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après moi le deluge–
You were very pretty.
I remember that the most about you: with your crinkled sparkling eyes – so hopeful, so naïve – and your raucous laugh. We all had some good times together, didn't we?
You, Narcissa, Regulus, Andromeda, and I.
(scene: hide an' go seek, yeah? Careful, Bella likes to keep you hidden.)
Sometimes you would go and on about some important things, like Blood. But you talked about it inanely, talking about how Blood Doesn't Matter. How was anyone supposed to take you seriously? All because of your silly best friend, Potter. James, as you would call him.
I remember you hiding behind the draperies. I followed your scent. You always smelled like that – a mix of musk and…and bad blood.
I guess we all have that need to save someone.
(scene: leaning against the table, waiting for you to breathe. Give yourself away. I push that curtain aside and I see you there, your murky dark eyes, and your lips taste like blood. My blood. But distinctively yours – bad, bad, BAD.
Your hands gripping the wall, my palms flat alongside your head and we both know how wrong this is, but we pushed; harder, harder, more, more. I could feel your blood coursing through your body – rebellious – yearning for dominance and I want to quell it, I want to be your Saviour and bring you BACK.
I want my blood – it's all about sacrifice, blood sacrifice, darling – to clean yours, I want you to come back to us.)
I remember your hands pushing me away, the force ripping one of the skirts of the silk dress. I remember you screaming into my face, telling me that was wrong, we shouldn't have done that.
And then you left. Left me, the name – left and thought your bad blood would save you.
You were wrong.
I was your salvation.
(scene: avada kedavra! And the curtain spills over your limp form, shocked glassy eyes. Goodbye.)
You know, you really were very pretty.
You're not anymore.