She Will Pay {Damara}

[Angela Merciano S7]

Damara Hemingway was going to die a horrible painful and merciless death one of these days. Angela would see to it that this happened. Then, after that anorexic giant had been taken care of, Angela would be sure to take care of the rest of that filthy rotten sorry excuse for a family. Of course, Angela had always had dreams about one day causing the inevitable extinction of the Hemingway and eventually the Entourage, but it had been just recently that those dreams became ever more enticing to her. Those creatures could mess with many things, but they couldn’t mess with family. Angela didn’t care if they stole Merciano money, property, or even business turf; but the second family became involved, things got personal. Angela would hang that sorry miserable twig and if she was lucky, she’d be able to get in a few good hexes before the professors came running to the scene. She did not deserve to live on this earth and she definitely didn’t deserve to attend Hogwarts school. Her family held absolutely no claim to the business turf they fought so hard over, so they should just stop trying to win it back already. The Cavalieri did not intrude or steal. They worked hard to get the business and the money they earned, so the Entourage had no right to claim their ownership of British land and goods.

But of course, since Angela wasn’t a full member of the Cavalieri yet, things like business turfs and other money related issues weren’t of a great importance to her yet. This was a main problem that occurred with the Merciano children—especially Angela. Money was the least of her problems. She already had an inheritance that was made up of billions and billions of galleons, so it didn’t matter to her that the Hemingways managed to steal a very wealthy client from the Mercianos. What mattered to her was family, and that Hemingway witch and her mother had taken away one of the most important things in the world to Angela. They had taken her mother. Mrs. Merciano had been missing for quite a long time now, and there was no question as to who was responsible for the kidnapping. Only God and the Hemingways knew where she was now, and if she wasn’t going to get her answers from the big guy upstairs, she was going to get them from Damara Hemingway. Of course, Angela didn’t bother keeping her cool and teasing that wretched thing now, for she had messed with family and Angela was far beyond the point of teasing. Angela was sitting with her sister and other future Cavalieri on the Hogwarts Express, fuming over the recent letter from her grandfather. There had been no word yet on her mother’s disappearance, and Angela wasn’t taking the lack of news very well. Angela’s fists were clenched tight and she did not say a word, though everyone knew what she was thinking. Angela heard laughter from the compartment just beside theirs. That one was the Entourage compartment. They had probably purposely settled themselves into the compartment so close by to get on the Merciano’s nerves even more so than they usually did.

Angela twitched and snarled at every bit of laughter she heard. This one had obviously come from none other than Damara Hemingway. It was her voice that finally made Angela blow her fuse. “That’s it. me voy.” Angela snarled, standing up and readying herself to confront her literal natural born enemy. Angela’s little sister Isabella stepped in her way, though the others cheered for her to go. “Angela, starting trouble on the train isn’t going to help us get Mami back. Just calm down okay?” Angela merely rolled her eyes. Her little sister was a third year, and a Ravenclaw. She had always been the sensible one of the two. “Bella, you can’t expect me to sit here.” Angela protested, making her sister roll her eyes. “Fine. But at least let me—“ Angela shook her head, stopping her sister’s sentence. She already knew what she was going to say. “No Bella. You’re not coming. This is between me and that thing.” Angela snarled through gritted teeth and with that, Angela stormed out of the ‘Cavalieri Compartment.’ Damara Hemingway would pay for whatever her family did to Angela’s mother. Of course, she’d rather take out her mother’s actual kidnapper, but at the moment Angela didn’t exactly know who that was, so Damara Hemingway was the next best thing.

Angela stormed into the compartment that was occupied by the two Hemingways and two others. It hadn’t been as full as Angela had thought it to be. The four were laughing and chatting rather loudly and rudely. However, with Angela’s appearance, they all silenced, staring Angela down. Some were scared, but some were eager to see the fight. Chances were, they’d already heard about what their filth Entourage leaders had done to Angela’s mother. “You have five seconds to tell me everything you know about my mother’s disappearance, Hemingway.” Angela growled angrily in a low murderous tone. Her tongue stung with venom at the words ‘Hemingway’. The words were too vile to be spoken on Angela’s pure lips. “Start talking.” She growled, her wand pointed dead on at Damara Hemingway’s nose. Seconds later, both her sister and the numerous other future Cavalieri members had appeared behind her, their wands pointed at the noses of each of the others in the compartment. If any of them made a move, Angela would fire.

[Damara Hemingway S6]

“Move imbecile.” Damara grumbled as she shoved a first year out of the way. “Hey..” The student started to protest, but Damara simply turned her head and pulled out her wand, pointing it straight at the little boy’s face. “Yes?” She asked in her signature innocent voice. The little boy sniffed. “Nothing miss.” He finally said after a few seconds of shaking. “Okay, cutie.” She said in that almost nauseating sweet voice before flicking her wand once. The boy flinched and ran down the hall. Damara snickered as her crew howled in laughter. Simple green sparks left her wand, a trick she learned the day she received that very wand. Oh well. The little rascal didn’t need to know it was a charm and not a curse. “Come on.” Damara ushered the group to a carriage. It was directly beside the one she knew the Merciano’s were sitting in. She had listened in on some of Angela’s conversations earlier. Actually, she had asked one of the younger Entourage hopefuls to do it, but whatever. Damara led the group into the carriage. She of course was the leader of the Hogwarts gang of future Entourage members. Damara didn’t make it a habit of having friends mainly because of the trust issue and she didn’t want to be bothered. But these students were worthy. Of course her little brother Vincent was in the group. He had to learn the ropes of course even if he wasn’t completely filled in on all the illegal activities yet. One other was a seventh year boy, Trent North and the other was his younger fifth year sister, Brinkley. The rest of the hopefuls were in the carriage on the other side of the future Cavalieris, just in case. Damara eyed the three around her. One day the four of them would be Entourage members and the world would never be the same. Oh and Angela Merciano would finally die.

“Poor little boy probably wet his pants.” Brinkley said in a laughing fit. Damara smiled slightly as the others laughed loudly. “He’ll be okay in a year or two.” Damara said with a smirk on her face. “Now that he has learned his place, he will not make the same mistake again. Consider him and his little friends puppy trained.” This was a term the pre-Entourage group used to describe the little nothings that ran around the school, which included basically everyone. Not the pre-Cavalieris though. They weren’t nothings. No, they were the enemy. Their parents were the ones that killed Damara’s father. And for that, they would pay. The students considered puppy trained were the ones that would not bother Damara and her group because they had endured their pain, also known as their ‘training’. Damara of course had come up with the saying for the students. It was one her group used quite a bit. “So what do you think they’re doing in their?” Vincent asked. Damara smirked. “Talking about us of course. It seems like that is all the ever do. Shouldn’t they be..studying or something?” Smooth. Vincent of course didn’t know much about his extended family. He knew they were close and that he should respect them. He knew of the century long feud with the Mercianos. It wouldn’t be long before Vincent knew the truth though and shortly after that he would make the vow and finally enter the Entourage.

Damara yawned and eyed the window not bothering to attempt to listen to what the future Cavalieris were saying. The crew in the other carriage were taking care of that. They were excellent at spying. In fact, Luciana already had specific jobs in mind for each one of them come graduation. Damara eyed Brinkley and Trent. Luciana had always considered the two family; their father was an influential Entourage member and their mother gave Luciana great strategy advice. Damara’s mother loved to tell her daughter how great of a husband Trent would make. And he would be a great husband, but not for Damara. Trent was too tame, too calm. He was set on becoming an Entourage member and Damara respected that of course but the boy wasn’t passionate enough for Damara’s taste. As for Brinkley, Damara always wanted a sister. The girl was like Damara in many ways. She was determined with a sharp mind; she also had fiery red hair about the shade of Damara’s. Brinkley had a bit of a sweet side as well that could hurt her in a fight, but she was so determined that she would probably win anyways especially against an idiotic Cavalieri member. Brinkley would be an amazing wife one day for Vincent even if she was a year old; he needed that. Damara smiled slyly. These were the only people she could trust in the whole school. Damara respected the other half of the crew, but they didn’t have enough wit to be let in on the few secrets Brinkley and Trent knew. One day they would though. One day all of Damara’s crew would fall in place in the Entourage and when that happened, the Cavalieri Gang would be finished once and for all.

Brinkley went on to talk about one insufferable wanna be Cavalieri member and how her jinxes had caused him to proclaim his love for Professor McGonagall to her face. It was an immature prank, but Damara respected Brinkley devotion to the group even if she wished the girl she thought of as her sister would act more mature. Damara laughed with the others until someone entered the carriage. Her presence instantly ended all of the chatter. Damara and Trent jumped to their feet instantly. Trent had managed to grab his wand on the hop up. Damara didn’t bother. Demon wouldn’t strike now. She would be caught if she did. She could threaten all she wanted to, but Damara knew that her threats were nothing more than empty words. Brinkley and Vincent eyed Angela with demented, open eyes. Brinkley slowly pulled her wand out while Vincent sat in shock. The others were on edged but Damara looked completely relaxed. “Why hello demon. Nice of you to drop in. Those etiquette lessons are kicking in quite nicely.” It was amazing how Damara’s sarcasm sounded complete sincere. Damara scoffed. “Only five? I demand to have my lawyer present.” Again, perfectly sincere. For a moment Damara swore she heard Brinkley snicker, but it faded too quickly.

“Your mother disappeared? Well I’m really not surprised after. I mean, there are only so many years of disappointment a woman can take before it gets old.” She said was the innocent look on her face. Oh Damara could tell Angela exactly where her mother was. It had been all too easy for the Entourage to kidnap her mother even with all the security around her. So easy in fact, the Cavalieris weren’t even sure if the Entourage kidnapped her; the other half of Damara’s group had found that bit of information out. Damara eyed Angela’s pathetic crew filing in behind her. It was only moments later that the other half of Damara’s crew appeared behind Angela and her little minions. The Cavalieri’s were completely boxed in, but they had more wand power then the Damara’s crew. So, really everything was about even if a fight was to partake; they both had advantages they could use. Damara knew exactly where the demon’s mother was. In fact, she had seen her once after the kidnapping. She and an older Entourage member went to check-up on her. Damara felt a sense of pride in knowing the truth. She knew more about the Entourage than Angela even knew. Angela had previously claimed that Damara wasn’t allowed to do the fun stuff. Damara didn’t felt the need to witness someone’s life being taken for the moment, but she was always involved with the capture of Cavalieri members. In fact, this particular kidnapping had been extremely satisfying for her. Angela’s father killed Damara’s father. Did they really think the favor would never be returned? Damara sneered to Angela. “I’m sure wherever your mother is, she isn’t thinking of you.” This was truer than Angela knew. Damara smirked and eyed Angela with her cold, blue eyes waiting for someone to strike or the tension to increase.

[Angela Merciano S7]

Angela was furious. No, she was beyond the point of fury. She knew that not much could be done here in the train. Eager students had already filed out of their individual compartments to see what all the fuss was about. Angela had already made the horrible mistake of making too much of a scene, but she couldn’t help it. Angela could tell from that knowing smirk on that creature’s face that she knew something she wasn’t saying. Angela would have loved to torture the words out of her, to see her beg for mercy as she squirmed with terror and pain. But she couldn’t. Not here while there must have been just about twenty future gang members crowded around just one compartment. It wouldn’t be long before the professors on the train noticed what was going on and came to break up the potential fight. Everyone in school pretty much knew what was going on between the Mercianos and the Hemingways. They all had their rumors, and many of them were false. Some knew though. Some of those with pureblood parents had already heard stories about overhearing conversations about drug deals and people who needed to be ‘taken care of’. The kids didn’t have much on them other than the feud though, because both sides of the ancient fight were very careful with their words when around the public eye. There was a reason these two very important families had gone through decades of doing various illegal activities without ever being caught by the muggle or magical police. Sure a few of Angela’s extended family were rotting away in jail right now, but that was the unfortunate price they had to pay for being careless with what they did. It was a general rule that went with the Cavalieri vows that even if you got caught, you weren’t permitted to tell a soul about anyone else involved.

Angela noticed that her “family” was already pretty much boxed in. Of course, the important ones inside the carriage all had wands in their face and while some of them managed to break their own wands out, Bella had managed to yank the young redhead’s wand out of her hand. She handed it to Angela who broke the wand clean in half with only one hand. She threw it on the floor while keeping a steady wand on Damara Hemingway. She had a lot of rage, and if she couldn’t take it out on one of the Entourage, she’d take it out on that insignificant little wand. The older boy had been smarter however, and no one was able to pry his wand away from his hand. Angela snarled as more pre-Entourage members appeared from behind her. Angela did a quick mental count of those present. Even through her intense rage, Angela didn’t act stupid. She knew that even though she specifically requested to go alone, her gang of followers would do their job and protect their leader. Even though Nico was older, it had always been the girls who were in charge of all the pre-Cavalieri at Hogwarts. Back before Gabriella got married and went soft, she was the leader. Once she left, Angela took over. She wasn’t sure if Bella was yet strong enough to take over when Angela graduated, but she was sure her little sister would do her family proud.

“You have no right to talk about my mother that way, creature. I know you know where she is and I demand you tell me what you did to her. Now I’ll ask nicely this time. Tell me what happened to my mother.” Angela didn’t glance around at what was going on, she already knew the numbers. There were about eight Cavalieri, counting Angela and her sister. Three of them had their wands on the kids inside the carriage, which left just about three more to take care of the five Entourage members who had emerged from the carriage on the other end of the Merciano’s. Angela already knew everything about all the future enemies, but right now they didn’t stand a chance against Angela’s men. Other than little Bella, all the other Cavalieri were all at least fifth years. The others would be coming to Hogwarts either next year or the year after. Those little Entourage wannabe’s couldn’t be any older than Bella was. They didn’t stand a chance. Kendra Ramirez, a Spanish Ravenclaw in Angela’s year was firing playful sparks in front of the young Hemingway’s face, making him flinch just a bit. The sparks were hot, but they wouldn’t cause any major damage. They couldn’t. There were too many people around.

Meanwhile, Angela tried desperately not to let Damara’s words get to her. What on earth had they done to her? Angela doubted they would have killed her. That would be too easy. They wanted to cause the Merciano family the deepest form of pain possible, and even with torture, that wouldn’t have been enough to really get back at the Cavalieri for all that they did. Angela knew the Entourage. Their hatred for the Cavalieri was much the same as Angela’s hatred for all things Hemingway. It was unconditional. Angela knew if she had Damara’s mother in her custody, she wouldn’t just kill her. She’d keep her around, just for added effect. She’d put her somewhere she knew the Entourage would never find her. The Hemingways had obviously done something similar. “Just because you’re so used to such a cold heartless mother doesn’t mean ours is the same, Hemingway. I’m sure having your mother run out on you would be normal, but when it happens in my family, that means something is up. Now, I gave you far more than five seconds you rotten piece of dirt. If you don’t tell me exactly where my mother is, you will be sorry. You mark my words.” Angela said, her voice just as low and deadly as ever. It was almost as if Angela was emitting actual ice into the air with every cold word she spoke and every icy glare she sent in her enemy’s way.

[Damara Hemingway S6]

Damara could feel the blood boil in her veins, the fire building up inside of her. Damara was rarely good with hiding her emotions. Her rage could immediately be expected. Why the hell was demon doing this now? She never knew when to keep to herself. Damara stayed out of Angela’s way, Angela stayed out of Damara’s way. For years that was the unspoken deal but not lately. Angela was interfering too much. First with Aviva Morgan. Damara had a total grasp on the situation and Angela went and made Damara’s head nearly explode. And now this. What the bloody hell brought this up? Gabriella had been missing for months and Angela decided to confront Damara now? What did she expect, a map to her mother’s location? Fair was fair. Angela’s father murdered Damara’s and this had not been forgotten nor would it ever be. Angela Merciano had to get over the fact that Gabriella Merciano was never coming back to her. And if demon would not accept this on her own, then Damara would have to push her to the realization.

The Cavalieris were invading on Entourage territory right now. They had crossed a major line. After a second of unyielding stubbornness, Damara let the fire die down inside of her and yielded over to the calm. Her face was perfectly plain now. Showing only the emotion of being frustrated by Angela and her pathetic posy. Angela had made enough of a scene; she couldn’t really do anything more with the situation and she knew that. A demented and comforting smile appeared across Damara’s face. Brinkley snarled as the younger Merciano grabbed her wand out of nowhere and Angela snapped it in half. Angela was not playing around nor was Damara. Damara was not to be underestimated. Surely demon knew that. “It’s okay Brinkley. There will be another one waiting for you when you get home.” She said to loudly. Future members nodded knowing they would have to send this request to the Entourage at once. The wand might not be as powerful as her original, but Brinkley was an extremely talent witch even if she was a tad slow. “Should we cry now?” Damara asked raising an eyebrow. Really what did Angela expect? Trent was enraged but knew he couldn’t act on it. Instead one of the pre Entourage members sneezed loudly for diversion. “Protego!” He commanded. The shield charm immediately defended the four giving Damara time to get her own wand out even if she didn’t need it. The charm was merely a precaution. Plus the charm gave Trent the time to do something constructive and not kill Angela. It wasn’t the time for that yet nor was it his place. Damara would kill Angela herself after graduation and it wouldn’t be from a stupid killing curse. That was too easy.

“I have no right?” Damara laughed. “Have you forgotten that your father killed my father, demon?” Damara wasn’t angry. Angela could not say anything else to anger her. Damara could talk about it herself. “I cannot talk about your mother but you can talk about my father? What are you, five?” She said raising an eyebrow. The girl really did act like it most of the time. Angela was the one who was always causing conflict. Damara only responded when Angela said something. Damara hated demon and she would be killed, but Damara was much better at the whole situation even if her anger could get the best of her at times, but not now. “I have no idea what you’re talking about and according to you I never get to do, what did you say..’the fun stuff’. So are you contradicting yourself now, then?” She was. Angela rarely thought about what she was saying and really she always looked like a frilly idiot. Angela and Damara had similar personalities even if they would never admit it. But Angela was more upfront and more vocal and known. Damara was the silent but lethal type that was obviously broken but very much strong. She loved it when people underestimated her strength because they always lost the battle. There was nothing Angela could do to get the information. She would have to kill her first.

Of course the Cavalieri members were fighting dirty but Damara would figure her own way out. She would never stoop to their inferior level. “My mother is my business and unlike you and your mother, I intend to keep it that way.” Damara looked at Trent’s charm that shown no sign of yielding. “You can’t hurt us Merciano and you will never get the information you are looking for. So go home like a good little girl and move on with your silly little life. I’ll tell you how it will go, you will get married, pretend to be in charge of your family but really have no power, and then I’ll kill you.” Her face was blank. It was the darkest expression Damara had and it was completely real. She even saw a Cavalieri girl flinch. Damara snickered loudly. The five members were steady ready to hex the others if necessary. They were not about to get their wands snatched away nor were they about to be cursed. “I say you have about five seconds before a prefect runs along and tells a professor. And since this is entirely your doing and dozens of students in the hall,” Damara emphasized the words as she glared to the lookers-on. “have witness your stupidity, I suggest you and your little goblins scatter. Because I wouldn’t want you expelled. Then I would never have my revenge.” Another blank look and another flinch. Damara looked to demon. The ball was in her court but she would lose. Nothing more could be done.