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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 18, 2015 4:13:58 GMT
[attr="class","lydiacontainer"] [attr="class","lydiahover"] [attr="class","lydiatxt"]”Here, maybe this will help.”
Looking up, Lydia numbly accepted the cup of tea from John. ”I doubt it, but thanks,” she said, trying her best to give him a grateful smile. She was just thankful that he’d been among the aurors that had shown up. Having a familiar face there was comforting.
Though the aurors were getting ready to depart, she’d been told that someone would be coming to stay with her and Stryder. They were targets, after all. More death eaters would follow after the two that had attacked just a few hours before.
”You’re sure you didn’t recognize their voices or anything?” John probed, sitting down next to her at the kitchen island. Lydia sighed, holding the mug between both of her hands. She didn’t want to think about what had happened. She just wanted to crawl into a corner and never leave her apartment and shop ever again. Oh wait, she’d felt like that before that night.
She never wanted to be that scared again. All she’d been able to think of was that night with Marc and the fact that this time she wasn’t alone. This time, she had Stryder to worry about. ”No, I didn’t recognize their voices, and they were wearing their masks,” she said, her voice cracking as she stared at her cup of tea, not really seeing it. Tears were welling up in those vivid green eyes of her and John set a hand on her shoulder.
”Hey, it’s alright. We’re going to figure out who came after you and why, Lydia,” he said to her as she wiped at the tears in her eyes. This was a side to John that people, aside from Kat, rarely saw. His words were comforting and she knew that he meant it, but that wasn’t the only issue. ”They nearly hurt Stryder…” she said, her voice tight and clearly distraught. Turning her eyes to him, she saw the worried smile on his face.
”Stryder’s fine. He’s a tough kid.” She could sense the rest of his statement practically on the tip of his tongue. It was always there. “He’s just like his dad” they always wanted to say. Hell, there were times that even she wanted to say it, but she always bit her tongue. Yes, Stryder took after her, but he was so surprisingly like Aiden… a man that he’d never met. It was only a matter of time before she cracked though. Ever since he’d found a picture of her and Aiden stashed away in a box deep within her closet a year or two before, he’d been badgering her about it. Yes, he’d always asked questions here and there, but that picture had really gotten him going. Things had started to change between them and it was tough for her… watching her little boy pull away from her.
It had just been the two of them for so long. They were a team… partners in crime even. Stryder was the one thing that kept her going most of the time, especially after what had happened with Marc. Just thinking about that fucking monster made her feel sick. Thanks to him, she’d hardly had a good night’s sleep in three months. Hell, that man had practically destroyed her life. After what happened, she’d pulled away from the one thing she truly loved the most: quidditch. Of course, she couldn’t just stop living. She had Stryder to take care of.
That was one reason she’d come back. Stryder needed more of a stable life and she was going to give him that. She wanted to be close to her friends and family again. Okay, that hadn’t actually worked out. She’d had every intention to go out there and live her life again so that she could fix up past relationships and reconnect with those she still cared about the most. She’d even planned on telling Aiden that he had a son… but every time she even thought about any of this, she just curled up in her bed and cried… usually when Stryder wasn’t around to see, though she knew that he knew something had changed in her. She just wasn’t willing to admit it and she wasn’t about to tell her eleven-year-old son that she’d been raped.
She wasn’t so sure she wanted to tell Aiden anyway. Why would she? So that he could hurt Stryder the way he’d hurt her? Stryder had been fine so far without a father in his life… right?
”John, they nearly killed my son.” She didn’t care what ever happened to her, so long as Stryder was okay. He was everything to her. ”Lydia, nothing is going to happen to Stryder. I’ll make sure of that. The kid is safe so long as I’m alive.”
Lydia’s tears stopped and she felt a little better hearing this. She knew that John would never let anything happen to Stryder. She was glad that she’d asked him and Kat to be his god parents and she knew that Stryder had always looked up to John. ”Thanks, John,” she said, just as one of the other aurors came into the kitchen.
”He’s here,” he said to John as the others were starting to clear out. There were already a few aurors out there trying to track the death eaters down, so all they could do now was make sure Lydia and her son were protected. John hadn’t mentioned who was coming, but she hadn’t really asked either. She just sort of assumed that it was someone she didn’t know. She didn’t know just how wrong she was.
Walking down to go through the shop, the damages were pretty much repaired after what had happened. A number of protective enchantments had been placed on the shop and apartment. Now all they could do was wait for this nightmare to end. Following after them to let them out and lock the shop up behind them, Lydia noted the auror that she spotted out of the corner of her eye, looking over one of the displays. She didn’t exactly get a good look at him. Otherwise… she probably would have demanded that they go find someone else to watch over her and Stryder.
”Give me a call if you need me,” John insisted, glancing almost nervously over at the other auror and then back to Lydia. What she mistook for worry over her and Stryder was actually anxiety over getting the hell out of the potential war zone as fast as possible. This wasn’t something she would realize until later though.
”Thanks, John,” she said with a half-hearted smile as she shut the door behind them. With a tap of her wand the locks clicked one by one. She stood there for a moment, dreading the idea of having some strange man staying in her home. She knew he was an auror and he was supposed to be trustworthy… but trust wasn’t something that came to her very easily anymore.
Finally walking over to where she’d seen him, Lydia took one good look at him observing one of the newest brooms she had on display and her face blanched as if she’d seen a ghost. No. Anyone but him. This could not be happening. ”Did the Ministry run out of suitable aurors to send over?” she asked him, probably coming off a lot colder and meaner than she had meant to as she crossed her arms over her chest.
You couldn’t exactly blame her for this reaction. It wasn’t every day that you were attacked by death eaters before being reintroduced to your ex boyfriend who had ripped your heart to shreds years back. Oh, and she couldn’t leave out that he was the unknowing father of her eleven year old son. A tiny part of her would rather face those death eaters again. [newclass=.lydiacontainer]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/UwrNS8U.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer:hover]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/s70IfC3.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover]opacity: 0; width: 318px; height: 250px; padding-left: 202px; padding-top: 70px; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover:hover]opacity: 1; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiatxt]height: 240px; width: 282px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #9c9c9c; font-family; arial; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #26d8ac;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color: #e7e7e7;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks]margin-top: 3px;color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks a]color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Aug 18, 2015 5:15:13 GMT
[attr="class","aidencontainer"] [attr="class","aidenhover"] [attr="class","aidentxt"]It had been only natural for Aiden to volunteer to watch over and protect Lydia after he had heard what happened to her place. Her place attacked and trashed, it was only luck that she survived it. Especially after he had received that letter a few days earlier. He hadn’t been one hundred percent positive who it had been from until he had been told about the attack. But why had her father waited all this time? He had done what the man wanted, even though it had killed him to break things off with Lydia he had done it to protect her. He hadn’t even told Lena, his niece who he had adopted and viewed as his own daughter by now, the real reason why he had broken up with Lydia.
Before he headed over to Lydia’s though, he set things up so that Lena would stay at Sophia’s, who was his grandmother even if she wasn’t related to them by blood. And he would pick her up when he was relieved by another Auror. To say that Aiden was nervous about how things would play out was an understatement. He was utterly terrified. And for him that was huge; not much terrified Aiden. But the thought of possibility of her hating him, well that had been eating away at him for years. He had gone by her shop once, was totally going to go in but at the last second he thought better of it and just kept on walking by.
But here he was now, standing in her shop and admiring a finely made racing broom, it almost made him want to buy it, but he rarely used his own broom nowdays so there wasn’t much point in getting a new one. Aiden refrained from looking up when everyone trooped out of the front door, John being the coward he was, hightailed it out of there with the others. Her voice made his stomach flipflop. He hadn’t heard it in so long, too long actually. He almost looked up then but he didn’t, not until she spoke to him that is.
He finally looked at her then, his blue eyes raking over her in her grey tank that said ‘sarcasm is just one of my many talents’ which was actually quite true and her pink polkadot shorts and in classic Aiden style had to remind himself that her eyes were up on her head. ”Well you see, everyone heard about how much trouble you were and they all called in sick. Luckily I was there to volunteer for the job.” He replied sarcastically with a smile. While it was true that he had volunteered, he wasn’t quite sure that that would make her any happier to see him.
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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 18, 2015 8:05:33 GMT
[attr="class","lydiacontainer"] [attr="class","lydiahover"] [attr="class","lydiatxt"]No, no, NO! He didn't get to do that. He shouldn't be able to stand there, his eyes raking over her in the same way they had twelve years ago. He shouldn't be able to throw a comment at her that made her feel like she was sixteen years old again and he sure as hell shouldn't be able to just walk back into her life as if everything was still the same. They were different people now and she wanted nothing to do with him. Most of all, he shouldn't be able to walk right back into her life, bringing back feelings and memories that she had locked away so long ago. In a matter of seconds, her entire world came crashing down, but she did her best not to panic. Her best wasn't good enough though because she was freaking out inside.
Stryder was right upstairs. What was she going to do? What was she going to say? This was bad. This was very, very bad. Had John known that Aiden was the one who was coming? That bastard, of course he knew! No wonder he'd left in such a hurry. She was going to murder him.
She had to calm down. She wasn't sixteen years old and smitten with her quidditch captain anymore. She was a grown woman and the mother of an eleven year old boy, still recovering from a death eater attack. She didn't have room in her life for thoughts better off being left in the past, forgotten and abandoned for a reason. She didn't need to tell him about Stryder... not yet. She figured she probably had until the kid woke up in the morning... Maybe longer if she made Aiden stay in the shop and didn't let him up to the apartment. Of course, she was only delaying the inevitable. Hopefully she could delay it long enough to figure out exactly what to do about this.
"Right," Lydia said, wishing that his smile didn't have the same effect on her that it had twelve years ago. This man broke her heart. No, he ripped it to shreds and stomped on it. There was no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of watching her swoon or squirm. He'd hurt her and she was never going to make the mistake of letting that happen again. He'd been the last person to ever break up with her. Since Aiden, Lydia had always been the one to give her boyfriends the boot... usually before she could get too close. As soon as she started to actually feel something for anyone, Lydia would panic and, terrified of being abandoned, she would abandon them instead. Of course, there weren't many guys since Aiden... and since Marc... well, since Marc, there had been no one. She found it difficult to even think about flirting since that night. In all honesty, Lydia was completely resigned to never getting close to a man ever again. She'd just been hurt too many times in her life. The only person she needed was Stryder. Unfortunately, she wasn't enough for her son anymore. He wanted more than just a mother who loved him with every fiber of her being.
She didn't respond to his smile, outwardly at least. Her stomach did a bit of a somersault, but she remained cold and closed off to him. Twelve years had done him many favors. Aiden had always been good looking, but time had erased his boyish features and replaced the boy she'd once known with a fully grown man. A very handsome, tall, and strong looking man. It was harder to look at him than she thought it would be, considering the fact that she practically woke up to a replica of his face every morning.
"You're so funny. So why don't you tell me why you're really here? There's no way in hell you volunteered." Her tone suggested that she found him anything but funny right about then. There was no way he had actually volunteered for this case. You would have to be crazy to willingly accept the responsibility of being a guard dog to your ex girlfriend. "You know what? Never mind. I'm not actually that interested in why you would agree to play guard dog. Ha! Get it? Guard dog?" She gave him a smile that was just oozing with hostility when she said this.
"I'll get you a blanket that you can curl up on in the corner over there," she said, uncrossing her arms and pointing to the corner for a moment. Oh she was so cruel... but you couldn't really blame her for still being bitter. "Unfortunately, I don't allow dogs in my apartment." That was definitely harsh, but the last thing she wanted was him being in her apartment. Actually, she didn't want any man in her apartment. Of course, just when she was sure she could get away with keeping him out of the apartment, the door upstairs opened and she cringed when she heard the sound of his feet walking down those steps.
"Mom?" he called, prompting Lydia to turn toward him. No, no, no, no, no! "I told you to stay in your room," she said, too late to stop the train wreck that was about to happen. "I can't sleep." At any other moment, this would have made her heart melt. Of course he couldn't sleep after what had happened. This was just an awful moment for him to come complaining about it. She stood between her son and his father, her aim being to inconspicuously shield their eyes from each other.
"I'll be up in a minute, just go up to your room," she said to Stryder, ushering him back toward the stairs in the back of the shop, before he could properly see the auror standing there. "What are you doing?" he asked her, trying to turn back around to peek at whoever she was with. "Nothing, just go up to bed."
"You're talking to someone."
"No I'm not. Go up to bed."
"Oh, sorry, I guess that was the cat's voice that I heard." The sarcasm was thick in his voice and Lydia didn't need to look him in the eyes to know that he was rolling them.
"HENRY STRYDER."
"MOM."
"Don't do this right now. Just go to bed."
"Sure. I mean, there's probably death eaters hiding in my closet, but I'm sure it's fine. I'll just ask them if they want to play some video games."
"That sounds like a great idea. Let me know if you guys need any snacks."
There was no stopping the eleven year old boy as he slipped right past her, ducking under her arm and successfully evading her hands when she tried to grab him. Why couldn't she have had a sweet little girl who would obey her every word? A girl who wouldn't pick her nose and spend a good five minutes observing and dissecting the end result. "Stryder-" she said, already knowing she'd failed when her son came to a dead stop.
His eyes narrowed on Aiden and Lydia's heart fell. This could not be happening. Not like this. Lydia had always known that Stryder looking exactly like his father, but right then, the resemblance was staggering and overwhelming. She was sure that it was like looking through time for both of them. Lydia may have given birth to Stryder, but he was entirely Aiden and there was no denying it... she was still going to try to though. Stryder stared at that stupid picture of her and Aiden religiously and Lydia could see the clear recognition in his eyes. "You look familiar..." he said, as if it was right there on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't quite want to say it in case he was wrong... which he most certainly wasn't. If Lydia could have disappeared right then and there, she would have done just that. Maybe if she stood very, very still they would forget that she was there. She wanted to avert her eyes, but they somehow found their way to Aiden, gauging his reaction to the eleven year old boy that looked exactly like him standing right in front of him. [newclass=.lydiacontainer]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/UwrNS8U.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer:hover]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/s70IfC3.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover]opacity: 0; width: 318px; height: 250px; padding-left: 202px; padding-top: 70px; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover:hover]opacity: 1; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiatxt]height: 240px; width: 282px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #9c9c9c; font-family; arial; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #26d8ac;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color: #e7e7e7;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks]margin-top: 3px;color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks a]color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Aug 18, 2015 14:30:22 GMT
[attr="class","aidencontainer"] [attr="class","aidenhover"] [attr="class","aidentxt"]Aiden’s heart sagged a little at the way she spoke to him, okay so she did hate him, he had known it was a good possibility but it didn’t hurt any less. Of course he knew he had hurt her but he had hurt her to keep her alive. Not that he really wanted to tell her that either. That wouldn’t make things any better, especially because he had broken up with her because her father had demanded it. He had tried to ignore the note her father had left him when he had killed his family, had continued to be with her…until she had gotten attacked. And another note came. It said “next time she dies” and he was damned sure then that her father meant what he had said.
But how do you tell the person you love that their father was the one to murder your entire family, save you niece, and then demand that you stay away from the one person that makes your world go round? It definitely wasn’t easy. Honestly he didn’t know how he would ever tell her that but eventually he would have to. He was just about to tell her that there was no need to grab him a blanket, that he was a wizard and was perfectly capable of conjuring up a couch to sleep on and a blanket to cover him when he heard the boy’s voice.
Lydia had a son? Why the hell hadn’t anyone told him this…more importantly why hadn’t John told him this? How was he supposed to protect someone he didn’t even know was there? His mind went back to the fact that Lydia had a kid. Was he really hers or had she adopted him? How old was he? Aiden tried to get a good look at him as he came down the stairs but Lydia stepped in front of him and blocked his line of sight on the boy, which was hard to do given how much taller he was than her. Why was she trying so hard to get the boy back upstairs?
It was like everything in him froze for a moment when the kid finally ducked under Lydia’s arm and came to a halt in front of him. Aiden blinked once, then twice, just to make just that he was real. His heart began pounding furiously in his chest as he knelt to the boy’s level. It was just like looking in a mirror, except he was seeing himself eighteen years younger. Now he understood why Lydia had tried so hard to keep him from seeing the boy, it was obvious as night and day who his father was. It was himself. She really must hate him to have kept this from him, kept him from being able to be a father to his son.
”You look familiar too.” Aiden said, finally finding his voice. He didn’t even bother looking over at Lydia as he had only eyes for the boy in front of him at that moment. But she would get an earful about it later. ”I’m Aiden Blackwell, and you look just like I did when I was your age.” Aiden added, giving the boy a smile he usually reserved exclusively for Lena. He held out his hand for a proper handshake, man to boy, hoping that Henry…or did he go by Stryder…would accept it.
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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 18, 2015 18:25:33 GMT
[attr="class","lydiacontainer"] [attr="class","lydiahover"] [attr="class","lydiatxt"]There wasn't anything Lydia could do but stand there and watch as her eleven year old son finally came face to face with his father, the same man that had shattered all of her hopes and dreams of ever having a happy, normal family with him... or anyone else for that matter. Between Aiden and her father, Lydia had learned that nothing good ever came from letting a man get close to you and Marc had served as a painful reminder that she couldn't trust any man.
Well, perhaps getting close to a man could result in one good thing. Looking at Stryder as Aiden knelt to his level, she knew that this was the moment her son had dreamed of from the time that he understood what a father even was. If this was such a great moment in her son's life, then why did Lydia just want to high tail it out of there or just melt into a puddle? Maybe it was because she knew how angry Aiden was bound to be with her. This wasn't something that was easily forgiven, but she didn't want to admit to him that she had been in the wrong, keeping this secret from him. She'd tried justifying her decision not to tell Aiden from the moment that she found out she was pregnant with Stryder, but every single argument she thought up over the years suddenly fell flat in her mind. As much as she wanted to believe that Stryder didn't need a father and that she was better off without him, just like she was better off without hers, she knew this wasn't the truth. Though John had been the primary male role model in Stryder's life and he looked up to him, he wasn't his father... there was a difference.
There wasn't even a moment of hesitation as Stryder accepted Aiden's hand in a firm handshake, just like John had taught him. Well, it was as firm as an eleven year old boy could manage. According to his Uncle John, a real man should know how to give a real handshake. He'd also taught Stryder how to dig his knuckle into someone's hand if they were being an asshole and squeezing his hand too tight. Of course, he'd never actually had this problem when shaking someone's hand, but it was still good to know.
"Henry Stryder Van Helsing," Stryder introduced himself as they shook. "But don't call me Henry. Only mom calls me that when she's mad and Henry is a stupid name. You can call me Stryder." Any other time, Lydia would have rolled her eyes at him for insisting that the name she had given him when he was born was stupid. She happened to like the name Henry a great deal and she was sure that Stryder would have liked his own name if it hadn't been for John telling him, years ago, that Stryder was a much cooler name. He'd refused to go by anything else ever since and insisted that people call him by his middle name.
Lydia crossed her arms defensively, a habit that she had picked up only recently as she closed herself off to others more and more. It was her subconscious way of trying to shield herself from further harm and heartbreak. Stryder released Aiden's hand, his brows furrowing in a look similar to one that Lydia might give. At least there was a bit of her in him. He was stubborn like her, that was for sure. "So you're him, aren't you? You're the guy in the picture... my dad."
That stupid picture! It was the only one she had of herself and Aiden, though she knew the Scarboroughs had an abundance of them. Lydia was sorry she hadn't gathered up all evidence of Aiden's existence and set it on fire. She didn't know why she even kept the thing. Okay, she did know. She'd had every intention of getting rid of it, but she hadn't been able to. Yes, Aiden had hurt her, but had she ever stopped loving him? No, and she was stupid for it. She was an idiot for allowing herself to still have feelings for a guy that obviously hadn't felt the same way about her. Not only that, but perhaps she had actually kept the picture for Stryder to one day have. She'd just been so afraid to actually give it to him and when he found it a few years back, she was reminded of why she'd been afraid of such a thing. He wanted to meet Aiden even if it meant pushing his mother out of his life entirely. She was surprised that he wasn't going up to his room right then and there to pack his bags and leave her behind forever.
"Why are you down here? Come up to the apartment," Stryder suddenly insisted, grabbing Aiden by the sleeve and leading him toward the stairs. Lydia only averted her eyes when they passed by her. So much for not letting Aiden into her apartment. She most definitely felt like she was going to be sick and lingered in the shop for a moment, not wanting to follow after them. Approaching the window and looking out, she could see the figure across the street and, though it was dark, she knew exactly who it was. This wasn't the first time that he stood outside her shop and it wouldn't be the last. Her stomach tightened into a knot and her head started to swim, making her dizzy. Her entire body clammed up and she pulled away from the window, her heart beating fast.
Finally following behind Stryder and Aiden, she tried with every fiber of her being to push away thoughts of the monster that lurked outside her home every night and day. Once inside, she turned and tapped the locks on the door with the tip of her wand, hearing them lock one by one. A locked door wouldn't make her feel safe from Marc though. Couldn't he just stay away from Diagon Alley for one god damn night?
Stryder was already giving Aiden the tour of their apartment. It was a nice place, reflecting Lydia's sense of style perfectly. Lining the walls were pictures mostly of Stryder through the years, but there were others as well. There were some of mother and son, some of Stryder with Kat and John, and even one of her with Kat, Mercy, and Athena when she was pregnant with Stryder.
"And this is my room here," she heard Stryder say. "How long are you here for? Are you staying the night? Did the ministry send you because a bunch of death eaters tried to kill mom and I? Are you an auror?" The questions just kept coming and Lydia slowly made her way down the hall to Stryder's room. "I think it's time for you to go back to bed," she said to Stryder, standing in his doorway. "Mom, we're having an important discussion here, get out." [newclass=.lydiacontainer]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/UwrNS8U.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer:hover]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/s70IfC3.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover]opacity: 0; width: 318px; height: 250px; padding-left: 202px; padding-top: 70px; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover:hover]opacity: 1; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiatxt]height: 240px; width: 282px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #9c9c9c; font-family; arial; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #26d8ac;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color: #e7e7e7;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks]margin-top: 3px;color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks a]color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Aug 20, 2015 4:05:28 GMT
[attr="class","aidencontainer"] [attr="class","aidenhover"] [attr="class","aidentxt"]Aiden was happy to find out that his son knew how to give someone a proper handshake. It was an essential thing to learn as a young man for if you had a weak handshake other people were likely to believe you were weak as well. Hearing Stryder state his last name as Van Helsing didn’t make the fact that he hadn’t know about his son for all of his young life made things even worse. At this he did throw Lydia a brief, withering glance, before giving all of his attention back to his son. He had a son. The fact still had him reeling inside. But in a good way. This kid might have been deprived of him his whole life but that was ending now. Whether Lydia liked that or not, well she was just going to have to suck it up because there was no way she was getting rid of him now.
”Well I haven’t seen this picture but there’s no way I could deny that I’m your dad.” He told Stryder honestly, then said ”I would like to see this picture though.” Only because he knew it would probably bug Lydia. She hadn’t intended on letting her into his apartment, but there was no way he was staying downstairs now. His son didn’t disappoint him either, obviously catching the hint Stryder grabbed his hand and practically dragged him past Lydia and up the stairs.
Of course the picture was forgotten as Stryder gave him a tour around Lydia’s apartment, which was filled with pictures of Stryder…and faces of people who knew all too well. Those bastards had been keeping this from him too? How could they not have told him? As the boys’ father he had a right to know! He was really pissed by that point, but having been a father figure to Lena for fourteen years had taught him how to suppress his anger and only show them how happy he was when what he was angry about had nothing to do with them.
Stryder seemed to have saved the best for last by waiting until the end to show him his room, which was rather nice if Aiden had to say so himself. His son at least, wasn’t lacking when it came to material things. ”I’m always going to be around, if not right here in the house your mom will know how to get a hold of me. No I sent myself when I heard about what happened. And yes I am an Auror.” Aiden told him, making sure he answered every question shot at him. He definitely meant that he would always be around and he had shot a pointed look at Lydia when he had said it too.
When Lydia finally told Stryder that he should go to bed, half of Aiden wanted to go against her and tell the boy that he could stay up, but the other half knew it was better to agree because he really wanted to find out why Lydia had thought it a good idea to keep something so important from him for so long. Bending down to his level again Aiden took his son by the shoulders and said ”If you go to bed now, that means there will be more time for us to spend together tomorrow because you won’t be as tired.”
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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 20, 2015 5:59:24 GMT
[attr="class","lydiacontainer"] [attr="class","lydiahover"] [attr="class","lydiatxt"]She caught every look that Aiden gave her, each one making her feel worse than the last. She was already anticipating what Aiden might say to her once Stryder's door was shut, but what was she even going to say in response? She knew that she had her reasons, but did any of them really justify her decision to not tell Aiden about his son? No, of course not.
She half expected Aiden to argue with her over Stryder going to bed, out of spite, but he, at the very least, seemed to agree with her on that. It was probably because he wanted to give her a piece of his mind without Sryder's prying eyes. On second though, maybe letting Stryder stay up later wasn't such a bad thing after all, if it meant delaying Aiden's confrontation. Looking at Aiden, Stryder's brows furrowed. "But we have so much to talk about! I need to know all of your interests! Your likes, your dislikes, what kind of aftershave you use... how exactly do you shave? Don't you ever worry about slicing your neck open? What's your favorite Quidditch team? What's your favorite color?" He sighed, though he knew Aiden was right. He supposed he could wait until morning to learn all of this stuff.
"FINE." Climbing into his bed, the eleven year old was definitely tired, even if he didn't want to admit it. His mother could always tell when he was fighting sleep. "You have to promise that you'll be here in the morning though. You can't go anywhere. Promise?" Lydia walked forward then, pulling the covers over him. "I love you," she said, giving him a kiss on the forehead, even as he made a face. "MOM... I love you too," he said a little sheepishly.
Lydia walked toward the door, standing there and waiting for Aiden to follow her so that she could turn out the light. This was definitely a surreal experience. "OH! Wait!" Stryder insisted, reaching under his pillow. It was where he always kept the picture of Aiden and Lydia. Pulling it out, he held it out to Aiden. "I found it in a box under mom's bed a few years ago and she let me keep it."
It was a picture taken the Christmas that Lydia spent with Aiden's family when her own mother had run off somewhere else rather than spend time with her daughter. It was taken outside, nearing dusk, as snow drifted from the sky. The couple was clad in warm clothes, hugging, laughing, and smiling. Every once in a while one of them would throw a snowball at the other or push them into the snow. In all honesty, Lydia envied the Lydia and Aiden in the picture. They were so carefree, caught in an eternal world of happiness. Soon after that picture was taken, Aiden was attacked by a werewolf. The Aiden and Lydia in that picture had yet to live through some of the biggest mistakes of their lives.
"Goodnight," Lydia said after a moment, trying to push thoughts of that Christmas out of her mind. She didn't need to look at that picture seeing as she practically had it memorized. "Goodnight..." Stryder responded to both of them, sinking into his bed. Lydia flicked off the light switch and waited until Aiden was out in the hall with her to shut the door, her green eyes refusing to meet his just yet. [newclass=.lydiacontainer]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/UwrNS8U.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer:hover]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/s70IfC3.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover]opacity: 0; width: 318px; height: 250px; padding-left: 202px; padding-top: 70px; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover:hover]opacity: 1; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiatxt]height: 240px; width: 282px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #9c9c9c; font-family; arial; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #26d8ac;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color: #e7e7e7;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks]margin-top: 3px;color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks a]color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Aug 20, 2015 16:29:15 GMT
[attr="class","aidencontainer"] [attr="class","aidenhover"] [attr="class","aidentxt"]Aiden had to really fight not to smile at the way Stryder said ‘fine’ and climbed into bed like it was the last thing on earth he wanted to do, but somehow he managed it. Until his son made him promise that he would still be there the next morning. ”Don’t worry, I’ll be here I promise. I’m not going to go anywhere, not even for a minute.” He promised his son as Lydia walked over and pulled the covers over the boy. The sight of her just made him angry all over again. She had had eleven years of being able to tuck their son into bed and kiss him on the forehead and tell him that she loved him and had deprived him of all of that.
Aiden was about to follow Lydia out of the room, intent on casting a muffliato charm on their sons door to keep him from hearing any shouting that might go on after they left the room when Stryder suddenly called to him to wait. Pausing, he turned to look at what his son was handing him and his heart nearly skipped a beat. He remembered the moment in the photo well and for a moment it seemed like his old scars were hurting again where the werewolf had attacked him. Of course, they had long since healed but they had given him some lasting side effects. After a moment he handed the photograph back to Stryder, knowing it was much better off in his hands at the moment. ”Here, you keep it.” He said as he handed it back and then said ”Goodnight.” giving the comforter one last tug up under Stryders chin before walking out of the room behind Lydia.
Aiden tugged his wand from the special loop he had had sewn into his suit jacket and tapped the door gently, saying the spell in his mind, and then tucked his wand back. He gave Lydia a look, one that was all smoldering anger, and walked right past her towards her living room. Where he promptly began to pace. He had had anger issues ever since the night he was attacked by a werewolf, but fifteen years later he usually had a great sense of control over that part of him. But this…this he hadn’t been expecting and it threw him for a loop.
He pinned Lydia with a glare as she followed him into the room. ”I don’t-…I can’t-… How COULD you keep the fact that I have a son from me for TWELVE years Lydia?! What the fuck went on inside your head that you thought that was the best idea for the both of us?! And you’ve had our friends keeping it a secret too!” He yelled at her, resuming his pacing and running a hand through his slightly overgrown messy hair. He really needed to calm down, but at that moment he felt anything but calm. She had been walking around with their son for years, unknowingly in the most danger Lydia had ever been in because it was his child she was walking around with. He had thought her safe all these years, far away from him when in fact it had been the exact opposite. There was definitely some fear fueling his anger.
”You don’t even realize how much danger you both were in because you decided to keep this a secret! You’ve been walking around with a huge fucking target on your backs! All these years I thought you were safe and I find out that you were in more danger than I could even imagine!!” Aiden said, eyeing the wall closest to him. He really wanted to either punch it or kick it…maybe then he’d feel better.
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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 20, 2015 19:24:05 GMT
[attr="class","lydiacontainer"] [attr="class","lydiahover"] [attr="class","lydiatxt"]Turning out the light as she went, Lydia watched Aiden tap his wand against the door. She was really in for it now and there was no going back to the day, twelve years ago, when she first decided that she just didn't have it in her to tell him. She'd been so stupid. What was she going to say to him now? "I'm sorry that I decided I was too chicken to tell you that I was pregnant twelve years ago, therefore depriving you of watching your son grow up and stealing away any happiness you might have had with him in that time." What she needed right about then was a time machine so that she could go back and hit herself upside the head.
Following behind him and then stopping in the living room as he started to pace, she stood up against the nearby wall, leaning against it and crossing her arms. It was safe to say that she felt sick to her stomach. She'd never seen Aiden so angry let alone so angry with her! She couldn't exactly blame him though. She'd messed up big time by keeping Stryder from him for her own selfish reasons. Watching him steam the way that he was, there was a small part of her that was actually a little afraid of him. It was a part of her that, a few months before, would have stood her ground with her chin in the air, refusing to back down. There was another part of her that knew Aiden would never hurt her no matter how angry he was... right? She had once known him like she knew the back of her hand, but was he really the same person anymore? She wasn't. Not entirely anyway.
"Look, I know you're angry and you have every right to be," she said to him, her green eyes trained on him. There was a great deal of regret in them if that even counted for anything. It probably didn't. "I was a teenage girl and I was young, stupid, and terrified. I didn't know what to do." There was no justifying her actions, but she could try to explain them at the very least. "I'd just had my heart torn to pieces. The last thing I wanted to do was tell you that I was pregnant. That doesn't make it right, I know, but I'm sorry. I was going to tell you, but I took the easy way out and I ran away instead. I tried telling you after he was born, but it just got harder the longer I waited. I was alone and felt abandoned by the one person I thought would always be there, Aiden. I just didn't know what else to do or where to go." Abandoned. It was a word that always stuck Lydia on a level that no other word could. Her father had abandoned her when she was five and even though she later found out that that wasn't entirely true, she still felt abandoned simply because he chose the life of a death eater over his own daughter. Her mother had a hand in wounding Lydia too though, having abandoned her on an emotional level, neglecting to pay her daughter any attention and not giving her the love and affection she needed.
When he mentioned their friends, she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes for a moment. "Don't be angry with them. I made them swear not to tell you. It was all me. Just relax, please. I can make you some tea or coffee. We can talk about this. Getting angry isn't going to solve anything." Lydia wasn't usually so calm, but what other choice did she have? She knew she was wrong and nearly being murdered by death eaters just a few hours before had exhausted her.
When he started going on about them being in danger, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Wait, what? What the hell are you talking about?" It was safe to say that he was confusing her. "In danger from what?" she demanded to know, pushing herself off the wall and stepping toward him. If her son was in danger and he knew something about it then she needed to know. Her brows knitted together and her calm demeanor was slowly starting to slip away. What on earth was he talking about? [newclass=.lydiacontainer]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/UwrNS8U.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer:hover]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/s70IfC3.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover]opacity: 0; width: 318px; height: 250px; padding-left: 202px; padding-top: 70px; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover:hover]opacity: 1; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiatxt]height: 240px; width: 282px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #9c9c9c; font-family; arial; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #26d8ac;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color: #e7e7e7;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks]margin-top: 3px;color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks a]color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Aug 20, 2015 20:05:13 GMT
[attr="class","aidencontainer"] [attr="class","aidenhover"] [attr="class","aidentxt"]Aiden found himself laughing at her explanation, even though he found absolutely nothing funny about it whatsoever. He probably looked a bit crazy at the moment, he felt a bit crazy too. How could she think that not telling him she was pregnant was ‘the easy way out’? That sounds like it had to of been a lot harder than having someone around to carry the burden of raising a child. And it really was screwed up that she used his breaking up with her to justify not telling him. She had seen how he was with Lena! She knew he could be a father figure! He really wanted to break something right about then but somehow refrained from doing so.
”Oh yeah, I’ll just relax, sit down and act like I haven’t missed out on every important milestone that my son has had the last eleven years. And no I don’t want any fucking tea or coffee. Running away solved absolutely nothing except you were able to have him all to yourself. Was that what you wanted? Because I broke things off with you the way I did you wanted to hurt me too?” Aiden said, though he did actually sit down on the very edge of the couch. That was only because if he kept pacing he WOULD end up breaking something.
God this day had turned into a nightmare and a blessing all in one. Of course he hadn’t realized that in his angered state he had let something slip he had never intended to. It was too late now to turn back from the path they were on now so he just gave her a look and said ”Your fucking father Lydia. You honestly have no idea how twisted he is?” He asked but of course she didn’t. He stood walking over to the window and looking out he stared down at the street for a long moment, trying to calm himself finally. This definitely wasn’t something you told someone when you were steaming.
”Victor killed my family Lydia. My parents, Lena’s parents…he did twisted things to them before he killed them too. Lena and I would have been dead along with them if I hadn’t taken her on an errand with me.” Aiden could recall everything in vivid detail, the sight of their mangled bodies, the screams frozen on his mother and sister-in-laws faces. His father and brother’s hearts had even been ripped out and impaled on the wall, right underneath had lain the letter. ”And it wasn’t enough that he had killed them, he threatened to kill you also if I didn’t stop seeing you. I didn’t believe the letter though, thought he would never kill his own daughter. So I ignored it…until the night you were attacked.”
Aiden looked back at her then. ”Didn’t you even find it the slightest bit odd that I would break things off after something like that? I who knew you best, threw everything that I knew would hurt you most at you, in hopes that you wouldn’t ever come near me again because I knew you were safer off without me around.” But of course that wasn’t the worst part. ”But you weren’t, because you’ve been walking around with my son for eleven years.”
He walked towards her, calmer than he was before but still seething inside…but now it was more directed towards her father than her. ”You’re father is so disgusting and twisted that he swore to kill you and especially any child you might have with me. You see he couldn’t stand the idea of his daughter being with his ex-best friend’s son. And now that he knows about Stryder he’s not going to stop until he succeeds in killing y’all or he himself dies.”
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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 20, 2015 22:25:53 GMT
[attr="class","lydiacontainer"] [attr="class","lydiahover"] [attr="class","lydiatxt"]She was no longer calm. Twelve years worth of emotions were flooding back to her and it was a little overwhelming to say the least. "YES! Is that what you want to hear?! Of course I wanted to keep him from you! I wanted to hurt you even a fraction of the amount that you hurt me! I was stupid, I was selfish, I was heartbroken! None of that even begins to excuse what I did, but I did it anyway! I regretted my decision the moment I made it! I've regretted it ever since and I'll regret it for the rest of my life, but that's not going to change anything!"
She was glad that Aiden had put a spell on Stryder's door, otherwise both of their screaming surely would have kept him up. "I wanted to tell you though! I felt guilt every day, no matter how much I tried to rationalize and justify my actions! I was afraid of what you would say or think, but I mostly just hated you for abandoning me! Worst of all, I hated you because I could never bring myself to stop loving you! I spent every night and day, constantly being reminded of a man that I never stopped loving, constantly looking at my son and seeing nothing but his father! I was selfish, I was stupid, I was bitter, and I was alone! You can hate me as much as you want, it's not going to change anything! If I could take back what I did, I would, but I can't!"
Lydia paused when Aiden mentioned her father. What did he have to do with anything? The more he explained, however, the less she wanted to hear. Her father... Not only had he killed Aiden and Lena's family all those years ago, but he'd threatened to kill her as well? No... he hadn't just threatened... he'd attempted. That was why the death eaters attacked her and Stryder that night. Her father was trying to kill her because she had loved Aiden and bore his child. It was all too much.
Lydia's face was pale and she looked like she was about to be sick. Victor's actions were his own, but she still felt guilty, as if she had wielded the wand that killed them herself. On top of that though... the man who she'd once looked up to and admired... the man that she'd once known as her father... he wanted to kill her and her son. But why? How could someone do that to their own child? How could someone be so cruel and twisted? Oh my god... and this was the reason Aiden had shattered her heart into a million pieces. It had all been to protect her? And what did she do in return? She deprived him of the opportunity to know his son.
Her head was swimming and she was feeling a little faint. Was it hot in there or was it just her? "Stop," she finally insisted, unable to take it. The death eaters that attacked that night... they weren't the first. No, that was why Marc had showed up. Had he been working with Victor the entire time? Had her father known what Marc did to her? Was he the one who orchestrated such an attack? She felt sick and clammy, on the verge of a panic attack as she remembered that night and realized there was a connection. "STOP, I don't want to hear any more." Tears were stinging her eyes and she felt her heart pounding away in her chest as she backed away from him. Turning away from him, the last thing she wanted to do was let Aiden see her cry. Her own father though... [newclass=.lydiacontainer]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/UwrNS8U.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer:hover]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/s70IfC3.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover]opacity: 0; width: 318px; height: 250px; padding-left: 202px; padding-top: 70px; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover:hover]opacity: 1; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiatxt]height: 240px; width: 282px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #9c9c9c; font-family; arial; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #26d8ac;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color: #e7e7e7;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks]margin-top: 3px;color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks a]color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Aug 21, 2015 0:59:25 GMT
[attr="class","aidencontainer"] [attr="class","aidenhover"] [attr="class","aidentxt"]No Aiden didn’t want to hear that, but he needed to. They both needed to realize that their actions had effected more than their own lives. And he couldn’t decide which one of their secrets had been the worst one…well actually he could but that was only because he was pissed and wished he could turn back time and get to spend all those years with his son. His secret had been to protect Lydia from any more pain that came from her father. As pissed as he was at her though, Aiden could never hate Lydia, there were definitely times he had tried to convince himself to stop caring about her over the years but that had failed futilely. There was one thing that she said that stuck out to him though ‘I could never bring myself to stop loving you’…well at least they were in the same boat there.
But watching her face as she took in the news that her father had been the cause of their horrible breakup, and was the one who was out to kill her…he felt like a total douche for telling her the truth. Especially like that. When she turned away from him, tears in her eyes, all the anger in him suddenly dissipated. Hesitantly he reached out and touched her shoulder, intent on hugging her to him if she would let him. ”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-…I shouldn’t have told you that way.” Aiden said, his voice ten times quieter than just moments ago. God he was such an ass.
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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 21, 2015 2:50:46 GMT
[attr="class","lydiacontainer"] [attr="class","lydiahover"] [attr="class","lydiatxt"]"Don't touch me," she snapped, pulling away from him as he touched her shoulder. She hadn't really meant for this to sound so harsh, but it couldn't be helped. Up until a few months ago, she would have accepted his comforting touch, welcomed it even. Ever since what happened with Marc though, the last thing she wanted was to have a man touch her. She knew that Aiden wasn't just any man, but... well, she just wasn't ready for him. She was still shocked, a million emotions rushing through her at once.
She didn't know how to react to any of this and it took everything she had not to just walk away and lock herself in her room. She'd spent years trying to cope with the fact that she thought her father hated her enough to abandon her, only to have him show up and try to win her back, showing her his true colors as a death eater. She'd spent years trying to forget him and yet he just wouldn't leave her alone. Did he hate her that much that he wanted her dead? If he actually did have any love in his heart for her, that was an awfully funny way of showing it.
She just wanted to sob, but she crossed her arms instead, fighting the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn't even pretend that this news regarding her father didn't wound her. It cut deeper than she ever thought it would. "Why didn't you tell me this before?" she demanded. She knew that she didn't have room to talk, but she'd tried to explain her reasons, no matter how awful. She wanted to know why he wouldn't just tell her this before. Turning back around to face him, her eyes were blazing. "Instead of telling me, you just let him win! Why would you just give up like that?!" She'd never known Aiden to just give up on anything.
"How could you just give him what he wanted?!" She was still reeling over the fact that her father wanted both her and Stryder dead. There was no way in hell he was getting anywhere near her son. [newclass=.lydiacontainer]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/UwrNS8U.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer:hover]width: 520px; height: 320px; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/s70IfC3.jpg); -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover]opacity: 0; width: 318px; height: 250px; padding-left: 202px; padding-top: 70px; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiahover:hover]opacity: 1; -webkit-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.9s all ease-in-out; -web kit-transition-delay: 0.4s; -moz-transition-delay: 0.4s; -o-transition-delay: 0.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiatxt]height: 240px; width: 282px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #9c9c9c; font-family; arial; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #26d8ac;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydiacontainer ::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color: #e7e7e7;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks]margin-top: 3px;color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lydialinks a]color:#26d8ac; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px;[/newclass] |
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