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The way Narcissa moaned her name was energizing and Bella couldn't remember the last time she had felt so exhilarated. A whimper from the woman still held firmly in her grasp dragged Bellatrix right back into reality. A harsh and beauteous reality in which she was alive and had her sister in her power. If the Dark Lord were truly defeated, then there must be another who could continue his work until another way is found to facilitate his return.

He always comes back.

But first, Bella would teach Cissy her place, where little sisters belong. At their big sister's side so they may learn to be strong and graceful and the kind of woman anyone would want. However, Bella was hardly interested in reworking her sister for anyone's benefit but her own. She didn't care to share her sister in any way; it was bad enough she was married to Lucius.

Surveying the bite mark on her sister's shoulder, the witch grinned gleefully. It was already forming a bruise and Cissy knew better than to cover it up. Bella liked to display what was hers. But then.. it had been awhile since Narcissa had been truly hers. Ages since the war began. The fight had cracked something in the blonde Black and in some ways she was even more damaged than Bellatrix.

The darker witch reveled in this knowledge and planned to make full use of it.

So far, Narcissa had made noises of protest but made no move to defy. Either Bella scared her back into her place, or she was plotting. Unfortunately for Narcissa, Bella had always been more of the paranoid sort.

"Tell me who you belong to, Cissy." The words flowed in a deceptively gentle manner, contradicted entirely by the hungry shine in Bella's eyes. The blonde had closed her eyes to try and remain impassive. It wasn't working. Tightening her grip in her sister's hair, Bella repeated herself in a harsher manner.

Still Narcissa said nothing, though Bella could feel the slight tremors that vibrated through her sister's body. On any other victim Bella would have merely taken what she wanted by this point, and yet with Narcissa she found the chase rather thrilling.

Moving close enough so that her left cheek was brushing against her sister's, Bella murmured sweetly into her ear. Her voice was almost a sigh as she whispered like some sort of fairytale temptress.

"Cissy..Cissy, don't you fret. Just tell me.. tell me you love me, tell me you're mine. Tell me." The soft approach was sometimes the wisest, and Bella had no patience for it for anyone but her sister.

"Bella..There is something you need to know." Scowling, the dark witch pulled back and readopted her brusque manner. How dare the blonde fool think she could turn her down like that. "Bella, you are tied to me now. I bound our souls. It's how you came back." And it would almost explain the attraction that had suddenly become so much less than manageable.

The brunette actually stopped to ponder this for a moment before a wide and devilish grin split her face.

"So now you really do belong to me, body and soul." It was always about ownership with Bella, always. "You can't deny it Cissy, you are now and forever will be mine and don't you dare forget it."

A silent nod was assent enough to satisfy Bella for the time being. Cissy shuddered to think of the lessons that she knew her sister wouldn't forget about.


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I'm a bit on the fence as to whether I want to continue this fic or not.