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Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 20, 2008 22:19:24 GMT -5
Bella couldn't take it anymore. Her bare skin against his felt so warm and inviting. She leaned back, taking his body with her as they fell onto the bed behind them.
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The moonlight shone through the window, falling on the bed. Bellatrix threw back the blanket and set her feet on the chilly floor. She shuddered slightly as she stood, then crossed the room to where her clothes laid. She bent down and picked them up from the floor, setting them neatly on the chair in the corner. She also gathered up Dean's and set them on the bench at the foot of the bed. She caught sight of her tousled hair in the mirror and began to fuss with it.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Jul 23, 2008 22:11:07 GMT -5
Dean turned over in his sleep, nestling deep under the luxurious sheets. He'd never slept so well, in such comfort and luxury, in all his life. In fact, even the sparse hippie commune decor at Chloe's house was a step up from what he was used to. But this... this he could definitely get accustomed to living like this. Yet he knew it was only a temporary thing, that this night would come to an end, and Bella would most likely never contact him again. And rightly so. If she knew his secret, she'd likely cast him out this minute. And he'd already almost slipped up.
Earlier, he had nearly let out a wolf-like howl, which would have been hard to explain, and probably would have killed the mood. And he was lucky that she hadn't explored his body and spotted some of the odd-looking scars on his skin. Especially the original bite mark on his shoulder. It had healed nicely, but if examined, it looked very much as if someone had taken a bite out of him.
He stretched his arm out to where Bella should have been, but his arm brushed against nothing. Stirring slightly, he leaned up on one arm and murmured, "Bella?"
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 24, 2008 20:55:10 GMT -5
She had managed to detangle most of her hair by the time she heard Dean wake and call for her. She turned and faced the be he laid on, though he was only half visible in the moonlit room. As far as she could tell, he looked comfortable. It had been strange when he fell asleep there, next to her. Most of the men she encountered were the type to leave right after, or at least try for polite conversation and a drink. But Dean was different. He had been eager to please and didn't have that look of accomplishment that the others had. So even though it went against her character, she let him sleep.
"Hmm?" Bellatrix looked out the window, instead of at Dean. She continued to play with her hair, letting large groups of ringlets fall over her breasts. Her hand fell casually to her side, brushing against the scar on her side left from her fight with Claudia Morley. Other than that one mark, her body was perfect.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Jul 24, 2008 22:11:18 GMT -5
Dean grinned sleepily. He wasn't sure whether it was the dim light in the room, or the warm glow of what they had done together, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He felt free, more free and open than he'd ever felt in his life. He was used to keeping his thoughts inside, not expressing them. But somehow, he felt like all those inhibitions were gone. So he opened his mouth and let the words spill out. "You're beautiful, you know that?"
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 24, 2008 22:43:02 GMT -5
Bellatrix giggled at his complement. "Of course I do," she said honestly. She didn't care to be polite or humble in front of Dean, he didn't call for it. She walked over to the bed and laid on it, near him. She laid on her side and rested her head in her hand. She stared at him for a while, not having anything much to say. She was much more interested in hearing what other nice things he had to say about her.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Jul 27, 2008 0:59:16 GMT -5
Dean leaned up on one elbow and looked over at her with a lazy grin. "You're sure Rodolphus doesn't care that you cheat on him?" he asked. "I mean, if I was engaged to you, I don't think I would want to share. I don't think he realizes how good he's got it."
Of course he knew this was just a one-time thing, and that all the compliments in the world wouldn't earn him a second date. In truth, he didn't even think he really wanted that. He liked what they had, the momentary pleasure of it all. He doubted it would even be as good a second time. But the mere fact that she had even given him this much was incredible to him. And the idea that Rodolphus would not care about being just one of many in his fiancee's life was even more impossible to him.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 27, 2008 10:55:28 GMT -5
Bellatrix rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling. She was silent for a while, not really thinking of what to say, but thinking of why she should say it. It didn't matter to Dean if Rodolphus disliked her cheating or not. It wasn't as if he was in any danger. Bellatrix was hardly one to kiss and tell. And his demeanor was more curious than concerned. But she humored him with the truth anyway. "Rodolphus and I have an understanding. He's gone a lot and I have needs. I'm not going to wait around for him, but I still care for him." At one time she would have said that she loved him, but she no longer knew if that was true or not. Their relationship had turned from exciting to safe, and while safe was good it wasn't what Bellatrix wanted. She wanted danger. Powerful, exciting danger.
Bellatrix realized she had stopped talking for some time, lost in her thoughts. She looked over at Dean, who was still looking at her curiously. "It's not as if this was anything more than what it was; fun. He may have to share my body but it would be my heart that he would be upset about. And it's not as though you, or any other man I've been with, has that." No, no other man she had been with did have that. But there was one. Bellatrix shut her eyes hard, she couldn't think about that now. It upset her.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Jul 29, 2008 22:43:05 GMT -5
Dean listened to her explain her relationship with Rodolphus. In a way, it made some sense to him. After all, while he had enjoyed what they had just done, he knew he didn't love her. He wasn't entirely sure what love was, really, but he know that he was able to sleep with her without it. It was just fun... barely even personal. He imagined Rodolphus probably looked at it much the same way.
But he also saw the look on her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if thinking of something very painful. Misunderstanding her expression, he assumed she was thinking about Rodolphus. "Do you suppose he cheats, too?" he asked. "Does it bother you to think that he might?"
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 29, 2008 23:01:37 GMT -5
She laughed softly to herself when Dean asked about Rodolphus' affairs. "I'm sure he does, but it's not as if we discuss these sorts of things so I couldn't be 100% sure." But she was nearly 90% sure anyway, without any admittance from him or any real proof. It didn't bother her in the slightest if Rodolphus did have other women. She knew he loved her more than any other. "I would be a hypocrite if it bothered me, wouldn't I? And besides, I have men queuing up around the block for a night with me, I hardly have time to bother with jealousy." She was trying to sound stronger than she really was, though t really didn't bother her.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Jul 30, 2008 23:25:03 GMT -5
Dean shrugged. "I suppose that's fair," he said. "Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with it. I was just curious. You know, I don't actually believe in love and all that stuff. And I think people are too hung up on the physical vs. the emotional. Why does everything have to be so important? Why can't it just be about having a good time? It's just... refreshing to see a girl who feels the same way, you know?"
He sat up in bed, allowing the covers to shift and leave his bare torso exposed. Dozens of scratches, long and straight, were clearly visible in the dim light of the room. "So how does this work, anyway? Am I supposed to leave now, or do you mind if I stay awhile?"
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 31, 2008 22:56:33 GMT -5
During their tryst Bellatrix had been too overwhelmed to notice the thin scratches that covered his body. They didn't seem to be raised, like normal scars. Clearly an effect from some sort of spell. But now as he sat forward she could tell he really had been hunting, and it looked as though the beasts were up a point or two. She rolled onto her side again and lightly touched a dark scar on his lower back. "Are all of these from your hunting?" She couldn't be sure why his scars interested her so. Perhaps it was the thrill of the uncivilized. He had gotten them fighting muggle style no doubt. Or maybe it was because when they attended Hogwarts he had seemed so quiet. And quiet boys never got harmed because they were never in harms way.Whatever the case, she couldn't keep from staring at them. She briefly wondered if he had stared at her scar, then pulled the sheet up over her waist to hide it.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Jul 31, 2008 23:06:29 GMT -5
Dean flinched slightly as she touched the scars. It wasn't that they hurt or anything. The pain from the bites and scratches had long since faded. And secretly he was proud of them; they showed that he had been through something, that he had fought for survival and won. But he didn't really want her to ask too many questions about them. She couldn't know how he really received them. "Yeah, those are from hunting," he said, which was true--in a matter of speaking. "I think that one was from a coyote."
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 31, 2008 23:11:24 GMT -5
Her hand recoiled slightly as he mentioned a coyote. Nasty creatures. Too much like dogs. Bellatrix detested dogs, and anything similar. They were always dirty and snapped at everything and anything. Foul, little beasts. "Well," she said sitting up then and finally answering his question. "It's still night, so I suppose you staying the night isn't out of the question. But don't expect breakfast or anything." She sneered and laughed at the same time, which would have made it difficult for Dean to tell if she was serious or not. She didn't clarify. His innocence in the matter humored her.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 3, 2008 1:47:37 GMT -5
Dean chuckled. "That's OK. I wasn't really expecting you to make waffles or anything. You don't strike me as the domestic type. And I don't see any house elves. But it's nice to be able to stay the night. I've never really slept in a bed this fancy before. Most of the time, I'm lucky if I get a bed at all, actually." He laid his head back down on the pillow and looked over at her. "Do you mind if I ask you about something?"
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Aug 3, 2008 1:56:05 GMT -5
She looked back at Dean from her sitting position. They seemed to be taking turns sitting and laying on the bed. They might have looked like weighing scales to an observer. "You didn't need my permission for the other questions," she stated flatly.
While she was sitting there she was still aware of their scars. She kept herself from staring at his, since he clearly didn't like it. And she twisted the sheet to wrap itself around her lower half, covering her own scar. Her top half, however was only barely covered by her long curls.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 3, 2008 23:31:40 GMT -5
Dean frowned. He wasn't sure how to ask this next question without annoying her or prompting new questions from her about his life. "Your.... friends... The ones you mentioned earlier.... I was wondering if it would be possible to meet them. I think--and I could be wrong--that we're of the same mind about certain... current events, if you know what I mean. And I think your friends are as well."
He nearly smacked his own face for his stupidity. What kind of way was that to ask? But he couldn't very well ask straight out if she was a Death Eater, now could he? Or if she knew Lord Voldemort and would be willing to give him an introduction?
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Aug 3, 2008 23:49:10 GMT -5
She tilted her head and gave him a puzzled look. Was he joking? He couldn't really be asking her if she was a member of Lord Voldemort's following. That could be just the thing to get you a lovely stay in Azkaban; following Voldemort. He had spoken of his 'friends' and their socially acceptable ways. This would be the complete opposite. Was he really wanting to flip all together? Or was there something devious about his questioning. She considered him for a long time, but once again he seemed genuinely curious. What was it with him?
Twisting to lay on her stomach so that her head was nearer his, she thought carefully before she spoke. "Are you asking me if I actively defy the Ministry of Magic?" She watched him, particularly his eyes, for a reaction.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 3, 2008 23:57:30 GMT -5
Dean knew that, now that he'd broached the subject, there was no backing out. Now what he had to do was convince her of the depth of his own beliefs. "Look, my friends, the ones that took me in... they're losers. Pansies. They've been nice enough to me, and I've learned some valuable stuff from them, but ultimately, I don't belong there. I'm not one of them, and I never will be. I'm not a goody-goody. Living with them is like living in one of those muggle hippie communes. They practically sing Kumbaya every night."
His face wrinkled in disgust. "I couldn't care less about the Ministry of Magic, either. That moron Corrigan getting voted as Minister? It's ridiculous. I may be poor and an orphan, but I know where I come from, and my parents' blood was as pure as yours. I take pride in that."
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Aug 4, 2008 0:02:20 GMT -5
She laughed as he further explained his new friends. She didn't know how anyone could last so much as a day there, from what Dean was saying. It sounded absolutely terrible. She almost felt sorry for him. She decided to indulge him. "You take pride in your heritage...how so? What would you be willing to do to show your blood pride?" She continued to watch him as thoroughly as before. But he was beginning to win her over. Slowly.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 4, 2008 0:17:24 GMT -5
"Whatever it takes," Dean said promptly. "OK... I haven't killed a person yet, but I've killed some animals. And I don't have a problem with killing anyone. I've been practicing the Cruciatus curse on small animals..."
It was true. Pearl and Zander and the others didn't know about his activities, but he would often go into the woods near the house at night and torture squirrels and rabbits with the curse. He usually broke their necks afterwards and brought them back to clean for the pack to serve for breakfast. He hadn't yet moved up to larger creatures, but he intended to do so soon.
"Look... I understand if you can't introduce me to... him... yet. But maybe some of your other friends? So I can get a feel for what would be expected, and see how I can contribute?"
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