Grimmy: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIA M'DEAR! I didn't get a chance to beta and I'm halfway on the moon so this isn't my best. I'd just hate for you to not have a bday fic so I wrote this for you.
Bellatrix smiled wickedly as the freshly captured muggle squirmed at her feet, begging for her to end the pain. It was so intense that he even begged for death a couple of times, stopping only to mumble the names 'Stephanie' and 'Alyssa'. Those must have been the two women she'd observed in the pictures upon capturing him. The traitors she'd been currently looking for. She looked back to the Dark Lord, obvious admiration in her grey eyes as her grin became even more twisted, marring what little beauty she'd managed to retain after her harsh Azkaban years. It was almost startling how drastic the change had been. Her skin was now stretched almost painfully over her bones, no longer pearly white but a yellowish gray. The natural dark curls that fell down her back were now tangled and frizzy, but she wore them proudly. "Those lips of his are sealed tight my lord. Perhaps if I sliced them open…?" Her threat hung heavy in the air as she waited for a sign of approval. The man whimpered on the ground once again, begging for them to just kill him, silenced only when the sharp point of her shoe was swiftly pressed into his ribcage. He sniffled, the twitching of his nose the only movement other than the occasional shiver. The Dark Lord smiled, it was the only word to really describe it, his twitch of the lips. He twirled his wand back and forth before pointing it forward. She could feel her heart beating heavily in her chest and it felt almost shameful that such a simple action got her so excited. "No, no. I have what I need… Unfortunately your person is no longer required." His voice was like freshly spun silk. So smooth and soft. She batted her eyelashes in response and stepped to the side, absolutely reveling in the idea of seeing her Lord end another life. Her teeth clamped down on the back of her bottom lip and her nostrils flared. Such a rare moment had to be observed carefully. Bellatrix furrowed her eyebrows when his wand followed her. She licked her suddenly chap lips and murmured, "I don't understand my Lord." He tilted his head, raising the wrinkle of skin that was once filled with meticulously arched eyebrow hair. "Oh, but I think it is quite obvious." He flashed his sharp canines and waved his wand idly. A green light filled the room.
Bellatrix awoke in a cold sweat, tears ready to fall from her cold eyes. But she did not cry, she never cried. A chill ran down her spine and she got the suspicion that she was being watched. Swallowing the lump in her throat she pulled a long black cloak from underneath the side of her mattress, rubbing it against her face while desperately trying to stifle a relieved moan.
The discarded cloak of her master. This was her security blanket. Her own little method of coping with those nightmares. Her fears of rejection. Her death courtesy of her lord, at least she thought it was him. His face had been severely distorted and almost snake like in her dreams.
He'd been so inhuman looking…
She tried to calm her breathing as she rubbed the ragged cloth against her skin. It wasn't a thought she wanted to dwell on.
"Still humping those rags I see."
Her eyes widened and she twisted around in her bed. The hot blush on her cheeks calmed rapidly as she caught sight of the owner of the ragged voice she'd heard seconds before. A trademark sneer tugged her face down and she made a rude finger gesture.
"Jealous Rodolphus?" He twitched and she turned away before he could make a dirty response. "Leave me be," she muttered darkly. The last thing she heard was his angry grumbling and footsteps before her bedroom was submerged in complete darkness again.
She was alone.
With her 'blanket'.
And as many dark thoughts as she could conjure.