Captive

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James Dalton

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Beth
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Oak wood, 14" essence of vampire blood
James, had he been a normal person, would have been unable to forgive his actions:
He had knocked Antoinette unconscious, carried her several miles to an abandoned shack in the woods, summoned a bed and lain her down.
Now he was arriving back from the forest with wild flowers he had picked.
James placed them beside her on the bed and began placing charms on the only door of the shack;
He was securing it so she couldn't leave him.
Then he knelt at the end of the bed, waiting.
 
The last thing she could remember is James, looming over her, before everything went black.
And now, as she gradually stirred, she was trying to piece together what had just happened. She was lying on a bed, in what appeared to be a small shack. Hardly a glamourous abode, but that was not the issue at the moment. Obviously, James had taken her away, knocked her out and carted her off to wherever she was now. This must have been correct, because through her blurred vision she could see him performing charms on the door. Closing her eyes again, she brought her knees to her chest and curled up in to a ball, completely unsure of what to do in this situation. She didn't know where she was, or who she could call for help...all she could do was lie there, helplessly, and co-operate with his desires so as not to get seriously hurt.
"James...?" she managed to mumble, her voice quiet and afraid.
 
James turned his head swiftly to Antoinette.
Now he was smiling.
"Welcome back, my love," he said, gesturing to the flowers beside her.
"Did you sleep well?" Of course she couldn't have but James was trying to seem like husband material and this seemed like something which would work.
He could see by her expression and body language that she was worried.
"You're safe," he said, coming to her side and gently brushing his hand over her forehead, "You're safe now.. Just you and me."
He smiled sympathetically.
 
She had been knocked out, and was being held captive, and yet Antoinette was trying to muster up a smile. She was an adult, for crying out loud, not a little girl. Although, right now, it was as if she really was a little girl, completely naive and doing something as foolish as falling for someone who was clearly dangerous. She just couldn't help herself.
She knew he was trying to be nice, and it was something Antoinette fell for. Easily. As he stroked her forehead, she felt her muscles relax, her pose slacken. Struggling, she tried to push herself up to a seated position - yet she wasn't strong enough to do so. Of course, being knocked out had a lot to do with it, but there was something about him that made her weak. "I..." she began, the words coming quietly, just above a whisper. "Wh-where have you taken me?" she blurted.
 
James smiled once more, his hand on her forehead.
He looked directly into her eyes.
"We're still in France." He said, letting her know that they hadn't strayed far.
"We're in a forest.. It's truly beautiful out there; the birds are singing love songs and the flowers are growing thick and full."
He stood up and raised his wand.
A colorless grey blanket appeared in the air and he placed it lightly over Antoinette.
"If you get some rest," He spoke softly and caressingly, "perhaps we could go for a walk through the forest later.. Would you like that?"
 
"Oh...okay..." she managed to mutter, her eyes focusing on his. Things were a bit hazy, still, but everything seemed to be coming back in to proper focus. "It sounds...wonderful..." Antoinette yawned, bringing a pale hand to her mouth to stifle it. She was drowsy, and although she could have been panicking (inwardly, she could never let panic show), she couldn't bring herself to do so. "I...I would like that," she agreed, her eyelids drooping as she slipped in to sleep once more. She just needed a little more rest. Then she could begin to think logically.

((lol, lame, sorry))
 
((No, it's not.))


Several hours had passed and the evening was setting in.
James had been out and gathered yet more flowers for Antoinette:
There were now several bouquets around the room, brightening the place a little.
He had been hard at work transfiguring the place.
The walls were no longer a dirty brown but were a delicate lilac, the floor was coated in petals.
James had spent hours plucking them all and sprinkling them about the place.
The door was slightly ajar and James was knelt down outside; a small flat slab of rock was leant against the shack and he was carving into it with magic.
He planned it to read 'Home of the Dalton's'.
Currently it read 'Home of the Da'.
He was working hard on it, hoping to finish it for the time when Antoinette awoke once more.
James thought of all of this as romantic.
Perhaps it was but in a very warped way. He was keeping Antoinette captive. That side of could hardly be considered loving but more obsessive.
 
Upon waking up, Antoinette still felt a little groggy but overall, quite refreshed. In fact, she could have almost said she felt quite good.
That is, until she remembered where she was. And all of a sudden, she was a lost little child, wanting to go home. Even if home was Beauxbatons, and dorms full of unfriendly girls - no, wait a second, she didn't want to go back yet. She was too proud. And she didn't want to go to her father, because like hell he was ever any help.
So here was the only place she had. Logically, it would have been best to suck it up and go back to Beauxbatons - but there was a problem with that. Getting out. She was sure James would not let her out easily.
If this is all because of that stupid Veela blood... she thought, her heart a jumble of emotions.
Bringing herself to sit upright, she drew her feet up to the mattress and wrapped her arms around her legs, resting her face against her knees. She couldn't see James, though the door was slightly open so she assumed he was outside. Probably just outside.
Confused, lost, and alone, Antoinette let out a strangled sob, before quickly covering her mouth. You should never cry. The only time you're allowed to cry is when it's all over. And yet, the selfish ice-princess - whose exterior had been shattered revealing a confused, naive little girl - found a few tears welling up in her eyes.
 
James heard a noise from inside.
Was she awake?
"Antoinette?" James called, poking his head round the door and seeing her on the bed looking upset.
"Please don't cry.. I've almost finished your surprise."
He stepped back outside and finished writing.
James opened the door fully now and walked to the bed.
"Why are you crying? Are you not happy with the color of the room?"
It was very sad indeed. James had such a child like mind and he just wanted Antoinette to be happy.. But that child was also stubborn and selfish, wanting her for his own.
He climbed beside her onto the bed and placed an arm around her shoulder.
He kissed her softly on the forehead.
James thought this might comfort her.
He could not see past the situation- he could not understand that she might not want to be there with him.
 
"N-no," Antoinette stated, hastily, wiping away her tears. "The room, it's beautiful," she added, looking around appreciatively. "I...I just...I don't know," she stammered. It was true, she felt so confused and out of place, and for months she hadn't belonged anywhere. So as James climbed on to the bed beside her, all Antoinette could do was put her arms around him and cling to him as though he was a liferaft, all that was keeping her afloat. And while she had a suspicion that he'd hurt her, that he only wanted her because of the Veela in her - paranoia, maybe, but it could well have been true - something told her that he was the only person there for her right now, and the feelings she had for him simply could not be denied. She kissed him a couple of times, but mostly she just sat there, barely moving - though he would surely feel her hands trembling slightly as they clamoured to hold on to him.
 
James held onto Antoinette tightly.
He loved her and he wanted to keep her.
Right now it felt as if she loved him back and they sat together on the bed a while, holding onto one another.
"I will always be here for you." He said lovingly.

James finally stood up and held out his hand, "Shall we go for our walk then?"
He asked, smiling down at Antoinette.
Perhaps if he could prove himself a loving man, a caring man, then perhaps Antoinette would marry him.. They could run away together and leave all their troubles behind.
 
In that moment, Antoinette felt as though she was essentially complete. She could believe what James was saying, she could reciprocate those feelings...it wasn't perfect, but it was blissful, all the same. He held her, kept her from falling apart, and it was in that moment that she felt that she really could say that she loved him. She did not speak, however, merely holding on to him as her tears dried and she composed herself. Crying doesn't get you anywhere. Be an adult for a change.
"Oh-okay," she managed to splutter out, grabbing on to his hand. She knew that when she got outside, she could run - but it wasn't as though she could apparate yet. She was going to be learning soon but she couldn't do it at all yet. And he would obviously stun her or something worse. She didn't know him that well but she could bet that he would. After all, he had threatened her by the cliffs, hadn't he? He hadn't gone through with it, but still, the threat was there. She had absolutely no choice but to cooperate, and right now, she would do so gladly.
 
James lead Antoinette outside:
He showed her the stone he had made for them, he lead her through the forest.
James showed her all the beautiful flowers identical to those he kept bringing her, he showed her the birds in the trees, the ones which sang so happily. He told her they were singing about her and her wonderful beauty, her eyes, her lips, her fair hair..
And he did not let go of her hand.
Not until they reached particular section of the forest from which a large establishment was viewable.
It was Beauxbatons and though it was still quite far from there, James stopped in the cover of the trees.
"You can go if you want to." He said, making solid eye contact with Antoinette.
"If it makes you happy then you can go back there.. I wont force you to come back."
He stood very still, watching her. It was her choice now..
It didn't mean he wouldn't continue to watch her but she could be free.
"I love you." He said, his voice breaking a little as he spoke.
A tear formed in his eye but he ignored it.
 
Everything was so sweet - strange, yes, a little odd, yes, but nonetheless sweet and strangely beautiful. Something in her - not her brain, but her heart - was drawing Antoinette closer to James, wanting to be his and only his. A small part of her brain told her that this was a bad idea, but no, Antoinette refused to listen. Sometimes it was better to listen to the heart and ignore the brain, right?
And now they were drawing near to Beauxbatons, and that same part of her brain was telling her she should go back, but no, she blocked it out again, even if it was screaming at her. Bad idea...they'll worry, they'll call your father...how the hell are you going to explain this one? But the heart knew what it wanted, and it wanted to be with him. Of all people, him. Some things just could not be explained, and love was one of those things.
"I don't want to go. Not yet." She looked up at James, defiantly. "I know I have to go back, I mean, my education...but I don't want to go back right now. I want to stay. With you." She was stubborn, immature, but the problem was the fact that she was falling in love.
 
James was glad Antoinette had chosen to stay with him a bit longer.
He was glad he had been chosen over a place she knew she could be safe. With him, there was always a chance of danger.
Perhaps that was what had attracted Antoinette?
She did not know yet, of course, that James was training to become a Death Eater.
How could she know?
He reached out to take her hand once more, so that they could begin the trek back home.
Perhaps once they got there, Antoinette would change her mind.. But she had chosen him. Him.
Now he could truly declare his love for her, show her how much she meant to him.
 
Boldly, she took his hand, happy to turn away from Beauxbatons for now. She felt brave, defiant. Not to mention the fact that her heart was soaring, something she hadn't felt before. She'd felt similar emotions when around guys, but nothing ever like this. If this is love, I do quite like the feeling, she admitted to herself. Everything until now had been lust, pure lust. The lust was here too, but there was something else. Real affection, for one. If it had been anyone else, Antoinette would have probably turned on her heel, given a sly wink and parted ways, heading back for Beauxbatons. But not with James. She wanted to be with him, more than anything else right at the moment. The thought of leaving had filled her with such sadness, it was indescribable.
So, they continued back to the house, Antoinette just elated to be close to him. Were she in her right mind, she might have been appalled with herself, but right now her heart had established dominance over her head.
 
James walked with Antoinette back to their little shack.
He was making it their home, trying to start a life there with her.
Once they had arrived back 'home' and were inside, James placed the charms on the door.
No-one could get in now.. Or out.
Not easily.
He looked to the bed. His mind was on something other than romance and flowers now.
James had won her now, he felt sure of it.. Perhaps it was time to claim his prize?
A dark smile flickered across his face before he turned to look at Antoinette.
"I love you, Antoinette," he said, softly. "Let me show you how much I love you."
He was very close to her now, his hands on her shoulders, her waist..
 
Antoinette may have been naive, but she was certainly not a complete fool. As soon as they got back to the shack, she knew what was going to happen. But she did not struggle, she did not resist. After all, this was what people who were in love did, right? And she'd certainly have been lying if she said she hadn't wanted to do the same thing.
She let him put his hands on her, kissed him with passion and desire as she, slowly but surely, pulled him over to the bed.

This was much more interesting than school.
 
Perhaps the thing which most surprised James was that Antoinette had shown no real resistance.
This had shaken him up a little but he was pleased, nonetheless, with the end result.
He had never been romantically involved with anyone before and so he had never done anything like this..

James lay beside Antoinette, cuddling up to her.
He was deep in thought about everything; had he done it right? Was she satisfied? Did she still love him? Would she marry him now?
So many thoughts buzzed through his mind.
He was ecstatic to be with her, to have done what he had done but.. Was she ok? He had got what he wanted.. Did she get what she wanted?
His mind began whispering to him.
Forget what she wants, you have taken your prize. You have won.
James stared up at the ceiling.
He picked his wand up from the floor and flicked it at the door, muttering something.
The door was released from the spells.
"I love you so much." He whispered, smiling at her.
He had tried his best to make her happy. He loved her.
 
Eyes gently closed, Antoinette curled up to James, almost a little like a cat. She was right, that had been much more...exciting and informative than school could be. She was feeling particuarly lazy, her mind was too, but that did not stop the worry from sprouting in her mind. Her feelings certainly hadn't changed. If anything, they were now stronger still. But were his feelings the same? Had he taken what he wanted from her, and now would abandon her? Antoinette had issues with abandonment. After all, she had been, technically, abandoned twice as a baby. First by her mother, then essentially by her father. She didn't want James - she supposed he was her lover now - to leave her, too.
"I love you too," she whispered back, her lips curling in to a small, elated smile. It was true, she decided. She did love him.
 
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