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Demand of Repossession by sapphire smoke

Prompt: The scent of unrequited love. (Choice 6)

Word Count: 1000

Ship: Bellatrix Lestrange – Narcissa Malfoy

Her hand is like a snake, the way it coils through her hair. Narcissa doesn't move, but she finds herself trembling a bit when lips brush against the back of her neck, making her close her eyes and try to will herself to stop this insanity. It's gone on too long; shredded her soul for too many years. But her sister's hands demand possession of her most prized trophy again as she grasps her hair roughly, pulling her back a little and holding her firmly in place.

"Did you miss me?" The hiss of madness in her voice floats through Narcissa's very core, chilling her blood. Such a loaded question. Bellatrix's lips are pressed to her ear, her voice emitting dominance and desire from the very thought of taking back what she felt she owned. What she did own.

"Every day," Narcissa breathes, because it was the truth. Every day she missed the touch of her skin, her breath on her lips. But it wasn't right. It killed her a little more; each passing affection they showed to one another that was less than pure.

But it was more than she could stop. Each commanding word that fell from her sister's lips, each look Bellatrix gave her; each look that made Narcissa feel desirable again... it was more than she could stop. Even Lucius couldn't make her feel the things her own flesh and blood could. It was intoxicating; it swallowed her whole and spit her back out again. It consumed her completely; the need, the satisfaction, the sin, the fear, the scent of unrequited love that filled her senses and made her feel weak at the knees.

"Because you love me," she taunts, a wicked smile adorning her features. Not a question, but a statement.

"Yes," Narcissa whispers, wishing she could turn to look into her eyes, but knowing she's to stay where she's held. She loves her, but it does not make her such a fool to think that she should anger her in any way. Her sister was dangerous; the madness that Azkaban brought her made her have such a deranged, yet childish look at the world.

"In love, even. Wouldn't you say?" Bellatrix continues to taunt her. She cackles a little, low in her ear. "Tsk, tsk, Cissy. Such a naughty girl. What would Mother say?" She bites her lower lip to stifle her glee at playing with her little sister in the only way she knew how to anymore. She pulls her around to face her suddenly before she steps forward, forcing Narcissa back up against the wall. Her breathing shallows as Bellatrix gets up in her space. "What do you think mother would say if she knew her perfect princess prefers to lie in sin?"

Narcissa doesn't rise to the bait. She may be weak when it came to stopping this affair, but she isn't one of Bellatrix's victims, either. She narrows her eyes and tells her, "What do you think she'd say if she knew it was her eldest daughter that took advantage of her perfect princess when she was too young to know any better?"

Bellatrix laughs; a cold, hollow sound. "I do love when you play, Cissy." Her fingers run through her long blonde hair as she strokes her like she's a prize worthy of a Queen. "Mmm…" she purrs. "You've grown prettier, you know."

"Lucius tells me that every day." It was a lie. Lucius barely acknowledges her anymore, but she wanted to ignite a passion deep in her sister. Oh, she loved when she demanded repossession.

Bellatrix's eyes flash in anger at the mention of Narcissa's husband and she withdraws her hand. "Don't speak his name when you're with me."

"He's my husband, Bella."

"He's a tool; a means to an end. I am your eternity," Bellatrix tells her, voice stern. Sometimes she sounds more like mother than she realizes. She commands a certain presence, a certain respect, just like she did.

"My eternity will be with someone who loves me as I love them," Narcissa tells her quietly, honestly, sadly. That was the one thing that tore her apart more than anything else: Bellatrix's inability to truly love. She only conquered everything around her, Narcissa included. That's why she needed it to stop, more than the guilt from the dirty sin they committed constantly.

"Don't dare presume how I do and do not feel, Narcissa," Bellatrix tells her, voice dangerously calm. "Regardless, why you fill your…" she presses her fingertip to Narcissa's temple hard and the blonde winces, "pretty head of yours with delusions of love and compassion, I'll never know. Those things don't exist. All…" she starts slowly, running her fingertip down Narcissa's cheek bone, "that matters…" she traces her lip with her finger and finishes, "is that I want you to be mine forever."

"That isn't enough."

It was barely a whisper, but it was said. Finally. Her eyes were trained on the floor in front of her, too scared to see the reaction from her eldest sister. The silence seemed deafening.

"What are you saying?" Narcissa doesn't answer. "Cissy!" she demands loudly, grasping her arm roughly and forcing her to look at her.

"I'm saying that being with you is destroying me!" Narcissa cries, finally. "Ow, Bella, you're hurting me!" The grip on her arm, instead of slacking, tightens.

"You…" Bellatrix starts slowly, "are mine."

"Take your hand off of me!" Narcissa exclaims, wrenching her arm away from her. She stumbles away from her, towards the door. Bellatrix's gaze is like ice. "I'm sorry," Narcissa tells her, guilt and pain filling her voice. "Really, I am. I love you Bella, more than I've ever loved anyone in my life. But this?" There's a pause, a silence that seems to slice the air. "This is wrong," she finishes.

"Cissy!" Bellatrix calls out as Narcissa starts to walk away. "Narcissa, come back here!" she screams, the demand to repossess louder, needier. Desperate.

But Narcissa never looks back.