Bellatrix. The sassy, sexy, dark mistress with untamed hair and heavily hooded eyes killed Sirius Black. Her wand was held confidently in her slender, pale hand and was pointing to Sirius Black's chest. She couldn't miss. Avada Kedavra she hissed with all of her loathing towards enemies of the dark lord, and to herself behind it. "You need to mean it Bellatrix." The Dark lord's voice resonated inside her head. The force of the green jet of light that erupted from the end of her wand caused her to take a few unbalanced steps backwards and she watched on with glee as the curse hit him square in the chest, throwing him spread eagle backwards. He stood, deathly pale, death longingly looming over his head. The look on his face of surprise and agony would never leave her. Then she watched as his stiff body fell through the veil, never to re-emerge. She jumped up and down when she saw the anguish on Harry Potter's face and decided to turn that into anger. He turned to her, eyes no longer careful, happy and green. They were murderous and red. Fear flashed through her for a mere moment and then she realised that he wouldn't kill her. He couldn't kill her. You need to mean it Bellatrix. The dark lord's voice swam around her head again coating her in a feeling of warmth she wasn't used to. He had said her name. For that is an achievement in itself, for the dark lord to call you by name, to give you a tip that isn't an order. She didn't personally mind being ordered around by him as she was attracted to power. Something he had plenty of. But that was besides the point. She then decided to taunt the baby potter and his friends who were crowding behind him.
"Neville Longbottom. How are your parents?" She cackled and watched with satisfaction as he lunged at her only to be held back by two girls, Luna and Ginny. "Oh and Harry?" Her voice was high pitched, almost as if it were supposed to sound innocent. "I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!" She danced away as he pelted towards her, full speed with his wand in hand. Maybe he could kill me, she thought. She picked up the pace and danced away from the curses being thrown haphazardly her way. Coloured jets of lights ricocheted off the walls and left craters in the floor at her feet. Then Bellatrix did something incredibly stupid. She tripped. Tattered dress flying around her knees, chest nearly popping out of the corset and hair flying wildly into her eyes. A figure loomed over her and she glared angrily up at him placing her hands on the floor, ready to get up or dodge any nasty spells. Her wand had scattered near to one of the fireplaces in the Ministry. Floo powder was already in the flames. She looked up at him, eyes mad and boring into his own green ones. "You wouldn't kill a poor defenceless woman now would you? One who is on the floor and clearly upset would you? No of course you wouldn't. You don't have it in you to kill anyone. Especially me. Poor ickle baby Potter's going to go and run for help now 'cause the mean lady was picking on him." She laughed evilly, cackled and held her stomach as she found it absolutely hilarious and watched on in fascination as his chest heaved and the wand that was pointed at her heaving chest was unsteady.
"I will kill you bitch. Just watch me!" He shouted, anger rolling off him in potent red waves, thick enough to cut with a knife. His head whipped round and his non-wand hand reached up and clutched at his head. Voldemort was coming.
"See, I said a wimp like you couldn't kill a defenceless woman like me." And she scuttled backwards, grabbed her wand and disappeared into the roaring green flames. "Malfoy Manor." She whispered and watched the ministry explode with coloured lights.
Crawling out of the fireplace at Malfoy Manor, she met the disapproving glare of Narcissa.
"What are doing back so early?" She exclaimed. The chandelier above Bellatrix's head shook dangerously and she hastily hauled herself to her feet. "WELL? And where is my husband?" Her voice was shrill, ringing through Bellatrix's ears.
"Lucius is still in the ministry although I expect they will be back soon." Without further elaboration, Bellatrix left Narcissa to fret about her cold blooded husband.
Bellatrix wandered the cold stone corridors of the enormous manor house until she found her room. With her head hung low, she allowed herself to let a tear slip and she cast several charms around the room so no one would enter or hear her. The tears streamed down her face mixing with her black eye makeup and allowed the makeup to streak her face. Her pale face was black and white when she looked in the mirror and her eyes were bloodshot and red. Looking herself sternly in the eye she spat out "How could you let that brat get the better of you? You don't go soft on kids. You're a Black for God's sake. GET A GRIP" The last three words were shouted and she smashed her fist into the glass of the mirror. It shattered around her hand and cut into the soft flesh. I'm delicate really she thought bitterly. She watched as the blood dripped into her en-suite sink and mix with the running water, turning it a bright red. She looked at the state of her lashed hand and saw that they would definitely scar.
Then the images of her last boyfriend filtered into her mind. He made her bleed like that once. He would strangle her if he didn't get his own way, he would grip her arms so tight they left bruises they refused to disappear for days. He would scratch her till she bled or burn her with his wand to remind her that she was his. His hair would cover his eyes as they went dark, his lips would set into a grim line and all expression would be lost. Bellatrix remembered how her blood would run cold when she saw him like that, her face would be drained of what little colour it held and the dread would set in.
She was so deep in her flashback of the time he strangled her so she wouldn't break away from the kiss, that she didn't realise that she was bleeding all over her dress and she wasn't healing it.
She heard a knock at the door which snapped her out of her reverie. "Bellatrix?" Snape's voice filtered through the heavy oak door. There was a pause… Then another knock. She decided that she couldn't simply sit there or questions would most certainly be asked.
"Episkey" She muttered and the cuts healed over leaving faint white scars against her nearly white skin. She cleaned up the blood and went to open the door, remembering to undo all of the charms first.
"Bellatrix. You've been crying." He noted, hair long, lank and greasy, skin pasty and uneven, eyes boring into her own but his were cold and expressionless.
"Shit." She whispered as it dawned on her that her makeup wasn't just around her eyes anymore, it had dripped down with the salty tears leaving black lines.
"What's wrong with you Bellatrix?" He enquired, voice as cold and emotionless as ever.
"Just. Things… I don't trust you." She glared at him through her black fringe. "You're a traitor, keeping both sides happy. I'm surprised our dark lord hasn't killed you yet." She spat and turned her back to him with a stomp on the ground that broke the heel of her shoe.
"Don't act like such a child Bellatrix. You know I am keeping their side happy on his orders. I don't see you risking your neck every God damned day of your existence!" He shouted, grabbing her arm to spin her round. She froze in place. It was happening again. Her mind was reeling. Snape's grip didn't loosen and she started to panic, she could feel his fingers bruising her soft flesh, she could feel the grime on his hand rubbing off on his arm. She felt physically sick. Calm down, she told herself.
"You're untrustworthy." Her voice was quiet but full of loathing, unsteady and low. She jerked her shoulder forwards to break his grip and stumbled. "Now leave. You're an unwanted pest." Her voice was still low instead of her usual high tones, the loathing and the fear that was pooling in her eyes was hidden as she refused to face him. "Whatever those primitive Death Eaters think, I know. You definitely cannot be trusted. Now leave you bastard. Get your filthy hands Off Me And OUT OF MY ROOM!" She stormed forwards and slammed the oak door with an ear splitting crack.
Seething, Bellatrix apparated out of her room and into the garden. It was pouring down with rain so she sat on the muddy ground and wallowed in self pity. She didn't like killing innocents, nor did she like killing children, or killing at all. She hid behind the mask of "Crazy Bellatrix" so she didn't show her true feelings. Truth be known… She preferred the light side but was bound to the dark by the dark mark, by her thirst for power, by her blood.
The Black family have always been pretty messed up, for her to have killed her own cousin, one she actually admired for turning to the light side, she must be fucked up in the head. The grief of just having killed one of her own hit her as she sat in the garden, hair hanging limp and sticking to her face, dress muddy, bloody and soaked through. She stared at the sky, watching the rain fall. Oh how she wished she weren't there, how she wished thoughts of him would stop haunting her, memories taunting her from the edges of her mind. She was close to matching the crazy mask she had once given herself, it was like she played a character… but she was slowly becoming it. Insane.
She reached her hand up to feel the rain fall, cold and harsh against her palm and she lay down, mud seeping into her hair, but she didn't care. She was feeling, that was all that mattered, and for once, it wasn't pain, anger, fear or insanity. She had once felt love, but that was long ago, and when she hadn't felt love, she felt pain, great pain for she was beaten within an inch of her life countless times.
When the temperature started to drop and the rain turned to hail, Bellatrix rose, hugged her arms and strode towards the door and apparated back to the privacy of her room. Whoever's idea it was to house all of the death eaters in the Malfoy Manor must have realised that not all of the death eaters got along. Many fought and duelled in the hallways and some simply shouted and insulted each other, but either way, Malfoy Manor was never quiet.
Through the thick oak door and the thick stone walls, Bellatrix could hear shouting, swearing, duelling. Attempting to block it all out, she showered, pulled her hair back into a sleek ponytail and her silk nightdress and scurried under the covers to try and sleep, but even through sleep could she escape his haunting voice.
Pain flared in her head as it smacked against the black marble wall. He was stood over her, eyes hidden behind his hair. He pulled her in for a kiss and when she turned her cheek, he snaked one hand up her body making her skin crawl and grabbing her jaw, forcing her to face him. His lips crashed down on hers and she fought the rising bile. Her skin blossomed with bruises and her lips bled, her head ached from the force of being thrown against the wall.
"Bella. You love me don't you?" His voice was high and innocent, as if he hadn't just done that to her, that she wasn't hurting or bleeding. She nodded mutely having lost all use of her vocal chords due to fear. He grabbed her round the throat, smashed her against the wall and held her there, slowly cutting off her oxygen and the blood supply to her brain. Through gritted teeth, he spat at her. "I Said, You Love Me Don't You?" His eyes burned with anger and hers welled up.
"Yes." She managed to choke out.
He dropped her and she crumpled to the floor in agony, rubbing her throat, gasping for air. Her throat was slowly turning purple and her face was getting paler and paler, her hair fell into her eyes but she didn't have the strength to brush them away.
"Now come here bitch." He pointed to the bed.
Bellatrix stood up shakily and slowly and stumbled over to the four poster bed. He held a pair of handcuffs and a whip.
Startled, Bellatrix jumped awake and pulled the silken covers off her pale form. She waited to cool down and pulled off the nightdress that was clinging to her skin. She ran a bath with mainly hot water and jumped in. She hissed as the heat seeped into her body and coloured her skin red. She gritted her teeth through the mind numbing pain. She didn't move until the water was ice cold. She stood slowly and looked at her blistered skin in the shattered remains of the mirror. She walked forwards with bare feet, stepping on the glass, leaving streaked, red footprints in her wake. She hissed and gritted her teeth with every move she made. Her skin stung and her eyes watered.
She turned to examine the scars still prominent from the lashings she would receive from him. Though they were two years old, they would still occasionally bleed, and when they bled, they didn't stop for a long time. She'd bled so much once, that she passed out and someone found her, blood coating her, drying the clothes painfully to her skin. That person was her friend. That person was Mrs. Longbottom. One of the two she tortured into insanity, but it was for the best. They knew about her and she didn't need anyone finding out, so she made sure they could never tell. Not a soul.
For weeks she wandered round with haunted eyes, but now, she accepted what she had done, the terrible crime she committed, her eyes no longer held guilt.
A/N: I hope you liked it, please review. I will try to update about once a week, this story won't have a massive amount of chapters like the weird one I have going at the moment and I have a plan in mind (For once). There could be anywhere between 3 - 10 chapters. If I draw it out, I may post more but I'm not sure because I have a minimum length in mind now for each chapter. Reviews will also inspire me to write more which means I would have longer chapters.. You guys give me ideas see? Whether you realise it or not, so Please Review.