Narcissa hovered in a world of agony and darkness, her very soul trembling when her body could no longer react to the pain of its own accord. She might have cried, were she able, but as it was the witch was incapable of even so simple a thing. Death lingered nearby, she could feel it, sense it, even taste it. It stank of heat and misery, acrid and curling against everything that Narcissa was, death wanted her.
Bellatrix's voice cut through the haze suddenly, breaking into Narcissa quiet place, the ever shrinking fraction of her mind to which she could retreat when the world became far too much to handle. Soft at first, it took long minutes for the blonde to realize that it was gradually, very gradually, growing in volume, reaching farther into her thoughts with each heartbeat.
Oh! She still had one of those, pumping weakly, but she had it nonetheless. Unfortunately however, with the recognition of her thumping pulse, steadily dragging her away from approaching death, sensation also began to return. Pounding in tandem with her heart came the pain, every nerve throbbing to such an extreme that Narcissa wanted to weep and beg for death to move faster, to capture her and take it all away.
Her silent request was unheeded as Bella's voice grew to a roaring volume, and she became aware of more, her sister shaking her hard enough that she flopped about like a ragdoll, screaming in the blonde witch's face. Narcissa's eyelids fluttered, the slight movement caught immediately by Bella's sharp eyes.
The light stabbed her in far more agonizing a manner than any spell, but it hardly matched up to the sharp, dull, smashing, cutting, tearing pain that still drummed within. As her eyes opened, Bellatrix ceased the rough treatment and pulled her sister close to her, pressing their bodies close enough that not a breath could have passed between them.
"Wake up!"
Obliging the shouted command as well as she was able, Narcissa took slow breaths, but the terror of what she had just experienced ended her calm awakening, transforming the veritable resurrection into a panic attack of the highest degree. Her arms lifted, though they were heavy as lead, attempting to shove Bellatrix away from her as the tears finally rolled from her eyes in abundance. She was terrified.
Blood soaked the bits of robes still draping her flesh as well as the front of Bellatrix's clothing, her hands stained with browning crimson as she tightened her grip on Narcissa. Obsession spoke through her embrace, remaining firm though her sister struggled to escape with the little strength that returned to her.
"Stop it! I had to! Just listen to me!" Bella shouted as if it might interrupt Narcissa's attempts to flee her, grasping her face with one hand and piercing her with an intense stare that captured the blonde's attention through her fear. Not through a wish to know what was happening however, as Narcissa cared only to get as far away from the demented witch as soon as magically possible. But she also knew better than not to watch a wild animal. The moment one wasn't watching would be the very moment that the animal attacked.
Seemingly satisfied with Narcissa's eyes upon her, Bellatrix explained with a jumble of words, "I had an enchantment on a certain item, that it would pass on to my next of kin in the event of my death. And it did! But I couldn't have known whether it would go into you or Andr—" Bellatrix scowled at the name tripping herself up. "I couldn't have known if it would go to you or not! The spell wasn't that specific. But I made so it would into a person's body and it.. It was there. It was there, Cissy! You saved me! You brought me back and now I have it!" Bellatrix reached beside her like a child on Christmas morning reaching for a favorite present. Dangling the pendant before Narcissa's eyes, Bellatrix continued with a new tone of manic excitement in her voice, "This is our salvation, Cissy!"
Narcissa, still breathing quite shallowly and unable to slow her heart from the marathon it seemed to think it was running, only stared at Bellatrix with wide eyes, allowing her gaze to flicker to the round pendant only once. The small silver ball just a fraction larger than the average sized pearl hung innocently from a thin silver chain, the entire thing still flecked with the bloody evidence that it had been within Narcissa's body.
Her body.
With a sudden urgency, the witch ran one hand down her front, finding a thick scar leading from just below her collarbone and twisting down the center of her torso all the way to her belly button. Nausea overtook her senses as she registered the sickening fact that her sister, the one she loved more than the world, had just cut open her body to retrieve an item that she had spelled there.
"You.." Narcissa's voice was weak from withheld screams of agony. "…almost killed me.."
Bellatrix laughed loudly, seemingly over the horrendous act of cutting her sister nearly in half far more quickly than what could be deemed 'healthy'. "Cissy, I could never kill you, are you daft? We're linked! Killing you would be committing suicide, and I think the world could still do with a bit more work before I leave it." A wicked, mad grin had made a home on Bella's face, not assisting in the slightest with easing Narcissa's fears.
"What is it?" Beyond wishing to escape, Narcissa now wished to know what exactly it was that Bella had deemed so very important, to the point where she would risk her sister's death. Eyes shining as she held the pendant before them, Bella continued to speak, "What a pretty thing.. I am so happy to see you again.." Her cooing stopped as she took notice of Narcissa's inquiry. She leaned to the blonde witch's ear, as if to whisper a secret.
The words made Narcissa's blood run cold, knowing instantly that it was all due to that object that she had found it necessary to risk everything to bring her dead sister back to life, that the thing had brought her to the point at which she would take anything that Bella doled out with a minimum of rebellion. It was the most deranged act that Narcissa had ever known her sister to commit, though she had terrible suspicions of some other things the dark witch had done. It was the reason that the love she held for her sister had blossomed into the intense obsession she could not deny.
"It's a Horcrux."
The surface beneath the injured witch shifted without warning as Bella pulled her into yet another unwilling side along apparition, soft silken sheets stained instantly with the blood that still clung to the two of them. Narcissa was entranced by the swinging pendant, uncaring that the location had changed, awe coloring her voice, "You really did it. Just like Him." Bellatrix preened, proud to be compared to her fallen lord.
"So you see, Cissy? Do you see how important it was that I retrieve this?" Bella, though speaking brightly, held a note of pleading between the lines. What could Narcissa say? Yes, a Horcrux was most certainly quite a crucial object to keep safe, but the circumstances of Narcissa's resurrection of her sister now felt darkened even more than they already were. Was it truly she who wished to bring her sister back, or was it that little piece of Bella within that cried out for life once more? Was the little thing the reason that Narcissa had not felt the bond between them as keenly as the books had said they would, and why only when Bella cast powerful magic she felt the drain?
"Oh Cissy.. I knew I could trust you.." Bellatrix purred as she shifted Narcissa without requiring the witch's help, tugging her into a position that had her straddling the dark witch's lap. Nuzzling at the spot just below her jaw that Bella remembered so clearly would affect her sister without fail, the devious witch murmured seductively, "I'm so glad to have this done with.. It was so very difficult to do without you these long months.. But now.. Now I don't have to worry what might be influencing you, I can rest easily in the knowledge.." She brushed her lips along the curve of Narcissa's ear. "…that every time you cum, it is only due to me. And every scream.. You cannot deny that I alone drew it from your lungs. You're mine, Cissy, as is your every heartbeat, your each and every breath." Bella giggled, mad with lust and power and triumph.
Narcissa groaned, any fight she still had in her weakened body demolished by the gentle touches and caresses. Anger bubbled beneath the surface, but it only served to compound the desire rising in her belly, the lust that had been building the moment her sister touched her once more. Breathing out a moan as Bellatrix slipped her hand into the remains of her robes, Narcissa knew that her surrender would be absolute.
Delicate fingers danced up the ugly scar now marring Narcissa's body, tracing each twist that Bella's dagger had carelessly formed and her mediocre healing had inadequately mended. Fingers were followed by a hot tongue, the blonde's low groan was clearly approval as far as Bellatrix was concerned. Narcissa had yet to realize that Bella had brought them not back to her manor, but just upstairs in their sister's home, landing the two of them on Andromeda's four poster bed. Bellatrix took perverse pleasure in laying her witch back on the bed that the shamed would return to eventually, just to find it caked in blood and the unmistakable scent of a woman's arousal. There would be no doubt as to what had happened. Andromeda would certainly recognize the sight of her sister's pattern of destruction.
Slipping her hand down between Narcissa's soft thighs, Bella hummed in pleasure to find them slightly more rounded out than the last time she had had the pleasure of partaking of her sister's gem. Tongue continuing to caress the scar, molding into the dips and rises, fingers echoed the exploration. Narcissa took a hold of the dark witch's hand reflexively when it found that which they both desired, though only one currently had the courage, or rather lack of care as to location, to move forward. Bellatrix tipped her head to capture an already stiff nipple into her mouth, eliciting a squeak from the blonde, who released the dark witch's hand in her surprise. Taking advantage of the lack of resistance, Bella surge forward, pushing two fingers into her waiting sister's aching cunt. Were it not for the grip Bellatrix had on Narcissa's waist, she surely would have leaped from her.
Bellatrix picked up a slow rhythm, savoring the feel and the heat of the beautiful witch writhing and begging for more with her half lidded eyes. "Tell me", Bella murmured, not giving the blonde what she so clearly desired. It was about the thrill, the game, the need for yet another triumph. Narcissa gave what she knew Bella wished.
"Please", she pleaded, her hands lifting to cup Bellatrix's face. "Please, Bella, I need you." The speed increased, but not enough for Narcissa's need to be sated, as the elder witch very well knew. "Please, oh please", Narcissa tried again. Eyes barely remaining opened in her haze of need and unfulfilled desire, Narcissa released a growl of pure animal frustration at the sensation of Bella curling her fingers within her, pressing and brushing just the perfect spot that made her muscles simultaneously tense and release.
"Oh… Merlin.. Bella.." A cackle followed Narcissa's mumbled words.
"Which is it, Cissy? Merlin, or me?"
"You!", Narcissa cried as Bellatrix gave a particularly hard thrust. The declaration seemed enough for Bella, for now, as she pushed onwards with the hard thrusts, crouching and lowering her face to Narcissa's dripping heat, the tongue that flicked out gave only short, devilish tweaks. Narcissa's hands buried themselves in Bellatrix's thick curls, forcing her face to where she needed it most.
Pressing her hips upwards to take as much as her sister was willing to give, Narcissa's moans slipped together to form the darker witch's name. Weak flesh and a weaker heart conspired to bring her to a climax far more quickly than she had in quite awhile, Narcissa could feel Bellatrix's hungry grin on her sensitive bud.
"Bella!" Narcissa clamped her thighs around the witch's head, holding her as she rode out the most intense orgasm she had had in longer than she cared to count. Counting wasn't a priority at the moment however, as Bellatrix kept up with her onslaught, not letting up until the blonde could do no more than mumble, muscles twitching.
A feral grin, coated in Narcissa's own fluids, was the mask that Bella donned while she crawled her way up Narcissa's now beyond exhausted body. The afterglow of more than a few orgasms clung to the blonde's skin, giving it a shine that Bella allowed herself to bathe in for the present time.
Who knew? If they were very lucky, perhaps Andromeda would be home sooner rather than later. A good bout of agonized screaming was always a lovely dessert to accompany the main course.
