Don't E V E R Look B A C K [ANGEL!]

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

sometimes seyton hated his job... he loved helping other people out, yeah, but when a situation came around that he just couldn't do anything about, well, then he was stuck. completely stuck. he had a petrified boy lying in the far corner of the hospital wing, unaware of anything in the world around him, and seyton could do nothing. he wasn't used to this... there was little that medical magic couldn't at least help, if not cure with time. but he was completely helpless with the weasley boy. no spells or potions could help him, at least not until closer to the end of the year. until then all he could do was ritualistically walk by the teen's bed every half hour or hour, praying for some sort of miraculous change and never getting any. the boy's family visited almost as regularly (or perhaps that was an exaggeration). particularly a little red head, obviously lily potter, would come to sit hours by fred's side. sey had to wonder how long her routine would last before she gave up, at least until closer to the time he could be revived.

at least the attack had given seyton plenty to focus on and think about that wasn't related to his own life or the people he cared about. the rush of people coming in and out of the infirmary, ministry officials and family members alike, had finally seemed to slow down, but for a while things had been more than hectic. everyone wanted to know what had happened to the boy, who had caused it, and sey couldn't provide the answers any more than the questioners could. the most he could say was that they'd know the answer in a few months, and until then he was going to make sure nothing further happened to the weasley. not that he thought anyone would try to harm him further, but you never knew... petrification was a serious offense, and odds were the boy had seen his attacker. if they didn't want to be identified they had a few months of him being helpless to protect himself... but of course there would always be someone in the hospital wing with him. most likely seyton because he was the head nurse, but even when he stepped out for a bit he'd make sure there was another nurse on duty.

currently he was, for the first in what seemed like a year, relaxing along in his office. 'relaxing' being the term used for doing even more paperwork and reading. he honestly preferred this to sitting around and doing nothing but thinking... at least this kept him busy. anyone who knew seyton in recent years knew that he much preferred to be busy than to be left completely to his own devices. he sat behind the huge desk in his office, the circular one that looked like a dead end if you didn't know how to get to his private rooms behind one of the taller paintings. the door to his office was closed as he bent over the desk, quill in his hand, scratching notes on the papers spread across his desk. his mind was, for once, focused on nothing but his work. it was probably the most peaceful the werewolf had been in months.

that was, until there was a knock at his door.

"just a moment," sey instinctively called, placing his quill down. he clustered the papers spread across his desk together, stacking them in a neat pile to make them appear neater, and walked to the door, swung it open, and froze. the surprise on his face was clearly visible when he saw the last person he would have expected standing there. "ange-" no, he had to remember that she didn't like that name... not any more. "georgina... come in?" the words were meant as an offer, but ended up more of a question as he stepped back, holding the door open and gesturing to one of the two comfortable chairs in front of his desk if she wanted to take it.

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[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

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[/color]” she managed to choke out. Still afraid to say what she needed to say.

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

seyton would have expected fenrir greyback showing up in the hospital wing to see him sooner than he would have expected to see his ex girlfriend/one night stand. at least fenrir probably wanted something from him, even if that 'something' had a very good chance of just being seyton rotting in the ground. angel... she wanted nothing from him. she'd kicked him out of her home wtihout a second thought, crushed him for the second time and left him completely numb once again with a surprising effect of deja vu. so what the hell was she doing, showing up at his door this time? he should turn her away. close the door in her face, return to his paperwork, forget she ever showed up... but of course he wouldn't. he didn't. he let her in to his office, moving around to the opposite side of his desk with stiff awkward movements, unsure of what to do with himself in her presence now.

it had once been so easy to be around her... he could do whatever he wanted and not worry about what she would think of him or how she would react to his antics. things had been so easy going between them. of course, that had been a stupid teenage romance... naive on all sides. ruined forever. the nurse turned back to face her once he was on the opposite side of the desk, but didn't sit down. his hands pressed against the top of his desk in loose fists, his knuckles rolling against the smooth surface, the feel of it giving him something else to focus on than letting his mind wander again to the day a few before christmas.

she wasn't sitting down... which told him she didn't intend to stay long. at least, that was hat he assumed. or else she coud be nervous... which again, was plausible. after all, she was in a small room with a werewolf, and she knew firsthand what damage werewolves were capable of if they decided to do so. yeah, she was probably nervous. the nurse sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at her, waiting for something to be said. he wasn't going to force her to sit down, but it made him uneasy when she was so on edge... not that she should really care about how he felt.

“i have something i need to tell you…” of course she did. no meeting between them could just be a simple meet and greet. but she'd have to have something really important to say to come all this way... to encounter him at all, so he tried to relax and hopefully help her relax. if he could pretend that the night they'd spent together hadn't occurred, it was easier to act normal around her. then he had nothing to go off of to prove her hatred of him than a memory almost seven years old. "what's the matter?"

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[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

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[/color]” she said quietly as she looked down at the ground afraid to see the look on his face. Afraid to see whatever he decided to do about it. Afraid, that perhaps everything will go wrong… Could she raise a child with the man she used to love?
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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

seyton wasn't sure what possible reason she could have for being here. after all, none of their meetings previously since she woke up in st. mungo's had implied anything that might make her come back to him. all of their meetings since had ended awkwardly, badly even, and he was always the one seeking her out because he just couldn't seem to let go of the teenage romance that had felt like so much more to him. especially their last meeting... it had ended in ruin, seyton didn't see why she would be searching him out again. he'd laid his thoughts and feelings out on the table, she had heard, reacted, and then shot him down. end of story. that should be all... she'd move on with her life and he'd focus his attentions on his job and his siblings. they never needed to think of each other again (though in seyton's case he knew that such an idea was futile). so why had she shown up?

he was very much aware of the awkward silence when he asked his question, and it didn't help his nerves much. she should know what she needed to say... you didn't show up at your ex's place without a reason and a set course of action, right? at least, you shouldn't. but maybe she was just as he had been before christmas, too nervous to finally say whatever was on her mind to begin right off the bat. still, he couldn't think of what could possibly have her so speechless... “seyton…. i’m…. i’m pregnant…” oh. well, that's a good reason. a small voice in seyton's head said, and then the words decided to sink in, and the wolf was left in a similar state of frozen terror to what angel might have been feeling when she found.

he stared, eyes darting to her stomach, not a trace of the bump soon to be there... of course not, they'd only been together roughly a month and a half earlier. maybe a baby bump would have made the news be accepted easier, but as it was the nurse was stunned. terrified- no, horrified. this was a bad dream. this was a nightmare. maybe fenrir had actually killed him, and this was hell. it just... it could be anything but the truth. anything but the truth. he could not be a father. he just... couldn't. he couldn't have done this to angel, he couldn't raise a child... it was impossible for him.

he swallowed; wetting his throat so that, hopefully, when he could find his voice it would not come out as a hoarse appalled whisper. “angel…” he’d failed. his horror was obvious in every syllable of that one word, however softly it had been spoken. closing his eyes the werewolf took a deep breath, then another, and opened them to look at her as he tried again, “angel… please- please tell me…” why did his voice fail him again? wait, was he even saying those words aloud? he must be, but then why did it feel like he was watching this scenario from somewhere else, as though he wasn’t really connected to his body right now? maybe it was a dream. well, no, it wouldn’t be a dream, it would be far better classified as a nightmare. oh god, let it be a nightmare. “tell me that you’ve been with someone else. tell me… tell me that that wizard, or muggle, is the father. tell me that this is your way of saying that i need to leave you alone for the rest of our lives because you have someone new, and i swear to god i won’t question it. i’ll never go within three miles of you ever again. please.”

he didn’t realize how cold his words might sound to her ears. how harsh, uninterested, and downright cruel he might seem to be. as though he were pushing her away and abandoning her when she needed him, not taking responsibilities to his actions that would probably ruin her life for yet a second time because of him. how many times had he cursed his father’s name, hating him for so many things, greatly including his blood among them? he hated himself for being a monster, for the transformations each full moon, for the blood lust, for the impossible anger that he had to fight with every fibre of his being to control when it showed… he couldn’t inflict that on an innocent child himself. fenrir greyback might not have had much of a conscience- scratch that, any of a conscious when it came to offspring, but seyton was far different. he loved children, sure, but maybe that was part of the reason why he always felt so protective towards his little siblings. he could not have kids of his own, knowing what he’d be putting them through, so he transferred his paternal instincts towards his little siblings. when he was young he'd wanted a child, but not since he realized what burden that would be putting on his offspring... they'd hate him.

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[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] All the pain I thought I knew All the thoughts lead back to you, Back to what was never said, Back and forth inside my head, I can't handle this confusion, I'm unable; come and take me away - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “angel…” his voice was barely audible, but Georgina could hear him call her the name he used to call her so long ago. She looked up at him seeing the fear that had stricken his face, the one thing that she was afraid that would happen. “angel… please- please tell me…” Silence fell between the two of them, and fear was starting to well up inside of Georgina. She had a feeling she knew what was going to happen next and she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like it. Did she really think that there was a chance that Seyton would be there for her when she told him she was pregnant? It was her own fault, she knew it. She shouldn’t have kicked him out that fateful day in December. Perhaps this was God’s way of telling her that she made a huge mistake, she wasn’t sure and she wished it really wasn’t happening this way. “tell me that you’ve been with someone else. tell me… tell me that that wizard, or muggle, is the father. tell me that this is your way of saying that i need to leave you alone for the rest of our lives because you have someone new, and i swear to god i won’t question it. i’ll never go within three miles of you ever again. please.” and cue arrow right through both hers and her baby’s heart. He hoped that it was someone else and didn’t even want to be within three miles of her or her baby. What was she to do now? She couldn’t raise the baby on her own could she? She knew she had a few close friends like Benji, Sammy and Raina that would be there for her… But she knew what her baby would really need was his or hers real father, not those that would be close to the family… “I see… I understand…

[/color]” she started off, quivering slightly as she tried to hold back her tears. “I’ll raise the child on my own then… there’s no doubt that you’re the father…[/color]” she couldn’t continue, no she couldn’t. She needed to leave before she would burst into tears. It was too much to hold them back.

“I’ll never bother you again Seyton,[/color]” and with that she turned and headed out the door as fast as she could. Once she was sure she was far enough away, she bursted into tears, trying her best to make her way to the nearest room with a fireplace. She found an empty classroom that had one and pulled out her wand, quickly casting a spell for a fire before digging in her pocket for some floo powder. Tossing it in and watching the flames turn green before stepping in and calling out for it to take her home, and then she was gone…
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