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inbloodwelust (inbloodwelust) wrote in seditio_wayback,
@ 2008-07-06 17:52:00

Young Bella and Roddy - a Blast From The Past
Who: Bellatrix Black and Rodolphus Lestrange
When: summer after their first year at Hogwarts
Where: home, in Northumberland
Rating: tba, but probably high, consider the source

The first year at Hogwarts was over, and what a year it had been, more exciting than Rodolphus had ever thought possible. So many firsts, so many possibilities. Even at his young age, he knew that magic was a force in his life to be reckoned with, it had been pretty much installed in him since birth. It was and would remain his life, and this he knew. He had been sorted into the house where all great dark wizards came from, taking his place among his peers.

And shalt be what thou art promised...

Prophetic words indeed.

Best of all, he had Bellatrix there by his side to celebrate. Bella, his best friend and constant companion. There was no one like her in the whole world, and he appreciated her uniqueness greatly. He spent as much time with her at school as he could, and back at home, it was only natural that they be together. He had taught her how to kill, and they had gloried in the spilling of blood, sharing in the bloodlust that consumed them more often than that, a preoccupation that transcended everything else, as well as their shared interest in the blade - Rodolphus adored her for that, of course. There were no other females like her, anywhere.

It was a bright summer day, but they were in the woods between their homes. Rodolphus was annoyed and aggravated, his nose out of joint at an imagined slight by a house elf, and he was using the knife to carve up the corpse of a small squirrel they had killed, deftly eviscerating it - either one could perform an autopsy at a moment's notice, they were so skilled at it. He squatted over the body, mumbling oaths of great profanity, his face flushed in his irateness.

Killing me Softly, Roberta Flack

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inbloodwelust
2008-07-07 10:57 pm UTC (link)

The house elf was actually innocent of what wrongdoing he may have committed, but he realized that he was in trouble - deep trouble - and he started moving his lips as if to speak, blood streaming from his mouth from the tip of his tongue, and whatever he might have said was unintelligible due to his severe fright.

Rodolphus' glance of delight flickered between the victim and the victimizer. Bella was every bit as sadistic as he was, and the knowledge thrilled him. She was his cohort in crime, his partner in mayhem, his better half - although the true meaning of that concept would not become apparent for a few years yet. As of yet, they were sexless, they were innocent (at least in that regard), they were appetites not yet awakened and which once brought to life would demand constant gratification - they were demons in the form of children, who were in the process of discovering their soul's contentment.

"Do it, Bella," he urged her, "take an eyelid. Sod it, take two..." Rodolphus realized that there was no surviving what they were about to do, so why not? The creature would have no further use for them.

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noir_pur
2008-07-07 11:33 pm UTC (link)

To them, it was enough of an offence that deserved such extremities. As the blood rushed from his mouth, as though a very vein had been sliced, Bellatrix seemed void of that almost permanent grin she had before. Instead it was narrowed eyes and intense, borderline lustful stare. Although, at such a young age, she had not come to terms with the true definition of lust, but it was the closest thing to. As though teasing him were the best option, though she had no knowledge of even doing such, the tip of her own tongue slid over her lower level of teeth. Noting the difference and freedom she had yet the slave Mayfalk was to his pain.

Hardly glancing, she could feel Rodolphus' stare upon her. Without a word, she knew that he had the same thoughts as she. Like one hand causing the pain, one mind creating the torture. She was the mind and he was the hand. It was beautiful and fascinating, just like the crimson river seeping from a live soul.

Reaching over the elf, she gingerly took the knife from Rodolphus' hand. She had yet to acquire one of her own. And with complete intent on her victim and steadied hands like a surgeon, she used the left to pluck away the protective skin from the eye and the other to saw away until the flesh dangled between her fingers.

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inbloodwelust
2008-07-08 12:22 pm UTC (link)

The house elf writhed beneath the girl's touch, but resistance was futile, for Roddy thrust the wand against the creature's chest and warned him that he would send a shock through him such as to cause his heart to stop immediately. And Mayfalk ceased to struggle but his trembling could not be stilled and the mute screams which attempted to exit his bleeding mouth at Bella's ministrations.

"Wonderful, Bell," he praised her, his eyes glowing with the admiration he felt for his companion, taking the bleeding flesh from her fingers, their own fingers brushing against one another as the gore covered them both. But he cared not, the feel of blood was not anathema to him, rather it was a familiar comfort, one which in future would become an aphrodisiac as their bodies joined in unholy congress amidst the sanguinity of their victims. But that was then and this was now, and it was warm and velvety and pleasing to the touch...

"Shall we cut off the fingers next?" he asked, seeking to know her preference in the matter. She was welcome to cut as much or as little as she liked. He would do the rest, if she preferred, if she wished to torture him in other ways. Her choice. Even now he followed her lead, in deference to what their relationship was, and to what it would always be.

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noir_pur
2008-07-08 02:18 pm UTC (link)

Chin lifted, as the expression that took consumed her face rushed through every aspect of her body. Spine straightened, her jaw proud and yet there wasn’t a single, extraneous movement from the young girl. No extra energy would be wasted from here out. Her goal was set and there was no reason to stray her mind on something else.

Retracting with the stolen flesh, her eyes met her companion as though it were an exchanged joke only they could understand. Eyelid passed between wizards, even with a single brush of his hand. Touch was not needed, however, for at that moment they were connected despite the physical placement of Bellatrix on one side of the creature and Rodolphus on the other. Her smile was simple, but did not last long as she turned her attention back to the elf.

“Fingers,” with her own finger tapping against her mouth while in thought then she merely shook her head. “No. Too easy.” She passed off the knife, allowing Rodolphus a turn yet again. “Why don’t you carve your name on his belly? As a permanent reminder of whom he serves.”

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inbloodwelust
2008-07-08 07:43 pm UTC (link)

He certainly liked the way her mind worked, admired her for her creativity, and his beaming smile proved it. He had always enjoyed the killings they had performed int he past, but he already realized that this one was something special, this was some sort of a milestone between them, even if he didn't fully comprehend why that was.

Without being asked, Bella put a more secure albeit distastefully applied hold on the elf, to provide a more stable palette on which the artist could practice his art. He appreciated the sacrifice she was making for him, to enable him to do what she had suggested, touching the foul loathsome beast in this way. He would make extra sure to impress her with his skill.

Cocky and confident, he made an exaggerated moue of disgust as he pushed aside the hapless Mayfalk's ragged excuse for clothing, exposing the bare belly beneath. "He won't soon forget me," he murmured, for the moment forgetting that by the time they were threw, he would forget nothing and remember nothing.

He placed the tip of the blade against the elf's skin, his gazing flickering to the frightened eyes, which filled Rodolphus with a feeling of heightened excitement, a grandiose feeling which flowed through his veins, the same sort of feeling he received from drinking liquor behind his parents' back - exhilarating and intoxicating. He glanced at Bella, seeking her approval as he began to carve his name slowly and carefully into the flesh before him.

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