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His kiss is her death wish

Chapter 4 – Someone dies tonight

Narcissa stood there, beside the bed, shaking, as hot tears were streaming down her face burning her eyes, suffocating her, drowning her. She was completely lost in her helplessness and she didn't notice that the body on the floor was moving.

Rodolphus Lestrange stood up slowly, still unaware of where he was. He looked around and it seemed that the events of earlier were coming back in his mind.

He wiped the blood off his chin with the back of his hand, as he spotted the slim figure of his sister-in-law.

"How is she?" Rodolphus asked, looking concerned.

"You dare ask how she is after all you've done to her?!" Narcissa's voice was colder than ice, more venomous than the most dangerous poison ever made.

She turned to face him and Rodolphus almost flinched from her expression.

"It was an accident." He whispered and looked away.

"An accident?! An accident, that lasted your entire marriage?! I don't think so." She said and made another step towards the bed, determined to protect her sister.

"Cissy, what are you talking about?" The Death Eater asked. His voice sounded so innocent and worried, that Narcissa almost believed him. But no, she knew better.

"Do you think I don't know?" She hissed. "Do you think that she didn't tell me everything?!"

And then Rodolphus' face crooked. For the first time Narcissa saw the murderer, the monster, the liar he was. The real Death Eater behind the mask. She saw the burning flames in his eyes, the sharp like a million daggers look on his face, and she felt the danger that was bursting out of him. It made the air thick and suffocating. Before her stood a man, whom she was seeing for the first time in her life.

Narcissa slowly stepped back, her eyes never leaving his. Rodolphus gave her a sick, twisted smile as he approached his colleague.

"You don't know anything." He said. His voice was clear, cold venom spreading in the room. "You have no idea of what I did. In the end, Narcissa, your sister was begging me to kill her."

Cissy was stunned. She couldn't believe it. She wanted to cry, to rip the man in front of her to pieces, but she just stood there, watching him, waiting for him to attack. And she knew, from everything that Bella told her, she knew that he will.

With every step he made towards her, her agony turned to rage. The rage froze and boiled down to the cold, clear idea of horrid vengeance, driven by pure hate.

Narcissa Malfoy slowly took out her wand and the next thing she new was that she was on the floor. She felt a kick in the ribs, which made her cry out in pain. Cissy reached out for her wand but found only part of it. She quickly removed her hand from what was left of her wand, just in time to escape Rodolphus' curse. It hit the piece of wood and blew it to hundreds wooden needles, sharper than knives, which flew everywhere, piercing Narcissa's hands and the parts of her face she couldn't protect. She rolled over, escaping another curse, which burned a hole in the wooden floor.

Curses flew everywhere. Narcissa couldn't understand how a man, who just got up from the floor, beaten almost to death, and may be cursed to an inch of madness, could fight with such fury, even though he was barely standing on his feet, bleeding.

She decided to leave the room, hoping that Rodolfhus would come after her, but just before she reached the door, the handle got on fire. Cissy stepped away, just when a jet of red light flew millimeters away from her head and hid behind a ravaged, smoking armchair. She could hear the man's footsteps and she waited, waited for him to come and finish her off, but she was surprised to find that Rodolphus passed her pathetic hiding place. He wouldn't leave the room, knowing that he had unfinished business, so there was only one place he could go. Narcissa carefully crawled out from behind the armchair. The Death Eater was standing near the bed, towering over Bellatrix, with his wand pointed at her chest.

"Don't you even dare!" She said as she proudly stood up, with determination in her eyes. Her voice was so cold and if Rodolphus had a soul at all, she was sure it could freeze. Narcissa started walking towards him, not caring at all that she could die at any moment. She didn't care that she was without a wand, bruised and bleeding. Rodolphus slowly turned to face her, his face - a mask of death.

"What game are you playing, Cissy?" He asked, sounding amused. "Decided to be the tough one, didn't you?"

"I've always been tough, unlike you. I don't need a woman to beat to death to feel tough, I don't need to hear her scream and taste her blood to know I'm strong." Narcissa said through clenched teeth. Her voice was full of such unbearable hatred, which could burn a hole in his heart. "And what are you? You are nothing but a pitiful excuse of a human, a man who can't stand for himself before others, so he beats the shit out of his wife, only to show her how powerful he is, how strong and cruel he can be! You are playing a game, Rodplhus! A game, in which you look so damn perfect and yet you're nothing! With your mask on, you think no one can see your true colors; no one can smell your rotting heart; no one can see the real coward under the black robes, hiding behind a Mark, which vouches power!" She spat right in his face, fully aware of the cost that she would pay. If she was going to die, she would do it like a Malfoy – with her chin high, proud and arrogant.

Within seconds Rodolphus crossed the space between them and caught her by the throat. He bashed her against the nearest wall and with narrowed eyes he spoke.

"You. Don't. Know. Me." He said as if biting every word.

"Oh, but I've heard you" She choked out. "I heard you today, squealing like a pig, crying like a child, begging for mercy. And I enjoyed every second of it."

His grip on her throat loosened just for a second and before Narcissa could react, he slapped her across the face with so much strength, which sent her on the floor. To his surprise she smiled, as blood freely poured down her lower lip and her jaw was throbbing. She tried to rise from the floor, but he kicked her in the ribs once again. Narcissa didn't scream this time; she gave out a high pitched laugh. She could feel every bone in her body agonizing in pain, but her heart was screaming like mad, yelling at her to keep on, to be strong for her sister, for herself.

And then he pointed his wand at her. Her eyes froze. She knew what was going to happen; she couldn't escape, even if she wanted to. With an evil grin on his face, Rodolphus spoke.

"Crucio!" He said and the witch beneath him screamed. She screamed so loud, that she was sure that everyone in the manor could hear her. She felt every fiber of her body aching, every single bone was breaking, her tears felt like sharp pieces of glass, which cut her eyes open, stained her soul in blood, she could see the madness coming closer, calling her in her sweet embrace. Narcissa writhed on the floor, unable to control her body.

Bellatrix woke up from someone's screaming. The screams were so terrible that she wanted to run, hide. But she couldn't move. It was like she was paralyzed. She felt like her body was made of stone. She opened her eyes and gasped from the view – blood everywhere, screams of agony. Then she tried to move – a desperate act, like she was a fly in a spider's web.

"No! No!" She cried, but it seemed like no one was listening. "Please, I would do anything, just stop!" Her cries turned to whimpers and then she felt silent. Only her tears and the rapid falling and rising of her chest showed that she was still breathing. Only the pain reminded her she was still alive.

Before her stood a man. He lowered his wand and turned to her. He could see that she was awake, even though she didn't show any sign of it. Narcissa had stopped screaming long before he lifted the curse. She laid there, on the floor, like a doll. Her tears were streaming down her face, her eyes were numb, and lost somewhere he didn't care to know.

He moved closer to the bed, closer to his wife, who yelped and tried to protect her face with her hands. Rodolphus caught her right hand in his and pulled her closer in some kind of protective embrace.

"Don't move, Bella, it's not safe." He whispered in her ear and gently kissed her forehead.

She froze in his arms, afraid to move, afraid even to breathe. The Death Eater placed his hand above her left breast, so he could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Bellatrix stiffened in his arms, not daring to move, but a small whimper escaped her lips, when her husband moved his hand to her throat, slowly caressing it.

"What happened to us, love?" He asked, his hand wandering up and down her neck.

"You happened to me." She muttered. "You destroyed me."

"No. By making you fear me I made you stronger. I created you, like a sculpture, which needed to be improved. But I had to break you first, so I could make you perfect. I had to show you the way of the Death Eaters, so you could understand it, feel it. And I had to make you the victim, so I could turn you in to the hunter, the monster that you are now – strong, powerful, mine…" He said with a seductive voice as he moved his hand to her heart again.

"Insane. That's what you made me. Even before Azkaban I felt I was going insane, Rod. And it was you, you who did it. You destroyed everything – my dreams, my future. And I will never forgive you for what you did to me!" Bellatrix shoved his hand away and tried to get out of bed, even though she felt her whole body aching, but he grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head in the bed frame.

"And I won't apologize for it, because I regret nothing!" He snarled in her face. "Too bad, that one of us won't live to see another Sunrise."

"Too bad that it won't be me." She hissed, as she reached out for her dagger, safely hidden in her leather boot. But before she could even strike, he caught her arm and twisted it behind he back. He took the knife from her hand and tossed it somewhere on the floor. With his other hand he caught her by the throat again and growled in her ear.

"Save me trouble, love, and go kill yourself!"

"Believe me, I tried!" She choked out.

His grip on her throat tightened and with her face against the bed frame Bella was trapped. She tried to struggle, tried to scratch his face with her free hand, but soon she realized that it was pointless. Slowly her vision became blurred and the world started spinning. She could see blackness taking over everything around her and she realized that didn't need to breathe anymore. She felt her body relaxing and she gave in to the peaceful calmness, which covered her like a soft blanket. She was alright now. Everything would be over soon, she would fall into a blissful sleep, when she felt the presence of a figure, enveloped in darkness, but she felt that light was bursting out of her – that kind of light, which brought only death.

"What took you so long?" Bellatrix heard her own voice mumble her last words, before darkness finally took in.

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As she was lying on the floor, with her head throbbing and her mind shattered to pieces, Narcissa heard something heavy fall on the floor beside her. She slowly moved her gaze to the shining object next to her. She was staring at a knife. She recognized it immediately. It was her sister's knife; The Dark Lord had given it to her for some occasion she didn't quite remember. As if on a slow motion, Narcissa reached to the knife and took it in her hand. She could feel the cold silver weapon heating in her hand, urging her to become one with it, recognizing her unstained blood - so pure; so strong. She felt it binding with her soul, with the Mark on her left forearm. And when the witch felt her arm being one with the knife, she quietly rose from the floor, the world was ruthlessly spinning around her, but she ignored everything, when she recognized the figure of her sister, trapped in her husband's hands. He was killing her. She could hear her sister's desperate gasps for air and in less than a few seconds she saw Bellatrix relaxing in Rodolphus' arms.

He gave her one last kiss on the lips and tossed her body on the bed and Narcissa was terrified to see that Bellatrix wasn't giving any sign to be breathing.

Still not letting go of the knife, feeling it getting warmer in her hand with each second that passed, Narcissa stood next to the soaked with blood bed and waited. She was surprised that she didn't feel any pain at all. The emotions that took over her mind were far from pain or fear, or even despair. She could feel rage boiling inside her – uncontainable, wild and merciless. She welcomed the loathing, which took over her heart and froze it and then covered it with steel. She let the consuming power of the silver blade, which was now a part of her being, to lead her mind.

She carefully sneaked behind her brother-in-law and gently placed her cold bleeding hand in front of his eyes. He gave out a quiet yelp from surprise, but Cissy didn't give him time to turn around and stabbed the knife right in his throat. She didn't waste any of her emotions, which were taking over her entire being and continued slicing his throat down to his collarbone, where she made a horizontal cut and stuck the knife even deeper.

Rodolphus groaned with frustration and pain and reached behind him and grabbed the woman by the hair. Then with his final strength he twisted his body and pinned her beneath him on the bed, which was now a complete bloody mess. His eyes widened in fear. For the first time in years, he felt that there is no escape from this. Beneath him was lying the bringer of his death. With a possessed look on her face, Narcissa stabbed him right in the chest, feeling his heart scattering to pieces and gave out a scream. A mad scream, containing power, victory and justice. He screamed, too, but his scream was out of fear, agony and pain. He glanced one last time to his wife and reached to take her hand in his, but a tall, cloaked figure appeared before his eyes and offered his it's hand, which he hesitantly took, knowing that the figure before him was Death, and it was going to take him to the only woman in his miserable life, that he truly loved, even if it was by his sick, twisted way. With the corner of his closing eye, still fixed on his wife, he saw that Bellatrix slowly opened her eyes. And the last thing that Rodolphus Lestrange knew, before he closed his eyes forever, was that his wife was not coming with him.

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