the sins that we become [closed]

[Eudoxia Karras]

The café was warm and the smell of coffee was a welcome scent and the tall dark man sitting across from Eudoxia was telling a rather animated story about one of the various times he has been in prison. The Spaniard was listening with a polite quietness adding a nod and smile between the breaks and sips of coffee. Watching as his facial expression changed with the story she laughed when he did and careful cradled the black coffee in the cardboard cup. Carlos had always been one of the more bombastic members of the family and he had always been her favorite cousin. He was much older than her, by at least eighteen years but she had always been enamored with him. Carlos was the bad seed in the Romanas family but Eudoxia enjoyed the fact he was completely genuine and incapable of hiding his emotions from others. He had always been loud and rather brazen and had a rather good ability when it came to muggle crime. It was his love of breaking and entering that had led him to be in and out of muggle prison. Carlos’s face went goofy and he slammed the table laughing. This caused Eudoxia to giggle at the looks of shock and surprise that came from the table beside them. Leaning forward she moth the word ‘sorry’ to them and she gently placed a hand on her cousin’s arm.

“Carlitos.” She cautioned him. While she did not mind his outward display of emotion the people in the café did not appreciate it. Surprisingly this calmed him down as he gave her the look of a scorned little boy and she laughed. She had only wanted to rein him in a little and she managed to make him feel like a toddler. It was a gift apparently and she leaned back in her chair watching him as he went on. Carlos was one of the best story tellers she had spent time listening to. He had a way of drawing her in and no matter how old she was she hung on his every word. Listening to him this time she caught a name and she sat up. “Excuse me?” He was telling a story from years ago and one name caught her ear and she stiffened. Carlos repeated himself and she felt her stomach turn. Gripping the chair he knuckles whitened and she listened the to the rest of the story without really hearing it, she didn’t care what the rest of the story was she could no longer overlook the absence of a certain man at a rather big dinner. If he lied about this then why not lie about everything else. Eudoxia was beyond rational thinking and once the story ended she came up with some sort of excuse and kissed her cousin’s cheek and promised to meet with him soon.

Carlos seemed sad and she reassured him once more. She figured he had been sent on an errand to check up on her and she had done her best to hide the bruises that she had earned at the hand of her brother. It had been the first time Lot had laid a hand on her and she still had the fingerprints on her arms and the large black and purple bruise on her hip had spread and was easily visible, she had refused the healing, she wanted Lot to see what he had done when he looked at her. They weren’t talking and that was killing her on the inside and she wanted him to know that she was mad, and would carry the bruises until he had no choice but to look at them. She pulled the jacket close to her and she walked out of sight and ducked into an alley. It was frustrating to have to hide her witch self from the muggles but she waited till no one was around and with a pop she had apperated to the front door of the house across the ocean.

She went to knock on the cedar door but was surprised to find it open it creaked open and she cautiously crossed the threshold. It was hard to tell if he was home, and nothing was out of place. On fact it was the same order she remembered and her eyes grazed over the furniture and she did her best to keep the last time she had been here out of her mind. It would make it much harder to stay angry. Hearing him she spun on her heel and watched him, he had yet to notice she was there and she raised her eyebrow, he was shirtless. Tilting her head to the side to get a better look she caught herself and shook it from her mind. Making sure she kept quiet she smirked and snuck up behind him. His scent hit her first and she had relax for a moment. Then she leaned forward and whispered. “Hola Hameus.” She drug out his name purring the end. She could at least play with him a little before going in for the kill she wanted answers.

[Hameus Dormworth]

The house was torn to shreds, garments and other materials thrown everywhere. He looked over the giant mess, shaking his head back and forth slowly. He can't believe he had let this happen to his house. He was never a neat freak but he had always kept things in order just for the sake of looks. Standing in the living room, door still ajar, he took in the scope of the mess. He had witnessed and still remembered what had caused the resemblance of a tornado. It had been his own self who had caused such destruction in his own house. He had been in a frantic search and had ripped everything out of where it had been and had just thrown it onto the closest clean patch of floor. He bent his mouth into a frown in realization that he was the one who had to clean the mess. He surely wasn't going to hire a maid to sift through his belongings and put them into all the hidden compartments he had.

Before beginning the seemingly endless task of cleaning everything out, he waved his wand and focused on a small leather bound black book. It slowly floated to him and deposited itself into his hand. He held it, looking at it with intense concentration. He had a general idea of what this book contained, but not specifics. He had known as soon as he found it in that house a long time ago that it was something special. Now standing in the living room, just holding the book and staring mindlessly, his mind snapped back into reality, the bloody scene leaving his conscience. He set the book down on one of the coffee tables before pulling his jacket off of him. He put it on the coat rack and then proceeded to take off the tan t-shirt he had been wearing since the day before.

He slipped into the shower next, washing himself off thoroughly and then standing in the hot water, letting the heat relax his muscles and entire body. He finally turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. He made quick work of drying and putting on some pants. He moved into the living room first, cleaning up one pile, then moving to another. Methodically sorting each and every item, putting it back in it's rightful place. After finishing the living room he stood back taking in the whole room, being sure that everything had found it's rightful home. If one thing was out of place he knew that it would be his luck that he would need it the next day and couldn't find it. Finally letting himself believe that everything was straight and organized he moved into the next room, his bedroom.

He turned toward his room, leaving the book on the coffee table still and, not knowingly, leaving the door open. Crossing the threshold to his room he looked over the mess that now encompassed his sleeping quarters. He thought about doing this room by wand but decided that something would surely turn up missing. He knelt down and picked up some of his clothes, moving them into the laundry basket. He waved his hand, turning on the CD player on the dresser. Loud rock music blared into the room. The CD had a mixture of Metallica, Dragonforce and other old rock bands with intense guitar riffs that soothed him. He moved through the room cleaning out everything and following the order of the room before, being sure that everything was properly placed.

His thoughts were not entirely in the room though, the bore of cleaning leaving him to sort through memories and such. One that held prominent in his mind was the meeting in the casino just a few days before. Meeting the man named Malcolm and having to put up with him for an extended period of time. He had not wanted to attend the meeting or even know that he wasn't going to have a partner in his upcoming missions in Providence. He was not one to like having a partner. He felt as though it took business from it. Not only business but the fun of the job was lessened if he had to coordinate with a partner. How he was going to work having this monkey on his back he was unsure of. He just knew there had to be a way to work alone even with the man being involved. Had that not been bad enough, Hameus collected what seemed to be the idea that Malcolm had a similar interest in a certain female cooperative. From what he could gather, Malcolm had gone through more than just the usual kind of encounter with Eudoxia. There was a tension of sorts between the two of them and he was sure that he would have to intervene soon before it turned into something that but a wall in his own path.

A song came to an end as Hameus closed the last panel in his bedroom. He stood to his full height and took a glance over the room. Clean had finally been achieved in the space. He went to turn but before he could he felt a mass moving behind him. The words seemed to crack open the entire room and even Hameus' state of control. He had been snuck up on. He felt a jolt in his heart and his blood raced a bit. He quickly did what came natural to him. He took to one knee, spinning to his left until he saw a leg of the person. He grabbed at it, feeling his hand grab hold, reaching his other arm out to the same vicinity but on the other leg. Grabbing hold he applied upward motion, lifting the figure from the ground. He turned so that the person would fall onto his bed but was still in a state that he had time to finish something if he felt he had to.

When the figure hit the bed he scanned the person's form for any familiarities. He seemed shocked on the realization of whom he had just picked up. He should have known from the voice but he had been thrown off by the surprise of the presence. Finally letting his grasp relax he stopped and made eye contact. He stood straight up again and finally spoke. "My dear Eudoxia you must not-" His words were cut off with a loud overpowering blare of a guitar riff to start off a song. He looked over and waved his hand at the noise maker. He turned off the CD before continuing. "As I was saying., You must not sneak up on me when I have enough force to do something similar as to what I just did. I am not easy to surprise but once I am you are best to have a ten foot distance so I can be sure of who you are before striking next time." He smiled at her and let his grasp go. He offered a hand to help her into a sitting position.

[Eudoxia Karras]

The reaction was one she had expected and thus had braced herself as he grabbed her. It was the second time in forty eight hours that someone had tossed her around like a rag doll, only this time she had asked for it. That didn’t stop her from smirking however. The blur of the room came to a halt as she bounced off the bed and came to settle back down, the various items she had concealed on her shifted and some of the bruises from the previous attacker caused her to wince as she came down on them for the second time. Hameus seemed shocked, and she chuckled at the look on his face. Raising an eyebrow she propped herself up on her elbows and nodded demurely as he finally let go. Tilting her head she watched him as he seemed to recover from the encounter. The fact she had managed to surprise him was something that made her rather happy. “Right to the point I see.” She commented on the fact he had thrown her to the bed and in most cases she would have taken the invitation, however that was not what this visit was about. In fact he made it rather clear with his acts of omission that he either no longer wanted it or it had been something he simply needed and she had been a means to an end.

Sitting up she raised her hand and knocked his away. She was perfectly capable of sitting up her own. Perhaps this was her way of showing him that she in no way needed him. That the fact he had failed to mention a few things as well as lie about others had said more in their omission than he could have said verbally. Moving to the edge of the bed she faltered at what to say. It was easy to start yelling at him in her head to call him a lying bastard and throw things, however now that she was here it seemed a little juvenile, especially since there was no real way to gauge where she stood with him. With a little shrug she returned to a coy attitude and leaned back hiding the stiffness her brother had left her with and raised a delicate eyebrow. “Must not what? Startle an aging man? In case your heart goes out? I do suppose that might irritate Jefe a little, yes?” With a lackadaisical motion of her hand she sighed. “If you do not want company then you should lock your door.” The bit of wisdom she had offered was small and she knew he knew this already. With a little smirk she crossed her legs.

Standing up she brushed passed him and started to walk around the room inspecting it as if she were truly interested in what the room had to hold. Maybe she was looking for some sort of clue as to why he had stopped communication and maybe she was looking for an excuse for her encounter with Malcolm. In fact she was looking for any excuse to justify her current feeling for both of them. It was a horrible position between a rock and hard place and all she could hope was that Hameus had no real knowledge of things that had transpired. Shaking as much as she possibly could from her mind she paused turning to face him. Unsure of what to do with her hands she placed them on her hip and looked at him doing her best to hide the emotion. “Been busy?” She shook her head in a way that her hair sort of fluttered and she turned back away from him. “Anything interesting going on?” It was clear in the way she was digging that she was no asking in a way of making small talk.

The Spaniard kept her stance rigid as if she were ready to pounce, she was not about to allow him to assault her further nor was she ready to take more of what he said at face value. He had lied to her once. With a small sigh she leaned a hip against the bed and crossed her arms looking at him. Sighing heavily she wasn’t sure just where to take this, once again she was stuck in relationship quandary. Something she was not good at. In the past she would have simply yelled and thrown a fit but that would only work to a point. Looking at him she furrowed her brow and gently sucked in her bottom lip and thought for a moment before finally speaking her words forced and hesitant at the same time. “What exactly made you think not attending such a big dinner was a good idea? He is unhappy. Very unhappy.” She left out that she was also unhappy but more or less worried. Jefe would not let it go at least not from what she could tell. After the mistakes that had been made she could only imagine he was on the warpath. “I would like the truth.” She said this and turned her face downward. Afraid she would once again be told a lie.