The song's been playing on a loop now, and I thought it matched Bella and Rod. A bit. Yeah.

Different take on my other fic. Before. Yeah.

Happy Christmas. Cheers.

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I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love--

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Bad Romance

There was a shattering of glass and then the sound of footsteps – The sound of people scurrying.

A sharp voice soon followed after the door had slammed and there, in the middle of all the chaos was Rodolphus, eyes hard and cold. "Get away from there."

She didn't seem to hear him because she continued what she was doing – A glass of Whiskey was chugged down and she turned her head to face him, those dark eyes of hers shining in the darkness. Ironic, but wasn't Bellatrix the object of irony?

Bellatrix regarded Rodolphus slowly before turning back to her current prey. She was the hunter and everyone weaker than her were her prey – She dared challenged those who were stronger than her, but she would soon overcome them sooner or later, but for now, the weak was the one who needed to go first.

Sprawled on the floor was a woman of short statute, her dark black hair sprawled on her face as she withered on the floor.

"Bellatrix stop this now. They are coming."

It was obvious now.

Even Rabastan at the other room was scurrying, and Barty Crouch Junior would've probably been half-way out of the Longbottom's garden by now, but still, Bellatrix wasn't showing any signs of movement that she'd be leaving this mess, no, she seemed quite fixated at her captives.

"Bella do you hear me? I said stop this. Life imprisonment, they are going to hand that out to us if they catch us here!" Rodolphus now looked worried, scared, even, but he remained strong.

"Tell me you love me."

Rodolphus was about to protest, the retort coming to him automatically when he figured out that Bellatrix had not said no to escaping, instead, she had said something just as shocking.

"Now is not the time, Bella. We need to get out of here. Now."

"Tell me, Rodolphus. Tell me." Her voice was unbearably calm, as opposed to the times when she'd yelled at someone days back. Her wand was steady and she was facing him now, there was something hollow in her look.

"Bella, I---"

But Rodolphus was cut short; He felt himself flung against the wall, and saw Bellatrix crumple to the ground.