Her time in Azkaban had almost caused Bellatrix to forget how much she enjoyed going on Muggle raids. Almost.
It didn't take long, however, for Bellatrix to once again feel as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Time and imprisonment had clearly not ruined her abilities or her enjoyment level.
Bellatrix looked down at the Muggle couple that she was currently torturing under her wand. They were no longer screaming. Their minds had finally had enough, and they had both lost consciousness.
"Avada Kedavra," Bellatrix said almost lazily.
It was hard to stay excited when your victims fainted and could not be revived. Bellatrix knew this because she had already tried to revive the couple a few times with no success.
Bellatrix quickly began to look around for her next set of victims. The first thing she caught sight of however was not a Muggle but Greyback.
Filthy half-breed, Bellatrix thought with a sneer.
At the same time, though, there was no denying that Greyback was useful filth to have around. Plus, he was extremely capable in battle, even though Bellatrix would never tell him that. He was still a werewolf, after all, which meant that he needed to be kept in his proper place.
Bellatrix watched as Greyback tackled down a Muggle man. A moment later, Bellatrix found herself grinning in twisted delight when Greyback bit down into the man's arm. The Muggle released a loud scream of pain.
Even though he was currently in human form, Greyback was still an animal. He did not know the meaning of mercy.
Nor did Bellatrix.
And also like Bellatrix, Greyback clearly fed on the pain of others.
Bellatrix calmly walked over to Greyback as the werewolf went for the Muggle's throat. The man only had a brief moment to scream before he went deathly silent.
"Are you going to eat him?" Bellatrix asked Greyback excitingly. "I didn't know that you were a cannibal along with being a werewolf."
Greyback looked up and grinned at Bellatrix with bloody teeth.
"Does that bother you, witch?" he asked mockingly.
"You've clearly been spending too much time with squeamish Death Eaters," Bellatrix responded. "I can assure you, though, that I am not one of them. I am not one to vomit and run at the slightest sight of blood. I am the one who causes blood to spill."
Greyback threw back his head and roared with laughter.
"We must go on more missions together," Greyback said after he had finally composed himself. "You have the potential to be enjoyable."
"Well, I suppose you're passable," Bellatrix replied, her voice sounding almost bored.
Greyback's response was to laugh again. Bellatrix's tone of voice did not match the smell of excitement coming off her.
Forgetting herself for a moment, Bellatrix smirked. The werewolf was filthy, but there was no denying that he was fun to be around.