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No one mourns the wicked part 1
Absolute power
No one mourns the wicked (Part 1)
I cleared my throat as I wiped away the dirt from your headstone. It was cold tonight, colder than usual. The stars had brightened; the moon was bearing down on my exposed skin.
“I hate that I have to sneak around like this, I hate the fact that they treat you with such disrespect.” I hissed, running my hand across the headstone.
Just seeing her name edged in stone sends chills up my body. I will never understand why she did what she did. I thought it was going to be me and her, now it’s just me. All alone, having to tolerate these filthy creatures
“I’m the filthy one, how can I bare this mark while this filthy blood runs through my veins.”
“Bella, I can’t do this.” I whispered.
I saw her reflection as I looked in the mirror.
“You said you wanted this.”
“I know, but. . .”
“No, no you can’t turn your back on me.” She said gripping my shoulders, her nails digging in my skin. “Remember what I taught you”.
“I know.” I said turning around and moving the hair strand away from Bellatrix eyes.
I could feel her tongue trace my forearm, I closed my eyes.
Why is it that she had this hold on me? Every time I am with her something inside of me is awakened.
“This mark represents everything I taught you.” She said, breaking my thoughts.
“We are supposed to do this together.”
She let out a small laugh. “There you are again, with your fairy tale love story.”
“You let your emotions get the best of you that is your weakness.” She said, stepping closer to me. “You belong to me and me only, don’t forget that. Don’t forget who you are.”
I turned away in disgust. “I wish I could forget. How can you . . .?” I trailed off unable to continue, but I knew she knew what was on my mind. I knew she struggled with who I was just as much as I did.
I felt her hand in mine, as she kissed my neck.
“When the time comes, do not hesitate.” She whispered in my ear.
I shook my head slowly.
“You have to do it, do it for me.” I heard her say as her lips met mines.
She took my hand, leading me to the bed.
I looked up at her, her eyes showing an emotion I secretly longed for.
“What you’re asking me to do. . . I can’t.”
She pressed her finger against my lips. “Please?” She asked replacing her finger with her lips.
As we pulled away I could tell something changed. I looked in her eyes, and I saw it.
I kissed her passionately, sliding her silk robe off. As we lay on the bed, my mark began to burn.
My eyes met hers.
“You feel it?” She asked, tracing my mark.
I shrugged off my robe, still keeping eye contact.
I felt her hands trail my body, every touch reached my soul.
This was the first time she let me take control. The first time she let me see her true colors.
I kissed her neck while my fingers entered her. Her moans quickly filled my ears.
It didn’t take long for us. Usually there were a few slaps, scratches, bite marks, blood and on occasions arms being bound. This time however, was different. This time, it was something more.
As our bodies grind against each other I couldn’t help but notice her perfect body. She has been through so much but she still was exquisite. She takes my breath away, maybe I do sound like I want a fairy tale life but I…
“Hermione.” I heard her whisper, while digging her nails in my back.
This was the first time she. . .
“Oh Hermione.”
As she arched her back my very soul was filled with her moans.
At that moment two bodies became one. All of our worries and doubts subsided. The only thing that mattered was us.
I looked in her eyes, trying to read them. I never could . . . and I never will.
She caressed my face, tracing my lips.
I could see her eyes watering up. I slowly brought my shaky hand to her cheek wiping the fallen tears away.
“I. . .” She tried to find the right words, but I already knew.
“Shh.” I whispered, kissing her lips. “I know, I already know.
I walked down the dirt trail, taking out the locket. Not looking back, I apparated . . .
A/N: I know this is super short but more is coming. I don’t really know how I feel about this chapter. I am writing more of this, hopefully things get explained in the next few chapters…
Advice is welcomed and appreciated…
No one mourns the wicked (Part 1)
I cleared my throat as I wiped away the dirt from your headstone. It was cold tonight, colder than usual. The stars had brightened; the moon was bearing down on my exposed skin.
“I hate that I have to sneak around like this, I hate the fact that they treat you with such disrespect.” I hissed, running my hand across the headstone.
Just seeing her name edged in stone sends chills up my body. I will never understand why she did what she did. I thought it was going to be me and her, now it’s just me. All alone, having to tolerate these filthy creatures
“I’m the filthy one, how can I bare this mark while this filthy blood runs through my veins.”
“Bella, I can’t do this.” I whispered.
I saw her reflection as I looked in the mirror.
“You said you wanted this.”
“I know, but. . .”
“No, no you can’t turn your back on me.” She said gripping my shoulders, her nails digging in my skin. “Remember what I taught you”.
“I know.” I said turning around and moving the hair strand away from Bellatrix eyes.
I could feel her tongue trace my forearm, I closed my eyes.
Why is it that she had this hold on me? Every time I am with her something inside of me is awakened.
“This mark represents everything I taught you.” She said, breaking my thoughts.
“We are supposed to do this together.”
She let out a small laugh. “There you are again, with your fairy tale love story.”
“You let your emotions get the best of you that is your weakness.” She said, stepping closer to me. “You belong to me and me only, don’t forget that. Don’t forget who you are.”
I turned away in disgust. “I wish I could forget. How can you . . .?” I trailed off unable to continue, but I knew she knew what was on my mind. I knew she struggled with who I was just as much as I did.
I felt her hand in mine, as she kissed my neck.
“When the time comes, do not hesitate.” She whispered in my ear.
I shook my head slowly.
“You have to do it, do it for me.” I heard her say as her lips met mines.
She took my hand, leading me to the bed.
I looked up at her, her eyes showing an emotion I secretly longed for.
“What you’re asking me to do. . . I can’t.”
She pressed her finger against my lips. “Please?” She asked replacing her finger with her lips.
As we pulled away I could tell something changed. I looked in her eyes, and I saw it.
I kissed her passionately, sliding her silk robe off. As we lay on the bed, my mark began to burn.
My eyes met hers.
“You feel it?” She asked, tracing my mark.
I shrugged off my robe, still keeping eye contact.
I felt her hands trail my body, every touch reached my soul.
This was the first time she let me take control. The first time she let me see her true colors.
I kissed her neck while my fingers entered her. Her moans quickly filled my ears.
It didn’t take long for us. Usually there were a few slaps, scratches, bite marks, blood and on occasions arms being bound. This time however, was different. This time, it was something more.
As our bodies grind against each other I couldn’t help but notice her perfect body. She has been through so much but she still was exquisite. She takes my breath away, maybe I do sound like I want a fairy tale life but I…
“Hermione.” I heard her whisper, while digging her nails in my back.
This was the first time she. . .
“Oh Hermione.”
As she arched her back my very soul was filled with her moans.
At that moment two bodies became one. All of our worries and doubts subsided. The only thing that mattered was us.
I looked in her eyes, trying to read them. I never could . . . and I never will.
She caressed my face, tracing my lips.
I could see her eyes watering up. I slowly brought my shaky hand to her cheek wiping the fallen tears away.
“I. . .” She tried to find the right words, but I already knew.
“Shh.” I whispered, kissing her lips. “I know, I already know.
I walked down the dirt trail, taking out the locket. Not looking back, I apparated . . .
A/N: I know this is super short but more is coming. I don’t really know how I feel about this chapter. I am writing more of this, hopefully things get explained in the next few chapters…
Advice is welcomed and appreciated…