A/N This is a REALLY short but gory chapter…. I'm not really sure if I want to continue this story because I'm currently planning for a MAJOR story that should be around 45-50k words long… Please review so I know whether or not to continue. I would just like to say Sorry to my Cissy for killing you off… Sorry? ;) Thanks a lot for reading guys! Enjoy x

Narcissa trudged through the mud and grass. There was not a human in sight. The wind nipped at her bare arms as she marched. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she must keep going. As she splashed through a particularly muddy puddle she heard the familiar pop of someone apparating behind her. As she spun round to look at the new arrival, she was rugby tackled to the ground.

She hit the ground with a mute thud. She could feel the cold, hard steel of a dagger being pressed to her throat, and the heavy breathing of the person on top of her. She had no doubt on who had caught her, and she shook in fear as she thought of her. Bellatrix.

"Thought you could escape me, did you Cissy?" Bellatrix snarled from atop her sister. She could feel her sister tense at the sound of her voice. That pleased her. She wanted her sister to feel pain. She wanted to hurt her. She wanted to kill her.

Narcissa felt her sister beginning to shake with rage above her, and she knew that she was going to die if she wasn't rescued.

Bellatrix had noticed the absence of her sister's reply, and this angered her. How dare her sister, her sister that owes her life to Bellatrix, hit her? Hit her and ignore her like some sort of animal. She hated her. She wanted to make her feel pain beyond anything else she had ever felt before. She wanted her to beg.

"Do you want to live? If Yes, THEN I SUGGEST YOU FUCKING ANSWER ME! DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT I WOULDN'T FIND YOU CISSY! YOU WOULD BE DEAD WITHOUT ME YOU LITTLE BITCH! I SAVED YOU, AND YOU THANK ME BY HITTING ME AND LEAVING! YOU WILL PAY YOU LITTLE WHORE!" Narcissa began sobbing beneath her sister as she screamed at her. She regretted hitting Bellatrix, but she wouldn't tell her sister that. It wouldn't make a difference. So she lay tense, under her screaming sister, waiting for death to take her.

Bellatrix shook with utter, insane rage. Word's could not explain the fire that burnt through her, taking away all her senses, Hate and rage were all the she could feel. It took over her body and she couldn't control herself. She gave herself to her instincts. And her instinct right now was to kill this vermin in front of her. She picked up her knife and Narcissa looked into her eyes. Silently pleading her to see reason. Bellatrix didn't even look at her as she raised her arm and brought the knife down again and again into her sister's chest. Her face was drenched with blood until she was so covered in it she couldn't see anymore. She rose from her sister and licked her lips. The metallic taste of the blood hit her like a high. She had won, and here was her trophy. Narcissa's body had been ripped to shreds and her eyes were still open, showing when she had screamed silently as the life faded from her. The last thing she ever saw was her sister's insane eyes, wide with adrenaline and lust. Lust for blood.

Bellatrix took one last look at her sister's mangled body before she disapparated back to the manor.