|| It had only been two weeks, but thanks to Damien, and his potions, Chava had already began to feel much better physically. Sure, there were still plenty of scars, and obvious metal damage, but not too much to completely hinder her. She had even gone back to her own house, after a while away, to check up on some necessary things. Damien was out training, she was sure, and Chava took to her quiet house and quiet couch in the living room, curling up in a blanket near the fire. So much had happened in the past two or so months that a little peace and quiet was well needed, and well deserved. Even the voices in her head had started to shut up a little. So much so, that even then she felt close to sleep, not expecting any disturbances.
|| The seven year old girl, Aveline, stood outside the home of her apparent mother, looking hesitantly at the front door. She was raised by her father, Elfin for nearly four years, and had never seen her mother before, which caused her hesitation. Aveline had practically raised herself for the past two and a half years. That was her reason for hesitating. She absently wondered why she was even here. She could survive on her own, and would probably be better off on her own. For all she knew, her mother could be absolutely crazy. Curiosity got the better of her, and she raised her hand to give a small rap on the door.
|| Having just about to fall asleep, Chava was shaken from her stupor immediately at a small sound at the door. She jumps upwards, furrowing her brows. Knocks weren't typical here, not at her place. The only one who had knocked in a long time was Damien. Perhaps he was here? She supposed it was entirely possible. Not even bothering to stifle a loud groan, the woman pulls herself off the couch, trudging over to the door half asleep. Looking through the crack of the door, however, she starts to wake up again. A child. Strange. What did a child need from her, exactly? It might have been another rouse from Polyjuice- Chava never wanted to see that damned potion again. Still, Chava supposed she could play /nice/, and opens the door to look the little girl up and down. "Haven't the other occupants of this town warned you not to knock here, girlie?"
|| The door opened and Aveline gave a small smile, looking up at her supposed mother. The woman seemed confused and possibly even annoyed at her presence, which made sense since her mother probably wouldn't even know she existed. "Hello!" She turned her head to the side giving a bright smile, before saying. "No, they haven't. I don't live here." She didn't really live anywhere, but she didn't want the woman to think she was looking for a free place to stay. "Um... I wanted to meet you." Quickly continuing, as she didn't want to confuse her supposed mother, "I'm Elfin's daughter."
|| Well, this child certainly seemed cheerful. A look she wasn't used to seeing. And she didn't even live here, at that. So what the hell did the little wandering cretin want with her? She didn't have anything to offer. Except maybe an alternative plan, where she brought the girl to Damien for any and all torture needs. Maybe Chava herself would practice on this girl? She still needed the practice, after all. And if the girl wanted to meet her, she definitely hadn't heard the town rumours that Chava was a bat%$!# monster to avoid at all costs. Those were the kind of rumours Chava liked to encourage. Then came the girl's last words, and Chava's flow of thought freezes. A pause, a beat. Rage instantly making its way to the surface of her skin. A name she wished she could banish from her memory permanently. Chava didn't even freeze, and immediately went to drag the girl inside, slamming the door shut behind her, before making to shove the thing of a child against the wall, arm at throat. "Don't. EVER. $!#king. Mention. THAT NAME. To me ever again."
|| The instant rage that the woman, Aveline was shocked. She certainly hadn't expected this. Back against a wall, hand at her throat, she moved her hands as if to try and pry the woman's hand away, with no such avail. She was good with a bow, but she certainly wasn't going to manage fighting her supposed mother. "I can't help who I'm born to." She snarked unwittingly. She instantly realized what she said, though didn't bother apologizing for it. It was true, and the woman needed to realize it. She certainly wouldn't be saying the name again, she considered that lesson learned. "I... think you're my mother"
|| Despite the girl's words, Chava's grip tightened, squeezing the sides of her neck. Already so filled with rage, she didn't even think about the possibility of this. She had forgotten it even happened, and frankly she liked to keep it that way. Forgotten. That /man/ drove her mad, until she had lost almost all memories of him. Including... including a child. "No," she growls, pulling her hand away to let the girl drop to the floor. Immediately however, she picks up the lamp from its stand and tosses it across the room, letting the glass shatter across the floor. She'd pick it up later if she even cared to. That time was not now, however. "Shut the %$!k up," she snarls in the girl's direction. She knew it was possible, of course it was. Chava had made beyond stupid mistakes with that man the moment they left Hogwarts around seven or eight years ago. But she... Chava never even got to see the child before she was stolen away, never to be seen again. Another frustrated shriek escapes her, this time tossing her fist through the wall, her breath heavy as she collapses against it. "I... I wanted to forget I had a child," she mutters, suddenly softer in tone.
|| The moment the woman's grip was released, Aveline fell to the ground in relief rubbing her neck. She had no idea what to say, or even if she should say something. The woman seemed to resent her father, so she wondered if the woman would resent her as well. It seemed very likely. She flinched as the woman threw a lamp against the wall, deciding very much that she should keep quiet to keep herself from joining that lamp, shattered on the ground. Another flinch when the woman shrieked, and yet again when her fist went through the wall. As she began to speak again, Aveline's eyes widened slightly as she grasped what she was saying. "And the mother of the year award goes to..." She mumbled under her breath hoping that the woman wouldn't hear her.
Chava had almost calmed down, for a moment, before she heard the girl under her breath. A single flick of her wand aimed to toss the girl across the room, while Chava never strayed from her new spot near the corner. "What the @%$k are you wanting from me? I despise kids, they have no place here." She grips at her hair, glancing about the room frantically as if looking for more answers or something that could help her. She points her wand directly back at the girl, brown eyes narrowing. "Who are you? I swear to god, if you're anything like that asshole was, Ill pick you up right now and send you straight to Damien's torture chambers." This wasn't as empty threat, either, despite the fact they usually were. To be fair, however, the girl was already displaying more of her own characteristics. Not that she cared.
|| A scream broke out of her lips as she flew across the room to slam back into the floor on the other side. She would certainly have to speak in a lower tone next time. "I wanted to meet you. that's all, I swear!" She scrambled back up, hand on her side, as she looked back at her mother. Brown eyes look up under long dark bangs, as she backed up against the wall, a small amount of fear building up. She had no idea who this Damien was, but given the fact that he apparently had a torture chamber, she was certain she didn't want to meet him. "He died a few years ago, I didn't know him long enough to get to know him."
Chava stands once more, slowly inching her way back towards the girl. Just the fact that she was /his/ daughter was enough reason for her to hate her already, along with the fact that she was a child after all. Chava hated children. Even an adopted one was a pain in the @%$, but the child linked to one of the reasons for her insanity? It took all she had not to drag her to the Dagger Manor now. "So he is dead?" she purrs, a sudden thankful light in her eyes. "Good. If he wasn't, I would've killed him myself," she laughs, before returning to a glare. "I guess you have a name, yes? You've met me now, what else do you want? I'm not the kind of 'mother' you're probably looking for," she sneers. "One wrong move and I'll take your ass to Damien's myself. He wouldn't even have to know."
|| The girl tried to flatten herself against the wall, as her mother approached. Whatever she was expecting, this certainly wasn't it. "Yes. He's dead." She flinched for the fourth time when the woman mentions that she would have killed him, had he not been dead. In truth Aveline had no real love towards the man who died when she was nearly four. She didn't know him enough for that. "Aveline." She says, standing up straight at she says her own name, "I don't want anything else. I was just curious." "She didn't want to be some random man's pathetic victim so she would certainly be doing anything she could to avoid that fate. "I can raise myself, so you don't need to worry about that, either."
Chava hovers over the girl, Aveline as she called herself, before reaching as if to grip her hair at the roots, pulling her up to meet her eyes. Not that this was very far, as painfully short as Chava was. But still, it should have the desired effect. "You're better off with him dead," she sneers, not relinquishing her grasp. "If you were just curious, if you can raise yourself, than I suggest you leave," she hisses, before shoving the girl to the door, as if already kicking her out. "I already have enough problems to deal with. If you stayed you'd only be introduced to a life of blood, pain, and so much torture. You'd be dead in a night, /princess/," she snarls lowly, and that she meant. Chava had no use for a child.
|| The woman certainly wanted her gone, but Aveline wasn't about to give up just yet. While she certainly didn't want nor expect to live with her mother, she certainly wanted to get to know the woman, despite her violent, and quite possibly delirious habits. She stood up as tall as she could, which wasn't very tall, to be honest, before shaking her head. "I was curious, and I want to get to know you." she quirked a corner of her lips as she continued to speak, "That's typically what meeting entails after all." She knew she wasn't in the best position at the moment, but still, she couldn't help but make that remark. "I'd also hardly be dead." "She smirked at this, before saying, "I know my way around a bow."
Chava sneers, releasing the girl and moving to the kitchen. "Of course you know your way with a bow. Of fucking course," she mocks, with something like a maniac giggle. She hated already that little piece of her first lover that Aveline brought with her, and would be sure to put this to the test, if she could. She wanted to stay a little? Fine. Chava knew she would end up regretting it soon enough. "You want to stay, princess? Alright, but there are a few conditions." A smirk creeps up on her lips, vile and malicious. None of her plans were ever really great lately, but that didn't stop her from making this one. "You stay in this house unless I say so. A majority of the time I'll probably be over at the Dagger Manor." Chava pauses, before remembering to fill the girl in a little. "Damien is my boyfriend, and trust me when I say he will not hesitate to kill you if I say it's okay," she grins, speaking truthfully. "Stay here unless I need you. You'll be my... training buddy, let's say," she laughs. "My little secret weapon."
Aveline wasn't expecting to stay with her mother, but if that was the price to pay for getting to know the woman, she would pay that price. She gave a short nod, as if already accepting the conditions though instantly comes to regret it."Dagger Manor?" Whatever that place was, Aveline wanted nothing to do with it, "Sounds /pleasant/." Aveline winced at the thought of her mother's boytoy, named such for the man's apparent willingness to follow orders. When it came to killing at the least. Another reason he never wanted to meet the man. Though what was worse in her opinion was the idea that she would be used as a 'training buddy' for the woman. That didn't sound like anything she would look forward to, "Fine."
