"but the thing is, bellatrix, even angels fall."
Bellatrix was beautiful.
She was a pale little girl, with skin as white as snow, long curls as black as night, and lips as red as blood. She could pass as Snow White if she wanted to.
(No, she never could. She was a Black, after all.
And black is as far from white as anything can be.)
Bellatrix was crazed, but still beautiful.
Her skin was sooty, almost as black as her raven colored, bird's nest hair. Her lips were chapped, frozen-but when she bit it, the blood returned.
She had been in Azkaban-for how long now? She was sent here for torturing some annoying people-Frank and Alice, wasn't it?
She didn't really remember, Ever day was the same in the prison-dreary and cold and dark...
(But Bella thrives in the dark.)
She had remained strong though, and would continue. As others died around her, she seemed to gain more strength.
(Bella loves the thump she hears as another one of her neighbors passes on, the hysterical moans of pain, the smell of the blood.)
Bellatrix was dangling above a cliff. Every time the wind blew, she slipped a little more into the treacherous canyon below.
She hung onto a rope; her Master.
He was the only one that would hold her, keep her steady. He was the only thing that kept her from slipping into the dangerous madness.
(Or maybe Bellatrix was already long gone; a lost cause.
Maybe she had gone insane long ago.)
Bellatrix was beautiful, running towards happiness, her midnight hair flying behind her and her porcelain skin glowing in the moonlight.
She was finally out of Azkaban; finally out of the hell hole. Her Master had saved her, had pulled her up by his taut rope.
She was gone from the insanity. (Or was she already there?) She had left it all behind, to shed into a new self-one fully optimized for serving only her Master and only him.
She would now remain by his side, forever loyal like a guard dog. She would protect him, as it was the least she could do after he had saved her from all the people and hallucinations and voices that kept gnashing at her, even after all this time-
(Sirius looked at her through the bars of her cell, with eyes full of contempt.)
("Girly little Bella, running off to find love with a lifeless man?
"No, my Master will never die!")
(And the Dark Lord, her Master, would hold her close and stroke her black as night curls, touch her china white skin, stain her blood red lips-
with
his
own.)
She was a beautiful princess, living in her own fantasy world where life was a perfect fairy tale and one day, her Prince Charming, her Master, would come and save her from the horrible insane dragon.
Bellatrix Lestrange is-no, was-an angel. She had succumbed to the darkness long ago; been devoured by the tempting madness; risen as a devil long ago.
"But even angels fall, don't they, Bellatrix?"
"Even angels have to die someday."
A/N: I really hope I captured Bellatrix's character okay.
Done for:
Key Signature Competition-Db Major
Quotes Challenge-"But the thing is, even angels fall."
Greenhouses Competition-Chili Pepper (Write about Bellatrix.)
Gemstone Competition-Garnet (Write about a Pureblood.)
HP Potions Competition-Essence of Insanity (Write about someone who has gone insane.)