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Bella strode into the room, wrapped in a rich red velvet cloak, covering a tight bodice of black lace and a full skirt of black with dark red ribbons trailing down the side like rivers of blood. All eyes went to her, and she smirked, tossing her long black hair and silently enjoying the way it caught the attention of those few still left alive to watch - though she liked to think the rotting corpses of past days were looking at her as well.

She was no longer gaunt and thin, the months preceding and after her Lord\'s victory had been good to her. She was once again Bellatrix Black, a beauty to rival any - especially her sister who sat dirty and torn, huddled in a corner with her treacherous son.

Bella smirked and made her way over to the two of them, clinging to each other as though that would save them. She released the spell which bound them silent - but kept the spell in place on the other occupant of the large room. He knew enough by now not to speak, lest he drew her attention - for normally Bella only took her pick, and then left the rest alone.

But there was nothing much to pick from - not anymore. As Bella leaned down to look into her sister\'s startling blue eyes, her smile grew a bit bigger at the thought of what was coming next. Because when she left the room, there would be no one left alive.

\"Tell me Narcissa,\" Bella said venomously,\" Are you happy now you chose to be with your son?\" Bella nearly spat the last word out, giving Draco a contemptuous glance before turning back to the last of the Black\'s - save herself.

\"Yes,\" Narcissa said softly, blue eyes meeting Bella\'s fathomless black with no fear in her own at all.

Exactly what Bellatrix wanted her to say. Much better if they were content in their decisions as they faced death. Their screams were always so much more satisfying as they died. Bella released the hold on Draco only, keeping Narcissa in her corner. \"Bad, bad girl,\" Bella mumbled under her breath.

The time may have improved her physical appearance, but she was still insane - in every sense of the word, now. And soon the occupants of the room would come to see how insane she had become.

Bella pulled Draco boy across the room, and ordered him to strip, watching as he did so with a rather bored look on her face. When he was nude, she pulled him closer, bending her head and licking the hollow of his neck, smiling as she heard the anguished groan come from both mother and son at the same time. Bella stood back up and loosed the clasp on her cloak, letting it fall at her feet without even a glance at it.

She pulled her wand from a pocket hidden in the folds of her skirt and pointed it at Draco boy and cast Imperious on him. When she saw the familiar dullness in his eyes, she laughed - her voice loud in the quiet of the room.

\"Fuck her. Rip her clothes off and fuck her until she screams for you to stop,\" she said with a sneer, waving her wand lazily at her sister - his mother.

Draco\'s feet moved slowly at first, but a murmured word from Bella\'s blood red lips encouraged him a bit, and soon he was by his mother\'s side. Narcissa was crying by then, hot, wet tears that ran unchecked down her cheeks.

Draco\'s eyes expressed his sorrow as he pulled his sobbing mother from the floor and pushed her against the wall. Bella\'s dark laugh seemed to be all around them, and as he ripped his mothers\' panties from under her skirt, her laughter seemed to ring through his head. Next came his mother\'s shirt, and then her skirt, which was already half torn off as it was.

Then Draco pushed her harder against the wall and loosed himself from his trousers, thrusting into her with a grunt. He braced himself with one hand on the wall, and gripped his mother\'s hair with the other, his thrusts becoming frantic and hard.

Narcissa closed her eyes, still sobbing quietly, and tried to pretend this wasn\'t really happening. Her wandering of thought was quickly interrupted when Bella\'s hand contacted with her face. The sisters looked at each other, even as Draco fucked his mother, slamming her against the wall with the thrust of his cock into her. Blue eyes swimming with tears pleaded with Bella for mercy, but she saw nothing but tepid pools of ebony looking back at her, and began to scream for some kind of release from this hell, even if it was death.

As Narcissa screamed for Draco to stop - for Bella to please stop him, a spark lit in Bella\'s eyes, and she pointed her wand at the both of them. First she immobilized them, just as Draco had plunged deeply inside his mother\'s body, and they stood upright for a moment. And then Bella pushed them over, laughing in a wicked glee when they hit the floor together.

Then she pointed her wand at them for the final time, and Crucio\'ed them both. As they lay trapped in their agony, son still partly sheathed inside his mother, Bella turned and focused her eyes on the next person on her mental checklist.

Severus had watched this all with a dispassionate stare, and that had infuriated Bella to no end. She walked to where he sat, calmly gazing up at him, and spat at him, hitting him on the cheek, which he made no move to wipe off. \"Traitor!\" Bella screeched, her hair whipping wildly around her face, giving her a haunted, hungry look.

\"I am a traitor, but I would rather die knowing I am on the right side then continue to serve madman, who also happens to be a hal. . .\" The word hadn\'t a chance to get out of his mouth before she swung her arm in one wide arc, connecting her hand with that mouth spewing things she would not hear about her Lord - words she had heard enough.

\"Silence!\" She screeched again, and with surprising strength pulled Severus off the floor, and across the room to where a small table stood. She pushed him against it with enough force to almost tumble it over, and sneered at him.

A wave of her wand and he was nude, another wave and he was bound to the table, which was specially designed for only one purpose. For Bella to play with people. Severus had his back flush on the smooth wood, but his legs hung off one side, and his head and shoulders hung back off the other side.

Bella laughed and slipped her wand, for the moment at least, back into her skirt pocket. And from the same pocket she took her blade. Eight inches, jagged and sharp, and she got lost for a minute as the wane sunlight filtering in the room from the lone window caught on the metal and made it flash and sparkle.

\"So pretty,\" she mumbled under her breath, and then she put the blade on Severus\' stomach and drew it across slowly.

Bella watched as the skin puckered up around the line of welling blood, and she pressed the knife a bit deeper, cackling softly as the line became larger. Severus paled, just a bit, but his mouth remained a thin line of determination.

\"Tut, tut, my darling Severus,\" she said in an eerie imitation of Narcissa\'s voice,\" Must put on a good show for your wife, mustn\'t we?\" Bella tilted her head slightly, indicating a still very much alive Narcissa and Draco, though by now the pain had nearly driven them mad.

\"Fuck you,\" Severus hissed out, and then Bella threw her head back and laughed wickedly.

\"Such language,\" she said, even as she began cutting the man lay out before her.

Cut after cut until his entire upper body was only a mass of red, of blood and tissue and muscle - with only one or two thin lines of white showing through. Bella bent her head and lapped at the blood like a cat, dipping her tongue down into his flesh, finally causing a small moan of pain to issue forth from him.

This did nothing but inflame her, however, and she sucked hungrily at his flowing blood, even as her knife cut a jagged slice in his leg, making him jerk up in the restraints - which simple pushed him even more into her mouth.

Finally sated, at least for the time being, Bella lifted her head and wiped her mouth. She left a streak of blood across her cheek, and then with a seemingly sweet smile, stabbed the knife into his eye, and then he screamed. He screams so loudly, so pretty, just for me. Do you see sister, I can make him scream as well.

She stood there, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of the blade - though she made no effort to remove it. After he had made himself almost hoarse by screaming, she twisted the blade slightly, and his screams renewed doubly.

Bella laughed softly then, almost sounding like the young girl she had once been, and then pulled the knife out in one swift movement. She plunged it quickly into his neck, cutting off his screams effectively into a gurgling murmur, and then his eyes took on that dusky, hazed look - right before life left them completely.

And then she finally turned back to her sister - her nephew. And dropped the knife, still dripping with Severus\' blood, back into her pocket and pulled out her wand. She hated to kill them, because then she would have no one to play with for awhile. She looked around her at the rotting corpses laying against the walls.

She had refused to allow them to be brought out, and her Lord had merely told the other\'s they were to accede to her wishes. So they had been pushed to the side and stack upon one another. A man, and his woman - troublesome Mudblood she had been. And him, his red hair and a brusque manner made her doubt that he truly was a Pureblood. They had died saying nonsense about love, and how Bella would see the truth about her Lord soon enough.

And the other one, the boy\'s relation, she had been. A thin, wiry girl, but she had sucked Bella\'s cunt until her orgasm had ripped through her - and then she had cut the girls neck almost completely through, while the girl\'s lips had still been on her.

So many dead, and now the only two that lived where her blood, her family. Bella shook her head. The only family she needed was her Lord. Her Lord loved her. Not these traitors. And Bella pointed her wand at them and performed the killing curse, and then they were no more. With a final look around the room, at the cords of bodies in one corner that had long ago begun to rot and almost melt into each other, she left the room, leaving her luxurious cloak on the floor.

The cloak was a darker red now, from the blood that had flowed from the dead man on the table. It was ruined, but her Lord would arrange for her to have another even more befitting his chosen one.

And Bella refused to listen to the voice that echoed in her head as she left the room - the voice of the mudblood as she had died, clinging to her man. He is a Half-blood, did you know that? Stupid bitch. He\'s what you have fought against for so many years.