A/N: This story is odd, I'm the first to admit it. I'm a nerd and I love to RP, and I spend nearly all of my time RPing as Narcissa. The Bellatrix I RP with is the best I've ever found, and this is the story of us. There're some OCs in here, but they're all from the group of people we RP with. If you don't recognize someone, I'm really sorry. No one really matters at this point but Bella and Cissa, and maybe the leech. (Sorry Trin!) But anyhoo, I'm rambling. Sorry 'bout that. *Innocent grin*
Without further ado, I give you the first chapter of Ne'er a Love So Twisted: A History of Blackcest. I really hope you enjoy it, it's been a fun story to plot out. It contains, as the name implies, Blackcest. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. As much as I wish I did, the fabulous Miss Rowling owns the characters you recognize. I'm just borrowing them for my own naughty purposes.
This is dedicated to the wonderful, amazing, talented, fabulous, perfect Lady Bellatrix Black Lestrange. Without you, darling, I'm nothing.
It's late, nearly midnight. Snow's falling softly, blanketing the world in a lovely layer of white. I'm alone in the Manor, though that's nothing new. I've been alone since the wedding, since the love of my life ran off and married that . . . that /thing/. Even now, months later, I still feel my skin crawl when I think about that bloodsucking bitch touching her, making her cry out as her toes curl and her back arches, soft whimpers falling from her perfect lips. It makes me sick, thinking of someone else with their head buried between her perfect legs, pulling from her those sweet sounds that make me tingle. She's my first love, and it seems as though she'll be my last. I can't imagine ever loving anyone else the way I love her.
Of course, our love is wrong. We've known it all along, had it pounded into our heads that the way we loved each other was a sin, that sisters aren't supposed to do the things we do. But looking at her, who can blame me? She's perfect, in every possible way. She's fierce and loyal, she's tough and hardworking. But I get see the side of her that no one else does. She shows me the side that is for me alone. She's sweet, loving, thoughtful, passionate, and tender. When we were in school, she'd never hesitate to defend me from bullies and those nitwits who were jealous of our high status in the Wizarding community. She'd beat them senseless and then come hold me while I cried over the petty comments that hurt so bad. She'd whisper that it was okay, that she'd never leave me and that I'd always be protected. Turns out she lied, she did leave me.
Sitting in the window seat with a blanket around my shoulders, I sigh. I miss her. I miss the soft touches, the sweet caresses, the fierce and passionate sex. It's been a long time since we shared anything more than just a sisterly hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek. The last time we were together was the night before her wedding to that Lestrange oaf, and she held me as I cried at the injustice of it all. It wasn't fair, I told her, that she was going off and marrying someone like him. I begged her to stay, begged and pleaded for her to run away with me, to escape to a place where no one knew us, where we could live together and grow old in each other's arms.
"Don't be so stupid, Cissy. You know we can't just run away, they'd find us," she'd whispered in my ear as she held me close, and my heart broke a little more. I knew it was true, I knew she wouldn't lie to me, that she'd leave if she could. But just because it was true didn't mean I wasn't angry, and I climbed out of her embrace, the only place I'd ever felt safe, and I left. I sat in the front row of the wedding the next day, watching as the only person I'd ever truly loved made a vow to love and honor and obey someone else. I watched her face, waiting for her to turn to look at me and see my pain, see how much it was hurting me, but she never turned. She kept her eyes on Rodolphus and my heart turned to stone.
After she left Rod, after she'd come to her senses and had enough of his abuse, my heart had sung. I was sure she'd come to me, come to the Manor I paid for with the money I earned from working as a Healer at Saint Mungo's. But she hadn't, she'd found comfort in the arms of a vampire. Of all the things she could have done to kill my spirits, that was the worst. Or so I thought. When I found out that she'd let the vampire feed from her, let the leech take her pure blood and gain powers, I cried for a week. That was the ultimate betrayal, knowing that she'd shared what was sacred to us. Pure blood was hard to come by, and for her to give it so freely to such a foul creature . . . It was unfathomable.
And then one day, they came to me. The happy couple, they were so in love and so sweet. They asked for my help, asked me to give them a child. I knew the spell, it was simple. Staring at her as she held that thing's hand and asked me to give them what I wanted for us, I thought I was dying. But being the good sister I am, I complied. I gave them a child, watching as the leech's belly grows each day. I watch as my sister fawns over her, caters to every craving. It's disgusting, seeing her stroke the bump that indicates a baby is growing.
My shoulders are hurting; I've been sitting at this damn window for almost two hours now. The snow is falling harder, nearly three inches thick now. I don't know what I'm sitting here for, if I'm honest. My heart is heavy and I want nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep. But she's not in the bed, her head's not on the pillow that stays on that side of the bed, waiting to be graced with her presence. I'd be going to an empty bed in an empty room, and I can't handle that. I hate my life, I hate not having her.
Standing and stretching, I make a rash decision. It's late, but I need to see her. Even if it's only to tell her that I love her, to tell her that she's been missed, I need to go to her. Grabbing my traveling cloak, I fasten it around my shoulders and make sure my wand's tucked safely in its holster on my hip. When I'm certain I have everything, I Disapparate. I'm not sure the reception I'll get, but I have to try. I need her to breathe, to survive. And if I don't see her soon, I'll drift away into the darkness.
Reviews please? They're like heaven on earth, second only to Bella's hugs. There's more to come, a lot more actually. But let me know what you think so far? (And if you're gonna flame, go somewhere else. I don't feel like getting out the fire extinguisher.)