Suffering For Desire
Chapter Three. The Fifth Day, of Cold and Understanding.
She was awoken suddenly, being shaken. She coughed and vomited out a sickly amount of water. A wand was pointed into her throat and a hoarse male voice shouted "Bella! Bella!" A rough hand slapped her across the face and she gasped, sitting up quickly to face her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange.
"What the fuck did you do Bella?!" he snarled at her. "You tried to fucking kill yourself?!"
"What?! N…no!" she stuttered, shivering wildly "I was d…drunk…"
She seen the wide cut across her arm, gasped and quickly slapped a hand over it.
"What?! You were drunk?! Well you nearly fucking died that's what!" she shouted at her. She managed to get up and pull her dressing gown on, then ran through into her bedroom, tears running down her face.
Rodolphus came in minutes later to find her sitting on her bed, cradling her knees, crying, a stream of tears running down her face dripping onto her porcelain skin. Rodolphus sat down next to her. She pointed her wand at the gash and it healed instantly.
"Look, I'm sor-" before he could finish a pallid hand struck him across the face. He froze with shock. Bellatrix turned fierce and screamed "GET OUT! You bastard! How dare you?!" he scurried towards the door and with one last malevolent glance he said "I won't be coming back, you hateful bitch". and left Bellatrix to lie on her bed, sobbing. She never liked her husband much after they got married, and now, she positively hated him.
In the early hours that night, without saying a word. She tied Nymphadora to a chair and magically poured cold water over her. Nymphadora gasped and panted, the room was still freezing. She untied her and left her there sobbing on the chair.
The only time she wasn't satisfied with another's misery.
When she walked into the dank room in the morning, another cigarette dangling from her long pale fingers. Nymphadora was lying dozing on the mattress, her limp form shaking with the freezing cold. Bellatrix sighed, exhaling the smoke and crouched down next to her. She traced a hand through Nymphadora's hair that had turned black from the stress, her once silky hair was like a mood ring. Bellatrix didn't feel like torturing her, she felt an emptiness inside, cold and hollow. Nymphadora was stirring between waking fully up again and drifting off back to sleep. Bellatrix didn't want to wake her, she was busy looking at her peaceful white face, silently bruised, darkened patches around her eyes from the suffering. She moved her face closer to Nymphadora's and traced a finger along her delicate cheekbone. Nymphadora was awake, but could feel Bellatrix there and decided not to open her eyes. She heard the screaming last night, of a frustrated Bellatrix in the mirror, and the whole of her argument with Rodolphus. Although she was furious at the torture Bellatrix had put her through, Nymphadora could understand, Bellatrix was isolated, her husband had left, Narcissa was sunken in her own depression plus she wouldn't talk to her after she nearly got Draco killed in an assignment, her Lord had disappeared away to Europe again. Her grand country house and filthy blood-traitor niece that she was keeping as a slave were the only things she had left.
Nymphadora opened her eyes but Bellatrix remained close to her, as Nymphadora knew she was there she wasn't startled by her. They both stared into each other's eyes, Nymphadora's a warmer green, Bellatrix's a warmer chocolatey brown. Their breath rattled out in a translucent steam in the bitter cold air of the room, this was the most comfortable both of them had felt in the past few days. After a few minutes Bellatrix stood up and offered a hand out to Nymphadora, she didn't know what to think but accepted Bellatrix's hand and stood up with her anyway, it was the most inviting she'd ever seen her be.