Gotta Hand it to my Editor Mary for editing so fast. I actually have up to 13 chapters (Gasp) But I still have more to type out so if she keeps it up she'll end up beating me
Chapter 3 Shake Me down
In my past, bittersweet,
There's no love between the sheets,
Taste the blood, broken dreams,
Lonely times indeed,
With eyes cast down,
Fixed upon the ground,
Eyes cast down
X-Cage the Elephant
"I told him to kill you but no, fate is truly playing tricks with me. He had to lock me in here with you." Bella fumed. Hermione look around their cell wondering how she got into this mess in the first place.
"So was there always a cell in the Lestrange house or did you guys build this later?" Hermione joked. She turned around when she didn't hear a sassy response from the dark haired woman. Bellatrix laid not far from Hermione her eyes were closed tightly as if she was in pain and her breathing was very shallow and irregular.
Merlin! She's got a fever again.Hermione thought as she touched the older woman's forehead. It must have been because she wasn't getting enough fluids in her body. At this rate the female Death Eater would die of dehydration.
"Hey! Bellatrix needs water," Hermione shouted. "Hello!"
Rodolphus barged in the room and was carrying a bowl and a chair? He filled the bowl with water and placed it just in Hermione's reach. He sat on the chair like this was some sort of show and he wanted a good view of it.
"Go on girl," He assured, "Get the bowl if you want it so badly." His eyes' sparkled with mischief but there was nothing the Gryffindor could spot. She slowly reached out touching the cold metal bowl when pain shot on her hand. She quickly pulled back to see it had a bite mark. She heard an angry hiss and saw red slit eyes and realized there was a snake wrapped around the bowl.
"Opppsss guess I forgot to tell you." He laughed, "Don't worry it isn't poisonous."
She attempted again this time the snake striking faster causing more blood to ooze from Hermione's hand. It was red and stung from the little sharp teeth that had dug themselves ripping the flesh. She tried a third time this time not flinching when the snake hissed and grabbed the bowl ignoring the searing pain the snake was causing. Rodolphus looked almost sad that his little entertainment was over and killed the snake and left his prisoners alone again for the time being. The clever witch tore a piece of her shirt and used it as a dressing for her bleeding hand.
"The Dementors are near…don't let them get me Cissy please," Bella begged. She seemed to believe she was back in prison and talking to her younger sister.
"Shh Bella drink this." Hermione said. She tenderly lifted Bellatrix's head so she could properly drink the water. Hermione then used her own lap as a pillow seeing how hard the floor was.
"You never visited me. First Andy left and then you did." The sick witch uttered," I was alone trapped in my mind while you both forgot about me. The Dementors at first wanted me, their cold never seemed to have left me but after years they didn't bother me as if I was already dead inside."
Hermione didn't know what to do. She never believed she would see someone so confident and evil actually be a tormented lost soul. It was best to play along so that the Death Eater's health might improve.
"No Bella I won't leave you." She combed Bellatrix's hair with her hand to hopefully relax the distraught woman and was surprised that her hair felt soft as silk.
"Promise?" Bella said groggily. Her eyes were closed and she reached for Hermione's hand and gently gave it a squeeze.
"I promise." Hermione felt uneasy tricking Bellatrix but now the delusional woman was sound fully asleep. Sleep did not come easily to Hermione she just laid there wondering how she was going to escape and what she thought about everything that had happened.
The days seemed to merge together or maybe Hermione's mind was trying to protect her from the hell that had become a reality. Everyday there were at least four healthy sessions of torture that involved snakes, whips and daggers. Rodolphus would end the day with a plate of mashed up tasteless grits and heal the wounds. The clever witch didn't know if it was because of her blood status or the fact that his wife was still too sick to endure a proper torture but he hardly touched Bellatrix. That was another thing that Hermione had to put up was her cellmate's tirade about blood superiors and worthless Muggles. Then the symptoms would come back and Hermione would forget about all the things Bellatrix would say and help her because she would see that vulnerable side of her that made Hermione believe there was still hope in saving her from everything. But that was nothing compared to the nighttime. What Hermione hated the most was when it would be silent, dark and felt as if the world had turned its back on her.
"You should have left me die you know. Death had a grip on me and had you not intervened he would have claimed me as his own." Bella said. She looked awfully pale but there was color coming back to her lips.
"I couldn't."
"Why not?" Bella asked irritably.
"I don't know how to explain it. It just wasn't the right thing to do." Bella rolled her eyes at the pathetically cliché answer. She couldn't believe that this girl had survived for so long.
Time past before…
"Andy please tell me a story," Bella said.
"Which one?" Hermione was used to Bellatrix's hallucinations. It always revolved around her sisters and during their childhood, which sounded traumatizing.
"I don't know you always told great stories. Remember you said when we grew up we would leave mum and dad and go on to live on our own." She gave a small smile, "I believed you."
Hermione tried not to feel anything for her cellmate but failed especially when Bellatrix was unknowingly bearing her soul. She licked her dry lips and started telling the Tale of the Three Brothers. It was too dark to see anything but Hermione felt that the other woman was softly stroking her arm. The young witch froze when the Death Eater traced the scar that was etched on her arm.
"I'm sorry Cissy for letting him hurt you that way," Bella murmured. "Next time he does this I will kill him."
Hermione didn't know what to say. It always seemed to about the same person but couldn't figure out whom this man was. She felt little drops of liquid on her arm before she realized Bellatrix was crying. Her scar didn't hurt nor did she have any nightmares ever since facing Bellatrix at the Black mansion. She didn't always understand Bellatrix's rants but times like these are what made her throat tighten. What kind of life did the Black sisters live before they separated? What horrendous things had to occur that seem to still haunt the oldest sister?
A gust of wind blew into the cell making the younger witch shiver. It was an odd thing that Bellatrix never seemed to mind the cold but Hermione hated it. She wished she had a potion that would warm every inch of her body but no she had to face the cold and hard floor every night.
"Come here Cissy," Bellatrix said as she wrapped her arms around Hermione's body.
Oh Merlin! She's going to kill me when she wakes up.Hermione thought frantically. She tried to untangle herself but the other witch's grip was too strong. She heard Bellatrix's even breathing which meant she had fallen asleep already.
So Hermione just laid there.
She heard the older woman's heartbeat, which was oddly relaxing not to mention the warmth their bodies were creating together. Hermione figured it wasn't too bad as long as she woke up before her cellmate. Well that was the plan anyways.
"Ewww! Get off of me you stupid girl." Hermione heard. A strong force made her go flying into the wall. It looked like Bellatrix was getting better and better. Just then Rodolphus came in he looked as if he hadn't had time to groom himself and reeked of firewhiskey. At first he fumbled for the proper pronunciation but then bounded Hermione with a spell and clumsily walked to his other prisoner.
His dull eyes targeted Bellatrix and a slow evil grin appeared on his face.
"You come with me," He used his wand like a blade and grabbed a handful of his wife's hair and hoisted her up. She didn't cry nor looked like a victim, her menacing eyes burning with hatred. Hermione couldn't do anything but stare as she saw that both of them looked like two souls that were seeking dominance and were ready to fight. Bellatrix fought against him and he struggled to take them out of the room and into their bedroom. He figured he might as well make use of his wife while he could. The room was dressed mostly in dark gloomy colors and had statues that held real weapons.
"None of the other Death Eaters took me seriously! They wanted you!" He began his rage building, "Those bloody cowards. Why you? A woman who failed as both a wife and woman because she can't even give me one child."
The dark eyed witch gave an angry cry and clawed at her husband. Three red thin lines appeared on his face, which infuriated him more. He swung the back of his hand connected to her jaw, which left her dazed. They were on the bed he was on top for once and he was going to ravish her until she knew who was the boss. One hand kept her underneath while the other tried to rip the flimsy dress she was wearing. His wife responded by spitting in his face, he saw blood in her mouth.
"You crazy stupid bitch!" He yelled. He slapped her again and again fueling his arousal and rage but she did not cry. She did not give him the satisfaction that he was hurting her.
"Let go of me," She retorted. He leaned in to take in her smell. He closed his eyes and savored everything in what he was going to do. Bellatrix saw his distraction and did the first thing that came to mind. She bit his neck and hard; feeling the flesh rip from his body as she spit it out. He howled in pain holding his bloody neck and started to choke her. Bellatrix fought but she wasn't strong enough to break free. She gasped for air, feeling light headed and her body weakening. She looked over his shoulder her vision darkening and couldn't believe what she saw. Hermione was standing there with a wand. Her whole body was shaking with anger. Instead of sending a spell though she tackled Rodolphus off of his wife. They both slammed against a wall but in seconds they were up again. Rodolphus extended his wrist and popped up his wand from his sleeve. They battled sending spells at one another. Finally Lestrange had the upper hand and sent Hermione flying hitting the wall making her dazed and in pain.
"Enough! Every minute of you alive is an embarrassment to me." He turned his attention to his wife. "Ava-"
Hermione realized he was going to kill Bellatrix and quickly shouted "Everte Statum."
He crashed into one of the statues and was silent.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked. Bellatrix was in shock and was staring at where her husband had landed. The brunette was about to say something when she heard labor breathing and a quiet sob. She saw that a sword that was part of the decoration of the room had impaled Rodolphus. He was bleeding profoundly and gasped for air. Hermione didn't know what to do. He looked at the women with such anger and tried to say something but only blood flooded out of his mouth. He gave one last pathetic breath before he laid still.
"I k-killed him." Hermione said. She had never killed anyone even if it was in self-defense. She felt sick to her stomach and her hands were shaking.
"No he died by his own foolishness." Bellatrix assured. Her expression showed no sadness or happiness. It was just blank. "Let's get out of here."
Hermione just nodded and disapparated with Bellatrix not knowing where they were headed.
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