RP: Death Date: October 6, 2000 Characters: Bellatrix Location: muggle London Public/Private: Private Warning: Death/murder Summary: Bellatrix, as Snow White, interrupts a couple and there's death. Status: Complete
Bellatrix was a bit frazzled tonight. She had something deep inside her that just wanted out, like an animal was crawling at her insides and making her want to scream out in frustration. It had been too long since she'd done this, it was clear. It'd been too long since she'd given into the urge to play Snow White. Oddly, enough Snow White was a "princess" from muggle fairy tales, but what she did under Snow White's name and in the name of the Class of the Chrysanthemum was definitely not anything a princess would do. The name that the media - both muggle and magical - had pegged her amused her to no end; she strived to hold up the façade by placing a shiny red apple at each scene near the body, her calling card, and a mocking gesture toward the fairy tale her media name came from. It was her way of laughing at them all, her way of showing them she wasn't blind to the attention she got.
What Bellatrix was doing tonight couldn't be described as anything but "prowling". She was on the prowl for her next victim, for Snow White's next victim. The night was quiet as she walked around muggle streets, but no one seemed to be alone. It was like the universe was working against her, making it impossible for her to find a victim. Walking past an alley, she noticed in the darkness shadows. He could tell there were two shadows, but the shadows seemed to blend into one. They were clearly distracted as Bellatrix found herself turning and walking into the alley. They didn't notice and in the darkness she saw they were truly one. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as she was pressed against the stone wall and he had her skirt pulled up around her waist with the man's pants dropped around his ankles.
Walking up behind them, she didn't bother to do anything as she pulled out her wand and pressed it to the back of the man's neck. The girl screamed, and the man froze. "Oh," Bellatrix whispered sweetly, "did I kill the moment?"
The woman's hands pressed against the man's chest, trying to much him off her. Her eyes were wide with fear, her pupils dilated with fear. The man pulled back, but only to be stopped short as Bellatrix continued speaking. "I might as well kill the man. Raping someone in an alley… Such a… Avada Kedavra." The man was no longer frozen. As the green light came from the tip of her wand, cutting like a knife in the darkness of the alley, the woman screamed again as the man crumbled to the ground. It was just like that - one moment he was trying to pull out of her and the next he was on the feet between the muggle and Bellatrix.
"He-- He didn't--" The girl started, stumbling over her words in fright and looking down at the man she had been having sex with now dead.
"Oh, sweetie, I know he wasn't raping you. You little whore…" Her raised wand hovered between them for a moment before she just sighed. "Snow White says Avada Kadavra." The woman didn't have time to do anything as the green light flashed again, ending her life in a blink of an eye. The woman slid to the ground, her dead body falling on top of the man she'd been sleeping with.
Walking away from them, Bellatrix leaned down and picked up a rock. She easily transfigured the rock into a shiny red apple before walking back and placing it by the two bodies. The man was still half naked with his pants on the ground; the woman was sprawled on top of him, her skirt wrinkled yet nothing showed she was partaking in the sex that man clearly had been. Using her wand, Bellatrix levitated the skirt to the woman's ankles, revealing that her underwear was at her mid-thighs. Not there was no reason for everyone not to know that Snow White's newest victims had been having sex with they met their untimely demise.
Not even having created a winkle in her clothes, she turned and strode from the alley for them to be found in the morning in their disgusting positions. The beast that had been clawing inside her had quieted and she felt like a nice glass of wine at home to unwind was just the ticket before a good night's rest.