Love at First Torture
I don't know why I'm here. By all accounts, it doesn't make sense. I lay asleep at night – I have nightmares about the last time I was here. I can still feel it, see it; every second of it. The gate stands tall before me, towering over me with an elegant grace, with beautiful solitude against the trimmed garden. Yet somehow, with a single breath, I step through the gates. Wow, I honestly did not expect that to work. But as I feel the gate pass around me, I know: I am not unwelcome.
The path way is clear and manicured, but the front door hangs open. This is not a good sign, I think to myself. My head is pounding as it yells at me to turn and run, that nothing good can come of this. But it's wrong, and I do not listen to it. My feet carry me forward and my heart pushes me on. I have to admit; even the idea of this is exciting.
Every room I pass is unnaturally empty, the sound of my footsteps echo through the halls. I finally find myself in that room again and I can see it clearer than ever before. I can actually feel the blade piercing my skin as my eyes fall on her. She stands, barely meters from me, her hooding lids hiding gleaming eyes.
"Are we really going to do this again? We both know I could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time," Bellatrix cackles, but then her smile fades. My face is passive as I looked at my torturer.
"Maybe the little girl has come for another reason?" Bellatrix says to herself, her eyes narrowed in my direction. I moved forward and, as we met in the centre of the room, something suddenly felt right - I felt whole again.
A/N: Words - 317
School of Prompts [Malfoy Manor], Getting Around [Hermione/Bella], TV Quote Challenge [TVD],
"Are we really going to do this again? We both know I could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time." - Katherine Pierce, The Vampire Diaries