WHO: Bellatrix Lestrange WHERE: Lestrange Manor WHEN: Friday evening WHAT: Bella is home alone, and even the elves are not enough. RATING: PG STATUS: Complete | Closed
The house was large, and when she was younger, felt full. Bellatrix never really thought of how cold and dark this place could be, not while her husband had been there, not when her brother-in-law stopped by anytime. And not when her sister and the other Death Eaters came and went often. She would often get tired of how many people where in her home, and sometimes threatened Rodolphus with a nasty jinx if he did not send everyone home. But now, now Bellatrix longed for anyone to be there with her.
Pacing the large manor, Bellatrix had on her dark cloak, keeping it around her pale shoulders with her black hair down her back. She walked through the drafty rooms, dust settling on old pictures and pieces of furniture. She moved her hand to her neck as she looked around, most of the elves were staying away from her. They were scared of her and her moods, she was a lot less stable than she had been so many years ago. She was getting a bit better as the months wore on, but being alone, mostly, was not helping her.
Room to room, hallways, all of it bled together as Bellatrix found herself in her husband's study. She walked over to his desk and ran her finger tips along his papers and books. This had always been his space, his sanctum for lack of a better word. This was the one place she rarely came when he had been home, knowing it was his place and he often enjoyed his own solitude in here. Bellatrix looked around, the room reminded her of old times, times when she would come in and purposely tick him off, push his buttons until he stepped up and took control. She had always loved that, it was one of the things that kept her with him. Along with the respect she felt for the man.
"I need him home," she whispered to herself. She picked up one of the knives that was still on the desk and looked at the silver, "I need him home and I need him home now!" she knew no one was there to hear her, she closed her hand around the blade and watched as it cut into her skin. She could feel the bite and watched the blood seep down her hand and the handle. She heard the door open and a tiny voice, "Mistress needs anything? Marli can get it" she didn't look up and said, "no" when the house elf came closer it said, "Mistress needs a bandage." Bellatrix looked up and said, "I told you NO!" and with force threw the knife over the elves head and let it sink into the wall near the door. "GO AWAY!" she yelled, watching the elf pop out.
Bella sank into the chair behind the desk and just watched her hand. Blood, pain, it all went together for her, it made her feel alive, better. She watched the blood pool and felt her body relax a bit. It would be a long, long night.