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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 10, 2007 17:21:02 GMT -5
Bellatrix Lestrange had always been odd - since she was a child she was prone to her little 'fits' when someone angered her or something did not go her way. It had started quite innocently at first a child's screaming until they were blue in the face maybe smashing or exploding a few toys or vases it was when she entered her teen years it became obvious something was wrong with the eldest Black who's temper seemed to grow increasingly short and more violent with every week. Sadistic, manic depressive, paranoid schizophrenic, psychotic the words were printed about her every day in the news papers. She merely laughed it off the grasps of Azkaban having even made her once bright and childish laughter a sinister cackle.
It was that cackle that resounded lightly from her lips as she surveyed the mess around her that she had caused in her latest fit. Her long nails drummed against the arm of the plush chair she had collapsed in sunken green eyes observing the ripped up papers and thrown books she would have to clean up before the dark lord saw the fruits of her latest blow up. She was always left in this eerie state after such a turn where the whole world seemed to have come to a stop and nothing really felt real anymore - the screams of one of her victims in her dungeons would soon re-awake her.
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Dec 10, 2007 19:02:13 GMT -5
Waiting for Lucius to get out of one of his private audiences with the Dark Lord was tedious work, but someone had to do it, and it had to be her. She fretted that if it were anyone else, he'd have something to look forward to, but he had her. Don't know how much good that did him. Still, she browsed around and found herself at the door to the library, sighing softly as she peered through the crack in the open door. Sitting in an arm chair was her elder sister Bellatrix, and she didn't look too pleased.
Then again, when did Bella ever look pleased? Perhaps when she got what she wanted, torturing souls that were against what she fought for. That was what she admired most about Bellatrix - her dedication and loyalty to one cause, to one Dark Lord. He must have been proud of such a dedication and ambitious follower like her.
She gently nudged the door open and placed a small, weak smile upon her face. "Bella?" she called into the open room so as not to startle her sister.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 10, 2007 19:12:28 GMT -5
Bella was drawn from her thoughts at the soft sound of her little sisters voice glancing up a very rare smile graced her features at the sight of her sister. Bella could count the people she actually felt any emotion for on one hand, The dark lord, her husband, her sister and her cousin everyone else provoked very little reaction save disgust or hatred from her. She and her sisters were polar opposites while Bella sat with her wild black hair, her crazed eyes holding herself with utter confidence and seduction there was Cissy with her blond sleek hair, beautiful with a strange innocence to her interested Bella like a moth to light.
"Cissy." She whispered beckoning her sister into the destroyed room.
"Lucius keeping you waiting again?" She questioned an anger evident in her voice how she detested Malfoy and how she detested how he treated her sister - Cissy was destined for better things then Malfoys slave.
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Dec 10, 2007 19:22:45 GMT -5
Cissa knew how Bella detested her husband, for it was that obvious whenever Bella and Cissa were around each other. She had no explanation for why she was still drawn to the man; after all, she was enamored with him during school, but after that she started to feel her love for him fade. She supposed that she kept with him all this time for their son, as she knew she couldn't live without Draco.
"Yes, I'm afraid he is, but I suppose its for the better," she replied, pushing the door open further and walking inside the tattered room.
She pushed the door closed behind her and slowly glided over to Bella, sitting down on a couch beside her arm chair. Her dress was slightly more tattered than she would have liked, especially having fallen down a flight of stairs the other day and commanding, as she cried, that the house elf to not mention anything about the true occurances that day to anyone. She, though, turned her attention back to Bella.
"What are you doing sitting in her, Bella? I would've thought that the Dark Lord would have had you at his side during his meetings."
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 10, 2007 19:35:18 GMT -5
Bella watched her sister with interest her hand reaching out to curl a tassle of her blond hair thoughtfully as if they were still 5 again in one of her odd affectionate moments that many found unsettleing.
"The dark lord had a mission for me I am waiting to report him the good news." She let go of her hair gazeing over the rest of her sisters apperance crazed and rude perhaps but always observant when it suited her and her sister looked a lot less immaculate then she usually did.
"Rodolphus." She explained simply as she gestured to the mess around the room her sister knowing all about what others called 'disjointed' emotions. Another plain difference between Cissy and Bella were there husbands were as Cissy was kept as a tame housewife Bella expected her husband to obey her. Her relationship with Rodolphus Lestrange was one of the most unhealthy you would ever stumble across based perminantly upon sex and anger and a social standing.
"You should not wait for Lucius - it's not your job to tend his wounds when he's failed and is punished accordingly."
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Dec 10, 2007 19:55:22 GMT -5
Cissy almost mewed softly as Bella curled her hair around her thin, pale fingers. Oh, how she missed being young and naive. Her time with Bella was fawned upon even now as an adult, and though she knew she couldn't turn back time, she was still enamored by it. She loved Bella more than anything in the world.
"I do not tend his wounds," she replied coldly. "That is the job of the house elves, as they know his wounds better than I."
She gazed about the room some more and sighed, nodding her head to her sister, finding out that Rodolphus was the cause that left the room in ruins.
"Bella, I was wondering," she began, but then she her head, uncertain.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 10, 2007 20:00:55 GMT -5
Bella's hand came up to tilt her sisters face back so she was faceing her regarding her simply there was no other she spoke to like she did with Cissy save the dark lord. Even Rodolphus she could class as uninteresting every word from her sisters and the lords mouth she payed very close attention to knowing at some point it would be important.
"Speak." She commanded simply she had never had to ever demand anything of Cissy even when they were children.
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Dec 11, 2007 10:51:45 GMT -5
Narcissa sighed softly at her sister's command. Usually she could tell Bella whatever was troubling her, but today she couldn't. Or something. She didn't know what was going on. Nevertheless, she had to tell Bella something.
"Its nothing, dear. Just my wandering mind," she laughed it off. "Can't keep it focused on one thing for very long now-a-days."
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 11, 2007 11:13:08 GMT -5
Bella eyed her sister darkly obviously not beliveing a word she said.
"You should't lie to your only sister Cissy." She taunted lightly. It was years ago she had stopped classing Andromeda as a sibling - she wasn't worthy of that title not after what she had done to their noble family.
"You used to tell me everything when we were young," She whispered her hand returning back to push her sister hair behind her ear smirking to herself there were to many moments where Bella could not determin between her memorys and reality.
"Keep your secrets." She rose up from her chair finally with a simple flick of her wand the mess she had created slowly flying back into order.
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Dec 11, 2007 16:31:16 GMT -5
Was this Bellatrix Lestrange putting her younger sister on a guilt trip? Oh, that's what it seemed to be. She felt Bella's hand brushing hair behind her ear, and it almost drove her crazy at the mercy of her sister's touch. She inhaled deeply. Could she tell her about Lucius? Or about what she had seen Destrane for?
"Bella, I want to be more like you. You fight for your cause, and I'm as tame as a muggle housecat. I loathe this feeling."
[meh bad post. sowwie >__<]
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 11, 2007 17:32:42 GMT -5
Bella smirked darkly at her little sister watching her intensely, she wished to be more like her? To fight for the dark lord and their cause? She had always longed for her sister to truly join their ranks she was a Black - no Black was meant to be tied down by any man.
"Could you handle it Cissy?" She made her way forward until she was standing directly before her sister. "He is wonderful Cissy, he smells of power, his hands are so cold it's barely human but he is utterly beautiful, could you handle being in his presence, could you handle the blood, the screams of those filth?" She whispered that fanatical obsession burning wildly in her eyes it was no secret Bella was utterly devoted to the dark lord, inlove many would say if such a heart could feel such emotions and it was even more common knowledge that you would never meet anyone more sadistic then Bella.
"We are Black's Cissy, we are not made to be dominated by husbands." She smiled an odd excitement to her at the thought of her sister being one of them. Bella was the very first female to step into the darklords inner circle and always remained his right hand his most devoted supporter who would literally give him anything he wished for there were doors she could open for those she wanted to.
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Dec 14, 2007 10:22:26 GMT -5
Cissy watched Bella's eyes light up like a Christmas tree, her face gain some light as she described her one and only pasttime, her service to the Dark Lord. Narcissa knew what had happened on some of the missions, as Lucius told her things when he saw fit to, but oter than that she knew absolutely nothing, and it was this nothing that fueled her fire even more. She was, indeed, a Black, the middle child, and she was used to the domination of her parents and now of her husband, but would she stand for it any longer? She hoped not.
"I know, dear Bella, that I can handle everything. Feeling almost Muggle is driving me insane, I guess you can tell that, though, eh?"
Narcissa stood and swirled around. Bella's description og the Dark Lord made him sound damn near perfect, someone that was worth respecting and serving. Was she finally making a decision, to go and serve the Dark Lord instead of running the home that she barely had control in? She'd like to think so.
"The screams of those filth would just keep me going, darling Bella. And the blood is nothing more than what runs in the veins. If you ask me if I have the stomach for it, I will tell you I have more than enough to get by and enjoy it; if you ask me if I have the heart for it, believe me it is already growing cold and careless for anyone that I do not adore, and I have been in admiration of the Dark Lord for the longest time, but have not been able to show it. I was married almost right out of Hogwarts to a man that likes control moreso than me and will do anything to achieve it. Now I need some control."
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 14, 2007 14:16:21 GMT -5
"Then you shall have it." Bella whispered gently as she smiled at her sister a large proud smile, everything her sister had every desired Bella had done her upmost best to ensure she got it.
"There is no one above me in the inner circle." She spoke egotistically and to an extent it certainly was true mad yes but she was a very talented witch and her loyalty was never questioned and after the actions of last week... she was now so sure o one would closer to the lord then she was.
"It is time you broke from your husband - he's not worthy of your loyaly." She smiled fondly at her sister as she moved back to her chair throwing herself lazily back down in it her arms draped over the sides watching her sister intently pondering if she should tell her what she had so been dieing to share with the world since it had happened.
"Only the dark lord deserves such loyalty."
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