí?" he purred and she couldn't help feel a small trill of arousal. It would be a shame she couldn't bed him before she got rid of him, for he was extremely handsome, but it would only make her plan that much harder to carry out. "How do I know if I want to spend my life with you, Leo?" she murmured softly. "One man for the rest of my life?" He was not the least bit suspicious as he closed the gap and simply kissed her, pressing against her and the thick tree. She gave an involuntary purr and pressed back. His body hard against hers was nothing she could complain about. Perhaps just once before she... But no. Focus. She broke the kiss, then brushed her lips against his as if to kiss him again, but instead whispered something. "Imperio." There wasn't even time for him to look shocked as he stepped away from her. In her left hand was his wand, slipped out of its sheath as she let him kiss her. She certainly would not cast an Unforgivable with her own wand if she could so easily pick a different one. Voice commanding, she told him simply, "Try to rape me." Unable to do anything, spell so powerful and controlled that he actually affected a hungry grin, he tore into her, pulling at her fur cloak that easily fell away. While still maintaining a firm grasp on his wand - her own on Feather's saddle - she fought him, pushing back but careful not to say any words that might disrupt her spell. He got scratched, she bit both his lip and tongue and he returned the favor hard on her neck. He even slapped her once, hard, and for a moment his hands closed tight around her throat. Both would bruise quickly, becoming visible probably before she even made it back tothe house. She was even bleeding on her cheek and lip from the blow. They tumbled to the ground, mixing snow and mud into the equation, all over her clothes, which were askew and torn, before she decided that was perfect. Very calmly she ordered, "Now stop." And he did instantly, climbing off her. She got to her feet and freed him from the curse. For a moment he looked stunned, staring at her aghast with mouth hanging open. "Veect-" "I warned you, Leoncio," she said calmly, before turning toward the house and letting out a sudden scream, then two more, the last very strangled as if she had been grabbed or choked. The horses both pawed nervously, Feather's ears flicking back as she snorted and Victoria was glad she'd chosen Chloe. "Veectoriah, please..." he begged. "I only want to love you as my wife..." "You want to own me as your pet, Leo," she told him sharply, eyes cold as steel. "I would be your 'English mare.' You think I can't hurt you, Leoncio, but I assure you I am not, as you called me, a silly English woman. I am Victoria Dolohov. Those screams will be heard by our house elves, probably by Wispy who was working near the stables. She will get my father, and possibly my mother, too. I am sorry, but this was your own doing." She turned sharply and leaped onto Feather with great, practiced skill, tossing his wand back at his feet before kicking the mare into a gallop. She let the branches whip at her, scratching at her skin and ruining her hair. She also summoned tears, the sting of the branches helping fuel them. When she thundered into the yard, she was right that her father had been fetched, looking alarmed and bewildered. Victoria ungracefully tumbled from her horse, getting more dirt and mud on herself before launching into her father's arms and sobbing. "Daddy, Daddy, he-he tried to-" But then she could speak no more through her tears, only screaming slightly and clinging to Antonin more as Leoncio and his gelding came galloping into the yard after her. "Señor Dolohov," he began with wild desperation obvious in his voice. "Por favor, let me explain!" Antonin had been busy reading in his study when one of his elves had alerted him to the fact that Victoria was screaming. He dashed outside, thinking the worst of course, especially since he had lost his son to a Quidditch accident. Spotting his daughter riding towards him with her clothes scattered and torn, he caught her as she leapt into his arms. Although usually Antonin was a reasonable bloke, sometimes he jumped to conclusions and right now was no exception to that. "What happened here?" he demanded of his daughter and cast an accusing eye to Aiza. The Spaniard was swaying between an arrogant smirk and an apologetic look. To tell the truth, it was almost as though Aiza had no idea how to look apologetic. Fucking bastard, Antonin thought and waited for an answer. While Leoncio wanted to explain, while he knew he'd done nothing wrong, the silence that was penetrated only by Victoria's sobs stretched as he struggled. And, Merlin, the girl was good at putting on a show. It was true, he had underestimated her. But he could fix this, he knew he could. He could leave this estate and this country with his dignity and his life, if only he could speak before she "recovered" enough to find her voice and recount her little story. "Señor-" he started, but the little bitch cut him off. "He-He pushed me, against the tree," she "managed" between sobs to say into her father's chest, as though hiding her face and clinging to him was giving her the strength to tell it. "Said he wanted--to g-give me a preview of th-the wedding night..." "Señor, she is lying!" Aiza exclaimed desperately, flinging his arms wide. "I did not touch her--I did not want to touch her! She made me! The Imperius!" "What!?" Victoria exclaimed, managing to sound both broken and enraged as she "forced" herself to look at her "attacker," clinging ever tighter to her father. "Daddy, h-he tried to use it on m-me!" she croaked, suddenly quite pleased with her choice to use his own wand against him. "Check his wand!" His breath catching in his throat, Antonin spun to face Aiza as if he had been struck. "A preview of the wedding night! You son of a bitch, you will be fucking lucky if you make your wedding night! It will not be with my daughter." Seizing the man's wand out of Aiza's hand, he peered down at the piece of wood and quickly cast a spell on this one with his own wand allowing him to see which curses had last been cast. Sure enough, the Imperius curse was the first one he spotted. Holding Victoria away from the Spaniard as he maintained a grip on both wands, Antonin whispered, "Go inside, you don't need to be here to see this." As she headed off in the other direction, Dolohov's eyes flashed at the Spanish wizard. "We have anti-Apparation wards on this place so you cannot go anywhere until I say so. Understand me, boy? Take your wand. We need to have this out like men of honour although you are as despicable as they come." Saying those words, Antonin actually spat them out laced with venom. Leoncio tried to blubber his way through an apology that came off sounding a lot like "I didn't know" and "She tricked me" and "it wasn't my fault". But his attempts seemed to do nothing for his cause. He had been hoping to get out of here as quick as he possibly could. However, Señor Dolohov was not buying it. Sure he knew some dueling techniques from his school days but it had been so long and this man was so angry that Leoncio almost feared for his life. When Antonin threw the wand in his direction, he caught it on the tips of his fingers. Waiting for the exact moment when Aiza had caught the wand, Dolohov quickly sent a blasting curse at the younger man's knees. Aiza barely blocked the spell with a weak Protego and sent the first curse, a Stupefy, that he could think of towards Dolohov's head. What Aiza did not know was that the head was one of the worse places to aim, especially if the duellers were far apart. All Antonin had to do was duck as the curse soared over head and while he sprung back to his feet albeit with aching knees, Dolohov nonverbally cast a Petrificus Totalus in the direction of Aiza's legs and a second Confringo towards Aiza's midsection. The boy needed to be taught a lesson and Antonin had decided he would be the one to do just that. Aiza had been backpedaling ever since the second charm came after him and had actually tripped over a wooden beam that some elf dropped in the yard the other day. Antonin mentally cursed the damn thing for fucking up his match that he had fought to near-perfection here. Watching from his vantage point about ten yards away, Dolohov charged towards him and caught Aiza in mid-stride as he was collapsing backwards. Both curses having missed him now thanks to the beam lying in the grass, Antonin quickly grazed Aiza's jaw with a left hook that rattled the kid's teeth. Trying to fight back but in an uncomfortable position lying not only on the board but also under the heavy politician, Aiza tried to kick Antonin in the midsection but failed miserably due to his poor angle. Being struck again by a right uppercut and another jab, this time in the ribs, Aiza began to cough up blood. Seeing this, Antoinin drew back in one final motion and smashed him in the side of the head with his fist. Aiza was out. Antonin stood gingerly to his feet. His 53-year-old frame was not as certain as it used to be but he knew that he had done his duty. Brushing off his slacks, which had blood stains on them now causing Antonin to swear profusely under his breath, he knelt down next to the bloody mess of a person he had left behind in the dirt. He rather hoped he could get this fool off his property as soon as possible. He had better things to do than mess with Aiza's sorry arse. The first thing that came to mind was see to his daughter and ensure that she was alright. Hovering above the man, he sprayed water in his face with the Aguamenti charm until Aiza started coughing. Quickly dropping the anti-apparition wards on the premises, Antonin commanded, "Now get the fuck out of here and never come back. Tell all your little friends back home that this is what we do to degenerates like yourself. I plan to send your parents an owl describing just how loathsome and perverse your behaviour has been. Your name will be shite in England before the day is through. I guarantee that much." Aiza unsteadily got to his feet and threw up on the lawn, drawing a heavy glare from Antonin himself, before he could apparate out. Going only a short distance but out of sight of the Dolohov residence, he set about to finding some place to wash up before he could go home and make his excuses. Turning around to return to the house and realizing that he had blood dripping down his face as well, Antonin felt his jaw and realized that he had some scrapes and bruises covering his own visage. That son of a bitch must have gotten lucky and actually landed a few while he had landed that flurry of his own. Victoria would never miss out on the opportunity to watch this, but she did obey her father and duck inside the house. Her mother, thank highest heavens, was still upstairs, completely unawares of what was going on in the back of the house, so Victoria had no one but two elves to hassle her when she came in dirty and disheveled. Thankfully, she'd retrieved her wand from her saddle before her dramatic re-entrance to the yard and shoved it into the holster on her hip, so she could begin siphoning some of the mud off herself while she peered through a window. Her eyebrows raised at her father's skill, not that she had expected any less. Vaguely, a touch of guilt at Leoncio's fate entered her, but she shook it away as she adjusted her blouse and skirt so they were on the right way. She had warned him. She had even given him one more chance to escape before she'd unleashed her fury on him. But he hadn't taken it. Like she'd told him, it was his own fault. Leoncio lost, of course, and she watched with distinct satisfaction when he finally stumbled away. She wasn't sure if that would be the end of his pain here, if her father wouldn't go after him later, she didn't know if word getting to Lucius or Evan would bring about something more, but any trace of guilt she'd felt before had vanished. He'd called her his mare. A silly English woman. He was going to break her. His friends would be so jealous of his acquisition. This was what he deserved. But her father was coming back toward the house and she had to remember her role. She'd just been attacked, nearly raped. She conjured up some more tears to wet her face again, but then let the stream stop, as if she'd only just stopped, before going out and meeting him just outside the door. She conjured a rag and wet it with her wand quickly, wiping at her father's face while sniffing and blinking to clear her eyes. The problem with crying was, fake or not, it made things messy and was annoying. "Daddy..." she said softly, weakly, wand moving over the cuts on his face and healing them expertly. As Victoria came up to him with the wet rag, Antonin winced as the cloth ran over a few newly-formed bumps and bruises. Sure it hurt but he was more worried about her. His daughter looked distraught, quite understandably in fact. He was uncertain as to how his wife would respond to all this. As much as he wanted hide it from her, he knew that she had to find out because otherwise she would wonder why Leoncio never would be returning to their estate. Not to mention all the owl posts from Spain that they were sure to receive in the near future. Either way, he was just grateful that Victoria had escaped that lout and that he had been able to kick the arse off his property. "I promise you that he will not bother you again. I think he fears for his continued well-being, frankly." He tucked a stray lock of hair behind one of her ears and embraced her lightly. "I am here for you, dear, never forget that." Antonin still wanted to kill that son of a bitch but he would do that on his own terms where he had no witnesses present. Ever an actress, she allowed the healing spells to stop and stepped into her father's hug. As much as this was a show, it did touch her slightly. She loved her father. Death Eater or not, whatever he was, he was still always her Daddy and he would protect her. A sob escaped, and even she wasn't entirely sure if it completely faked or not, which startled her just a tad but she didn't let it show. "I know, Daddy. Thank you. I just... I just want to forget about it, about him, about men. Can we go inside? Let me fix you up." She stepped away from him, dabbing one more time at a cut on his face. That would take one of her minor salves, not just a spell, but healing was her forte and he would know it was therapeutic for her, so perhaps he would humor her. “Aye, let us go inside then,” he offered his arm to her. As they reached the porch, he opened the door for her and entered the house behind Victoria. Hopefully he would be feeling better in no time at all. He did not want to be suffering a massive headache in the morning especially as he plotted out young Aiza's downfall. |