I know, both Bellatrix & The Dark Lord are out of character, and I am sorry for that. Both their characters are rather complex, especially if it comes to 'feelings', this was the best I could do. Still I hope you like it :)
Mistakes are possible, I am still learning & improving my English. Over ten years of studying British English in school, got messed up from three month US, so it is very possible that I switch between American and British English in my story, sorry for that.
Disclaimer - Only Saiph & the Plot belong to me.
Ten.
"What do you think you are doing?" asked she cold, watching her younger sister leaving her chambers. "I checked on Saiph" was all the blonde responded shrugging, as if it was the most normal thing to do. "You left her quite puzzled, you know. I think she felt like she'd done something wrong" Bellatrix knew her sister was right, but still it wasn't her place to check on Saiph. Saiph was her daughter, not Narcissa's. She had Draco. "I know. I am sorry I left her like I did. But still I hardly doubt she needed you to check on her" Bellatrix' voice was rather low as she continued to speak "Besides, it should be you, believing you've done something wrong. Not my daughter" – "Excuse me?" the blonde couldn't believe what she was hearing, how could Bella dare to judge her, especially after everything she did for her and her daughter. "So you simply forgot to tell me how Saiph had found out she was my daughter?" the blonde wasn't able to form a proper response before her sister had entered her chambers with a "Thought so", leaving her sister behind.
She was sleeping on her bed. Probably fell asleep while waiting for her mother's return.
Afraid to wake the sleeping girl, she only approached her bed carefully. Narcissa had been right, she had left Saiph believing she had done something wrong, what she now regretted. Her daughter hadn't done anything wrong, Narcissa was the one to blame.
"Mother?" Saiph's tired voice pulled the older witch away from her thoughts. "I am sorry Saiph. I never should have left you like I did." The girl only nodded, not able to keep her eyes open any longer. "We'll talk tomorrow" Bellatrix whispered, tugging the girl under the duvet. "Now sleep" again a nod in response, before Saiph's steady breathing filled the air surrounding them.
Bellatrix watched the young girl for a while, only to decide she'd spend the night next to her sleeping daughter.
Rounding the bed, she carefully lied down next to the young witch.
Still, she wasn't able to believe it. Right next to her was her daughter, sound asleep. "You never were planned to exist. You never were planned to find out who you really are and yet, still you are here. With me" she whispered smiling, slowly reaching for her daughters face to tug a lose curl behind her ear. "I promise you, whoever is responsible for what happened almost sixteen years ago, will die a painful death"
She had watched her daughter sleep, for the last hour or so. Everything on her, reminded the dark witch at an almost forgotten past. A past which were never supposed to exist. Just like Saiph herself. And yet, there she was, lying in her bed next to the sleeping form of her daughter, watching her sleep.
Bellatrix closed her eyes, trying to resist the urge to dive into the girl's thoughts and memories again. She knew it was easier with her daughter asleep. She wouldn't notice this time, believing she was dreaming.
Sighing deeply, she opened her eyes again. "I am sorry" she muttered, before invading her daughters mind, telling herself that maybe her memories and thoughts were the key to a closer relationship between them.
"I said no!" a stern female voice was the first thing the dark witch noticed before she was even able to gain knowledge of her surroundings. "But I want to!" a children's voice responded. Following the voices Bellatrix entered a living room, starring at a little black haired girl with messy curls. A raven haired woman looked down onto her. – The Muggle woman who raised her, thought Bellatrix. "That's not fair! I want to go too!" an angry foot stomped onto the ground. "Why does Mickey get's to go but not me?" – "He is eight, you are three" was all she got as respond before the woman left the living room, leaving the little angry girl behind. Bellatrix didn't understood about what they had fought, but it didn't matter to her. Rather important was that she could – curiously indeed, watch her daughter. And the old witch only knew too well that the little black angle was about to throw a tantrum.
'Dump Muggle' she smiled to herself when she watched how the little girl stomped furiously thought the neat looking living room. Only to grab the first fragile and expansive looking thing she could find and reach – a white vase with flower ornaments, to send it flying against the wall. "UNFAIR!" she yelled, watching with satisfaction written across her features how hundreds of tiny pieces crashed onto the floor. "If I don't get to go, Mommy has to stay here cleaning up as well" she mumbled, reaching for a large picture frame.
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"I hate you!" cold, harsh words were the next thing Bellatrix could hear. "Oh, you do?" asked a voice sounding mockingly in response. As her vision cleared she was able to see a maybe seven year's old girl with almost black eyes and pale porcelain skin. The girl had a wicked smile plastered on her lips. The brown haired boy – probably around the same age, didn't respond. He only glared at the girl in front of him.
"Well, I hate your soldier" the girl continued after a moment, still smiling. "He just doesn't fit into the picture with Barbie and Ken" – Who? Bellatrix thought, only to notice that by pure will power the girl managed to set a toy soldier on fire. Smiling, she watched how it burned down, only leaving ashes behind. The fire disappeared as quickly as it had started. "But still I don't yell at it, do I?" she asked almost sounding dangerous. "I accept your soldier and let it live together with Barbie and Ken. Don't I?" if it wasn't for the cold look hidden in black orbs and the still dangerous smile lingering around the girl's lips, some easily could have mistaken the situation.
The boy now frightened, backed slowly away. "Oh no Brandon, where are you going?" she asked with a soft voice. "You won't tell Mrs. Ritter what just happened, will you?" she asked with a challenging look in her deep brown eyes. "No…no Saiph…I won't" the boy mumbled. Still trying to keep a rather big distance between himself and the girl. "Good. I already was afraid I would need to tell my mother, that you were the one who had torn my Barbie's apart" – "But it wasn't me who did that! I SWEAR!" the boy almost yelled. "I know" Saiph smiled coldly, sitting down again. And if nothing had happened, she continued to play with the dolls in front of her, expecting the still frightened boy to join her.
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As Bellatrix opened her eyes again, she found herself in a white panted room, with one emerald green wall. An older Saiph – much older than in the other memories she had seen, was sitting on a dark wooden bed, with her bare feet dangling mere centimeters over the wooden floor.
The older witch approached the young girl slowly. Saiph's facial expression was blank, her eyes empty. A sudden flash of anger moved across her features, followed by a "I said I am not hungry, didn't I?" the faint sound of steps moving downstairs faded and caused a grin to spry across Saiph's lips.
"Milou?" she almost whispered next. Again, her expression as blank as before. Seconds later the door to her room burst open and a brown-ish, black dog entered her room. "Close it" she ordered without looking at the dog. But still unable to hide the satisfaction in her dark orbs when she heard the sound of a closing door. Seemingly happy and proud the dog placed himself right in front of the girl. "Didn't I order you to stay in my room and wait for me there?" she asked the dog with a dangerously low voice. With a whining sound the dog responded, lowering his head. "And still, I find you sleeping downstairs, on the couch…next to…to…them!" she spat the last word, and Bellatrix believed to see something like disgust moving over Saiph's face. "Oh Milou" she sigh, patting the dogs head softly. "I am your Mistress. I alonegive you orders!" the older witch was too distracted by the sudden change of emotion's moving though her daughter's features and voice, to notice that the dog suddenly flinched in pain. Smiling, she kept on moving her hand over the dogs head "But I believe, you'll learn from your mistake, won't you?" the dog whining in pain, seemed to bark a response. "Good" a satisfied smile moved over Saiph's lips and the dog stopped to whine.
Sitting down again, she watched happily how the dog curled himself around her still dangling feet, visibly enjoying the brush of her toes across his fur.
"So you really are your father's daughter" mumbled Bellatrix, disappearing further beneath the duvet, as sleep finally claimed her.
It had been month, since he last had touched her. Three and a half, to be exactly.
After she had told him she was pregnant, after that last night together he hadn't dared to get closer to her. 'As…unexpected as the news come ,I am pleased to know that you are carrying my heir' he had told her that last night, moving his hands across her still flat belly, and she wasn't able to hide the smile moving across her lips. After all, she had expected a much more horrible reaction. Not in her wildest dreams had she imagined to please him with her news.
Sighing heavily, she moved her hands over her belly, feeling the slight visible baby bump. Only those who knew, would be able to see it. But apart from her and the Dark Lord did nobody knew about her still well hidden secret. She knew it wouldn't take long till she wouldn't be able to hide her baby bump beneath layers of robes, at least then she had to tell her sister she was pregnant, surly leaving out the fact who had fathered her child.
That night, he had ordered her, to look after herself and the still unborn. As much as it did displease her, still she caught herself more often staying behind, operating from the shadows then running up front.
But that wasn't what bothered her since month, no she could deal with taking a step back, for a while at least. But she could deal with the growing distance between herself and the Dark Lord. She didn't understand why he suddenly seemed to push her away. Was it his goal from the start to produce a suitable heir? And now since she was pregnant with named heir, he didn't needed to be around her anymore?
Fighting the urge to believe her own thoughts, she turned around, facing the big window next to her. "At least I do have you" she mumbled, covering the small baby bump with her hands.
The faint crack from an opening door, didn't caused her to turn around. Believing it was only the git Rodolphus, wanting to confront her with whatever disturbed theory he had about Bellatrix and the Dark Lord, she continued to face the window, pretending to be asleep.
Feeling the mattress shift, she slightly stirred. Bellatrix and her dear husband Rodolphus hadn't shared a bed since the day they got married. "No need to pretend Bella. You can not fool me", with her eyes wide open, she slowly turned around. "My...Lord, please forgive. I believed you to be Rodolphus" the Dark Lord smirked. "He won't be back until tomorrow evening, I believe. I send him together with your brother in law, Rabastian on a mission" he responded, his voice rather soft.
Still unable to process, she only starred at her master, in utter disbelieve. Never before had he visited her in her chambers. Slowly, she sat up. Her hands still resting on the barely visible bump. "How are you, and the child?" he asked, focusing her hands and what was beneath them. "Good. According to the Healer everything is fine" she replied. The dark wizard stayed silent. "I doubt he'd misinform me, my Lord. Knowing he his risking his life" now it was Bellatrix' turn to smirk. Still, he was silent.
"My Lord?" Bellatrix asked carefully, still not able understand why he had come to her, at this hour.
Instead of a reply, Bellatrix suddenly felt his lips crashing down on hers. Gasping in surprise, she parted her lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slip past them, to dance around her own. His fingers tangled themselves into her black curls, pulling Bellatrix closer to him. Carefully, she sneaked her arms around his neck, afraid he'd push her away. But he didn't, he only deepened the kiss further and Bellatrix couldn't help herself but moan into the heated kiss. She could feel him smirking against her, enjoying the effect he had on her.
Eventually, he pulled away. Only to rest his head against hers. The dark witch could feel his hot breath tickling her cheeks, probably as much has he could feel hers as she gasped for air.
"I never should have tried to stay away from you" he breathed. "I knew from the first day I tried to, that I'd fail eventually." Bellatrix couldn't suppress the smile from moving across her beautiful features, finally having prove that she had quite an effect on him too. "But I had to" he continued, ignoring the smile on the witches face. "I couldn't risk that something could possible happen to the child" now it was Bellatrix turn to ignore, that he addressed their child, only as the child.
Carefully, he moved his left hand away from her neck and towards her belly. "Never, I could forgive myself if I would cause any damage to it." Bellatrix nodded carefully, finally understanding where his actions came from.
He had always wanted an heir, maybe not now, maybe not with her…but now he had her pregnant, with his heir and now he couldn't risk anything.
"But I just can't stay away from you any longer" he almost whispered, closing the small gap between them.
Bellatrix' eyes flutter open, it took her eyes a moment to adjust to the bright light surrounding her. Still panting and if only from the memory of their kiss, she smiled to herself. Yes, she had had quiet an effect on him. Especially in the last month of her pregnancy with Saiph.
He almost had – often to his own displeasure, fulfilled every wish or desire she had had. And now? He wasn't even looking properly at her, not even when she told him from Saiph. What had happened? What caused the distance he build between them this time?
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