no rest for the wicked` kayla

[staire]

it had been a good while since he had seen kayla, that much had been clear. due to their popularity in slytherin and their family's unbreakable ties, the two of them had been close, to say the least. infact, they were even betrowthed to one another, and that was something that he would like to forget. that woman drove him completely mad, yet she had never left his mind. it was hard to forget someone who played such a heavy role in your life while you were growing up and finding yourself. still, after hogwarts, they werent forced to spend every waking moment together and it was probably for the best. unbreakable curses and brute force was no way to spend your life in a relationship.

still, that was the life that alistaire had always lead. women and power fueled his body, and nothing would ever change that. being an unspeakable gave him plenty of power, that was for sure. just look at the name. he worked with and controlled some of the most top secret information in the community and he worked close enough with the aurors to keep them off of his back. it seemed like it was becoming harder and harder to be a dark wizard these days, but he was getting better at it, gaining more power and more followers. it was easy enough for a man of his intellectual talents.

he sauntered into the bar and a cocky smirk fell over his lips at the familiar frame of kayla whitethorn. it was funny where people ended up after hogwarts. she was, no doubt, an abomination to her family, shaming their name with such a lowly job. oh how the wealthy had fallen. he greeted familiar faces on the way to the bar and looked her over, eyes landing on hers after a moment. "drink." he said simply to her, great words for someone you once fucked.

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[kayla ariella whitethorn]

no, being a barmaid certainly wasn't the ideal job for her, a girl who had come from such a well known, and wealthy family. but it was paying the bills, considering her family had thrown her into a ditch the moment they got wind of the ruined betrothal. goddamn alistaire was a hard, asshole, who made her love him, and hate him all at the same time.there was no one else in her life that could manipulate her in that kind of way. usually, it was her doing the manipulating, she could control the situation at any moment. until she'd found herself on the street, and the only friends she had had decided that they really couldn't afford to house her. she'd found herself in hogsmeade, far to proud to send an owl to alistaire to tell him what had happened, and far to stubborn to alert anyone to her real problems. she was without a home, without money, and for the first time in her life, she had hit the ground hard and wasn't even sure she could get back up.

when she'd stumbled into the three broomsticks that evening a few years before, she'd found herself immediately with a job, and the lady who ran the place at the time took pity in her, and gave her room and board if she would work for it. which led her to tonight, three years later. she was leaning over a table, using her wand to dry up spills, and scour out some of the tough stains that had set into the tables lately. she wasn't looking forward to the shift, especially when she knew something was going to happen. there was something in the air, and in the back of her mind she knew that trouble was going to show its ugly face. unfortunately for her, trouble didn't come with an ugly face, instead, it came in the form of her ex boyfriend, her ex everything.. alistaire ville. and there he was, sitting there casually at the bar, demanding she make him a drink. her eyes locked on his and she had half her mind to launch herself at him, and strangle him. but she refrained as she straightened. no she muttered simply, her nose wrinkling in annoyance.

[staire]

he saw everything as it flashed through her mind. his face stayed the same, not even hinting at the fact he had already looked her over and taken her in without his eyes even leaving hers for a moment. she was angry that he had found her and she wanted to kill him. they both knew it wouldnt happen here though. he was amused despite the stone expression. he had sympathized with her family when they told him how horrified they were at whatever it was their prized daughter had done, and he had spared them, shown them mercy. it wasnt their fault that miss whitethorn was a little bitch, though technically it probably was. it was in her blood to be strongwilled, yet kayla was supposed to be docile and submissive to her man. she challenged him one too many times.

he rose a brow at her answer, but his eyes stayed locked on hers, not faultering for a moment. with all that she had gone though and where she was now, alistaire ville was the last person she should challange. he could take a man with everything and shread him verbally to think he hadnt a thing left in the world. he was gifted in the art of making people rethink their lives and every decision they had ever made, and that was what made him so lethal. he didnt need to use his wand, although he was skilled with it. now, now kitten. wouldnt want to be out on your arse again, would you? he spoke smoothly, the figure of her boss appearing not too far away. someone with his amount of wealth and fame/infamey was well known in the wizarding world. youre a disgrace to our families. look at you, a bar whore? the corner of his mouth rose ever so slightly and he glanced over her face. youre as disgusting as a mudblood. he added, going in for the kill. now, drink. he commanded.

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[kayla ariella whitethorn]

she gulped back the words that threatened to spill off of her tongue, and clenched her hand at her side, her nails digging into the palm of her hand, leaving crescent shapes in her skin as she stepped away from him, tucking her wand into the pocket of her apron. her eyes fell on her boss, and with a small nod she wandered towards the bar, grabbing him a short glass, which she proceeded to fill halfway with ice, and poured the fire whiskey on top. there was no question about what he wanted to drink, he liked his alcohol strong, just like he liked his women, except he much preferred when a woman would adhere to his every wish, without question of argument. which was exactly why kayla and he were so bad for each other. she had a hot headed temper, and was extremely strong willed. their personalities were so similar that they clashed, and yet... he still managed to make her look weak. despite it all. he'd hit her, and cursed her, and he'd reminded her every single time who was boss. no tears had left her eyes, despite the stinging, or the blood, or the humiliating tasks he'd put her through. here he was again now, driving her absolutely crazy without even much. but once more reminding her of her place beneath him.

she knew, it was inevitable really, he was going to find her and he was going to tell her how worthless she was. he probably knew she'd been working here for a while, he'd probably kept tabs on her, purely because alistaire ville, rarely let a girl like kayla stray to far from her master. but she'd grown a lot over the years, and despite submitting to his wishes for a drink, she wasn't going to allow him to push her around outside of work hours. not any more, this was her life, and her mind, she was an independent strong woman. she might not have been rich, but she made do with what she had.

[staire]

their final year had definitely been the hardest that the two of them had spent together. things got terrible between the two of them, violently terrible. still, he remembered a time when being with kayla wasnt so difficult. when they were much younger, yes, but still. they had spent so much of their lives invested in each other because they had to, but now it was just odd to not wake up next to her every day. their similar personalities had made being with each other pretty impossible, yet they always found a way. he didnt ever think there would be a day when alistaire ville and kalya whitethorn wouldnt be together, but they had gone a few years without it now. they had never had a fight last this long, even when he put unforgivables on her, she still forgave him. she still loved him. he wasnt so sure of the now. he was pretty sure that there was no love to go along with their love/hate relationship. she had been pushed too many times, but he couldnt let her get away. not that easy. did she really think hed let her drop off the face of the planet and lay low working as some bar whore in hogsmeade where people could see her? hardly. that wasnt a low enough punishment. he either wanted her on a thorn next to him, or groveling in the dirt mussed with blood and grime.

he took the firewhiskey from her and took a drink as his eyes wandered over her. she had grown up well, that much was for certian. he couldnt tell by her position if she was still wearing her ring, but he could probably safely assume that it was obliterated by her the moment they had called it quits. he lifted the goblet to his mouth again, light catching the gold band that had never left his finger before he pushed the empty cup back to her for her to fill. cant even afford a decent piece of clothing anymore? he asked as he looked her over, shaking his head at what she once was. oh how far she had really fallen.

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[kayla ariella whitethorn]

when they had been told about the betrothal, that was when the issues had really started. they were young, and care free, they had nothing in the world to worry about, and then they were told that they had to marry. kayla was stubborn, and alistaire was just the same, far to proud to follow the rules that their parents had set for them. thus, the troubles had begun. although the idea of marrying him hadn't been all that bad to begin with, as their final year of school started slipping by, and the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, she realised how different they were becoming. the stress of their engagement was weighing down on their shoulders, the decisions of their parents tearing them apart. things had changed then, and that was when she really decided that she needed to get out. breaking up hadn't been ideal, breaking the engagement wasn't something that was taken lightly, and she knew her family were going to be disgusted with her. they knew about the relationship of the two of them, as a simple on and off relationship. but they were sure there was enough love between them for this marriage to work. their families were the purest of pure, and they were supposed to be united. she had destroyed all of that with her own stubborn decisions.

the glint of the ring caught her eye, and her hand instinctively went to the thin chain around her neck, that held her own ring. her jaw was set, and her eyes fell away from him, and instead she played with the hem of her shorts, adjusting them over her thighs before she swept her hands over them and glanced back at his face. i can afford clothes just fine, thank you very much. she muttered, tucking her hair behind her ear. she believed she could anyway, she was wearing a pair of high waisted shorts over a white tank top and some plain tennis shoes on her feet. it was still warm outside, considering summer had come to an end, and her apartment was only a few streets away, so it had never been to long of a journey for her to get here. she'd never really felt self conscious about the purchases she'd made, until of course he decided to pick at them. i see you haven't changed, pity.

[staire]

pity for you, perhaps. he had shot back before having a second thought. he knew how much every woman wanted to be with him, in kaylas spot. that much was easy to see way back to their teenaged years at hogwarts. being one of the very limited fully pure families left, he was a hot catch. he had never wasted a chance to let her know, either. she had never wasted a chance to fire it back in his face. yet, now he was the only one worth catching. no one would want to touch her after how far she had fallen. she was damaged goods in everyones book who was worth a second thought. being that alistaire was the one that damaged her, his thought of her was a slightly different notion.

he knew it had to bother her if even just the slightest that she was wearing thrift store clothing from her once brand name lavishes. he had spent his life giving her only the best, just as her family had, and now she was in raggedy clothing and her hair was looking lackluster. he could feel his wallet burning a hole in his pocket with guilt, though it wasnt an emotion he ever felt except when it came to the woman before him. he took up the glass again and swirled the liquid in it before downing it again and pulling a large note from his pocket, handing it towards her with a blank expression. take the tip and buy yourself something decent. i cant believe im lowering myself to even speak to you.

[kayla ariella whitethorn]

pity for me? hardly, i'm not the one who has to deal with you anymore. a part of her wondered if that ring was for another reason, maybe he had managed to find someone that was submissive enough for his tastes, yet gorgeous enough to keep him slightly interested. she hadn't kept tabs on him, because she knew hearing about how amazing his life was would have hurt her. she'd disconnected herself from that world on purpose, she'd needed to escape and face a reality that was so out of this world, and out of her way. she had, as well. she'd grown more as a person, she'd witnessed a life that she'd never dreamed of living, and she was making do with whatever she had available. she knew how to cook, she knew how to clean, she knew how to do all of those things that she'd refused to do on so many occasions. alistaire would never have been impressed by watching her slave around the house though. he would have demanded they get house elves, and put all the work on those poor creatures. it was sad to think how far they had drifted, considering how well everything between them had started off. she twisted the ring around the tip of her finger, and tucked it back under the material of her shirt.

i don't want your money, and you know i wont take it. she added under her breath. she wasn't about to be his charity project, she wasn't going to take any money from him. he knew that as well, she was a proud lady, and she had held her head high even through the hardest days of her life. you should finish your drink and get out of here though, i have work to do, and im not going to be seen talking to you all night. she glanced off towards her boss who was keeping a close eye on her at this point, a small fake smile fell over her lips as she met her eyes, before they fell back onto alistaire. i really don't know why you're here anyway.. haven't you got someone else to abuse?

[staire]

his eyes flashed at her comment, but here wasnt the place to reprimand her. he grit his teeth, biting back the harsh words burning his throat. she wasnt the only one that had grown up. he held his tongue far more often than he had before, his words more calculating, more lethal. he hadnt necessarily come here in an attempt to hurt her though. he had known what she had been doing from the moment she had left him. he had eyes everywhere, and he was sure she had expected no less. you had to know what was going on with your inner circle when you had as much power as he did, and even though she was no longer close to him, she still knew far too much. had it been anyone else, it was safe to say that they would have been killed or put to death. it had happened before, but she meant something to him, and while she was still useful, she would remain alive.

he glanced over at her boss and rose his glass slightly before looking back to her and stuffing the note into her cleavage like the whore she was. take it, and keep your mouth shut. ive shown you mercy long enough, kitten, dont get on my bad side. youre teetering. he said simply as he looked her over. and as long as im paying, i'll get what i want. he said with conviction, setting the glass none too lightly infront of her, tan muscles flexing as he waited for her to fill it back up. or are you worried about what your mudbloods will think? he asked, darkmark barely visable on his arm as he met her eyes. because they can easily be silenced. he growled slightly, eyes locked on hers, flashing once more.

[kayla ariella whitethorn]

his hands anywhere near her cleavage was enough to put her off, and she was so tempted to just rip that note out and tear it up infront of him, but she was also sure that would have caused him to pounce. he would bare his teeth and tear her apart if she even dared make a show like that. she remembered what he was like, she was supposed to act like the perfect wife in public, that was what she'd been told at least. but she didn't belong to him anymore. she had her own mind, and her own thoughts. she'd taken complete control over her life, and was refusing to allow him to destroy the structured life she'd built up for herself. alistaire couldn't just waltz back in here and destroy it for her. she knew he would try, he'd do whatever it takes really to pull her back down to her place beneath him. she had a feeling that this wasn't going to be the last she saw of him now, especially that he'd made it known that he knew where she was and what she was doing with her life. she'd seen familiar faces stalking around the bars on occasion, and knew it was his "friends" checking up on her. though, they were more associates, because well... alistaire wasn't the friends type. youre as despicable as ever... you really havent changed, have you? her eyes trailed over him briefly, examining him, a sly smile curled her lips and she snatched up his empty glass, going to refill it.

he had grown though, he'd aged a little more than she'd remembered. now that smooth baby face was lined with a thin scruff, and his hair was longer and shaggier, he sported tattoos, and lean muscles lined his arms. it was actually pretty attractive. she wasn't sure that she could let herself get mixed up in him again though. despite knowing that she was hardly going to make it back to her apartment that night without him following her along. a part of her couldnt wait for him to do just that, and perhaps he'd follow her back into the bed with her... no she wasn't supposed to be thinking like that. she was supposed to be pushing him away, at all times.

[staire]

he relished in how angry he could still make her. that much anger harbored so much emotion. he still meant something to her if he could cause that reaction from her. he glanced to the chain around her neck and licked his lips as she turned away. he took a moment to take in the atmosphere he had found himself in. on a normal occasion, such a place would be too below him to ever set foot in to, but he couldnt very well show up at her shabby appartment and knock on her door, or apparate into her bedroom. no, that would be too easy. to make her take him there though, to make her wonder, that was something he enjoyed. she couldnt calculate his every move and the uncertianty of it all made him smirk. still, he couldnt help but think how hard she had hit the ground before she would have ever come into this place, begging for a job. to see kayla whitethorn beg? that was definitely something he wished he could have seen.

no, i havent. he said simply as he took a long drink of his whiskey, his ring flashing again, knowing she had questions about it. the truth was, aside from shagging women here and there, he hadnt really persued anyone. he was too busy in his career and working on tying up loose ends to worry about having a relationship of any sort, and perhaps part of him always thought the two of them were going to get back together again. from birth there was no alisatire without kayla, and it was hard to think of them parting ways forever. most people thought he was a souless dark figure, but that wasnt the truth when it came to kayla. he would do almost anything for the girl as long as she stayed in her place. maybe thats why he came to her. he had to see why she didnt ask for his help when she was hurting so badly. sure, she was proud, but as a last resort she wouldnt even come to the one person that would always be there for her in the end? that wasnt something he liked to think about. when do you get off? he asked, his eyes meeting hers a moment.

[kayla ariella whitethorn]

there were things she told herself she would never do, and showing her weakness around alistaire was one of them, that was foremost the reason that she didn't go and tell him about her misfortunes. they'd split up, she was sure that was probably going to be the last she would see of him, she had no idea that he'd have wanted to know about what she was doing - but she should have known he'd keep tabs on her. there was no other reason for him to be in this place. going to him after being thrown out of her home wasn't exactly possible, especially when he was the reason that she was disowned. it might have been hard for her to resist apparating to his mansion of a home to inform him of what happened, but that would have only caused her to wind up trapped once more in his world. like now, she knew this was going to mean he was hanging around, or he was going to come around and bug her more often. there was going to be times where she'd want to kill him, and others where all she'd want to do would be to hold him. her hand instinctively ran to the necklace again, her eyes falling to the counter top as he spoke, her shoulders lifting in a light shrug. i already figured you'd be coming home with me the moment you showed your face. her eyes lifted to meet his i finish in a half hour.. she added lightly, reaching for a glass from the bar to rinse it out, wiped down the counter lightly, as she resumed her job, handing a drink off to another customer who had been waiting impatiently. her eyes slipped back to alistaire, watching him a moment as she worked, finally, she just gave up and leaned against the counter to examine his features. why is it you're here? obviously there must be something you're after.

[staire]

he looked at her for a long moment as she spoke and pursed his lips slightly. she always caught on to what he was doing. they had known each other far too long for the games. still, anyone would have known that he would follow her home. the two of them had a lot to discuss, to say the very least. they had a lot to catch up on, and he needed to see just what she had been living in these past few years. of course, he knew the address and had used spells to be inside, but physically it was a completely different story. alistaire had to see just how far his queen had fallen with his own two eyes. half hour it is, then. he said lightly as he took a long swig of his drink, relishing in the burn of the whiskey making him feel alive, feel anything.

alistaire let the girl work and he glared slightly at the man that was so impatient for his drink. no matter how much time had passed, he would still be protective of the girl, that much was apparent. when she leaned towards him, he looked over her slowly, his eyes raising to meet hers once more as she spoke, her velvety voice music to his ears. perhaps im just after whats mine. he said quietly, a finger finding her chain and pulling her closer to him lightly, his eyes flashing as he looked into hers, a smirk curling over his lips before he let her go. it was true, he had owned her from the day the two of them exchanged rings, even before that. no vows had to be said. as much as he would deny it, he also belonged to her. the ring around his finger was a shackle and a warning of that. he could never get too heavily involved or too emotional over her because it would be his downfall. love was a dangerous thing, espcially when it cam with power.

he knew he couldnt restore the wizarding world to his proper glory if he had her constantly pulling at what little heart he had left, and that was why he let her go so realitively easy the first time. still, he couldnt stay away from her because here he sat. one of his 'friends' found themselves at his side, speaking in tongues and code unfamiliar to anyone in the bar aside from kayla who probably got just what was happening. they had captured a group of mudblood wizards whos crimes were nothing more than disobeying dark wizards and not repaying debts. finish them. he said without second thought and the man disappeared to do just that.

[kayla ariella whitethorn]

it would have been easy for her to have told him to piss off, but she knew it would only serve to infuriate him, and she wasn't looking forward to being hit about the face again. she was sure they'd gotten past that, at least.. she hoped they had. she needed to know he'd grown up, and wasn't about to beat her again, or use force on her. but the look in his eyes, and the way he held himself, the darkness in his blood was evident through the gaze that he dragged over her. he was the same boy who she'd known in hogwarts, the same man who would do whatever it took to get power over her, and anyone else he wanted to rule. it hurt her to know that he would do it again to her, and she would sink so low as to accept it as normal behavior. she couldn't quite count the number of times he'd humiliated her in public, whether it happened to be a dinner where the people he worked with, or at the school. where he'd made her look like a slave to his every need. she'd hated him, but at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to stop loving him. there had to be some kind of kindness deep inside him, that young man that she'd originally met all those years ago, he had to be in there some where. it just meant searching. unfortunately, before she'd had time to discovered the innocent youth of alistaire, they were over, and she'd had to forget all about him.

the conversation he'd had with that man was short, and kaylas brows had knitted together in annoyance at what was taking place in the bar right in front of her. really, do you have to take business right here? especially like that she was used to the death, and the threats, she was used to him being mixed up in all of that. but still in all of her years, it didn't replace the fear that she held in her that one day, someone would have him sent to azkaban for all that he had done. it probably would have happened too, if he hadn't been working with aurors in the ministry. she was never able to stop it though, as much as she wanted to, and as hard as she tried. time seemed to be slipping by though, and before she knew it, it was time for her to clock off. she'd fixed her last drink to the man at the counter who'd been constantly dragging her away from alistaire, and her boss had left her to her own devices and gone back to work in the office - much to kaylas relief. come on. she said to alistaire, as she reached for her coat, slipping it over her shoulders, she motioned towards the door.