A/N: I've noticed there aren't really that many Dahlia fanfics, and since I enjoy reading them, I decided to write one for myself. Since it's my first, it's not brilliant but it's not awful either [at least, I don't think it is... *nervous wreck alert*]. I hope you enjoy~! I really don't mind too much, but I would appreciate any reviews and criticism.
As she flicked her silky red hair, a smirk planted itself on her face. There was no way the fool could do anything now. Her plan, it was perfect, and now that all the obstacles had been cleared there was nothing in her way anymore… at least, that was what it seemed like. Little did she know that the ride had just begun - for Dahlia Hawthorne very unfortunately overlooked a little bump in the road – one that could mean her downfall.
Her smirk immediately transformed into a scowl when the nuisance holding the coffee mug opened his mouth. I'll get him later, she silently thought. And she would get him one day, as Dahlia never forgets those who wrong her in even the slightest little way. She would hold the grudge to her grave and beyond, no matter what. His name and face would join the ever-growing list burned into her memory… Morgan Fey, Iris Hawthorne, Valerie Hawthorne, and now, Diego Armando. Her scowl only increased in passion as Miss Fey's confidence redrew itself, ready to point her little finger and all the accusations that followed it towards her direction again… All thanks to that bastard… oh, if he wasn't here...
But, just as she started to burn up in anger, the devil seemed to manage to cut her fury short by being on her side, as usual...
Terry Fawles… they were going to call that excuse for a man to the stand? It was almost like a bad joke. Dahlia had to bite down viciously on her lip to hide her content – she felt like she was about to burst out in laughter any second now.
The fool took the stand, his eyes filling with bitter and betrayed tears, tears filled with the feelings Dahlia's life was forged from. His mind and mouth started begging her to tell her the truth, but his heart clearly wished for twisted lies instead. It was pathetic, however, it was clear she had no choice; this whimpering man was her only way out… so she decided to answer his questions with a soft, gentle and melodic voice.
"I think you know the truth already…" Dahlia turned her head around, destroying the dark aura surrounding her thoughts with a gentle smile. "But just remember, my life lies in your hands…"
That was all it took to break him, to shatter any hope he had left. The smirk planted itself again and with that, Dahlia Hawthorne left the witness stand, waiting gleefully for the man's testimony, one that would secure her freedom…
As she made her exit from the courtroom, her eyes met the grief-stricken attorney's. Neither said anything. Neither had to.
Six years later, Dahlia Hawthorne found herself in a similar courtroom, with the same defence attorney in her way… brown eyes that shone with determination, flowing dark hair, there was no mistaking her, as Dahlia remembered her well and nothing had changed from last time. Except the fact that it appeared she would not be able to escape with her life free this time. In fact, she was not going to escape with a life at all.