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Thread: Love begets hate

Bellatrix took a deep breath, wiping away her tears before going out there. Her eyes were soft, saddend, and pained, she had never felt anything like it before. She smiled as he kissed her hand, intwining there fingers. Bellatrix looked at all of the happy faces, which made her worse they could all be so happy, but her and her love couldn't.
Thread: Love begets hate

Lucius smiled painfully as he looked at the woman next to him, knowing that even if they convinced Cissy to change, nothign would be the same again. Nearly 20 years later. Lucius smiled slightly as he walked through the manor, tilting his head as he looked around, trying to decide what the best course of action would be. After all, his lord was living with him again, and with him,came all the problems of having death eaters flowing in and out of the house. One in particular. His heart giving a painful thump as he thought about Bellatrix, making sure his mask was firmly in place before he stepped into the dining room, eyes taking in the sight. All his family, plus Lord voldermort. Shaking his head a little to free himself of painful memories he sighed. He didn't want to deal with any of them at the moment, much less the insane devoted voldermort loving woman his sister in law and former love had become, at least not while he was eating.Narcissa.My lord.He greeted nodding to the rest in greeting, as he bowed his head to Voldermort before slipping into his seat.
Thread: Love begets hate

Bellatrix was in her sister's house for a death eater gathering, dinner to be exact. The main reason she was there was because of the Dark Lord, she enjoyed seeing her sister and nefew from time to time. But her heart always burned when she saw or worked with her brother in law and ex love from 20 years ago. Bellatrix had done her time in Askaban 14 years she was in that hell hole, Yes she was crazy but not as much as everyone thought. It was her facade to hide pain and some anger, she was indeed quite sane. Bellatrix was sitting on the right side of Voldemort, wanting to be as close to him as possible. When Lucius and her split, he filled her with joy and hope for a new world, but then she was shipped to Askaban. Narcissa eyed her sister every now and again, Bella knew she kept looking at her. It had been 20 years and Cissa was possesive of Lucius around Bella, knowing what happened so many years ago. Narcissa looked at her husband smiling, Lucius, She cooed lovingly.
Thread: Love begets hate

Lucius nearly groaned at the cooing tone in her voice. His wife, he could tolerate most days. If only because despite their diferences, he was sure Bellatrix would have a issue with him strangling Narcissa, and that his son loved his mother.I assume all is well?He said looking around, having been out of the house all day, he liked to know what had happened while he was gone.Draco smiled slightly,Same as it always is father.He said looking around the table. He was smarter then some people gave him credit for, and had spent years watching his family. He knew there was something off, he just didnt know what.
Thread: Love begets hate

Yes Dear all was fine, people were in and out all day. But other than that... Narcissa stated it was a dull day, which is strange when the Death Eaters come in and out of the house. How was you day, you must be exhausted. She stated with a gentle smile. Narcissa in fact loved Luicus it took awhile for it to form, but ever since it did Cissa was on egde expectually when Bellatrix was around. Narcissa had realized if Bella wanted him still she'd have hardly any problems just taking him. Bellatrix was paying attention to the Dark Lord's every move. Bella looked around the room, she saw her husband giving him a quick dirty look. Moving on she saw Draco, looking about, smiling slightly she continued, when she saw Lucius she gave a look of pure loathing, not like it was his fault but it helped ease the pain, then rolling her eyes she turned her attention back to Voldemort. Bellatrix had passed her sister because she was doing her perfect wife, mother, being over protective and possessive. It was 20 years ago it was over. Bellatrix was jealous of her little sister not that anyone knew, but Cissy had it all a beautiful house, a loving family, Bella's husband and Draco would have been her's, but she had no children of her own. She almost had a child, but it died, she didn't try after that.
Thread: Love begets hate

Lucius smiled as he ate,The minister is still scrambling to recover from the most recent attack my lord. Slaughtering the muggles on potter's street but leaving his family alone was genius. Voldemort nodded slightly, smiling with just a bare hint of lips turning up.Lucius, it was genius.It was my idea. Lucius nodded slightly eating, because he hated doing business over dinner. Full dinners with death eaters-bella- was bad enough without imagining murdering people. Not that it really bothered him, he just prefered not thinking about it over dinner. Rudolplus sighed softly at the look Bella gave him, tilting his head slightly, biting his lip.Despite everything, he loved his wife.And didn't understand why she didn't move on from the pain of losing lucius, when it seemed the blond was perfectly happy to move on. Lucius meanwhile, barely winced under the look Bellatrix gave him. Surely he should be used to it, but the looks and every word she spoke was like a knife to the heart.He had come to love his wife, but not with the all consuming passion that he'd loved her sister.
Thread: Love begets hate

Bellatrix smiled wicked knowing that the dark lord was happy, The ministry would soon be theirs, then the thought of murder always made her feel better. As she couldn't be happy she'd have to let others suffers. She cut and chewed her food, she was a savage about killing and such, ut she still had her proper table manners. Bella wasn't always so hard on Rudolfus but she had her image to up hold. She liked him yes, but her heart still belonged to Lucius. Bella's normally nice to him when others aren't around, he is her husband after all. If she had a choice she wouldn't have gotten married unless to Lucius but she had a contract. Bellatrix no longer really paying attention to the others, and focused on the conversation it's self.
Thread: Love begets hate

And so dinner past, with normal conversation following as Draco questioned his father over a potion he was trying to make getting input from the rest of the table,even Voldemort when the dark lord wasn't complating on how to murder the minister. As he finished eating Lucius sighed softly standing, bending to kiss Narcissa's head running a hand over her hair as he stood.I'm going for a walk.He muttered just loud enough to be heard before he left. Needing time away from Bella and Narcissa to regain his bearings. Heading out to the garden he sighed softly, though surprised, but it didn't show when draco followed him. What happened father?There's something going on, and I want to know about it. Everyone in the family knows.I want to know to.Draco said watching the elder blond as he kept walking without answering.Fahter! Go back inside Draco.Lucius said, needing the alone time, heading deeper into the garden, hoping Draco would obey and leave him alone. Even if that in itself had problems. He knew his son, the boy wasn't about to let this go easily. Draco sighed in frustration before heading back inside, tilting his head slightly as he saw his aunt and Voldemort walking out of the ining room.Aunt Bellatrix.He said, bowing slightly to his lord before focusing on his aunt.May we talk?
Thread: Love begets hate

Bellatrix listened intently to the Dark Lords plans. She added her advice to Draco's potion as well, she normally didn't mind helping him with homework or whatever, She quite actually adored her nefew. Narcissa smiled as he kissed her forehead, Right now? She asked gently as he started to leave. Draco, wait...She sttated but it was too late he was already up after his father. She continued to chat with the others while they were gone. Bellatrix watched as he left and shrugged going back to what the dark Lord was saying. Finishing up that conversation Bellatrix rose after the her Lord following him out, before her name was called. It was Draco to her surprise the dark lord had stopped as well. She just looked at Draco, something was wrong. Bella looked at Voldemort then back to Draco, Of course...My Lord.. She stated then bowed very low,Standing back up she walked away from the door. In a sweet voice she spoke, Sweetie come over...What's the matter? Sit. She asked then sat in a chair.
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Draco smiled slightly as he sat down beside his aunt, looking at her. Biting his lip as he watched the dark lord return to the death eaters he hd gone to converse with, leaving him and his aunt alone. He loved his aunt, despite the insanity that sometimes showed through, she was always kind to him.Everyone knows something, besides me! I know there's something going on in this family, there always has been. And I want to know what. Father wont say, and I'm not brave enough to ask mother.So.I'm asking you. What secret are all of you hiding?
Thread: Love begets hate

Bellatrix observed him, watching as he bit at his lip. She heard the Dark Lords footsteps fade as he rejoined the others. If only Bella had never had her heart shattered then sent off to Askaban she'd be pretty normal. Bellatrix was cold as she thought about how to anwser him. 'So they've left this to me have they? He's too young to know, I'm not...I can't' Her thoughts stuggled if she tried to explain it she'd cry, showing her weakness in front of him, the other Death Eaters and the dark lord. A light smile grew on her face again, Secret...? There's no secret. What gives you this idea? She asked him.
Thread: Love begets hate

Draco gave her a look, grey eyes so like his father's studying her. A slight frown on his face.Don't play me for a fool aunt Bella, I know there's something going on here, and I want to know.HE said staringat her before sighing, getting to his feet. Maybe he'd pester his father again, or his mother. A slight preplexed look on his face as he studied the other,There's something going on here.And I'll find it.Eventually.He said before walking away from her, giving his father a dirty look as he left the room. The boy's intelligent. If nothing else.Lucius said watching him go, before looking at bellatrix. Having the preverse need to talk to her, now that he knew Draco was searching for answers.
Thread: Love begets hate

He looked so much like his father, it was unnerving, His eyes mirrored Lucius. Bella broke slightly under that look, her face melted and looked saddend. She watched him as he went, Bellatrix sighed as he walked out. Bellatrix would have broken eventually but thank god for Draco's short patience. Yes he's a very smart boy, she stated not looking at him, it was hard to look at him in general but it was worse when they were alone. Bellatrix stood up and she headed toward the door to join the group.
Thread: Love begets hate

Lucius swallowed hard catching her arm in his hand, gently tugging her to a stop, studying the woman in front of him, pain showing in his eyes even if it didn't on the rest of his face.He wont stop asking. You know he has the patience like cissy's,but he'll dig his heels in until he knows.he said biting his lip. Trying to figure out what they should tell him. Not wanting to hurt his son by telling him he hadn't loved narcissa when they'd married, hadn''t wanted a child to bind him forever to her.But he loved his son, despite everything.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster It was a strangely silent night, the only thing the woman could really tell from where she sat. The woman was accustomed to the cold touch of snow, the squealing sound of tired hitting ice, and all other signs of winter. And years ago, she even could remember the sight of the white blanket that covered her house in a layer of insulation. At the memory, the woman sighed softly, a chuckle coming from her left. Reminiscing again, dear? The voice rang loudly in her now over-sensitive ears, Perhaps, just thinking about the last time I saw Christmas lights. She spoke gently, pale fingers rolling the engagement ring on her finger, a habit she had. Well, with this new promotion, maybe we can try again to get your sight back. The woman could hear his smile, and she couldn't help put frown. Her accident was a memory she'd come to peace with, but in risk of upsetting him, she remained silent. I'll just be in the other room finishing up this work, then I'll bring you home. His footsteps echoed in the empty space of the office building. The memory of her accident, as in peace as she was to it, still came to her easily. It had been winter, she had been in a hurry to get home after a long night of bar tending, a skill she picked up to put herself through schooling after deciding to return after dropping out of her first year. The vehicle full of high-schoolers drinking and driving didn't even see her little body running across the icy road. After being hit at full speed by a mini-van and being left out in the cold for an hour or so, she was brought to the hospital, where they found the trauma had affected her sight, permanently. Shaking her head, she relaxed back into the plush of her seat. Closing her sightless eyes and listening. Emile Burns didn't know anything about her husband-to-be's dark habits, his fondness for young boys, or about the things he hid in plain-sight. She dozed for a long moment, waking to the sound of a scuffle echoing through the empty halls. Her fianc's office was behind two sets of thick doors, she was waiting in the opposite office, but at the noises that roused her, she fled to him. Her hands found the doors with difficulty, but they were found in the end. The heels of her boots clicked as she walked, Dennis? She called into the empty air, saturated with a thick taste she wouldn't identify. Blinking cauterized eyes, the woman threw her head from side to side, shoulder length strawberry blond curls bounced against the leather jacket keeping her thin frame warm. Something wasn't right about the room other than the taste of the air, her quick senses were able to pick this up. Is someone else here? Her voice was strong as she stepped into her fianc's office, her boots slipping in something, hands going out for balance.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Obviously there had been a miscalculation somewhere within the plan. Everyone else in the office building had gone home, even the cleaning staff, and the night watchman was so useless that he might as well have been nonexistent. No one would have discovered the body until morning, and by that time Joseph Heller would have been asleep in his own bed with no one and nothing able to prove that he had been anywhere else that night. Simple, elegant, and with virtually no risk of detection or accidents. But now, everything was at risk. As he heard the footsteps approaching the office, footsteps that simply should not have been there, Heller had been forced to rush the finishing touches on Kohr's remains and slide into the darkness beside the office door. The intruder would enter, be appropriately stunned by the horrific beauty before them, and Heller would grab them before they could recover. There was still enough time in the night to make his solo piece a duet- No, Joseph had declared, from the place that the one slept while the other walked around. No one else dies. That's the deal, that's the rule. Heller had rather strong opinions about the rule, and was not at all shy about informing Joseph where he could place the rule and the domesticated animal it rode in on. The argument would have continued in its silent fury, but that was when the door opened. Dennis? the woman called out, the scream of mind-shattering horror surprisingly absent. Heller frowned slightly as he watched her, the blade in his hand still stained with Dennis' blood. Could she not see the beauty before her, the twisted glory that could only be seen in what remained of a man? The realization was slow in coming no, she could not. The woman stared blindly at the room before her. Heller could not help but smile it was perfect. All he had to do was leave, and so he did. Or rather, he intended to. Joseph did not appear to want to cooperate, still standing beside the now open door and watching the young woman the fiance, the one who doesn't know look for the man she didn't know had died. Is someone else here? she demanded as she began to step forward, directly into the first of the pools of blood Dennis had left behind. Unprepared for the sudden motion she began to fall, and suddenly it was Joseph who was moving forward despite Heller's internal shouts of disbelief and rage. Quickly his hands, encased in leather gloves still wet with blood and fluids best not thought of, reached out to gently seize hers, providing the stability needed for her to regain her balance. Now what, you fucking idiot, Heller demanded, and Joseph was forced to admit he had little idea. He stood mutely, watching the blind woman and waiting to see what her reaction would be. Perhaps if he was lucky, she would simply think him to be Dennis.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Emile's heels had been bought by Dennis, the last gift he had given her before Christmas. She had explained them to him one night, how she had had such boots when she was a teenager, and she loved them. So after that, he came home with the boots she'd described. Who would have thought that this gift would run her into the arms of the man who'd killed the gift-giver. Obviously, she had no idea that this was the case, but to all else in the seeing world, it was as clear as the snow on the sidewalks. Her hands clenched down on the slick ones offered out to her, her balance caught she 'phew'ed softly, just barely a whisper, before stopping moving. She didn't even think she was breathing anymore as she clasped the hand. Wet? Dennis... did you break a vase or something? She asked in a tiny voice. These hands... they were not right. But she knew Dennis owned a pair of gloves-- hell, she bought them for him. With the help of a friend or two. After a strong inhale, she jerked back, bringing her hand to her chest. Her fianc's blood smearing across the white tank she wore under the thick leather jacket. She turned her blind head from side to side, backing away from the person who offered her aid. W-what's that smell? She demanded in a weak voice, taking another small footstep backwards. Her heel hit something solid by soft, she turned as if to look. But just blinks her blank eyes in frustration. What the fuck is going on Dennis?! She nearly whimpered, after taking a step back forward, towards the unseen hands. Answer me god dammit! All of this said while she flicks her head from side to side on confusion. Yikes, short. Sorry. x.x
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Joseph's hands remained extended for a few moments after the blind woman jerked away, and he felt the need to comfort her, tell her what had happened, why it had needed to be done. But Heller screamed at him from the quiet place, and they both knew that giving this woman the comfort she needed would only give her everything she needed to be sure that he was arrested. This woman would cause trouble, whispered Heller, would draw the authorities, would be hounded by the press and taunted by the media the only known witness to the Bogeyman, struck blind by the cruel hand of fate. Doubtless her blindness would end up being blamed on him as well, one way or another. Was it not kinder to simply end her before her mind could be shattered by what had happened, was happening, would happen? Yet Joseph said no. No, he would not, could not kill this woman merely for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Even when she tried to retreat from him, her foot striking a limb some distance from the others, there was nothing but sorrow in his eyes. There had been rules. There had been a deal. And now an innocent life was destroyed even though his victim still breathed. The faces of his victims had occasionally run through his mind, but there was no regret there. Suddenly new faces began to appear, fathers, mothers, sons and daughters. What had he done? What could he do? It was several moments before Joseph Heller moved, but finally Joseph began to walk towards the desk, passing Dennis' still, defiled form and the nearly-panicking woman. He picked up the phone and dialed three numbers, tapping the button to activate the speakerphone. 911, what's your emergency? the voice answered after a single ring, startlingly loud in the silence of the room. Neither James nor Heller offered an answer, instead starting to head for the office's thick doors. He'd spent too long here already, taken too many chances, and for what? Some dumb bitch that's begging for a merciful death, answered Heller. A woman who's desperate to know what happened to the man she loved, answered James. 911, what's your emergency? Is anyone there? The voice followed him as he broke into a run, retreating down the stairs towards the back exit of the building. There was nothing he could do, not now. Not with Dennis Kohr's blood still upon his hands and blade.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster A hard gulp passed down her throat as she twisted her head, the movement she could hear. One didn't need eyes to notice when people shifted. She body shifted as she followed the movement, her heels clicking against the marble floors, the only noise other than the other man, though he could probably barely hear himself, where as she could hear it like he was clapping before her face. Who-- her question stopped when the automatic voice came to echo within the room. Emile stood dumbstruck at the 911 call for a long moment, listening to the man escape before she spoke, her voice echoing through the halls, a hiccup in her voice as she spoke. I-I'm here... She spoke, before moving closer to the sound of the phone, her hands outstretched before her. I don't know what's going, please... someone help me. Are you injured ma'am? No. But I can't find my husb-- Fianc. He won't respond. Did you look for him-- I'm blind. A single month passed from that moment and still Emile grieved, the clothing --all gifts from her dead fiance-- were all being kept as evidence. The woman spent at least an hour at the police station everyday, the only living person to have met the Bogeyman. She wasn't even missing a limb! Reporters stalked her every movement, people sent her letters she couldn't read, others called her to offer both condolences, and those who were deranged called asking if they could touch her to have a part of the Bogeyman. Emile had begun to stop picking up her phone in general. One month and still not even a hair was found to link someone to the crime, and for a whole month the woman lived in her fiance's home with only the aid of a single cop who was sent to her daily to bring her in to the station -- she was a suspect, somehow. It was the anniversary of her lover's death that day, she sat on the couch with a TV on for background noise in a living room in dire need of a clean, her thin fingers going over a letter she received in braille, an ad for a seeing eye dog, she was pondering it at around noon. Snowflakes touching the window to her left almost silently, in front of her, the TV blared about the Stock Market. Hope you don't mind the time-skip