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WHO: Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius Black
WHAT: Sirius is off stomping about. Bellatrix finds him, and Sirius discovers that fear is a nice trigger for transformation.
WHERE: Beach
WHEN: Evening of Bellatrix's appearance.
This place was so agitating. Of all things to happen, it had to be the appearance of Bellatrix; the cousin he disliked the most. And Remus had talked to her like she were just some innocent woman stuck on this island, needing assistance! Oh, she was sure far from innocent, Sirius knew that. But that didn't matter. Remus even continued to talk to her when he said he wouldn't when he was told to stop. This was stupid. Only James and Lily seemed to get it.
He knew James, at the very least, was going to try to come find him. In this foreign place, Sirius wasn't so sure where he could hide, and still remain safe. All these cat people around; he knew better than to go anywhere too dangerous. Which lead him to the beach, far off from the docks should Bellatrix still be there. He continued to walk along the shore, glaring at the ground in front of him until the sand began to get a little rockier, and he glanced around, seeming to decide he'd gone out far enough by now. James probably wouldn't think of him to go this far down.
Time to think. That was really all he needed. Time to calm down, stop being so mad at Remus, and sort through his anger before he went back to the Inn and exploded on someone who didn't deserve it. He knew, for sure though, that he would need to talk to them to make sure they never opened their big mouths, and stayed the hell away from his cousin before someone got killed.
Bellatrix had so far had an...interesting day, to say the least. It was becoming clear that this wasn't a trick of the Ministry's (though by no means would she let her guard down yet), despite the most curious situation that had arisen. Tea with Sirius's little...friend had been certainly interesting. A smirk curled Bellatrix's lips at the thought--the poor boy had been so fun to tease. And if Sirius knew that she was talking to him, well...all the better.
The boy--Remus--had shown her to a place where she could get lodgings, and though they weren't quite what Bellatrix had wanted, it would suffice until she found something better. Now out at night, taking in the shape of the island, she hummed to herself a little.
Her wand was useless. Well...no matter. It put some very large wrenches in her plans, but without it, she was by no means helpless. Really...it wasn't like a well placed 'Expeliarmus' couldn't knock her wand out of her hand at any moment--which was why she had a dagger now hidden up her sleeve--easily accessible, in case of a fight. And to make things even better, Sirius was still wandering around. Oh, how she hoped she would meet up with her dear cousin...she owed him one, after all.
And it seemed as though her luck was high tonight, despite the fact that she was now trapped here--speak of the devil, could that be the scum now? A cruel smile twisted Bellatrix's lips as she slid into the shadows, hiding herself, pace quickening, walking on the balls of her feet to make her footsteps silent, counting to herself in her head---
Thirty-eight....thirty-nine.....
Sirius bent over and grabbed a rock from the sane, pulling his arm back and releasing, sending the rock off flying in to the air to drop into the water. He was oblivious to the eyes on him, looming closer and closer. He bent over and picked up another rock, and it soon met the same fate as the last.
He didn't know what he would do about Bellatrix. Ignore her? He'd certainly talk to Remus and James about this. But for now, a solution to this bloody witch was needed.
This place was so bizarre. It kept bringing people here, and he didn't really understand it. The lack of magic was really something he didn't like. He, James and Remus were unused to an environment like this. But someone in the journal said that it was reversible, somehow.
A small frown crossed his lips and he turned his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder to look around. He was starting to feel the hairs rising on the back of his neck, like someone were watching him. But he saw nothing, so he dismissed it as nerves.
"Fourty~"
Bellatrix's voice was a low, victorious purr as she stepped up behind her younger cousin, hands landing securely on his shoulders, fingers curling to dig her nails in, catching, holding in placea hunter having found its prey.
Sirius took a deep breath, about to turn to move somewhere else before he was found. If he'd learned anything from his years at Hogwarts, it was that when he stayed in one place, James found him faster.
But then there was something -- or someone -- grabbing his shoulder and the nails that dug in gave it away completely. He instantly struggled, using all the force he could to try to get away from her nails. Even if he ended up getting wounded because of them. "Bloody hell, get off me!" He yelled, still attempting to twist out of her grip.
"Now, now, don't be so hasty, cousin!" Bellatrix chided, nails tightening on his shoulders even more, hands squeezing. She did so like causing pain. "Wouldn't want you to get into too much trouble--what would your little friends think? Especially after Remus so kindly treated me to tea." Her voice was a sickeningly sweet croon.
"Now...let's see. What did I say I was going to do? Oh yes." And she squeezed harder, fingers seeking out pressure points to cause pain--a lack of wand was vexing. Had she had one that worked, she would have already had him writhing on the ground. But alas--it seemed that older methods were now required.
Sirius winced visibly. He was going to get bruises from that, he knew it. But if he could get away from her, than it didn't matter. The last thing he wanted to deal with right now was her. He had other things to do, like sort everything out in his head.
But what she said only angered him more. Remus had taken her for lunch? After he'd told him to stay away from her. Damn bastard. He was going to get him back for that. Sirius twisted again, wincing as he felt her nails dig in even harder. Damn it all; it really felt like he'd never get free. Her nails were so damned sharp, just like he remembered them.
"Shut up! I said get off me!" He yelled, continuing to struggle against her.
Bellatrix very nearly rolled her eyes. "I believe you are not in any position to make demands." she pointed out, lifting a hand and allowing the hidden dagger to slide smoothly into her palm, turning the blade and pressing it right under his chin. "There. Granted, these methods are so much more crude than I like, but well...with my wand out of commission, what can I do? A lady has to protect herself somehow, after all." She twisted the blade, slightly, pressing it closer to his skin, just shy of breaking it.
Sirius wasn't liking where this was going. But he struggled harder when one hand let go of him, and he cursed himself for letting James stuff him with all those damned donuts. Maybe that was why he was so week, now. He swore he was stronger than this.
As the dagger was pressed to his throat, he took a deep breath before he decided to try something. He feigned a fall back all of a sudden during his struggles, falling back into her fast, before he suddenly ripped himself forward, holding one arm between his neck and her arm to keep the knife away from his throat as he gave his attempt at freedom.
Bellatrix blinked, before she sucked in a breath, stumbling backward at the move, body instinctively shifting to support her, even in boots. Her hand moved, trying to knick a bit of skin, even his hand that pushed her arm away, determined to draw blood.
She got him, much to his dismay. The knife got his jaw, leaving a nice cut from his chin, trailing almost back to his ear. He stumbled forward, away from Bellatrix before he turned and bolted it. With no magic, he had nothing to defend himself with. She had a knife, and he had nothing but his fists. Needless to say, there was no competition in that.
He raised a hand to his jaw as he ran, trying to see how deep she'd got him. There was blood, that was for sure. He could definitely feel it seeping out of the cut. Sirius glanced over his shoulder quick, trying to see where she'd gone.
Blood. She had never been so aware of it before--it was strange--her senses immediately zeroed in on the blood dripping off of her knife, and she faltered for it, eyes trained on the crimson liquid trailing over the silver surface. It wasn't like she hadn't seen blood before...it was a common thing to her, and something that she had all over her hands more than once. But this time it froze her for a second, something primal stirring as a drop of blood dripped off the end of the daggar and onto the back of her hand. Even as she lifted her hand to her nose to take a sniff, her mind dimly brought up that person--name started with an 'M', she couldn't remember--and what they had said. Blood curse?
Bellatrixs eyes narrowed as her tongue flicked out, licking the blood off the back of her handand her eyes dilated slightly as the coppery taste filtered through her senses leaving a yearning for....more. It didnt matter whose, just more blood. With a low growl, she pushed off, taking after Sirius again. He was the closest target.
Sirius saw her stand there, staring at the dagger, seemingly dazed by the blood on it. He hoped she stayed that way until he could make his escape. He ran across the sand, pushing his muscles to the extreme. Her legs were longer than his, no doubt that if she were fit, she could catch him with ease. If only he could get to a bush, and still had his magic to change...
Why did this have to be so difficult?
He glanced back once more and saw her coming after him, and he felt a lump swell in his throat. She was quick, as he'd suspected. Nothing less of his dear cousin who was quite possibly beyond insane. He couldn't keep looking back, though, or he'd trip. He turned his head forward, feeling his muscles scream in protest as he pressed himself across the sand to just get away from her.
Bellatrix pushed forward, blood pumping feircly through her veins, a roar in her ears--it was something instinctual, this lust for blood, and she welcomed it, although wishing she was not wearing her boots--she would have been faster that way, and the allure of the sand under her feet was a tempting one. However, for now, the allure of blood was a stronger one, and she pushed forward, arms pumping, trying to catch up with the quickly fleeing boy.
He shot a quick glance over his shoulder, trying to spot the mad woman. She was advancing on him, and he doubted that no matter how fast he ran, she would continue to follow until she dropped dead herself. As much as he'd have liked that, he doubted that he himself could run that far for that long, while managing to not be caught.
Despite being in such an open space, he wished more than anything that he could just change. He didn't care if Remus told them to keep their alter-egos out of this place. He was pretty damned sure that this counted as a situation he could indulge in his ability for.
But as he ran, and wished and gave his attempt, he could feel the familiar tingle in his flesh. Sirius pushed it farther, damning his magic to just work. If it would, he could lose Bellatrix.
Her prey wasn't slowing down. It was irritating, to say the least--but fortunately, she still had her dagger. With a predatory smirk curling her lips, she drew back her hand, throwing the dagger at Sirius, attempting to aim for a leg--to knock him down. Obviously, had she been thinking clearly, she would have realized this would make it easier for Sirius to fight back, but she was far beyond that level of sanity at that point.
Like all her other attempts to hurt him, it worked. Bellatrix, right now, was much more prepared for this than Sirius was. The dagger got him in his calfs, and he couldn't help but stumble forward. With a nasty snarl that ripped out of his throat before he could stop it, he paused for the briefest of moments to pull it out. He couldn't very well keep running with a knife in his leg.
The anger and fear welled up inside him. Anger at Bellatrix, and fear towards her because he was so unprepared. He took a deep breath as he winced, his running considerably slowed. He was screwed. She was going to get him. Change, god damnit!He cursed.
With another attempt, twisted in with the fear and anger, he managed it. The tingle in his flesh as his body took on the form of a large black dog, uncaring if Bellatrix knew about his animagus form or not, right now. All he cared for was getting away. Despite the pain in his hind right leg, he managed to run faster, jumping up high on to the cement wall, not even going to attempt to make it to the stairs, before he broke out into another run. The knife had long since clattered to the sand, forgotten.
Fighting Bellatrix seemed like a lost cause without his magic. Right now, all he could do was escape.
Bellatrix hissed out a noise of triumph at first, watching Sirius stumble, but it was quickly cut off as he kept going after he ripped the dagger out. But he was slower now, she could catch---
She stopped short, eyes widening as he shifted, changed, morphed--and suddenly there was no Sirius, but a large black dog instead, and he was getting away--
...and he was gone.
Bellatrix's chest heaved as she sat down into the sand next to the fallen dagger, eyes narrowed and watching where the dog had disappeared to, some form of logic coming back to her. If she had just seen Sirius transform, that meant....
An animagi. Well, wasn't that interesting. She giggled--but there was nothing pleasant in the sound as she reached down, retrieving the dagger and pushing to her feet, fingers sliding along the flat of the blade, glathering the blood left over and rubbing it between her fingers with glee.
"I'll get you, doggie. You can't hide from me." She was sounding less elegant and more insane by the second, the blood on her fingers lending a thick smell to the night air, and she curled her hand inward, smeering the blood furthur across her palm, before she brought it to her mouth, and proceeded to lick it off with long swipes of her tongue, relishing the heady taste--and the want for more grew. Well, if she couldn't have the doggie's blood right now, well...she'd just find some others.
And she laughed for it, again, a high-pitched, unpleasant sound, before she pushed off again, into the night, in search of her next prey.
WHAT: Sirius is off stomping about. Bellatrix finds him, and Sirius discovers that fear is a nice trigger for transformation.
WHERE: Beach
WHEN: Evening of Bellatrix's appearance.
This place was so agitating. Of all things to happen, it had to be the appearance of Bellatrix; the cousin he disliked the most. And Remus had talked to her like she were just some innocent woman stuck on this island, needing assistance! Oh, she was sure far from innocent, Sirius knew that. But that didn't matter. Remus even continued to talk to her when he said he wouldn't when he was told to stop. This was stupid. Only James and Lily seemed to get it.
He knew James, at the very least, was going to try to come find him. In this foreign place, Sirius wasn't so sure where he could hide, and still remain safe. All these cat people around; he knew better than to go anywhere too dangerous. Which lead him to the beach, far off from the docks should Bellatrix still be there. He continued to walk along the shore, glaring at the ground in front of him until the sand began to get a little rockier, and he glanced around, seeming to decide he'd gone out far enough by now. James probably wouldn't think of him to go this far down.
Time to think. That was really all he needed. Time to calm down, stop being so mad at Remus, and sort through his anger before he went back to the Inn and exploded on someone who didn't deserve it. He knew, for sure though, that he would need to talk to them to make sure they never opened their big mouths, and stayed the hell away from his cousin before someone got killed.
Bellatrix had so far had an...interesting day, to say the least. It was becoming clear that this wasn't a trick of the Ministry's (though by no means would she let her guard down yet), despite the most curious situation that had arisen. Tea with Sirius's little...friend had been certainly interesting. A smirk curled Bellatrix's lips at the thought--the poor boy had been so fun to tease. And if Sirius knew that she was talking to him, well...all the better.
The boy--Remus--had shown her to a place where she could get lodgings, and though they weren't quite what Bellatrix had wanted, it would suffice until she found something better. Now out at night, taking in the shape of the island, she hummed to herself a little.
Her wand was useless. Well...no matter. It put some very large wrenches in her plans, but without it, she was by no means helpless. Really...it wasn't like a well placed 'Expeliarmus' couldn't knock her wand out of her hand at any moment--which was why she had a dagger now hidden up her sleeve--easily accessible, in case of a fight. And to make things even better, Sirius was still wandering around. Oh, how she hoped she would meet up with her dear cousin...she owed him one, after all.
And it seemed as though her luck was high tonight, despite the fact that she was now trapped here--speak of the devil, could that be the scum now? A cruel smile twisted Bellatrix's lips as she slid into the shadows, hiding herself, pace quickening, walking on the balls of her feet to make her footsteps silent, counting to herself in her head---
Thirty-eight....thirty-nine.....
Sirius bent over and grabbed a rock from the sane, pulling his arm back and releasing, sending the rock off flying in to the air to drop into the water. He was oblivious to the eyes on him, looming closer and closer. He bent over and picked up another rock, and it soon met the same fate as the last.
He didn't know what he would do about Bellatrix. Ignore her? He'd certainly talk to Remus and James about this. But for now, a solution to this bloody witch was needed.
This place was so bizarre. It kept bringing people here, and he didn't really understand it. The lack of magic was really something he didn't like. He, James and Remus were unused to an environment like this. But someone in the journal said that it was reversible, somehow.
A small frown crossed his lips and he turned his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder to look around. He was starting to feel the hairs rising on the back of his neck, like someone were watching him. But he saw nothing, so he dismissed it as nerves.
"Fourty~"
Bellatrix's voice was a low, victorious purr as she stepped up behind her younger cousin, hands landing securely on his shoulders, fingers curling to dig her nails in, catching, holding in placea hunter having found its prey.
Sirius took a deep breath, about to turn to move somewhere else before he was found. If he'd learned anything from his years at Hogwarts, it was that when he stayed in one place, James found him faster.
But then there was something -- or someone -- grabbing his shoulder and the nails that dug in gave it away completely. He instantly struggled, using all the force he could to try to get away from her nails. Even if he ended up getting wounded because of them. "Bloody hell, get off me!" He yelled, still attempting to twist out of her grip.
"Now, now, don't be so hasty, cousin!" Bellatrix chided, nails tightening on his shoulders even more, hands squeezing. She did so like causing pain. "Wouldn't want you to get into too much trouble--what would your little friends think? Especially after Remus so kindly treated me to tea." Her voice was a sickeningly sweet croon.
"Now...let's see. What did I say I was going to do? Oh yes." And she squeezed harder, fingers seeking out pressure points to cause pain--a lack of wand was vexing. Had she had one that worked, she would have already had him writhing on the ground. But alas--it seemed that older methods were now required.
Sirius winced visibly. He was going to get bruises from that, he knew it. But if he could get away from her, than it didn't matter. The last thing he wanted to deal with right now was her. He had other things to do, like sort everything out in his head.
But what she said only angered him more. Remus had taken her for lunch? After he'd told him to stay away from her. Damn bastard. He was going to get him back for that. Sirius twisted again, wincing as he felt her nails dig in even harder. Damn it all; it really felt like he'd never get free. Her nails were so damned sharp, just like he remembered them.
"Shut up! I said get off me!" He yelled, continuing to struggle against her.
Bellatrix very nearly rolled her eyes. "I believe you are not in any position to make demands." she pointed out, lifting a hand and allowing the hidden dagger to slide smoothly into her palm, turning the blade and pressing it right under his chin. "There. Granted, these methods are so much more crude than I like, but well...with my wand out of commission, what can I do? A lady has to protect herself somehow, after all." She twisted the blade, slightly, pressing it closer to his skin, just shy of breaking it.
Sirius wasn't liking where this was going. But he struggled harder when one hand let go of him, and he cursed himself for letting James stuff him with all those damned donuts. Maybe that was why he was so week, now. He swore he was stronger than this.
As the dagger was pressed to his throat, he took a deep breath before he decided to try something. He feigned a fall back all of a sudden during his struggles, falling back into her fast, before he suddenly ripped himself forward, holding one arm between his neck and her arm to keep the knife away from his throat as he gave his attempt at freedom.
Bellatrix blinked, before she sucked in a breath, stumbling backward at the move, body instinctively shifting to support her, even in boots. Her hand moved, trying to knick a bit of skin, even his hand that pushed her arm away, determined to draw blood.
She got him, much to his dismay. The knife got his jaw, leaving a nice cut from his chin, trailing almost back to his ear. He stumbled forward, away from Bellatrix before he turned and bolted it. With no magic, he had nothing to defend himself with. She had a knife, and he had nothing but his fists. Needless to say, there was no competition in that.
He raised a hand to his jaw as he ran, trying to see how deep she'd got him. There was blood, that was for sure. He could definitely feel it seeping out of the cut. Sirius glanced over his shoulder quick, trying to see where she'd gone.
Blood. She had never been so aware of it before--it was strange--her senses immediately zeroed in on the blood dripping off of her knife, and she faltered for it, eyes trained on the crimson liquid trailing over the silver surface. It wasn't like she hadn't seen blood before...it was a common thing to her, and something that she had all over her hands more than once. But this time it froze her for a second, something primal stirring as a drop of blood dripped off the end of the daggar and onto the back of her hand. Even as she lifted her hand to her nose to take a sniff, her mind dimly brought up that person--name started with an 'M', she couldn't remember--and what they had said. Blood curse?
Bellatrixs eyes narrowed as her tongue flicked out, licking the blood off the back of her handand her eyes dilated slightly as the coppery taste filtered through her senses leaving a yearning for....more. It didnt matter whose, just more blood. With a low growl, she pushed off, taking after Sirius again. He was the closest target.
Sirius saw her stand there, staring at the dagger, seemingly dazed by the blood on it. He hoped she stayed that way until he could make his escape. He ran across the sand, pushing his muscles to the extreme. Her legs were longer than his, no doubt that if she were fit, she could catch him with ease. If only he could get to a bush, and still had his magic to change...
Why did this have to be so difficult?
He glanced back once more and saw her coming after him, and he felt a lump swell in his throat. She was quick, as he'd suspected. Nothing less of his dear cousin who was quite possibly beyond insane. He couldn't keep looking back, though, or he'd trip. He turned his head forward, feeling his muscles scream in protest as he pressed himself across the sand to just get away from her.
Bellatrix pushed forward, blood pumping feircly through her veins, a roar in her ears--it was something instinctual, this lust for blood, and she welcomed it, although wishing she was not wearing her boots--she would have been faster that way, and the allure of the sand under her feet was a tempting one. However, for now, the allure of blood was a stronger one, and she pushed forward, arms pumping, trying to catch up with the quickly fleeing boy.
He shot a quick glance over his shoulder, trying to spot the mad woman. She was advancing on him, and he doubted that no matter how fast he ran, she would continue to follow until she dropped dead herself. As much as he'd have liked that, he doubted that he himself could run that far for that long, while managing to not be caught.
Despite being in such an open space, he wished more than anything that he could just change. He didn't care if Remus told them to keep their alter-egos out of this place. He was pretty damned sure that this counted as a situation he could indulge in his ability for.
But as he ran, and wished and gave his attempt, he could feel the familiar tingle in his flesh. Sirius pushed it farther, damning his magic to just work. If it would, he could lose Bellatrix.
Her prey wasn't slowing down. It was irritating, to say the least--but fortunately, she still had her dagger. With a predatory smirk curling her lips, she drew back her hand, throwing the dagger at Sirius, attempting to aim for a leg--to knock him down. Obviously, had she been thinking clearly, she would have realized this would make it easier for Sirius to fight back, but she was far beyond that level of sanity at that point.
Like all her other attempts to hurt him, it worked. Bellatrix, right now, was much more prepared for this than Sirius was. The dagger got him in his calfs, and he couldn't help but stumble forward. With a nasty snarl that ripped out of his throat before he could stop it, he paused for the briefest of moments to pull it out. He couldn't very well keep running with a knife in his leg.
The anger and fear welled up inside him. Anger at Bellatrix, and fear towards her because he was so unprepared. He took a deep breath as he winced, his running considerably slowed. He was screwed. She was going to get him. Change, god damnit!He cursed.
With another attempt, twisted in with the fear and anger, he managed it. The tingle in his flesh as his body took on the form of a large black dog, uncaring if Bellatrix knew about his animagus form or not, right now. All he cared for was getting away. Despite the pain in his hind right leg, he managed to run faster, jumping up high on to the cement wall, not even going to attempt to make it to the stairs, before he broke out into another run. The knife had long since clattered to the sand, forgotten.
Fighting Bellatrix seemed like a lost cause without his magic. Right now, all he could do was escape.
Bellatrix hissed out a noise of triumph at first, watching Sirius stumble, but it was quickly cut off as he kept going after he ripped the dagger out. But he was slower now, she could catch---
She stopped short, eyes widening as he shifted, changed, morphed--and suddenly there was no Sirius, but a large black dog instead, and he was getting away--
...and he was gone.
Bellatrix's chest heaved as she sat down into the sand next to the fallen dagger, eyes narrowed and watching where the dog had disappeared to, some form of logic coming back to her. If she had just seen Sirius transform, that meant....
An animagi. Well, wasn't that interesting. She giggled--but there was nothing pleasant in the sound as she reached down, retrieving the dagger and pushing to her feet, fingers sliding along the flat of the blade, glathering the blood left over and rubbing it between her fingers with glee.
"I'll get you, doggie. You can't hide from me." She was sounding less elegant and more insane by the second, the blood on her fingers lending a thick smell to the night air, and she curled her hand inward, smeering the blood furthur across her palm, before she brought it to her mouth, and proceeded to lick it off with long swipes of her tongue, relishing the heady taste--and the want for more grew. Well, if she couldn't have the doggie's blood right now, well...she'd just find some others.
And she laughed for it, again, a high-pitched, unpleasant sound, before she pushed off again, into the night, in search of her next prey.