~Children's games are hardly games. Children are never more serious then when they play.~
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Why was Mommy yelling at Bella again? The wicked woman's shrill wail echoed throughout the entire mansion, making it impossible to concentrate on anything but the raw expression. Daddy yelled at her to shut up from the bottom of the stairs, just leave Bella be for Merlin's sake! And Mommy would scream back at the top of her lungs – "Don't you tell me to shut up you bastard!" And Narcissa would huddle with Andromeda in the doorway and listen to the repetitive exchange. Did Mommy and Daddy hate each other? Why were they so mean to Bella? Why?
Their dark haired sister stalked out of the bathroom. Her hands were stained bloody. Narcissa gasped and dashed out from under Andromeda's comforting arm. "Bella! What did you do?"
Bellatrix Black observed her sister through a pair of haughty eyes that didn't belong on a ten year old, but strangely suited her dusky features. "I wanted to see what blood tasted like Cissy." And Bellatrix Black grinned a feral grin. She shoved her hand in Narcissa's face. "Would you like to try?"
Narcissa yelped. She jerked away from Bellatrix's hand – but not without glimpsing a drop on the very tip of her tongue. An uncontrollable fit of shivers wracked down her young spine at the copper taste.
"Disgusting brats," Druella muttered behind them. Narcissa heard her mother stomp back down the staircase. It didn't take long for the woman to engage her husband in yet another vicious battle of scratches and bruises. But Narcissa was to consumed by shock to care at all about her parents.
"So?" Bellatrix sneered. "What do you think Cissy? Are you a vampire?"
"It's cold," was all she could manage.
Bellatrix Black. For that ferocious woman, the term 'cold blooded' could only be taken literally.
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