She rolled her sleeve up, and glared at the Death Eater tattoo there. Who: Alyssa and Bellatrix. What: Random nighttime encounter. When: Wednesday morning in the whee hours. Where: Park in Irvine. Rating: R for Unforgivable Curses. Trigger Warning: DubCon. (Bella doesn't rape Alyssa, but she is giving off that vibe, man.) Status: Complete!
Practising archery in the park at two in the morning probably wasn’t the safest thing in the world, but it made sense to Alyssa. A girl with a bow made of light shooting arrows of the same was a bit suspect, a bit obvious, and she didn’t want anyone to think she was odd.
Besides. It helped her think about nothing, which she wanted. Logan was gone, slipped from her fingers like so much dust or sand. Bran was sweet, but when she looked at him, sometimes he didn’t seem to see her. And Damian was ... Damian. She closed her eyes, reaching up to pull the string back, arrow of light knocking itself.
Little flashes of light brought Bellatrix's attention, as she took a late night walk looking for trouble. She followed the show, walking slowly into the park.
"And what do we have here?" She asked, spinning her wand in her fingers. She'd long ago adopted her accent from the dreams.
Alyssa had been born in England, so she didn’t have to work for the accent she had in her dreams. “I - um.” She blushed brightly, dropping her bow to her sides. It immediately transformed back into a vial of water, bright and blue and adorned with emeralds. “Nothing?” She didn’t sound convincing at all.
Bella's eyes darted over the girl, studying her, determining if she was a threat, a plaything, or an equal. Part of her was bothered by making that assessment in the first place, but only a small part of her.
She had an expression a bit like she was deciding if she wanted to nibble on the red-head, or not. "Interesting. I wonder how that works."
“It only works for members of certain families. You’d have to be a Rooder.” Alyssa squared her shoulders, obviously proud of her lineage. “Do you make a habit of dressing all sexy and sneaking up on girls in the park?”
Obviously Alyssa had made her choice and didn’t see the woman as a threat. She resumed shooting the tree she’d targeted.
Bellatrix looked down at her corset and too tight skirt, then back up as the girl started to shoot again. A green bolt shot out of her wand as she struck a pose designed to impress and intrigue. The bolt hit the tree with a jolt, sparking.
"Only on lovelies like you."
Turning to level the bow on the stranger, Alyssa raised a brow. “What are you and what are you doing here?” She didn’t think a woman was going to rape and murder her, but hell. Better safe than sorry. Suddenly she was wishing she’d worn jeans out to shoot. They’d at least be harder to take off.
"I'm a Witch." She twirled the wand in the air, casting a light spell as she did so. It was always most impressive when she didn't use words. Her corset threatened to burst. "Spells, and hocus pocus, and all that rubbish. Not quite as pretty as your bow. Or you."
She could probably happily strip Alyssa out of that dress.
With her teeth.
Alyssa would’ve lowered her bow, but the almost feral way the woman was looking at her gave her pause. “I’m a minor, you - okay, that’s not - “ Really, she felt like the worst kind of hypocrite saying that. “Thank you?”
Bellatrix shrugged her shoulder. "You're a minor with a magic bow, but I could make you do just about anything I wanted and you wouldn't be able to stop me." She tapped her wand against her lower lip as she pouted it out at Alyssa. "But that's not any fun. Here." She lifted her wand and dropped it into her cleavage. "No harm, lovely. I'm Bellatrix."
Alyssa was wary as she lowered her bow. “Alyssa. Seriously, what are you doing out here? I was just about to head home.” A lie, but she was wary, on her guard. Then again, it wasn’t like the other lady could move fast - corsets and leather skirts didn’t equal a running costume.
"I was taking a walk. Is that a crime?" Bellatrix smiled, sauntering around in a slow, sensual circle. It seemed like she didn't have a care in the world and even Alyssa was just someone of cursory interest to her.
“I suppose not.” Alyssa tossed her hair and tried to look cool as she walked toward the park exit and her bike.
Bellatrix followed her with her eyes, and started to walk along. "Did I say the wrong thing?" She found herself unreasonably attracted to this girl, and realized she was probably terrifying her. "Sorry, lovely. I can be...intense. It's the witchy thing." She wriggled her fingers in the air.
“It’s ... fine, really.” Alyssa shook her head, still walking toward her bike. “It’s just that it’s dark out. Vagina’s with me and all.” She was young and still scared of being out alone after dark.
Slipping an arm around Alyssa's shoulder, Bellatrix trailed a finger down her cheek, and turned her face towards hers. Her eyes were surprisingly lucid, and her expression was calm. "I can protect you, Alyssa."
The name came off of her tongue like she was making love to it.
Alyssa closed her eyes. “Now you’re a witch trying to seduce me.” She bit her lower lip, trying to think of Bran. Or Damian. Or fuck, even Logan. “I don’t - I don’t fancy girls, I’m sorry.”
"Have you ever tried girls?" Bella raised her eyebrows, her voice low and purring. "You wouldn't be the first woman who's told me that, and found out they were wrong." She winked, her fingers tracing lightly to Alyssa's jaw, and then back towards her ear.
“I don’t - no, I haven’t, but - “ Alyssa closed her eyes, leaning into the woman’s touch. Light touches weren’t something she’d had much of, but they were nice. “I’ve barely tried blokes.”
Then she realized she was talking to a stranger about this at midnight in a public park. “I don’t - right. I should head home, it’s late.”
That long, elegant finger trailed in a gentle touch along Alyssa's ear. "Perfect time to try to figure yourself out." She moved her thumb across the ginger's lip, liking the fullness. She reminded her a bit of Caprica at this age. Only without all the complicated emotional bullshit that characterized that relationship.
Goddamn, but Alyssa liked toppy people. She felt her knees go a bit weak, but she still determinedly walked toward her bike. “I’m sure,” she said, one of those filler statements that meant nothing.
Bella frowned, catching Alyssa and tilting her head back as she kissed the girl, forcing her lips to yield to the Witch's, pulling her bodily against her chest.
Alyssa kissed back for a moment, but only a moment before she was pushing the other woman back. “I said no,” Alyssa growled. “Leave me alone.”
Feeling hurt, for reasons she couldn't quite fathom, Bellatrix snapped. "IMPERIO!"
And then she looked utterly horrified at herself.
There was a flash of light, and Alyssa felt her body go rigid, felt her limbs go out of her control. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth. No. I don’t want this, no. Maybe because she was a Rooder she could resist it. But she felt her body lifting off of the ground for a moment, felt her bow launch into her arms, felt herself able to move again.
Bow still drawn, Alyssa glared at the other woman. “Open your mouth again and I’ll bind you to the spot. Got it?”
Tears washed down Bella's face, the look of horror now mixing with relief. She couldn't imagine if the spell would have been stronger with her wand, but she was glad to not find out.
Alyssa just ran at that point to her bike, as fast as her legs could go. Her red hair sailed behind her like a curtain, tears running down her face.
"Shite!" Bellatrix exclaimed. She was a fucking crazy bitch and she hated herself for it. "Wait! I'm sorry! I really am! I panicked! I never wanted to...We can talk this over!"
But Alyssa was already pedaling like her life depended on it, because it probably did.
Bellatrix watched her ride off, one hand in her hair. She’d done something she’s sworn she’d never do, and to make matters worse, to someone who’s lips had made her insides twist up. Because the girl had been trying to go away and Bellatrix hadn’t wanted her to. She rolled her sleeve up, and glared at the Death Eater tattoo there. It seemed to glare back.