Chapter Four: Bellatrix- No Bloody Cigarettes

"Bellatrix..." Lestrange moaned, his voice filling up the empty night.

Bellatrix gripped his chest tightly, breathing heavily. Rivulets of blood began to roll down Lestrange's pale chest as her nails tore into the skin.

Screaming in a mix of pain and pleasure his back arched up, thrusting his bloodied chest into the heavens. He fell with a thud back onto the damp bed his whole body heaving in ecstasy.

Bellatrix bent forward, her breasts pressing against his stomach and kissed his nipple, slightly biting it. Lestrange groaned, pulling his hands through her wild auburn hair. Slowly her tongue began to move down his body lapping up droplets of blood. A small pool of it had formed in his navel and she didn't hesitate and began sucking it up while her tongue caressed his quivering skin.

For a second his hands were pressed firm against her thighs but slowly they slipped away as Lestrange fell into a deep-exhausted sleep.

Bellatrix sat back up and peered through the dark at the empty room. The rest of the girls had cleared out quickly when clothes started to fly. She smiled devilishly.

Below her Lestrange began to snore softy. She rolled off him and felt around for her wand. As her fingers wrapped around its base she whispered a spell and the tip lit up.

Holding it above her head Bellatrix began to search around for a pack of cigarettes. She dug through a pile of dirty clothes by her bed, her side table drawer, and the back pockets of Lestrange's pants, which were hanging from the headboard. Nothing.

Now completely craving the nicotine she growled and got out of bed. The stone and night air were cold against her naked body as she began to rip into her trunk. Books were scattered, papers strewn, but still no cigarettes.

"I NEED A BLOODY CIGARETTE!!!" She screamed, throwing a combat boot at Lestrange.

He shot out of bed, rubbing his eyes and looked around confused. As his eyesight focused he saw a fuming Bellatrix staring angrily at an empty cigarette package.

"Where are the cigarettes?" she said in a low dangerous tone, looking up at Lestrange.

"You smoked my last one this afternoon," he muttered, still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

Bellatrix lifted up her hand and studied the small circular burn on the palm. She brought it to her nose trying to catch any remaining whiffs of smoke. Her tongue flicked out trying to lick up any taste.

Silently Bellatrix shook her head and bit her bottom lip

"Don't worry I'll go and get some," Lestrange said drowsily, pulling a black shirt over his well-toned body, covering up the red stains.

"I'm coming too," Bellatrix snapped out of whatever state she had been in. She grabbed a black skirt off the floor and slipped her slender creamy legs into it.

"Bella..." Lestrange began, finally waking up.

Bellatrix gave him a stare that dared him to continue that sentence as she tied up a corset top.

"Okay you'll come. But remember no playing around like last time..."

Bellatrix laughed at that and began to twirl around the room. "Oh come on," she whimpered wrapping her arms around Lestrange, "It was fun."

"Yeah it was until that vampire almost bit you." Lestrange grabbed a sack of money from Bellatrix's trunk.

"He was only flirting. You're just jealous," she poked his chest and gave him a big grin.

"Whatever. Let's get out of here," he buttoned up his black leather jacket, made sure his wand was within reach, and walked out into the common room.

Bellatrix ran out behind him while trying to tie her combat boots with a spell. "Damn, ruddy, spell," she hissed bending over and finishing the job.

"Come on," Lestrange commanded as they moved passed several girls curled up in chairs sleeping.

Bellatrix tossed a spell at him. It flew passed the side of his head and slammed into the stone wall. "I'm in charge," she growled as all the girls sat up in fright.

He held up his hands and moved out of the way, while Bellatrix told the girls it was okay to go to the dormitory now and that in the future they shouldn't be afraid of every little noise.

They muttered sweet obscenities under their breath as they sluggishly went off to bed. Bellatrix bared her teeth at their backs and grabbed Lestrange's arm.

"Let's get out of here," she walked through a wall and out into the main dungeon, with Lestrange right behind her.

"So how are we getting' to Hogsmeade?" Lestrange asked as they moved down the dark dungeon corridor.

"I'm thinking it might be best to just walk right out of here and apparate outside the gates to the HogsHead." Her combat boots made a loud thud as they hit the stone floor.

"Sounds good... but maybe we should use the path under Honeydukes. I mean that way we don't have to get through the WHOLE school and out the main doors and stuff," Lestrange's voice faltered as Bellatrix gave him a withering look.

"What is the little girl afraid of a few goody two-shoes prefects?" she teased, staring at his reddening face, "Well get over it. I'm bored at the moment and a few little Prefects to play with won't be altogether dull." Her voice became low and sultry as she blew lightly into his ear.

"Well... I... that is..." Lestrange stuttered, trying to search his brain for a way to regain his manliness.

"Stuff it. I don't want to give any of those nasty do-gooders a heads up." Stealthily she slipped into the shadows becoming just another aspect of the night.

Lestrange rolled his eyes, asked himself why he put up with this madness and then remembered earlier that evening. Smiling smugly he followed her into whatever mischief would come their way.

They didn't have to wait that long either. As Bellatrix and Lestrange moved up the stairs leading to the upper part of the castle a prefect stepped right in front of their path. It happened too fast and Bellatrix wasn't ready for it, she had prepared for a sneak attack on a poor unsuspecting prefect not for one to just walk right into her.

The Hufflepuff was already mid-leglocker curse when Bellatrix, not having her chance to play, slammed her fist into his jaw. Flecks of blood disappeared into the dark and the prefect was splayed across the ground.

Before moving on Bellatrix jabbed her foot into his side harshly to make sure he was out cold. Lestrange looked down at the boy with pity as he moved after her.

Their path was unobstructed right up to the Entrance Hall where several prefects were prowling around. Bellatrix smiled, up to the challenge of one to four, and pulled out her wand. Lestrange would've helped but he knew Bellatrix wouldn't forgive him for interrupting her fun.

Quietly she moved up behind the first one and pointed her wand at the girl's neck. "Silencio," Bellatrix muttered just as the Ravenclaw was about to scream. The girl grabbed her throat and stared wide eyed as Bellatrix moved in front of her.

"Hello doll," she purred, toying with her wand, "And how are we tonight?" The girl stood there in fear as Bellatrix began to caress her face. "Such a pretty little face. It really would be a pity to mar it, but then again all the more reason."

Lestrange stood there watching with intense pleasure as Bellatrix tortured the girl. She would whisper unforgivable curses and just miss the girl's head. Finally as tears began to roll down the prefect's face Bellatrix stepped away from her victim and raised her wand. With a fluid flick of her wrist and a muttered curse Bellatrix sent the girl straight to the floor stunned.

"I guess I'll spare you're face because you were so nice," Bellatrix whispered into the girl's ear. "But you're memory of me will have to go. Obliviate."

As she slipped away Bellatrix blew the girl a kiss.

Lestrange waited as Bellatrix took out the other three prefects without even breaking a sweat.

Adrenaline was rushing through Bellatrix's veins as they stepped out into the cold November night. She had so much energy now that she initiated a quick bout of heavy kissing with Lestrange. As he reached up her shirt she pulled away and straightened out her clothing.

"Well let's get going," she commanded, already marching off to the gates. Lestrange rearranged the crotch of his pants and followed.

Outside the iron gates Bellatrix pulled out her wand and with a loud snap disappeared. Lestrange pulled out his own wand and disapparated, reappearing again in front of the HogsHead tavern. A crusty old sign, depicting an image of hog's head dripping blood onto a tablecloth, squeaked in the frosty night breeze.

Lestrange opened a door with murky windows and let the velvety smoke within tangle about him and draw him inside. Bellatrix was already at the front counter ordering a couple of fire whiskeys.

Lestrange sauntered up to her side and grabbed one of the shot glasses. He poured it into his mouth. The liquid burned his throat in a pleasant tingly way as it went down. Wiping any extra from his lips he slammed the small glass back onto the counter.

Bellatrix smiled at him and tipped her glass elegantly to her mouth. As her neck bent back to gulp the drink the man next to her gaped and reached out to touch her. Lestrange growled at the pale man, who pulled away nodding his head gracefully.

"Blood sucking freak," Lestrange muttered under his breath.

"Insignificant mortal," the vampire hissed, moving away from the bar.

Lestrange's gaze followed the vampire out the door. Then his eyes began to roam across the smoky room. There was a group of young men, or what looked like men since they were cloaked, sitting in the corner sipping from crystal wineglasses with a thick red substance in them.

At the table next to them was a really hot Veela flirting with an old balding man. Lestrange admired her legs, which were creamy and slender. She caught his glance and her eyes became stormy. Lestrange turned away knowing that the old guy would be dead the next morning.

The rest of the clientele were just you're regulars a few hags, several wizened wizards, and the worn travellers. One of the vampires in the corner sniffed loudly and turned to Lestrange, who bared his teeth. The creature smiled and turned away.

"Are we about ready to go?" he whispered to Bellatrix.

Bellatrix looked up from the discussion she had started up with the young man behind the counter.

"You can go now," she said coldly turning back to the guy with provocative twist in her smile.

"Okay HONEY." The last word was forced to warn the other guy that she was taken. The guy just shook his head and leaned over to whisper something into Bellatrix's ear. She laughed and slapped his arm.

"You naughty boy."

Lestrange shook his head angrily and stomped away. "I have to piss," he thought as he passed the bathrooms.

An awful stench assaulted his senses as he pushed open the wood door. Along the far wall hung a long wooden trough where most of the smell seemed to be coming from. Holding his arm up to his face Lestrange trudged through the littered floor. Cigarette butts, used condoms, and needles were everywhere.

Unzipping himself Lestrange stared into the mirror above the trough.

"What a weird place to put a mirror," he thought as he unloaded his waste.

His head bent back in elation as his body contracted to push out the last bit.

Lestrange felt something cold touch his neck but when he looked into the mirror there was nothing there.

A cold clammy hand began to move up his shirt, petting his silky skin with a sort of animal hunger.

Lestrange instantly twisted around now facing a hooded figure. Slowly the same hand that had caressed him moved up and pulled the hood down.

A young man with a pearly white face stared flirtatiously at him. "You smell like blood," he moaned in a boyish voice full of age.

Lestrange looked down at himself and remembered the blood Bellatrix had drawn earlier.

"Just one taste... that's all I want," the vampire begged moving closer.

"Okay," Lestrange found himself saying even though he wanted to scream no. As the boy began to lean his body against him Lestrange tried to move but couldn't.

The vampire's eyes maliciously glowed as a set of huge fangs pressed teasingly against the skin right below Lestrange's collarbone.

"GET OFF MY BOYFRIEND!!!!" Bellatrix screamed stepping into the trashy room.

The vampire jumped away and crouched like a cat on the ground. He hissed and bared his teeth.

Bellatrix did the same thing back. "I'm the only one allowed to suck Lestrange's blood. Got that you little punk?"

The vampire nodded and looked sadly at Lestrange. "Bye," he whispered to Lestrange moving out of the bathroom.

Bellatrix let out a long horrible hiss, shooting specks of spit everywhere.

"What is your problem?" she snapped turning to Lestrange. "Were you planing to let him suck you dry?"

"Well..." Lestrange tried to explain.

"Forget it let's get out of here."

"Did you get the cigarettes?"

Bellatrix gave him a wry smile. "Yes and something better."

"Really?" Lestrange raised his eyebrow.

"Oh yes. The bartender liked me," she grinned at Lestrange.

"Well whatever... I just want to get out of here. I've had enough of this crowd for one night."

"Pity that vampire seemed to like you," Bellatrix laughed disapparting.

"Whatever," Lestrange said and with a loud crack disappeared from the room.

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A/n: I loved that chapter. Sorry about the wandering at the end I just wanted to give the story a bit more character depth. Hopefully I succeeded. Anywho I hope I didn't like freak anyone out, which would suck. LOL. Well ciao till next chapter.