Post by Alina Marionette Jacobs on Aug 15, 2010 17:38:11 GMT -5
The gardens of the Malfoy Manor were oddly tranquil and deserted that evening, save for the peacocks and Alina Jacobs. She herself enjoyed the overall quiet of all of this, it gave her time to think.
The signs of pregnancy were becoming a little more obvious, since now it was a few months after she found out. Most of the Death Eaters knew by now; Zakhaiev even had the nerve to suggest a store with larger clothing. It was true, she had to adjust her wardrobe to the now unnoticeable baby bump, and it would only get worse from now on. Still, some part of her felt - and there was no way she'd admit this in public, of course - happy.
Motherhood had been stolen from her when her life and her son Ryan's life were in danger, which forced her the decision of sending her son away to relatives. It pained her, of course, but she knew it was for the better.
That was nearly ten years ago. He would have no memory of the mother who sacrificed so much on his behalf...
The subject was still a tender one.
But now, things seemed different. Maybe she could have a chance again...
Xavier, the father, was obviously not mentally stable enough to raise a child. She would have to do this on her own, which was what she expected, after all.
But Xanthe...
Alina's teeth gritted at the thought of Xavier's twin sister, the one sole person she hated more than anything in this world. The one who was fully responsible for the death of two of her siblings, and the one whom Alina had stolen the life of her lover, Darien Wakefield, right in her arms as a final act of ultimate revenge.
So why did she feel Xanthe should know about her new nephew or niece? It wasn't like she could turn to her sister Bethany - that blood traitor was too much of a drunk to handle her own children. It would only spark anger, that much she knew. Her insides twisted as she remembered the pain that she had caused Xavier...
But the immunity was also a plus. As wretched as the two enemies were, there was one difference - Xanthe had morals, and killing a pregnant mother would conflict against her conscience.
But on the chance that Xanthe did try to harm the child and her...
The young mother hadn't realized she was sobbing until she looked down at her reflection on the fountain pool.
"Curse my tears..." she choked out, grabbing a shedded peacock feather that lie a short distance away from her. She angrily started to rip it apart in her hands, finding the destructive behavior theraputic.
Hopefully, Xanthe didn't think the same in stress relief.[/size]