Smoke passed the space between them.
She caught his eye, and found she couldn't look away.
Damn.
The fires looked warm and beautiful in the frosty evening.
He looked up and saw her watching.
Got her.
Her eyes were dark with secrets.
His eyes blazed with hidden feeling.
"As inspiring as I find your bloodlust Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter."
"This is most unusual... You have developed a taste for human flesh that cannot be satisfied once a month?"
Ghosts of the deceased circled her mind. She smiled, a taught smile.
Dark shadows were their only company.
Suddenly no smoke could fit through the space between them.
The gap between them was closed.
He smelt of death. It smelt beautiful.
Not just human flesh. Her flesh.
The whole universe could have passed by them, and she would not have noticed. She was entranced by his intense gaze.
Watching. Watching her. Watching a coil of black hair escape from its loose tie.
His fangs glinted. She wasn't afraid. She was never afraid.
Closer, lean in closer.
She licked her lips hungrily.
Her newly moistened lips seemed to glitter and reflect the firelight that surrounded them.
KISS ME.
I WANT TO...
NOW. KISS ME NOW.
I NEED TO...
The stars were the only witnesses.
The moon was hidden in cloud.
She could kill.
He could kill.
But neither could L. O. V. E.
AN/ One shot. Bellatrix Greyback? Nope.
