A long evening
Wednesday ~ Nov. 26 ~ Evening
Rodolphus closed the door of the pet's cell with a weary clang and leaned against it for a moment. Bella had been implacable tonight, demanding that he fuck the pet in one breath and with the next, Crucio-ing him for supposedly preferring the creature underneath him to her. When he offered to slit the pet’s throat to show his devotion, she’d taken the knife and started in on his back. The worst, though, was her fury after he hadn’t been able to maintain an errection while she etched a design into his cock with the tip of her knife. She hadn’t used a knife on him like that since they’d first been released from Azkaban.
Thankfully, she’d seemed tranquil enough when she left to go upstairs. But as he trudged up the winding stone staircase, he wondered how long it would be before she demanded something even more difficult from him. Bella’s moods had been increasingly more unbalanced over the past week, and a gnawing uneasiness filled his stomach. He had no wish for his screams to again be the only palliative for her rage, as they were for the months after the two of them escaped Azkaban.
Sighing, he drew himself up as he reached the top of the staircase. “Bella, love?” He walked into the front parlour, “Are you ready to return?” There was no sign of her, but a cold breeze from the front hall drew his attention. Had she had a whim to take a stroll near the forest? Such capriciousness so soon after such a strenuous session was not a good sign.
“Bella?” He called, stepping out the front door. Peering into the darkness, he heard a growl, and swore as he remembered Bella’s recent preoccupation with killing wolves. He unsheathed the knife in his belt - which he’d just cleaned of his own blood - and took off running towards the forest and the growl.
The werewolf raised its head, the muzzle red with Bellatrix's blood. It had heard sounds, someone running towards it and its prey, and it didn't like it... Still, it didn't want to leave its dinner. It growled loudly again, and licked at the deep wound in the woman's stomach. But the sounds of steps and danger were too close now, and with an angry snarl, the werewolf straightened up, standing over the feebly moving body on the ground.
It saw Rodolphus, and the glint from the knife in his hand and pulled back in among the trees, backing away for a few paces and then disappearing in the shadows.
“Bella,” he choked out. Of all the horrors he’d seen, all those he’d inflicted, there had been nothing so obscenely *wrong* as the gaping, jagged hole that had been chewed into her gut. Surely she must be dead - she was surrounded by a pool of blood that glittered black in the moonlight. He forced himself to move towards her.
Bellatrix's eyes fluttered slightly and then opened to stare up at the nightsky. "Rodolphus? I'm not wearing white for the wedding, you idiot..." Her voice sounded strange and hollow, and held a dreamlike note. She turned her head slightly and tried to lift one hand, but it fell limply to the ground again.
"The Dark Lord mustn't find out... Oh... I've been a naughty girl! He will punish me."
”Shh, now.” Rodolphus knelt at her wounded side and tried to ignore the warm blood seeping through his trousers as he tried - in vain, he knew - to heal the massive damage.
The blood slowed, but almost no-one would be able to heal that damage. Gods, this was a disaster! He couldn’t apparate both of them, and they were in the middle of nowhere. He stared at the ground on the other side of her body, trying to find something else to focus on besides the raw wound in her side.
Suddenly he noticed that there were huge tracks leading away from her body! She had been attacked by a werewolf! He looked around wildly for the beast, then back at Bella, who was carrying on a conversation with an imaginary Narcissa, then jumped up and drew a ring of flame around them with his wand, keeping the knife in a tight grip.
There was a deep growl from deeper in the shadows - the werewolf didn't like the fire and was angry that the prey was out of his reach. But it was not going to brave the flames and a prepared opponent. It backed deeper into the shadows... and then turned and ran off. After a little while its shaggy form could be glimpsed as it loped over a nearby field, in search for easier prey.
"Hearts!" Bella gasped. "The hearts of innocents will help me! Blood of a virgin will keep me young... yes..." She continued to ramble.
He knelt back at Bella’s side, stroking her hair. “Bella, listen to me. I’m going to go call for help. Try not to move, and don’t leave the circle.” She tossed her head and kept talking to the phantoms of her imagination. “Bella?” He shook his head, stood up and walked out of the circle, momentarily dropping the flames.
Rodolphus took one last look at Bella lying on the ground through the curtain of flames, then turned decisively and ran back to the house. His mind raced as he tried to think of someone that could help him. It had to be someone that could be trusted to keep a secret, someone that could help him keep this mess from the Ministry and from their Lord. He smiled grimly. There was only one person to call: Lucius.
Rodolphus closed the door of the pet's cell with a weary clang and leaned against it for a moment. Bella had been implacable tonight, demanding that he fuck the pet in one breath and with the next, Crucio-ing him for supposedly preferring the creature underneath him to her. When he offered to slit the pet’s throat to show his devotion, she’d taken the knife and started in on his back. The worst, though, was her fury after he hadn’t been able to maintain an errection while she etched a design into his cock with the tip of her knife. She hadn’t used a knife on him like that since they’d first been released from Azkaban.
Thankfully, she’d seemed tranquil enough when she left to go upstairs. But as he trudged up the winding stone staircase, he wondered how long it would be before she demanded something even more difficult from him. Bella’s moods had been increasingly more unbalanced over the past week, and a gnawing uneasiness filled his stomach. He had no wish for his screams to again be the only palliative for her rage, as they were for the months after the two of them escaped Azkaban.
Sighing, he drew himself up as he reached the top of the staircase. “Bella, love?” He walked into the front parlour, “Are you ready to return?” There was no sign of her, but a cold breeze from the front hall drew his attention. Had she had a whim to take a stroll near the forest? Such capriciousness so soon after such a strenuous session was not a good sign.
“Bella?” He called, stepping out the front door. Peering into the darkness, he heard a growl, and swore as he remembered Bella’s recent preoccupation with killing wolves. He unsheathed the knife in his belt - which he’d just cleaned of his own blood - and took off running towards the forest and the growl.
The werewolf raised its head, the muzzle red with Bellatrix's blood. It had heard sounds, someone running towards it and its prey, and it didn't like it... Still, it didn't want to leave its dinner. It growled loudly again, and licked at the deep wound in the woman's stomach. But the sounds of steps and danger were too close now, and with an angry snarl, the werewolf straightened up, standing over the feebly moving body on the ground.
It saw Rodolphus, and the glint from the knife in his hand and pulled back in among the trees, backing away for a few paces and then disappearing in the shadows.
“Bella,” he choked out. Of all the horrors he’d seen, all those he’d inflicted, there had been nothing so obscenely *wrong* as the gaping, jagged hole that had been chewed into her gut. Surely she must be dead - she was surrounded by a pool of blood that glittered black in the moonlight. He forced himself to move towards her.
Bellatrix's eyes fluttered slightly and then opened to stare up at the nightsky. "Rodolphus? I'm not wearing white for the wedding, you idiot..." Her voice sounded strange and hollow, and held a dreamlike note. She turned her head slightly and tried to lift one hand, but it fell limply to the ground again.
"The Dark Lord mustn't find out... Oh... I've been a naughty girl! He will punish me."
”Shh, now.” Rodolphus knelt at her wounded side and tried to ignore the warm blood seeping through his trousers as he tried - in vain, he knew - to heal the massive damage.
The blood slowed, but almost no-one would be able to heal that damage. Gods, this was a disaster! He couldn’t apparate both of them, and they were in the middle of nowhere. He stared at the ground on the other side of her body, trying to find something else to focus on besides the raw wound in her side.
Suddenly he noticed that there were huge tracks leading away from her body! She had been attacked by a werewolf! He looked around wildly for the beast, then back at Bella, who was carrying on a conversation with an imaginary Narcissa, then jumped up and drew a ring of flame around them with his wand, keeping the knife in a tight grip.
There was a deep growl from deeper in the shadows - the werewolf didn't like the fire and was angry that the prey was out of his reach. But it was not going to brave the flames and a prepared opponent. It backed deeper into the shadows... and then turned and ran off. After a little while its shaggy form could be glimpsed as it loped over a nearby field, in search for easier prey.
"Hearts!" Bella gasped. "The hearts of innocents will help me! Blood of a virgin will keep me young... yes..." She continued to ramble.
He knelt back at Bella’s side, stroking her hair. “Bella, listen to me. I’m going to go call for help. Try not to move, and don’t leave the circle.” She tossed her head and kept talking to the phantoms of her imagination. “Bella?” He shook his head, stood up and walked out of the circle, momentarily dropping the flames.
Rodolphus took one last look at Bella lying on the ground through the curtain of flames, then turned decisively and ran back to the house. His mind raced as he tried to think of someone that could help him. It had to be someone that could be trusted to keep a secret, someone that could help him keep this mess from the Ministry and from their Lord. He smiled grimly. There was only one person to call: Lucius.