Bellatrix's eyes were bloodshot and staring into her victim's eyes with an insane grin on her face. Her eyes were wide and filled with an unstoppable madness The grin on her face seemed to be etched into her face. Her teeth glinted in the dim overhead light. Her eyes were heavily underlined in a black – grey colour. She cackled a maniac laugh the filled the near empty small room. She etched the words Bellatrix was here into the wall before giving another cackle and apparating to Voldemort.
"My Lord!" She cried as she arrived, stumbling into the burnt red armchair.
"Bella," a man in a hood smirked, lifting his hood. He was quite a sight. He had a flat nose that looked as if it had been punched repeatedly. His skin was paler than pale, a dirty white colour. His eyes were bloodshot and red. His face was etched with scars.
"Yes, my lord?" Bellatrix asked eagerly. She cocked her ears like a puppy listening for food.
"You have made your first kill, alone," He told her, plainly and to the point, "we shall celebrate." With that, he took her hand and the vanished.
With a small pop, they landed at Malfoy Manor. Voldemort inched away from Bellatrix, lifting his hood. Bellatrix had a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"To Bellatrix," her brother in law, Lucius Malfoy grinned, opening a bottle of champagne and chugging it down. Bellatrix made her way over to her little sister, Narcissa.
"Cissy, isn't it great?" Bellatrix asked gleefully, staring into her sister's pale blue eyes. Narcissa nodded warily, trying to shake off her sister. She shifted uncomfortably and began to twist her hair around her finger, a habit she'd had since two, one that Bellatrix could recognise.
"Cissy, have a good time, won't you? I'm a proper death eater now!" Bellatrix shrieked with laughter.
"I'll try." Narcissa mumbled, edging away from her sister. Bellatrix took no notice and hurried off to a group of death eaters, no doubt to talk about their next plans. Narcissa watched her sister, more scared than ever. Her gut had a feeling this could kill her.
And when Narcissa's gut had a feeling, it was normally right.