Her own screaming voice awoke her, waking the people far beyond death. She felt her lungs almost collapsing by the pressure of her heavy breath and piercing cry. With eyes wide open Tilia got up from her laying position and her loose, white nightgown tightened around her. She bit her lips, feeling how blood quickly dripped out of small wounds and how it fell into her mouth. She looked around herself, feeling how her heavy and quick breath made her vision blurry and the shaded, light room became darker and darker in front of her eyes.
A woman running, two women. With hate to their guts the wildest one of them had jumped after her, setting her filthy, long claws into her ankles. She had shrieked, feeling how blood ran down her feet and hearing how the woman laughed like a madman.
"Itty bitty Tilia, are you afraid of me?" Like talking to a child, it scared her though.
"Let go of me, Bella!" Quickly she had thrown herself towards her, ignoring how her ankles were ripping apart under the still pressuring grip.
"Why should I? This is fun, Tilia! Can't you see how much fun this is?" She chuckled with malice and fog filled her vision, almost blocked out this hell.
"You're mad, let me GO!" Tilia set her claws into the arms of the ragged woman, but all she could see was a smile in the dirty face. Eyes shining with darkness and madness, surrounded by that wild hair.
"You're mad too, don't forget that." She froze, seeing how Bella suddenly poked her nose. Things went even foggier and suddenly something grabbed her, stabbed her in the back.
Chills went down her spine as she thought about her nightmare, oh… She wished. Nightmare. Another heavy chill went down her spine as she thought about what Bellatrix had said…
"You're mad too, don't forget that."
She was right, she's right. Her moment of sanity was over, the insanity was coming back. Carefully she dragged her legs under her chin, feeling how insanity slowly was dripping into her mind, mocking her. Telling her that it was back. Heavy steps that she didn't really notice was coming down the stairs, rushing towards her room. Her door flew open; she didn't even notice the dark, ragged man that came in, worry written in his face.
"Is something wrong? You screamed, are you alright?" He tried to catch his breath as he looked at her, seeing that angel in white. Visible trails of tears down her cheeks.
"I'm fine." With a calming, heavy breath she tried to catch her regular breath, quieting the screaming voice in her head. "Just a bad dream..." She shook her head, feeling how something inside her head told her to hit someone.
"It must have been a bloody horrible one." Sirius walked over the wooden floor, carefully watching her mood and reaction. To be honest: she seemed to be in despair. Still watching her he shoved the curtains around the bed away, sitting down beside her. Her hands were tightly wrapped around her legs and her face almost hidden away under her hair.
"I'm mad, Sirius. Do you know that?" She looked up at him, feeling like a little child. He petted her head softly, watching her with some sort of I'm-trying-to-understand-you-look.
"You're not mad, you're out of Azkaban and you are going back to normal." He almost talked to her with a father like tone. She shook her head, bitterly smiling while traitorous tears blinked in the corner of her eyes.
"No, Sirius, I'm mad. It's all coming back, I hear voices, I dream awful things." Her eyes went narrow as she spoke, almost as if she realized things that she once had denied that even existed. She might be right, but what could he expect? What could anyone expect? She had been tortured and destroyed for years and years! So had he, maybe he was mad to? To be honest; yes, he was mad. But he didn't hear voices and he didn't dream that much anymore.
"But I'm here for you, I'll watch over you." Carefully he stroked her pale hair, she reminded her of an angel. Well, she might be a mad angel. With gentle hands he loosened her grip around her legs and shoved himself closer to her. She responded looking up at him with lethargic eyes.
"Stay." She whispered quietly as he laid her legs down and put the quilt around her. Without taking his eyes of her he lay down beside her and felt her firm grip around the top of his arm.
"I'm not going anywhere." He whispered.
The night went away quickly when he was there, a reminder that someone somehow could prevent her from going completely nuts. She was the one to get up first, leaving him in her bed with a sleepy smile on his face and messy hair to all directions. He was awfully cute, truly handsome. He hadn't shaved his beard for three days and should definitely trim some of it soon. She sighed as she backed out of the room, closing the door as quietly as she could. She could make him breakfast. Somehow it made her proud to be doing house chords. She wore her blue robe, the one that for her symbolized freedom.
"Itty bitty baby…" A voice rung in the room and she spanned around with her arms raised in defense. There was… Nobody? With slow steps she backed down the stairs that led to the dining room and kitchen.
"Itty bitty Tilia?" The voice turned to childish mockery and she was almost about to trip down the stairs as she stumbled backwards.
"You can't be here…" She whispered quietly. Disbelief in her voice rung louder than what was intended. She could swear that she heard malicious chuckle. It was a part of her imagination; it had to be. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with much needed air, and she walked towards the kitchen counter. She kept repeating breathing exercises, trying to calm herself down before she did something really stupid. Silly girl.
"Please, do it again, Master!" The more childish side of Bellatrix was showing as she jumped up and down in front of her master. She amused him, though she was a fool. She would never let him down though; he was her God.
"Be patient, Bella. Be patient." With a monotone voice he sat her on her place and he closed his eyes. Amusing lady, trustworthy lady. Especially her hate and thirst for revenge was keeping him amused. That Tiliana, she had begged him to torture her, go into her mind. But that Tiliana… She could be good to have at his side, she was not human, she was a half-blood, but still… Just the thought of what she actually was almost gave him chills. Maybe he shouldn't let Bella kill Tilia? It seemed to be a good idea.
"You might have to be kinder towards our little friend in the future." He opened his eyes, seeing how Bella's jaw had dropped.
"Kind to her? Kind to her? Why the bloody hell do I have to do that!" She almost jumped again, but tried to restrain herself. She couldn't insulter her Master.
"Because she might be good to have, Bella. Just think about what she is capable of doing?" He hummed with a snakelike tone and stroked the snake that easily slid down on his shoulder and onto the arm of the chair. It was like a light had come to Bella as she looked at him with curiosity and then amusement.
"Dear Master, you are truly brilliant!"
Hmm, new ideas for this story. Sorry for the poorly updating nowadays, but I have other things to do also. Sadly.