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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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noir_pur
2008-07-09 01:55 pm UTC (link)

Knee digging into the tiny shoulder blade, while the creature shook and trembled silently in pain. Yet her focus was no longer on the elf. He was not about to slip away, for the near placement of Rodolphus’ blade insured one slight move and he would surely be dead. Bellatrix no longer needed to touch him with her hands, luckily enough for her. She remained quiet, watching as Rodolphus skillfully introduced the eerily, alienlike skin of the elf with a name of true magic.

Without a word, Bellatrix knew the manner of his upward glance. A simple smile adorned her lips, as she allotted permission. There was not a need to write it herself, but something far more interesting if it were he who marked their territory. Gaze content on the sight of familiar letters appearing in blood across the beast’s stomach.

When he had finished, she slid to the opposite side. Now sitting directly next to Rodolphus and placed her hand on the butt of the blade. Not removing his from the hilt, however, for it would be an act they would both commit. “Let’s be rid of him.” With an evil smirk and a force of her hand, she had the blade deep inside the creature’s gut.

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inbloodwelust
2008-07-09 07:03 pm UTC (link)

Together they eviscerated the house elf, Rodolphus guiding their joined hands upon the vorpal blade, deftly gutting him before he drew the blade suddenly and sharply before removing it from the bleeding piece of flesh before them. The body shook and convulsed as the lifeforce flew from him,as with a last wretched sigh, he expired.

There was a long dramatic pause, before Rodolphus glanced up at Bella, and calmly cooly and collectedly asked, "Do you think next time we can make it last longer?"

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noir_pur
2008-07-09 07:30 pm UTC (link)

Jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed, as her face took on something far darker than an eleven-year-old should have prevailed. Unwilling to let go until the last breath left the lowly thing, she kept that dagger deep within him. Was that the ground she felt stopping the blade or was it bone? A secret wish the knife had penetrated him completely, so not a single bit of inner tissues and organs were left out of the cold, sharp sting of Lestrange's knife.

She remained silent. Eyes kept fixed on the lifeless thing before them. No longer had it a name. No longer had it a purpose. Everything this Mayfalk ever was had been erased at their conjoined hands. That was power. Bellatrix had just witness true art.

A straight face parted from the dead house elf, as she easily turned to her partner. Without another second, though, she was laughing again. Her light frame pushed against his shoulder, leaning into him as a playful shove.

"We can, when we have our first mudblood." She hadn't even realised she said it until the words were flying past her lips but did she regret it? Fuck no. Only meant there was more to come.

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inbloodwelust
2008-07-10 10:11 am UTC (link)

Next time. How he liked the sound of that. And of the knowledge that this was only the first of so many similar moments in their lives. Their sanguine lives. Was he concerned about the repercussions of their action, of possible chastisement by either set of parents? Fuck no. He already realized the darkness that lay within. The low weight which the life of a house elf carried. Or a mudblood.

No, they'd been born into the ideal environment to foster what they were inside, bring it to fruition. He glanced down at his bloodstained suit, swore because he hated to see fine clothes ruined - he was a bit of a fop in that regard.

"I'm going to go take care of this," he announced - by which he really meant cajole his mother into buying him something new. "Want to come along? I'll make her buy us something to eat...."

What an unnatural child to find an appetite after such a gruesome display.

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noir_pur
2008-07-10 12:07 pm UTC (link)

There would be no repercussions. Not on the Black side. Although the word would be kept from her sisters, Bellatrix surely was proud to take braggart claim to her father. He would surely praise her and agree that a house elf like Mayfalk deserved such a fate. But the women? No, they’d never understand. So delicate and weak.
The young witch’s eyes remained locked on the corpse of the elf. Silence had taken over her, as she simply gawked in admiration at what they had done. Palms turned upwards, fingertips still painted in Mayfalk’s blood. A smirk touched her, as Rodolphus expressed his need to change so quickly. Stifling a laugh, she rubbed her bloodied hand over his face.

“Fine, my sweet little woman, let’s get you all nice and clean.” She couldn’t hold her laughter back a moment longer and with her head dropping back, she lost it.

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inbloodwelust
2008-07-10 12:31 pm UTC (link)

Forgetting his fastidiousness for the moment, and scowling at the way she was laughing, and the way she had smeared blood on his face - although it wasn't the blood that bothered him, but the insult to his manhood (yes, he considered himself a young man, how cute), he grabbed her, flinging her to the ground, himself astride her, as if to show her that she could not do that to him (although as time would ultimately tell, she truly could).

"Quit laughing, Bella, it isn't funny, and I'm not a woman. Do you want me to prove it to you?" Not that he really meant anything by that, more of a I'll show you what I've got not I'll use it sort of things.

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noir_pur
2008-07-10 12:43 pm UTC (link)

It was some little game she just found joy in. Surely, everything she had done to Narcissa and Andromeda had been out of the same manner of game—torment. With Rodolphus, however, it was an entirely different feeling. Here he was, masculine and though not yet strong as he would be, but he still had a power a young witch could not obtain for the sake of his sex. Yet Bellatrix continued to laugh, testing his stability, his pride. A challenge, as it always was with such a little minx.
Now on her back, the laughter had not subsided. If anything, she had only purposefully increased it. Her hand clutched the blood stained shirt. “Not a woman, aye?” Her hands used his shirt to clean off, only to provoke him more. “Opps, seems you just keep getting messier.”

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inbloodwelust
2008-07-10 01:03 pm UTC (link)

"Not a woman, as well you should know," he retorted, his anger only growing as she used him as some sort of a cleaning rag. "If I do, it's because of you," and he retaliated by smearing his own gory hands upon her own clothes. "There, see how you like it, little girl....." He paid no attention to what he touched, not seeing either one of them as sexual beings - yet - and determined merely to impose his will upon her.

Ah, Rodolphus, give it up now, it's a lost cause.

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noir_pur
2008-07-10 01:13 pm UTC (link)

“So you hope I know, but I only see a little woman worried about her soiled dress!” Despite the fact that clearly Rodolphus was not wearing a dress and it was, instead, Bellatrix. But it was a game she would not easily give up. Not until he spouted out so evil as a word like “girl”. If she were to accept anything demeaning, woman would settle but girl? Her eyes narrowed, as her mood easily shifted into something much less playful.

“I don’t mind the blood, but you are only annoying me.” She wouldn’t retaliate as she would with Narcissa, suggesting far more respect for Rodolphus than her weak, youngest sister. Using her knee, she shoved him away from her and stood. No other words were spoken, as she ruffled the leaves out of her hair and retrieved her wand. “I’m going home.”

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inbloodwelust
2008-07-10 01:22 pm UTC (link)

He picked up his wand from where he had laid it during the murder of the house elf, torn between a scathing rebuttal and simple silence, the desire to simply run back to the house strong within him.

But something wiser prevented him from doing so, as he fairly bit his tongue to respond to her last words. "Go on, get cleaned up, and meet me at my house, we can still my mum to take us out, I know we can...."

He moved closer to where she stood, leaned in close enough so that she and she alone could hear him - only for her would he play this part, although he would do it well - "I'm sorry," he whispered, before he turned and walked back in the direction of Lestrange Manor, never stopping or turning around lest she see the uncertainty in him.

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