Bellatrix goes hunting in the light of the full moon
Wednesday ~ Nov. 26th ~ evening
After yet another satisfying evening of pleasure and play at their old house, Bellatrix was relaxing with a glass of wine in the sofa, waiting for Rodolphus to finish cleaning up the pets. She looked out of the window and let her thoughts wander. Suddenly there was a slowly rising note in the air outside, a wistful howl to the moon.
Bellatrix put the glass down and rose to look out of the window. She recognised that sound, and it was not an ordinary wolf... No, it was full moon.
"Werewolf," she exclaimed to herself. "It's close!"
She didn't like that Greyback and his pack had worked their way into the Dark Lord's circle. She didn't like how he gave Greyback orders and then didn't tell her what they were. She didn't like the way that Greyback and his rabble looked at her when they met at gatherings or at the headquarters.
And now a werewolf was on her territory. It was probably not one of Greyback's pack, but she didn't really care, relishing the thought of a hunt.
Bellatrix came to a decision when another howl pierced the silence -- closer, louder. Probably loud enough to filter down the open door down to the hidden basement. She quickly put on her cloak and out of the door before Rodolphus had climbed the stairs. She didn't want to argue with him, not after this lovely evening. He was too careful at times; obedient and respectful but he sometimes worried too much.
Her heart raced as she moved out of the rundown garden into a small copse of trees, seeking the shadows and somewhere to wait for the beast. It was silent for a long time, and then suddenly, she thought she caught a glimpse of the shaggy form and she froze. But it was gone again, and Bellatrix moved slowly in that direction, wand in hand, prepared to throw a curse or a stunning spell.
This was exciting, this was perfect, she thought. Not quite as good as attacking Hogwarts was going to be, but it was quite satisfying anyway. But she felt watched, and she knew that her prey was somewhere close now. "Come to Mama," she crooned, looking intently in the direction the werewolf should be.
There was a low growl behind her and then she was felled to the ground by something large and heavy. Claws tore through her cloak as Bellatrix tried to twist around and aim her wand. She was glad that she hadn't dropped the wand, and cast a Stunner over her shoulder, but it went high and the red flame caught a tree instead, breaking off one of its branches.
Bellatrix screamed at the werewolf to get off her and tried to cast another spell at it. At last, she managed to turn onto her back and the last thing she saw before the sharp claws sliced into her belly were yellow eyes glowing in the moonlight and the slavering fangs ready to tear into her flesh. And she realised, too late, that it was she who had been the prey.
After yet another satisfying evening of pleasure and play at their old house, Bellatrix was relaxing with a glass of wine in the sofa, waiting for Rodolphus to finish cleaning up the pets. She looked out of the window and let her thoughts wander. Suddenly there was a slowly rising note in the air outside, a wistful howl to the moon.
Bellatrix put the glass down and rose to look out of the window. She recognised that sound, and it was not an ordinary wolf... No, it was full moon.
"Werewolf," she exclaimed to herself. "It's close!"
She didn't like that Greyback and his pack had worked their way into the Dark Lord's circle. She didn't like how he gave Greyback orders and then didn't tell her what they were. She didn't like the way that Greyback and his rabble looked at her when they met at gatherings or at the headquarters.
And now a werewolf was on her territory. It was probably not one of Greyback's pack, but she didn't really care, relishing the thought of a hunt.
Bellatrix came to a decision when another howl pierced the silence -- closer, louder. Probably loud enough to filter down the open door down to the hidden basement. She quickly put on her cloak and out of the door before Rodolphus had climbed the stairs. She didn't want to argue with him, not after this lovely evening. He was too careful at times; obedient and respectful but he sometimes worried too much.
Her heart raced as she moved out of the rundown garden into a small copse of trees, seeking the shadows and somewhere to wait for the beast. It was silent for a long time, and then suddenly, she thought she caught a glimpse of the shaggy form and she froze. But it was gone again, and Bellatrix moved slowly in that direction, wand in hand, prepared to throw a curse or a stunning spell.
This was exciting, this was perfect, she thought. Not quite as good as attacking Hogwarts was going to be, but it was quite satisfying anyway. But she felt watched, and she knew that her prey was somewhere close now. "Come to Mama," she crooned, looking intently in the direction the werewolf should be.
There was a low growl behind her and then she was felled to the ground by something large and heavy. Claws tore through her cloak as Bellatrix tried to twist around and aim her wand. She was glad that she hadn't dropped the wand, and cast a Stunner over her shoulder, but it went high and the red flame caught a tree instead, breaking off one of its branches.
Bellatrix screamed at the werewolf to get off her and tried to cast another spell at it. At last, she managed to turn onto her back and the last thing she saw before the sharp claws sliced into her belly were yellow eyes glowing in the moonlight and the slavering fangs ready to tear into her flesh. And she realised, too late, that it was she who had been the prey.