Hello again after two years, my lack of updates is inexcusable and I will try to redeem myself this time. Thank you for all the reviewers, and my way of writing will hopefully not interfere with the flow of the story… I started this during high school but I haven't improved much[p.s. BS Physics is a b*tch.]

WARNING! I DON'T HAVE A BETA(I DON'T PLAN TO HAVE ONE) AND I DIDN'T READ THIS BEFORE POSTING: ERRORS ARE INEVITABLE

You hate A/N so here it is! *insert disclaimer*


"Its almost funny how I don't feel any trouble talking about it anymore... tell your father 'thank you' for me... or not, I could tell him myself sometime," the older man had a distant look on his face then...

_BLACK NIGHTS: PART 1_

There are odd moments, not totally unexplained, where you get that feeling of the unexpected. Say that you're climbing the stairs, now that you expect to feel another step, your foot lands on air to prove otherwise. For one horrible moment, you thought that you were falling. For one irrational fraction of a moment, you thought your life forfeit. It was the feeling that a young Serius Black experienced as he stepped at the gates of his family's manor. There was something amiss.

Impulsive, brash, uncouth, untamed, unrestrained… nevertheless, as a Black, he was bred into the darker side of the world. It was the instinct that was basically running in his genes and nourished in his upbringing. No matter how much of an advocate of anarchy he is, there is one and only one rule that he follows: never question your instinct. It got him through practically everything.

"My, my… my dear cousin is finally back~" Sirius scoffed at the sing song voice that greeted him as he neared a fountain, "Bella." He greeted in a mock purr, as if pleased by the visit of his… intended.

Even with his cold exterior, he couldn't help the tingle of affection he felt for her. Throughout the centuries, Black always would look after another Black. Even with their long history of unstable sanity and unpredictable moods, treachery and betrayal among family members were unheard of. His gaze softened at her miserable attempts to look cute: Blacks were beautiful, you can't just label them as 'cute'. But Serius has an affinity for it and Bellatrix remembered. She's putting more effort into flirting with him to take her mind of a certain incident.

Suddenly, Serius' eyes hardened. Just two weeks ago, tragedy befell upon Bellatrix's family. It was the 17th birthday of her sister, Andromeda when a small explosion from a single balloon ruined it all. What happens when helium is replaced by hydrogen? For one, the latter is combustible. Andromeda loved balloons. It was everywhere, so strategically placed to reach quite some damage. A lone candle was lighted near one of said balloons inside the kitchen, its flame barely above the rubber. It was the most humiliating time bomb.

As the light of the candle reached the rubber, the small explosion made a domino effect among others and caused mayhem. The main hall's, however, did not only contain hydrogen. Some contained propane, others white phosphorous, and lastly some contained acetylene mix… of course, all with enough helium to make them float. When the balloons exploded, the white phosphorus acted as an incendiary for the initial gas discharge, drawing in oxygen so that all breath were sucked out of the body of anyone within fifty yards. The phosphorus would instantly turn to a hot, scaring molten liquid, falling on every person in the room. The thermal effect destroyed the lungs and throat, and the blast had flattened an area of a square block.*

The news of the event covered the papers, it got every channel and radio station… : The Black Massacre

Of course, half of the guests were dead, but ten members of the most prestigious family died and that was what the public wanted to hear about. By sheer luck, the two older sisters of Andromeda survived. That night, Narcissa was staying at another house when her frail body caught another illness thus she failed to attend. Bellatrix wanted to make a show of being late because of another petty argument with the youngest.

"I'm scared, Siri," Sirius swept his eyes to his cousin. She was never the same. Sure, she had always been unstable but such occurrences in the Black family line were too common that they took it in stride and almost considered natural. But if one knows how to look, darkness was slowly devouring her eyes and her spirit, the loss of her parents and her family gnawing on her eating her from the inside and what little defenses of her mind remained, it was clear that it will only take one trigger for madness to claim his cousin.

"What about?"

"You feel it too, don't you? I came here because I was thinking of you…" anger boiled up in his chest, and he directed it at her. "What are you implying?" he asked unkindly.

"Someone's attacking our family, I think this house will be next." Cheerful. There was that flicker again. Through her wide-eyed fear, there was that shadow of a mocking smile on her face, be it an attempt to convince her own self that she's talking nonsense or her insanity shining through, it is unclear.

Humiliation like never before felt passed through their form. There they were standing at the highest echelons of society, hunted like wild pigs for slaughter. One…

With fame, money and power comes another desire- pleasure. The Blacks were not an exemption for succumbing to carnal pleasure. Through their high standing and reputation, they could choose with utmost care who would warm their beds in the evening. Beautiful, skillful and healthy…

They had screening yes, so how in the world did a venereal disease get through? Slow, torturous and utterly embarrassing deaths. The cover-up was almost too easy and yet, the whores who caused such incident were nowhere to be found. They all came from the same agency. Only through investigation did they find out that the name the aforementioned agency is the name of a sleeping company that has been inactive for twenty years. It was like it never existed. Two,

A few months now, one head house chef had been ill. As he got better, the family terribly missed his cooking and for a celebration of his return, they held a feast. Until now, the chemical or anything remains undiscovered but everyone who tested the Butternut Bisque and drank liquor died. Three…

And the most blatant perhaps, happened in the largest hospital that was owned by the Blacks. Almost everyone in their family who took medicine worked there. It was only known, that a child entered the hospital as a patient. The police who brought her there claimed that they found her unconscious on the streets and to their horror; she had incisions scattered on her torso. Apparently a victim of organ trafficking. To make sure of the damage done, they took and x-ray and found that indeed, she had a missing kidney… and a foreign object lodged on her abdomen.

The hospital is the safest place for sick individuals. It is where care and services could be easily availed as well as materials, tools and chemicals. But for starters, certain areas and some ventilation paths have high concentration of oxygen. It was exactly three in the afternoon when the foreign object inside the girl exploded. It exploded strategically near the oxygen veins in the hospital.

Every time, every turn, they were left with inconclusive clues. And yet, it was too much of a coincidence. Don't you dare underestimate the influence and connections of the Black clan. They could find criminals through it within minutes… and yet, these obvious murders had nothing. They had nothing in common. But that 'nothing' is paradoxically the only constant.

_next up: BLACK NIGHTS: PART 2_


*Sydney Sheldon, anyone?

thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did when i was writing. p.s. bare with my grammar T_T