Bellatrix Lestrange (unyieldingstar) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-05-06 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/05 may, bellatrix lestrange, rodolphus lestrange |
Who: Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange
When: Wednesday night
Where: Piccadilly Circus, London
What: Chaos and carnage, aka "date night"
Rating: Violence and death
Status: Completed log
If Bellatrix had known of Rodolphus's private musings on romance in their relationship, she would have laughed. And then mocked him mercilessly. Eight years of marriage should have proven by now that flowers and chocolates most certainly were not the way to her heart.
This was.
Even growing up in London, Piccadilly Circus was ordinarily a place that Bellatrix avoided like the plague. The crush of Muggles, the garishly lit signs, it was everything she loathed about Muggles amplified to an impossible degree. But tonight... Tonight she could not think of any place she would rather be to carry out their plan of chaos and destruction. The mere thought of all of these Muggles trying in vain to flee from the magic they were going to unleash upon them was enough to thrill her.
And she had been sincere in her desire for Rodolphus's company on this expedition, even if her method of asking was more than a little unconventional. Their fight of two nights earlier was all but forgotten by the next morning (although she had been quite put out by her husband's decision to sleep elsewhere) and as far as she was concerned, everything had returned to the strange dynamic that passed as normalcy in their relationship.
From behind her mask - which was oddly not so out of place among these Muggles and their strange attire - she tilted her head towards Rodolphus and flashed an unseen grin. Her excitement, however, was still quite evident, from her posture to the flash of amusement in her eyes. "Pandemonium is all too easy," she said, her voice low and sultry as she lifted her wand and a giant flaming dragon of fiendfyre came flying out of the alley where they had positioned themselves, the beast's jaws snapping wildly at the now screaming, running and burning Muggles.
Rodolphus would not have opposed to heading out on his own to wreck havoc--muggle London ran rampant with ideal places for carnage and destruction, and he had no doubt that his fellow Death Eaters would relish in the opportunity to take the city by storm in the name of their Dark Lord. This was a mission that would accomplish two goals; first they needed to separate the "terrorism" plaguing the United Kingdom from Rodolphus' government. (He was unsure of how he would manage to keep the smile off of his face later than evening, after the ranks had done their worst, when he would have to go into the Ministry and proclaim the affair barbaric, vowing to put an end to the madness.) Secondly, they would represent Lord Voldemort's disapproval of the current state of society. They hadn't even really gotten started yet and Rodolphus already felt accomplished.
Bellatrix's enthusiasm for the task at hand, sent a shiver of anticipation up Rodolphus' spine. "Beautiful," he said with a relish, moving forward with the fire and using the blasting curse to take down the walls of buildings around the fleeing pedestrians, catching, crushing and adding to the injuries Bella's fiendfyre had already caused.
Despite the ease of casting the fiendfyre curse (at least for Bellatrix) maintaining control of her fiery creation was still a challenge. One that was well within her capabilities, but still took all of her strength to manage. It was at least one of the reasons that she had advised their brethren to steer clear of the area that night. Keeping the fire from turning upon herself or Rodolphus was one thing. Watching for other members of their ranks in the sheer chaos that was erupting all around them was another. And not something she wanted to bother with tonight.
The dragon was still holding its form, like some sort of terrifying Chinese fireworks display gone awry, and was flying through the dense crowd, swooping and diving and consuming everything and everyone it touched in flames. Between the roar of the fire and the screams of the terrified Muggles, the noise was deafening. Bellatrix laughed with an almost childlike, giddy joy as she too stepped out of the alley and gave a broad sweep of her wand to send the dragon in the other direction, chasing after a herd of panicking Muggles.
Rodolphus was throwing whatever came to mind at the fleeing muggles, throwing out everything from jelly-legs and body binds to using the imperius curse to get the muggles to turn on their heels and run toward the fire, throwing themselves into it. Small laughter became louder and more manic as Rodolphus got a little more creative, expelling entrails, combusting some of the animals here and there, all the while tearing down more of the surrounding buildings with blasting hexes.
Bellatrix's attention was diverted from her own creation of carnage as she took a moment to watch her husband work. And this was why she so enjoyed his company on these little expeditions. The sight of the Muggles turning and running into the flames under his command was a brilliant touch that she could not help but admire. Adrenaline, power and desire all coursed through her veins and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she turned back to her dragon, sending it flying this way and that. The distant noise of what sounded almost like a caterwauling charm seemed to be moving closer, adding to the cacophony and Bellatrix released her control of the fiendfyre, giving the great beast a life of its own as it continued its single-minded quest to destroy.
Attempting to speak over the din would have been a futile effort and so Bellatrix simply curled her fingers around Rodolphus's arm in a silent warning that she was no longer the master of the chaos they had created. Although the cursed fire was still some distance from them and clearly more than satisfied with the veritable feast of Muggles they had provided, she knew well enough that could change at any moment. And the idea of being forced to destroy her own creation was not one that appealed to her. Not when the prospect of leaving the thing to tear through all of Muggle London was so very exhilarating.
Rodolphus stopped for a moment, watching Bella's creation tear about with enthusiasm, consuming everything and everyone in it's path. It was an intoxicating sight, and the touch of her hand on his arm sent the adrenaline coursing through him and his heart was beating wildly in his chest. He threw a few more blasting hexes toward muggles caught and falling and clamouring over one another in fear, throwing them against the rubble and what remained of many of the buildings.
Although she had certainly done more than her share in the general creation of chaos, Bellatrix still could not resist the urge to throw a killing curse at a screaming Muggle girl who ran past them with what used to be her hair now a mass of smoke and fire. The girl crumpled to the ground, followed by two more of the Muggles who strayed too close. And then it was time to go. Whatever passed for Muggle authorities were starting to arrive and while quite a few of them were quickly meeting their end, the Ministry would undoubtedly be fast on their heels as soon as they figured out that this situation was so very far out of their control. Faster, even, once the Dark Mark appeared in the sky.
"Morsmordre!" The incantation was reverent and all but inaudible, but the effect was still the same. Her breathing was hard and heavy, both from exertion and excitement as Bellatrix took a moment to admire the giant green skull and snake that now illuminated the sky. She knew they needed to go and her fingers tightened around Rodolphus's arm as if she was going to apparate them, but between the flames, the ruined buildings, the bodies and their Lord's mark, the sight was oh so compelling.
Rodolphus stood transfixed for a moment, before remembering that they were on a time limit. Soon, Ministry authorities would be notified and he would be called into the office. There was only a short window between now and then in which he and Bellatrix would be able to resolve the surge of emotion and adrenaline that was consuming them both. He gripped her and pulled her in side along apparition back to the Manor grounds before leading her through the house straight to their chambers.