Blank Stares (Narcissa's POV)

I stated the warnings clearly in the summary I think, but just to be sure - these poems have an undertone of incest. If that sort of thing bothers you, I advise you to not read them. Their main purpose is for me really, to further develop the two characters for my other story, Not My Candle. With that said, I assure you these poems are in no way blatantly sexual; there are just a few lines that point out what's going on, without actually describing it. I will also take this moment to say that I in no way am trying to claim these characters as my own property - for they will forevermore be the creations of JK Rowling. My job is simply to take that woman's wonderful story, and transform it into something that comes from within my own mind.

I see her eyes.

They're barely alive anymore,

Filled with death,

Filled with torture,

With a hatred not even I can take away.

"What happened to you, Bella?"

My own voice,

Pathetic and soft,

Begging for a real answer.

I received nothing.

She was laughing now,

That cackle –

That hideous awful sound,

The sound that tore me to pieces,

Ricocheting off the walls,

Off my heart,

Off my being.

And it hurts.

It hurts more than her whispered

Crucios,

more than her games.

Because now I know

As she kisses me,

As her hands slide up my arms,

As she laughs in my face and smiles,

Like I don't matter,

Like nothing matters,

I know Bella's really gone.

There are always tears.

Always.

But it's not only me crying.

Not this time.

She speaks,

When it's all done.

Her voice is quiet,

Still warped from the madness –

A madness that's consumed her

Completely.

I'm afraid.

Afraid that she's gone now,

And I'm alone.

"I'm sorry, Cissy."

I'm not sure what hurts more –

That Bella's mind has finally cracked,

Or that she really was sorry,

Underneath her blank, emotionless stare.

"I know."

And for a precious, breathtaking

Moment,

I saw the sister that I loved;

Bella was alive again –

I saw her remorse and her love,

I saw her tears,

Always mixed with my own.

And then I saw her give up.

I knew she'd never be back.

Her lips touched my head,

Rough,

Possessive,

And with no hint of regret.

She was cackling again as she left,

And for once I didn't speak,

But stared blankly as the black smoke

Faded away.