Power - CISSATRIX


"But, Cissy-"

"Don't call me that!" Narcissa screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks. "You lost the right to call me that when you left me!"

"I was arrested!" Bellatrix screamed back. She looked ready to slap her little sister. "I didn't leave you on purpose!"

"You did the minute you took the Mark," Narcissa hissed, surprised at her own nerve.

But Bellatrix wasn't listening. She might have years ago when her mental state hadn't deteriorated and the passion in her eyes still outweighed the darkness. These years in Azkaban though…they had noticeably marked the older woman. Physically and emotionally. "What are you saying, Narcissa? That I should have abandoned the Dark Lord?", she almost screamed as she approached her sister.

Narcissa hadn't expected their reunion to be so heated. Hell, she hadn't expected their reunion at all. It would have been easier to just forget about it all and welcome her back but as soon as her eyes had landed on the decaying vision of who once used to be her beloved sister the anger she had accumulated over the years exploded. "Maybe you should have, yes.", Narcissa defended, not losing any determination. "Maybe you should now."

Bellatrix let a high-pitched scream fall out of her mouth. "Are you mad? Without him I would rot in Azkaban still!"

"Without him you'd never have ended up there in the first place!" Now it was her turn to shout. "He is nothing but a dreadful horrible man or…whatever it is that he looks like nowadays!" She had never insulted the man out loud. It felt great.

That is when Bellatrix genuinely flipped. Narcissa knew because the other woman instantly straightened and started almost whispering, a predator discretely alluring its pray into a false sense of quietness before the attack. But that's what she had wanted from the other woman. This confrontation wouldn't be over until blood was spilled. "Little Cissy never learned to shut her mouth, did she huh?…manners, manners, manners!" She got dangerously close, making Narcissa step back until she bumped into the wall behind her. "Haven't you learned anything from our dear, dead, mother, little sister?"

Narcissa never once looked away. She was a grown woman. She could handle her. She also figured that if she didn't defy her sister right then there was no chance Lucius and Draco could be left undamaged by the dark witch's return. Bellatrix slowly let her gaze roam around Narcissa's body, lust suddenly obvious on her facial expression. "Or did you just wait for your dear sister to lead you back on a more righteous path?" A smile etched the corner of her lips as her hands went up her own dress, revealing more and more skin to the blonde.

An identical grin appeared on Narcissa's face, except her brows were still furrowed. "He has no right over me or this house. Voldemort is as bloody daft as he is mad and he doesn't own-"

The rest of her sentence got caught in her throat as Bellatrix suddenly removed a dagger from her stockings and placed it harshly under Narcissa's chin. Was that fear that flickered in her eyes now? "Shh! Do you wish death upon your house, you senseless twit?" She pressed the knife so intensely on the blonde's skin that it cut her skin and blood dropped.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" She had merely said that as a joke but when she saw Bellatrix actually struggling to answer she continued, hurt and defeated. "Do it. If this is who you want to be. If this is what he would like. Kill me. Murder your sister like the first Knockturn Alley slag you could find." The older witch was confused and angry, unable to retort anything. Her gaze didn't seem like it could focus anymore. She was struggling. "Cut your own flesh and drip your own blood. You already did twice. What's different this time? Do it again, do it!" Narcissa couldn't speak any word after that, the force that tightened her throat beginning to suffocate her to death. More blood slid from the wound Bellatrix had opened.

Narcissa was mentally preparing herself to die at the hand of her own sister when the latter screamed, took the knife away from her neck and stepped back all at once. Narcissa took a moment to regain control over her own emotions but didn't lose any time and took advantage of her sister's disorientation to trap her against the wall in turn. She could see herself winning this argument and it was hugely encouraging.

"Voldemort, I was saying" Bellatrix freaked out once again and dead stared at her sister but didn't interrupt this time. "He doesn't own you." Narcissa took the dagger from the other woman's hand then, effectively taking control over the situation.

She didn't hesitate when she wiped the remaining blood off her own skin with the side of the knife and brought it to the brunette's mouth. Knowing that she was so close to winning this fight against her fiercest opponent was making her feel dizzy and quite frankly immensely aroused.

There was no way Narcissa would be at her mercy anymore. She had made her suffer all these years. Leaving her alone and unloved. She had to be the one on her knees this time, like the older woman had made her on numerous occasions. But Bellatrix didn't complain, she knew her place and licked the fresh blood from the blade as if she had been ordered to. Never perfectly obedient though, she tried to grip her sisters arms to bring her closer. Narcissa easily pushed her away and pinned her hands on the wall, throwing the knife away for now. Bellatrix had always been stronger but Azkaban must have taken that from her as well, or perhaps she was willingly letting her sister do of her what she pleased. Maybe in the very back of her mind she felt guilty about the whole ordeal.

"If someone were to own you, Bellatrix Black, it would not be him, do you understand?" Hearing no answer, she freed one of her hands in order to bring hers around the other woman's jaw. Her fingers would surely leave bruises the next day given how forcefully she urged her to speak. "Answer me!"

"And who would then? If I were to be owned like you suggested?" It was spoken like a dare.

Narcissa responded with her lips roughly crashing against her sister's. Their tongues almost instantly connected and battled. For the first genuine time in her life, the woman succeeded in taking the power from her eldest even though the violence of the kiss left them both breathless and panting. Narcissa's hand left Bellatrix's jaw to join her shoulder instead, pinning her against the wall as she pressed her whole body against hers. Her left leg found its way between the other woman's legs. It was so incredibly liberating to enjoy the warmth of her sister's embrace again. She had been gone for so long she had almost forgotten how good she made her feel. Her tongue lapped against Bellatrix's neck and the moans that exited her mouth then made Narcissa shiver. She sucked hard on her pulse point, wanting, needing to mark her. It had to be darker than the shape adorning her left forearm. The other woman began to wiggle against the blonde's leg but Narcissa stopped her as soon as she noticed. Instead, she brought their foreheads together, so many things left unsaid that each hoped their gaze could convey. And somehow it did because they implicitly agreed on a truce.

"I own you, Bella." Any hint of anger had left her body when she spoke again. There was only determination.

"I know", Bellatrix confirmed with surrender and what sounded like sorrow. Perhaps it was foolish of Narcissa to believe her words but she desperately needed to. "I know, Cissy. Let me show you who truly owns me."

Narcissa tangled her left hand in Bellatrix's where she had previously pinned it, while she pushed on her other hand, bringing her sister to her knees in front of her. "Make me forget how much I hate you for leaving me. Because I swear to you, Bella, as long as I can remember the pain of your absence, I will never be able to forgive you."

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