You coming to get me?

I'm Bellatrix Black Collins, one of the most powerful witch you'll ever meet, only female Death Eater and the Dark Lord’s most loyal lieutenant. Unfortunately, my Lord died during the Second Wizarding War and every wizard thinks I'm also dead, but...

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The witch smirked when Barnabas said she’d be fine. He was such a hopeful fool sometimes. She continued to listen to him and took a sip of the cocktail her husband made her. “Whatever happened in the past shaped who we are now, so I think we should embrace it,” She said quietly as a response.

They stayed in a comfortable silence for a while, Bella trying to handle the feeling in her stomach silently. “Merlin, how are we going to handle three kids? We can barely deal with one. We should never have sex again, it always leads to this, it appears,” Bella mumbled to Barnabas with raised eyebrows. “Anyways, we might want to use this peaceful time - something we very rarely have - as best as we can. So, tell me: what’s one of your craziest dreams?” She asked him out of the blue, determined to change her mind from all the things she had too much time to think.

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Barnabas shrugged slightly when Bellatrix spoke. “I’ve made so many mistakes though,” He mumbled with a frown. He smirked slightly when his wife began to complain, amazed at how, even in the worst situations, her personality was so potent. He raised an eyebrow when she asked about his craziest dream, but knew she needed a distraction. “Once I had a dream I met a beautiful young woman…and fell in love,” He said with a small smile as he leaned in and kissed down her jawline and neck. “She was passionate, and charming, and exquisite and…I married her…we started a family…it was surreal. She changed my life…gave me a reason to live. And I still think I’m dreaming…every single day.”

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Bellatrix smirked as Barnabas gave his answer and closed her eyes when he started to kiss her skin. “You’re cheesy,” she muttered to him and laid her hand on the back of his neck. His kisses had a considerable effect on her and she had to take a deep breath to control herself. “But I do am crazy, so I guess that counts,” The witch added before taking another small sip from the glass. “Sometimes, I wonder what the hell happened in that head of yours for proposing to me. Maybe you’re crazier than I am.”

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Barnabas let out a breathy laugh when his wife spoke and shook his head when she called herself crazy. He played with a strand of her hair as she continued to talk and rolled his eyes when she called him crazy. “I would be crazy not  to propose, my dear,” He sighed. “Although you were, in fact, carrying my child. What would happen if I didn’t propose, do you think?” He asked with a raised eyebrow as he twirled her hair around his finger and stared into her eyes intently.

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Bellatrix smirked when Barnabas told her he would have been crazy to do the contrary of what he actually did. She took a deep breath when he asked what she thought would have happened if he would have never proposed to her. “I don’t know. I would have probably left Lyra to you and gone off to the wizarding world to kill that Potter boy and his friends,” She said with a simple shrug before taking a sip from her glass.

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The witch smirked when Barnabas said she’d be fine. He was such a hopeful fool sometimes. She continued to listen to him and took a sip of the cocktail her husband made her. “Whatever happened in the past shaped who we are now, so I think we should embrace it,” She said quietly as a response.

They stayed in a comfortable silence for a while, Bella trying to handle the feeling in her stomach silently. “Merlin, how are we going to handle three kids? We can barely deal with one. We should never have sex again, it always leads to this, it appears,” Bella mumbled to Barnabas with raised eyebrows. “Anyways, we might want to use this peaceful time - something we very rarely have - as best as we can. So, tell me: what’s one of your craziest dreams?” She asked him out of the blue, determined to change her mind from all the things she had too much time to think.

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Barnabas shrugged slightly when Bellatrix spoke. “I’ve made so many mistakes though,” He mumbled with a frown. He smirked slightly when his wife began to complain, amazed at how, even in the worst situations, her personality was so potent. He raised an eyebrow when she asked about his craziest dream, but knew she needed a distraction. “Once I had a dream I met a beautiful young woman…and fell in love,” He said with a small smile as he leaned in and kissed down her jawline and neck. “She was passionate, and charming, and exquisite and…I married her…we started a family…it was surreal. She changed my life…gave me a reason to live. And I still think I’m dreaming…every single day.”

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Bellatrix smirked as Barnabas gave his answer and closed her eyes when he started to kiss her skin. “You’re cheesy,” she muttered to him and laid her hand on the back of his neck. His kisses had a considerable effect on her and she had to take a deep breath to control herself. “But I do am crazy, so I guess that counts,” The witch added before taking another small sip from the glass. “Sometimes, I wonder what the hell happened in that head of yours for proposing to me. Maybe you’re crazier than I am.”

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The witch smirked when Barnabas said she’d be fine. He was such a hopeful fool sometimes. She continued to listen to him and took a sip of the cocktail her husband made her. “Whatever happened in the past shaped who we are now, so I think we should embrace it,” She said quietly as a response.

They stayed in a comfortable silence for a while, Bella trying to handle the feeling in her stomach silently. “Merlin, how are we going to handle three kids? We can barely deal with one. We should never have sex again, it always leads to this, it appears,” Bella mumbled to Barnabas with raised eyebrows. “Anyways, we might want to use this peaceful time - something we very rarely have - as best as we can. So, tell me: what’s one of your craziest dreams?” She asked him out of the blue, determined to change her mind from all the things she had too much time to think.

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Bellatrix raised her eyebrows when Barnabas took the glass from her hands on put it on the nightstand. She sighed, seemed a little annoyed, but then gave him a slight smirk as she looked down at her huge stomach. “Oh, she wouldn’t even manage to touch it. There’s no way I’d share this glass with anyone. Well except with these two of course, but I don’t really have the choice after all, do I?” She replied to her husband. The vampire’s concoction already seemed to have positive effects on the witch: her cheeks reddened, her gaze appeared less lifeless and her breathing easier.

Bella gulped and intertwined her fingers with her husband’s, taking a few seconds before speaking quietly. “You know, I’ve had more than enough time to think lately, and I’ve been thinking about my life, how I reacted towards different events and the things that I’ve done, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done,” She told him. She laid her free hand on her bruised stomach as she felt the babies move and she closed her eyes as an attempt to control the pain. At least they weren’t kicking. “They’ll be here soon,” Bellatrix mumbled, pursing her lips and letting worry show inadvertently in the crease of her brows.

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Barnabas watched his wife with fascination, smiling slightly when he noticed how her skin became a little less pale and her eyes a little less sunken. He gently cupped her face with one hand, running his thumb over her cheekbone as he watched her features change. “Incredible,” He mumbled to himself.

He smirked as he listened to her speak and  shook his head in amusement. “Why am I not surprised?” He sighed. “It’s good that you don’t regret anything, though. I wish I could say the same for myself,” He sighed, taking her hand once again and staring at her fingers. He looked up once again when she mentioned the babies and let out another long sigh. “Are you ready?” He asked softly, already anticipating her answer.

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Bellatrix smirked when Barnabas said he wasn’t surprised to hear what she told him and she squeezed his hand. She took a deep breath when he asked if she was ready and leaned her head against the wall. “I don’t know. Mostly likely not, but I try not to think about that too much,” She mumbled. As the weeks went by, she secretly grew fond of the two lives that grew inside her but she very rarely let that information slip out. The paradoxal feelings she had towards this situation were wrecking her almost as much as her newfound obsession for time. “I try to tell myself that we’ve been through this once before, so there’s no reason I won’t be able to do it this time, although there’s two of them now and I almost died after one. But I’m not that easy to kill after all, so I refuse to believe I’ll die just because I gave birth. That’d be lame,” She added, raising her eyebrows at the end and taking a deep breath. “But let’s change the subject, I have more than enough time to think about all of this lately since I’m stuck in this bed once more. What do you regret?” She asked, looking at him and waiting for his reply as she magically made her glass of wine and blood hover from the beside table to her hand.

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Bellatrix raised her eyebrows when Barnabas took the glass from her hands on put it on the nightstand. She sighed, seemed a little annoyed, but then gave him a slight smirk as she looked down at her huge stomach. “Oh, she wouldn’t even manage to touch it. There’s no way I’d share this glass with anyone. Well except with these two of course, but I don’t really have the choice after all, do I?” She replied to her husband. The vampire’s concoction already seemed to have positive effects on the witch: her cheeks reddened, her gaze appeared less lifeless and her breathing easier.

Bella gulped and intertwined her fingers with her husband’s, taking a few seconds before speaking quietly. “You know, I’ve had more than enough time to think lately, and I’ve been thinking about my life, how I reacted towards different events and the things that I’ve done, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done,” She told him. She laid her free hand on her bruised stomach as she felt the babies move and she closed her eyes as an attempt to control the pain. At least they weren’t kicking. “They’ll be here soon,” Bellatrix mumbled, pursing her lips and letting worry show inadvertently in the crease of her brows.

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Time went by quickly the last few weeks, too quickly for the woman living in the mansion on top of Collinsport’s cliff. The ticking of the clock echoing between the wide walls resonated between her ears, slowly destroying her mind one tick at a time. It was pretty much the only thing she could do now: sit and listen. Anyone who would have looked quickly at her could have claimed she was dead. The majority of her bones were visible under her snow pale skin, the bags under her eyes were turning red and blood was barely tainting her lips anymore. Even her wedding ring seemed to have become too large for her slender finger. She looked liked a living skeleton, except for the prominent stomach that hid the causes to all of this.

The babies were constantly getting stronger. Their mother’s stomach was completely black from the bruises they caused. She had to drink up more and more blood as they always kept on demanding for some. At least Bellatrix had magic, but at this point, it was barely useful anymore. She couldn’t even lift her hand for more than three or four spells. She stayed as stubborn as before though: she insisted on getting up alone and walking to the closet, the bathroom or the window by herself. Every small victory counted.

As for Lyra, she pretended her mother looked just like before. In fact, she was spending much more time with her now that she wasn’t constantly gone and had nothing better to do than watch her. They now even had the habit to take their afternoon nap together, along with Barnabas from time to time. Lyra loved that her mother was actually acknowledging her lately, but it was only because Bellatrix knew this might be her last moments and because telling Lyra to go away repeatedly was tiring.

“Make that bloody clock stop at once,” Bellatrix grumbled to her husband as she continued to stare at the object on the wall. She was hanging on to what was left of her sanity and she couldn’t bare looking at every second of her life passing uselessly.

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As the time passed, Barnabas seemed to find himself more and more stuck. He couldn’t do anything to help his wife, and could hardly raise their daughter on his own. When he wasn’t attempting to take care of his daughter, he devoted all his energy towards useless remedies in the vain hope of helping his wife. But as time continued to pass by, each spell and potion seemed to lose it’s luster until there was nothing left to do but sit and watch the woman he loved rot right in front of him. 

Despite his situation though, Barnabas never let down his facade of optimism. He sat and watched as Lyra babbled happily to her mother, and continued talking to his wife about how wonderful life would be once she delivered their new son and daughter. When he wife said something about the clock, he immediately jumped to his feet and snatched the clock off the wall. Without a second thought, he snapped it in two, only sighing a bit afterwards when he realized it was a family heirloom. Throwing the broken pieces away, he returned to Bellatrix and took her hand as she sat down. 

“How else may I be of service?” He asked softly before pressing a small kiss to the side of her head.

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Bellatrix watched as her husband destroyed the clock without a second thought. She could swear she could still hear the ticking in her head. She didn’t know what was worse: having no notion of time like in Azkaban or being aware of every second that was passing.

She snapped out of her thoughts when Barnabas took her hand and she let out a long sigh at his question. “Unless you have a way to end this bloody nightmare, I don’t think there’s anything you can do,” She replied to him, sounding a little harsh, but actually leaning her head on his shoulder after he kissed her temple, wanting the affection and comfort he was offering to her. “At least they’re not kicking right now and Lyra’s asleep,” She mumbled and stroke her thumb on top of his cold hand.

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Barnabas sighed at his wife’s response, kissing the top of her head once she leaned it on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, my darling. It pains me to see you this way, it truly does,” He breathed. He sat in silence for a moment longer, before an idea came to mind and he slowly got up. “Stay here,” He told his wife before leaving the room and going down into the wine cellar. Grabbing the oldest bottle he could find, he grabbed a glass and filled it halfway before retrieving a flask of his personal blood storage, and poured it’s contents into the glass as well. After swirling it around a bit, he brought it upstairs to his wife and handed it to her with a small smile.

“Two parts wine, one part blood. I’m curious to see your reaction,” He informed her as he handed over the glass.

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Bellatrix frowned when Barnabas suddenly got up and left the room. “Even if I’d want to leave, I couldn’t go very far,” She mumbled to herself. She waited for her husband to come back, taking slow, deep breaths. When he came back, she frowned upon seing the wine glass in his hand. She listened to him and stared at him for a second or two before slowly taking it. “You, Barnabas Collins, are actually giving me, your pregnant wife, some wine, after all the times you’ve kept me from drinking a single sip of alcohol?” She mumbled with raised eyebrows, thinking her husband must have gone mad.

“I mean, I’m not complaining at all, but I’m just... very surprised,” She added and brought the glass to her lips to take a sip, almost scared it’d disappear or that Barnabas would change his mind and take it away. The blood thickened the texture of the liquid, but she could definitely taste the French syrah and, Merlin, it tasted like heaven. “This is exactly why I married you,” She mumbled to the vampire before taking a second gulp, feeling a bit of stress leaving her for a while as she enjoyed her beverage and the moment with her beloved husband.

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Time went by quickly the last few weeks, too quickly for the woman living in the mansion on top of Collinsport’s cliff. The ticking of the clock echoing between the wide walls resonated between her ears, slowly destroying her mind one tick at a time. It was pretty much the only thing she could do now: sit and listen. Anyone who would have looked quickly at her could have claimed she was dead. The majority of her bones were visible under her snow pale skin, the bags under her eyes were turning red and blood was barely tainting her lips anymore. Even her wedding ring seemed to have become too large for her slender finger. She looked liked a living skeleton, except for the prominent stomach that hid the causes to all of this.

The babies were constantly getting stronger. Their mother’s stomach was completely black from the bruises they caused. She had to drink up more and more blood as they always kept on demanding for some. At least Bellatrix had magic, but at this point, it was barely useful anymore. She couldn’t even lift her hand for more than three or four spells. She stayed as stubborn as before though: she insisted on getting up alone and walking to the closet, the bathroom or the window by herself. Every small victory counted.

As for Lyra, she pretended her mother looked just like before. In fact, she was spending much more time with her now that she wasn’t constantly gone and had nothing better to do than watch her. They now even had the habit to take their afternoon nap together, along with Barnabas from time to time. Lyra loved that her mother was actually acknowledging her lately, but it was only because Bellatrix knew this might be her last moments and because telling Lyra to go away repeatedly was tiring.

“Make that bloody clock stop at once,” Bellatrix grumbled to her husband as she continued to stare at the object on the wall. She was hanging on to what was left of her sanity and she couldn’t bare looking at every second of her life passing uselessly.

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As the time passed, Barnabas seemed to find himself more and more stuck. He couldn’t do anything to help his wife, and could hardly raise their daughter on his own. When he wasn’t attempting to take care of his daughter, he devoted all his energy towards useless remedies in the vain hope of helping his wife. But as time continued to pass by, each spell and potion seemed to lose it’s luster until there was nothing left to do but sit and watch the woman he loved rot right in front of him. 

Despite his situation though, Barnabas never let down his facade of optimism. He sat and watched as Lyra babbled happily to her mother, and continued talking to his wife about how wonderful life would be once she delivered their new son and daughter. When he wife said something about the clock, he immediately jumped to his feet and snatched the clock off the wall. Without a second thought, he snapped it in two, only sighing a bit afterwards when he realized it was a family heirloom. Throwing the broken pieces away, he returned to Bellatrix and took her hand as she sat down. 

“How else may I be of service?” He asked softly before pressing a small kiss to the side of her head.

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Bellatrix watched as her husband destroyed the clock without a second thought. She could swear she could still hear the ticking in her head. She didn’t know what was worse: having no notion of time like in Azkaban or being aware of every second that was passing.

She snapped out of her thoughts when Barnabas took her hand and she let out a long sigh at his question. “Unless you have a way to end this bloody nightmare, I don’t think there’s anything you can do,” She replied to him, sounding a little harsh, but actually leaning her head on his shoulder after he kissed her temple, wanting the affection and comfort he was offering to her. “At least they’re not kicking right now and Lyra’s asleep,” She mumbled and stroke her thumb on top of his cold hand.

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Time went by quickly the last few weeks, too quickly for the woman living in the mansion on top of Collinsport's cliff. The ticking of the clock echoing between the wide walls resonated between her ears, slowly destroying her mind one tick at a time. It was pretty much the only thing she could do now: sit and listen. Anyone who would have looked quickly at her could have claimed she was dead. The majority of her bones were visible under her snow pale skin, the bags under her eyes were turning red and blood was barely tainting her lips anymore. Even her wedding ring seemed to have become too large for her slender finger. She looked liked a living skeleton, except for the prominent stomach that hid the causes to all of this.

The babies were constantly getting stronger. Their mother's stomach was completely black from the bruises they caused. She had to drink up more and more blood as they always kept on demanding for some. At least Bellatrix had magic, but at this point, it was barely useful anymore. She couldn't even lift her hand for more than three or four spells. She stayed as stubborn as before though: she insisted on getting up alone and walking to the closet, the bathroom or the window by herself. Every small victory counted.

As for Lyra, she pretended her mother looked just like before. In fact, she was spending much more time with her now that she wasn't constantly gone and had nothing better to do than watch her. They now even had the habit to take their afternoon nap together, along with Barnabas from time to time. Lyra loved that her mother was actually acknowledging her lately, but it was only because Bellatrix knew this might be her last moments and because telling Lyra to go away repeatedly was tiring.

“Make that bloody clock stop at once,” Bellatrix grumbled to her husband as she continued to stare at the object on the wall. She was hanging on to what was left of her sanity and she couldn’t bare looking at every second of her life passing uselessly.

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The Return

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Angelique yelped when she hit the floor, and collapsed in a pile of limbs like a broken doll, covered in dried blood. She reared her head to sneer at Bellatrix, who forgot she was dealing with a witch far more experienced than she. But a second later, she was hit by the cruciatus curse.

She gasped in pain. It felt as though thousands of white-hot knives were splitting her skin open. Angelique arched her back against the pain. The knuckles of her clenched fists were a bloodless white. Her teeth were gritted, practically in a smile. This was a pain that Angelique had felt only once before in her life. It was like being flayed, having her skin peeled off the bone. She writhed under the searing pain. Angelique disappeared into her mind, envisioning that she was in an icy tundra, feeling a cold wind instead of boiling hot pain. There was nothing to do but wait for it to subside.

When the pain melted away, Angelique used the last vestiges of her energy to crawl forward. She was trembling all over, but her steely blue eyes were cold fire staring back at Bellatrix.

“I owe you a debt.” Angelique said in a hoarse moan. She hadn’t forgotten what Bellatrix revealed to her before the curse. “You helped me in my time of need, during labor with my son. I can destroy the parasites inside of you, feeding on your blood, sucking your life, energy, and beauty away. I know how to get rid of many a monster. Half-formed vampire humans should be nothing.” Angelique admitted, placing a hand on Bellatrix’s stomach, knowing her touch annoyed her.

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Bellatrix held her wand with strength, feeling like she was getting more powerful as she performed the curse although it demanded her a lot of energy. The satisfaction and relief resulting from the cruciatus curse brought an overwhelming bliss she hadn’t felt in a long time. She meant it, she wanted to hurt cruelly, and it was incredibly good to see Angelique writhing in pain at her feet. It made her want to go on and never stop, to continue until the other witch would lose her mind. She needed this thrilling sensation just like her husband needed blood to live.

The intensity of the curse slowly decreased although Bellatrix tried her hardest to keep it up. She breathed heavily and kept a hard expression as she observed the other woman move towards her. Every sign of exhaustion from Angelique compensated for her own. Her cold expression remained unmoved at the other woman’s offer.

As soon as the slender fingers touched her stomach, Bella grabbed Angelique by the jaw and leaned a little to stare in her light blue eyes. “And you’d do so by killing me, right?” She spat at her. “You and I know that it’s the only way. They’re not simply half vampires; the mix of powers in their genes makes them too strong, although they’re not grown. Don’t you remember when you were carrying yours?” She grumbled with hatred and disgust. Bellatrix let go of Angie’s jaw roughly and straightened herself to look down at her without any compassion.

“They can’t be killed until they’re born. I even tried stabbing myself in the stomach and it did nothing.” Bellatrix said harshly. “And besides, I don’t want your help. The only thing you could do to pay off your imagined debt would be by leaving Collinsports and leave us alone, but apparently that’s too much to ask from you.” Bella’s pride would always push her to refuse help, especially from someone she perceived as an enemy.

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The Return

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Angelique was resisting, clinging to the last bit of her mind before Bellatrix took it all. Her limbs betrayed her, but Bellatrix seemed to forget that she was dealing with a two-centuries old witch. Angie’s magic didn’t require a wand—it never did. There were individuals able of resisting the imperius curse. Harry Potter was one of them. Angelique, and some other old, lasting witches and warlocks were another. Something akin to the protego charm held the last vestiges of Angelique’s free will. Though her physical body was not her own, she had her mind. And that’s all Angelique Bouchard needed to perform magic.

Quickly, without moving, Angelique transformed her son’s crib into an impregnable iron fortress. Her remained still while the wrought-iron bars curved in on themselves, protecting the infant inside. A necessary precaution. Though Angie herself was a witch with centuries of skill at her disposal, there was no denying Bellatrix’s talent. She needn’t get cocky.

In her mind-controlled state, Angelique started on the first command. She slammed her fist on the bars of the protective cage her son was in. She hit so hard, it broke the skin on her knuckles. Garnet rivulets of blood poured between her long, elegant fingers and down her wrists. The pain shocked something in her. No. Angelique thought. She created a huge gust of wind that was enough to knock Bellatrix onto her back. Bellatrix being pregnant wasn’t a care of Angelique’s anymore. She had lost all morals and standards.

A practiced animagus, Angelique kept her human stature but let her teeth and nails become distinctly panther. Her nails grew grotesquely once again, into the sharp claws meant for sinking into prey. Her teeth grew into the fangs that were meant for ripping meat off bones. She crawled towards Bellatrix on the ground, teeth bared, and hissing.

“I’ll carve the child right from your womb if you dare harm my son.” She growled and placed a claw right on Bellatrix’s swollen stomach. Oh how much Angelique wanted to sink it in. She imagined what it would be like to rip through the taut skin and extract the half-formed monsters herself. Angie grabbed Bellatrix’s arm and tore the skin with her claws, so she could have a taste of what it would be like to get ripped open by a wild jungle cat.

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Bellatrix cursed when the crib was transformed. The imperius curse was broken when the gust of wind knocked her on the floor. Her back hurt but she tried to get up quickly, knowing she had to act quickly. The other woman already had her claw-like hand on her stomach though and the Death Eater stared at her with pursed lips, smirking slightly when she spoke.

The slight smile disappeared though when Angelique ripped her skin with her claws. A painful grunt escaped from her gritted teeth. “Go on,” She grumbled to her, looking at her hand on her stomach. “You’d do me a favor. Tried to get an abortion in the muggle and the wizarding world, tried multiple times myself, but they just won’t die,” She spat with hatred.

She grabbed her wand on the floor and made Angelique fly across the room, hit the wall and fall on the floor. Bella got back up on her feet and starred at the woman with animal features. “Poor little girl has to transform herself to try to beat me?” She said before waving her wand one more time and performing the cruciatus curse on her.

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The Return

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Angelique’s eyes turned red all the way through, with slitted pupils like a snake. Her shapeshifting gift was always fun to bring out during a fight. She told herself was above kicking a pregnant woman in the stomach, but oh how she was tempted to slam her knee into Bellatrix’s swollen midsection and send her into premature labor. Maybe she would.

The sharp blade was cold on her sharp cheekbone. Still, Angelique had the nerve to laugh. Her red-lacquered nails grew into the sharp, curved talons of an eagle, and her teeth grew to points. The beautiful Angelique Bouchard looked like something out of a horror movie. She reached for the hands at her throat and sank her talons into the flesh at the wrists to pry them off.

There was genuinely no one more important to Angelique than her son, Leon. Not even Barnabas anymore. And ironically, she had him to thank for giving her a son in the first place. Leon had filled what was empty in her life.

“I have a business to run, and a son to raise and teach magic to. I’m going to do so from the estate he was born at, whether you like it or not. Collinsport is, and forever will be my domain. You forget that you’re the foreigner here.” Angelique hissed through her newly pointed teeth. She flicked out a forked snake’s tongue and licked up Bellatrix’s face. “Either accept it and live with me in delicious sin, or keep popping out children and amount to nothing more than some man’s wife. What have you amounted to, Bellatrix?” She sneered.

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Bellatrix watched Angelique transform herself, not impressed by her little show. Her words were nothing, but the lick on her face triggered the pregnant woman. She got her wand out, transformed it into a whip, snapped it around Angie’s neck and threw her on the floor. Before the other woman could make another move, she gave her wand its initial form and waved it at her.

The woman on the floor was forced to get up and walk out of the room as Bella followed her, still pointing her wand at her. The invigorating feeling only the unforgivable spells could give her was rushing trough her veins and gave her satisfaction. It felt so good to have complete power over the other witch.

They climbed the stairs and walked towards the little boy’s bedroom. Leon was sound asleep as the women walked towards the bed. Bellatrix made Angelique stop right in front of him and she walked closer behind her. “Now you tell me, Angelique,” She started. “Either you kill your precious son with your bare hands, or you break the contract with Barnabas, give him your company and leave to never return here and never ever cross our path again,” Bellatrix whispered just over Angelique’s shoulder and kept her wand under the long blonde hair.

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The Return

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“Good lord, someone’s a prude.” Angelique laughed.

“Here I am, offering you a chance to hurt, to torture, to injure. And you don’t want to. Maybe motherhood has made you soft. But the Bellatrix I knew, the one I used to envy a little, the one who used to fuck Nellie Lovett, would’ve said yes. Where is she? Don’t you want pleasure? Your marriage is tense, you even regret how complicated Barnabas has made your life.” Angelique was totally serious.

She furrowed her brow, wondering where the dynamic, deadly Bellatrix Black-Collins had gone. In her place was someone who was a stranger to Angelique. This Bellatrix didn’t even dare try and harm her. Bellatrix was all talk; she threw around nasty names but that was it. Angelique invited her for a fight, and got nothing more than what she’d expect from a schoolgirl.

“I know you say you pity me, but I don’t pity myself. Really, I don’t. I don’t deny myself any pleasure. Yet I’m right here, and despite your threats, you haven’t even tried to hurt me. Not me, not my son. I bet you’re not even strong enough to, hm? You’ll raise your voice loud, tell me you’ll destroy me, but when it comes down to it, you’re too afraid to strike.” Angelique provoked.

She dropped her arms to her sides and raised her palms to the sky. “I’m waiting. Waiting to see what the mighty Bellatrix will do next. The Dark Lord’s most noble servant, terrorist of the wizarding world, expert duelist. Nothing??”

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Bellatrix clenched her teeth as Angelique spoke to her. Up until now, she had succeeded to control her anger remarkably for the good of her husband, but now, she was close to lose it. Her fists clenching and her heartbeat increasing, the last words were the last straw. She quickly pushed her against the wall, her left hand grasping Angelique’s throat tightly and her right one taking her dagger out expertly, pushing it dangerously on the pale skin of her jaw and cheek, the end dangerously close to her eye.

“Is that the only reason why you’re back? Why are you back?!” Bella asked with a quiet hoarse voice. “Why do you keep your little game up when you know you’ve lost a long time ago?” She added in a spat, the flamme of wrath back in her dark eyes and her features suddenly seemed sharper.

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The Return

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Angelique threw her head back and laughed. She pressed her hand over her chest and continued. Angie wholeheartedly enjoyed every minute of confusion in her strange exchange with Bellatrix. They had been at each other’s throats for so long, and she was honestly so bored of playing at the same game.

“Oh I’ll beg. You want to hate me? Hate me. You want to punish me? Punish me. Make me hurt like I’ve hurt you. Tell Barnabas too. It’ll be a group affair. You. Me. Barnabas. Wouldn’t you like to feel what it’s like to hold a whip and snap it against my skin? Ah. I bet you’d like that very much. I don’t care what you do to me, just so long as he’s there too. I find my line between pleasure and pain is quite…blurred.” Angie said, lust dripping off her every word. “You’re all talk about wanting to hurt me. I’d honestly like to see you even try. And that’s not sarcastic. You’ve done nothing but try to hurt me with words. Let’s see what you can do with a whip. Tomorrow night.”

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Bellatrix chuckled as Angelique continued to talk and she shook her head. “I wish Barnabas could hear you right now,” She mumbled.

Taking a deep breath and crossing her arms on top of her bloated stomach, she stared at the woman, thinking maybe she was going crazy. “I won’t hurt you if you like it, idiot. That’s not the point of our relationship, and you know I very rarely change my mind on something, and you are surely not on the list for that. Really, your invitation shows despair and weakness, and I’m almost feeling pity for you. You must be so unhappy and unsatisfied to suggest that to me. Or you heard about my skills with a whip and you wanna get tips. Maybe both? Yeah, that must be it,” She replied to her with a slight devilish smirk. She bit her lip and paused for a second.

“It’s crazy what jealously can make you do. Getting on your knees like that for me, takes a lot of guts and envy. But it’s indeed nice to know I’m your secret fantasy.”

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OOC bellatrix-collins i’m sort of sorry about my last reply, and Angelique being absolutely cray, but tbh Angelique would absolutely do that, and I thought it would make for fun drama.

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OOC haha it’s ok :P I was really surprised/shocked when I read it, but hey, why not?! Let’s see where that leads to! :)

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It’s fun bc there’s little I would put past Angelique. I think she would do anything and everything.

just fyi it’s absolutely her proposition for a threesome XP

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haha yeah she’s someone who’d like to try it all :P

And I figured haha But Bella sees pretty much everything as a competition, so I don’t think she’d do it with Angelique and Barnabas, especially since it’s always been Angie vs Bella on pretty much everything, so she needs to feel she completely has the control over/power on something

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The Return

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Angelique’s hand flew to the spot on her cheek that just had been slapped and brushed it off gently, as one would a single tear. She took genuine pleasure in Bellatrix’s surprise. Angie tossed her hair over one shoulder.

“I meant it. It’s time to settle our differences. Really, we have each other to thank. Had I not changed your husband’s…condition those many years ago he would have died long before you were thrust into this wretched world. Without you, I would have died in childbirth. And yet despite your hatred, you didn’t let me die. Something in you wanted me here.” Angie rasped in her signature deep whisper.

She shifted her weight onto one hip and clasped her red-nailed hands together.

“You see, the opposite of love isn’t hate. It is indifference. Hate has a certain…passion.” There was a strange glimmer in Angelique’s blue-grey eyes that suggested a change.

 “So why don’t we…exercise our passions.” Angelique took Bellatrix’s hand again and leaned in closer once more. She brushed Bellatrix’s thick, dark curls off of her face and ran a slender finger down Bella’s cheek and jaw. “Come on, don’t make friends beg.” 

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Bellatrix stared at Angelique with narrowed eyes, trying to understand the change of behaviour that just happened. “I owe nothing to you. In fact, my life would have been much more simple if I would have never met Barnabas,” She mumbled quietly.

The frown on her face accentuated when Angie tried to get closer again. “You’re crazy,” Bella muttered with a slight smirk. “What’s your plan this time? You already had Barnabas cheat on me with you, and now you want it to be the other way around?” She added, thinking this was almost a joke.

“And, for your information, we’re not friends, and we’ll never be. I know very well that hate requires passion, and I do everything wholeheartedly, like torture and killing, and that has nothing to do with what you’re implying. So go kiss your son goodnight and we’ll pretend none of this ever happened,” She said and took Angelique’s finger to take it off her skin. “But I would very much enjoy to see you beg me for other things.”

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The Return

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“You forget one thing. I know the Collins family more intimately than anyone could ever hope to. They were never nobles, but rather, just rich traders. And wealth is something anyone can make.” Angelique gestured to their surroundings—a grand mansion that had all the trappings of ancestral wealth.

“Your husband’s first son will always be mine. No matter how many children you pop out. Gosh, you’re like a brood mare.” Angelique provoked, without changing her saccharine tone.

“I’m tired, Maman.” Leon sighed.

Angelique narrowed her eyes and kissed her son on the forehead. She placed him down. “Marie will take you off to bed,” she instructed. “Then when you’re tucked in, I will come say goodnight.” She watched her son carefully as he ran to Marie, a young witch of the Bouchard family who agreed to come back to Collinsport with her “cousin” Angelique.

“You know your argument falls apart when your husband is, in fact, what you would call a ‘muggle.’ I wonder what your Dark Lord would think. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You know I might be common, morally depraved, and truly a classless whore at heart, but I can own up to it. Why put on a false façade when you know you’re as low as the rest of us. A former Death Eater who married a muggle.” Angie laughed tauntingly.

She took a step towards Bellatrix, shrinking the space between them. She pouted her ruby lips in a sort of mock sympathy. Angelique grabbed Bellatrix’s wrist tenderly—not forcefully or violently as one would assume. She looked the other witch dead in the eyes, tilted her head, and landed a passionate kiss right on Bellatrix’s lips.

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Angelique was really getting on Bellatrix’s nerve, but Bella refused to give in. She knew the other woman was only waiting for that. She didn’t bother looking at the little boy running away. She listened the host talk again and shook her head. “Barnabas is a vampire, a magical creature. That changes everything. I know wh-” She retorted sharply, but frowned when Angelique took her wrist. For a second, she thought she’d pull her sleeve up to see her Dark Mark and try to insult her again. The gentle touche was surprising though, but never as much as when she realized her lips were on hers.

Bellatrix’s eyes widened and she slapped Angelique hard across the cheek. “What the hell are you doing?!” She asked quickly as she held her breath, completely stunned by what just happened. She hoped no one had seen the kiss, but didn’t look around to check: she stared at Angelique, seeking for some sort of explanation.

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OOC bellatrix-collins i’m sort of sorry about my last reply, and Angelique being absolutely cray, but tbh Angelique would absolutely do that, and I thought it would make for fun drama.

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OOC haha it’s ok :P I was really surprised/shocked when I read it, but hey, why not?! Let’s see where that leads to! :)