Terrifying
"But it's not love that keeps me hear, and it's not what you want to hear."
"Looks like someone's getting some overtime," Rabastan chuckled to himself as he rolled the mop bucket over to the pool of blood.
It was the day after their wedding, and Rodolphus had come downstairs to discover that Bellatrix had left a fairly unusual surprise in the middle of the Lestrange Manor. In her inebriated state the night before, she had pulled out her knife and murdered the poor delivery boy who had brought them the Chow Mein noodles that she had so desperately wanted, leaving a hot mess for Rabastan to clean up the next morning.
Rodolphus burrowed his face in his hands at the sight of the mess, thinking of his wife, who was sleeping several floors above him.
He had been married to his childhood sweetheart for less than twenty four hours, and he was already terrified of this woman.
A few hours later, he was sitting on the plush velvet loveseat in the corner of the lounge, with a stiff brandy in one hand. Rabastan was long gone to dispose of the body that Bellatrix had created, and nothing remained but a dark stain on the vintage carpet.
Bellatrix appeared in the doorway, staring over at her new husband, in a charcoal black camisole. She offered him a dark, calculating look, with her heavy-lidded eyes.
"Hey, baby," she purred, her sultry voice sending jolts of pleasure straight to Rodolphus's groin, and causing him to automatically forget the problem that she'd created the night before. "Why don't you come back up to bed?"
AN:
- Written for Year One/Charms Class for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry Challenge on the HPFC.
- Word Count: 291
- Prompts Used: (character) Bellatrix, (opening sentence), (word) Knife, (adjective) Calculating, (colour) Charcoal, (word) Baby
