reappearence (open)

[kai]

Bellatrix was bored. Oh so bored. This girl wasn't even fighting back. The stupid wench was just blocking things and trying to escape. Now that was boring. Didn't mudbloods know what entertainment was these days? Or had they just lost their humour along with their pride, brains and blood standing. Well they had never had the latter to begin with anyway. She chuckled low in her throat as she watched the girl, she was adept at wandless and non-verbal spells but it was all basic spells. Like Finite Incanatem. Bella had mastered that one before she had started howarts. It was either learn or get crucio'd and while she enjoyed the pain, she was well aware what the damage was of long-term use. But merlin, it felt sick. It felt as if every inch of her was alive and that was part of the reason why she loved it so much.

She watched as she girl smacked into the pavement as her knees gave in and this caused her to giggle. That had to be painful. Oh well, the bitch deserved it. There was nothing more satisfying that merely standing there and watching the girl drop to her knees. Merlin. It was a wonderful feeling. She tilted her head slightly as she watched the girl watch her. This was getting interesting. She wondered how long she could just stare at the girl and then see how much she wondered what Bella was thinking. There was something too interesting about watching the fear in some ones eyes, it should be made illegal for people to look at others in fear. To have to try to escape for your life. But that was just it though, Bella was the type of woman who loved those looks.

Bellatrix and Rodolphus made a sick couple, together and apart, especially when they were out on a raid. While they didn't get along as well as other married couples did, they worked in perfect sync when they were out on a raid. They had each others backs, they ducked and dodged and stabbed as if they could read the others minds. It was perfect. But now? Now she was busy watching the Granger girl, but she did not make a move. She only watched.

[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER!]

Hermione remained on the face of the cobblestone alleyway, continuing to stare down Bellatrix Lestrange. Into her eyes she gazed, as if attempting to bore into her soul. That was not quite the case, however; it was more so that she was attempting to look and see any sign of the woman giving up. All the tricks up the young woman's sleeve other than killing the woman had not worked, or if they did the circumstances in which was in leashed them to less than their full potential. Any other spell or hex Granger could think of she knew that the former Black would lavish in and enjoy, knowing her manner very well from previous battles. And despite her fighting spirit and determination, at the moment Hermione was not willing to kill, especially when that barrier blocking her from the exit of the alley could only be lifted by Bellatrix herself. No need to get stuck where other Death Eaters could find her just for the sake of a bad decision.

"...what are you just standing there for?" she finally uttered in a calm voice, standing up on her feet once more, "Staring at me like that, I would say you found me pretty. Has the cat tired of its toy so soon? " Goading the woman into an attack was not the best of ideas, but she knew that she could dodge and counter any blow the elder witch might have in store. Her eyes remained locked on Bellatrix Lestrange, watching every move, no matter how minute, that she made. She still felt her wand in her pocket, and indeed that might come in handy in the very near future, and not necessarily for magic. She had heard of children in fights stabbing eyes out with wands; not a bad idea.

[kai]

Bella was not one to give up ,but she had to admit that after all these years the Granger girl had become rather boring. Rather? No utterly boring. That was just it. There was nothing truly interesting about this girl any more. She did not give the chase that Bella loved. The chase that by default Bella needed to work with to make her day more enjoyable. Now that was just it though. Granger was trying her hardest to escape but Bellatrix knew these tricks, one had to remember that she had a lot more experience than this girl. The only reason she had her wand out was because it was more threatening. A wand was always more interesting to cast spells with. While wandless magic had its benefits, everything seemed harsher with a wand.

Granger was finally back on her feet, now that was an interesting sight. She was still watching, head tilted in an effort to pierce into the very soul of the girl, trying to see what she was thinking. She could always just use mind magic against her, but that was not as fun. That was not as interesting as the cat and mouse game that Bella enjoyed. “Cat dear? Think larger, think panther.” she said with a hiss. And it was true. Bellatrix was no cat. She was larger, she had more of a predator instinct than a damn cat. In any case, this was starting to get more amusing.

“Now, tell me dear, where is your boyfriend? Or did you leave them behind just like you left the wizarding world? Running like a coward with your tail between your legs. Oh dear, I can see it now, hiding out like the mudblood you are. You should have stayed away....No...even better now that you're here. I can finally get rid of you and we'll be one mudblood less. One piece of garbage less to take out.” All in all that took her a while to say, but she was clearly into the moment. Merlin, she was so into this mudbloods must die regime. It worked for her, and with her belief system.

[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER!]

"Panther, yes; so it would seem," Hermione said softly, just as tense as ever. No more tricks came to mind, nothing else would work against this woman. She could not kill her, otherwise she would be trapped within the alley and make her vunerable prey for any Death Eater who would happen upon her. She could not curse the woman, seeing as she enjoyed pain to the point of it becoming pleasureable. She would be simply goading her into a manic state where she could only injure her worse. There really was no way out; there was a very great chance that she would be killed in this encoutner. Although very much an independant person, Hermione really did wish that her friends Harry and Ron were beside her. Even though they may not would have been much help, the support was what she truely and desperately sought.

"I have no idea where Ron is," Hermione replied strongly, "I left him; it was for the better for him not to have me around." She could not argue with Bellatrix about the whole 'mudblood' business; this woman was one of its greatest and most fervent followers and her opinions would not be swayed by one that she was persecuting. She had no mercy for Hermione, after all, so really there was not reason to bother.

"You just wait and see, Bellatrix Lestrange," the younger woman spat, "Soon enough your regime will crumble from the bottom and fall, leaving up to pick up the pieces."

[kai]

Oh this was classic. This was sick. But merlin was this fun. It was so much fun that she had forgotten just how much of a rush it was to square off with the foes of her past. It wasn't a shame that Potter was dead. Hell, it had crused everyone's spirits, every ones but those that were on the Death Eater side. For them it had just spurred them on and then total chaos has erupted in the United Kingdom. It was a shame really, while Potter had put up a good fight, it had not been the kind of ending she had expected. It had been all too easy for her liking. It was not good. She had wanted more of a challenge. Bella knew that she could leave the girl here and be done with it, she would not be able to leave until her wards lost power and they were being held up by her presence.

She chuckles softly at her reply, “Oh yes, Weasley. I remember him, such a waste of pure blood really. They could have been great had they not fallen to the Light side, now they only deserve death.” she said before the girl spoke one more...or rather spat her words at Bellatrix. The whole sentence merely caused her to raise an eyebrow and laugh. “You have obviously been away for far to long dear,” she replied, her voice mocking,”Your once-saviours are now dead, who's going to tear down the Dark Lord? No one can, the day that you mudbloods all realize that will be the day the world is a better place.” Her reply had gotten scathing by the end, her voice filled with venom.

She hated mudbloods. She hated them to the core and she would stop at nothing to see them all dead. She would make sure that it was all finished, that her Lord would be proud of her, that she was the most loyal. Granger could wait and see that, leaving her alive to watch her world crumble around her could prove more interesting. To watch her suffer as all her friends died in front of her, to watch the pain in her eyes. Oh yes. That was exactly what Bellatrix wanted. She enjoyed putting people through pain. It made her life worth living.

[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER!]

Hermione stiffened up at Bellatrix's words; could she be true after all? She knew that the Weasleys were some of the best and loyal wizards she had ever known; it was no surprise that she was engaged to one for a period of time and was considered a second daughter by the matriarch and patriarch of the clan. She wondered then where they could have been. Hermione hoped dearly that they were merely in hiding at the Burrow or some other safe location, away from the Death Eaters pursuing them. The entire lot of them could have been in Azkaban for all she knew, being tortured and interrogated for no good reason in her mind. Then there was the matter of the others, such a Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott...where could they be now? She was sure where Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and their other companions were; in plush positions at Hogwarts and the Ministry. But those on her side; well, they all looked lost and scattered. There was probably very little chance of finding them all again alive.

"...you are saying that no one is left?" Hermione asked, although that was very much a stupid question to ask. She already knew the answer; yes. Stumbling back, she now leaned against the brick wall, worried expression on her face. Her brow wrinkled in thought as she looked down at the cobblestone ground. Could everyone but her really be gone? It seemed so, according to this woman. Despite how untrustworthy Bellatrix Lestrange was, she was indeed the murderer of many a lot of Hermione's companions. It seemed to sink in that she was alone in a world full of wolves trying to kill her and eat her.

"...there has to be some sort of opposition."

[kai]

Bellatrix laughed at the girls words. There was some opposition of course, but none that posed a threat enough to worry the Death Eaters. The Leaders to the Light rose and died as soon as they emerged. The Death Eaters were too many in numbers and they outnumbered those who dared fight. There was little to be done about that fact though. Bellatrix preferred it that way. She did not want the world to go back to how it had been . Ruled by the mudbloods. That caused the smallest of mental shudders to run through her. She was still laughing though, this was indeed funny. The desperation in her face as she stumbled back against the wall only increased her amusement.

“Oh no, no one dares fight against us. After Potter was murdered,” she snarled the name and coo'ed the means of death of course, she was proud of the fact that Potter was dead. That bastard deserved to die. “the Light side fell within hours, of course they stood no chance. Not against us.” she added her voice sickly sweet. There was nothing to be done really, Bellatrix was being honest, because at this moment the honesty would slice the wounds open and sting more than any lies Bellatrix could have spoken. Thought while Bellatrix was an expert liar, sometimes the truth was just more amazing and more painful to the listener.

“No one is left dear mudblood. All your friends...gone. Dust by now. Their bodies never to be found by their loved ones.” and now Bella was in her element. This is what she did best, destroy hope. She was a bitch in that sense but she was so good at it and she had already found her point. She had found what would wound the girl. “Then again, when it came to mudblood lovers and their filthy pets...that would be you by the way...there was no hope for the Light side. It was bound to happen after all. You lot are rather useless.” Fact after fact.

[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER!]

Hermione continued to look down and off to the right as Bellatrix talked. She simply could not believe that; even during peaceful times there were forces against the order established. There was always someone that felt the need to fight against the system, and if she was the only one left in this entire country who felt that way, that was the way it was going to have to be. Still, she was very troubled about the fates of such characters as Luna and Neville; she had grown attached to them in abttle as well as being classmates. The thought of all her dearest friends being mercilessly and coldly tortured until they were finally released from the pain by death shook Hermione to the core. The very same could happen to her right now; she wondered then if they were just as afraid as she was right then.

And then there was Harry; he was the closest thing she had to a brother and his death she took the hardest of them all. She thought of that moment, since she did not get to see it directly, her fighting for her own life then. Did he feel any pain? What was the last thing he saw? The last person he cried out to? Was he afraid? Did he have any regrets? Who actually killed him? She did not know any of these things, and finding them out would not have brought her any more comfort than her ignorance at this very moment. Still, she had a compulsion to ask someone who would surely know the details.

"...who killed Harry?" she muttered to Bellatrix, looking very distraught, "Who murdered him? Was it you, your master? Someone weaker than he was certainly; none of you could ever in your wildest dreams achieve what he did."

[kai]

Bellatrix was well aware of when one spoke cruel truths to a person in an attempt to hurt them. she was also very adept at knowing when giving no details was necessary. She shifted between the two, looking for which path would cause the most damage, flipping over when she could to inflict as much pain and misery as possible. In the event that she was wrong she always backed up subtly and tried again, though that rarely happened. It was impossible for her to stand down from a fight but she was well aware of the fact that keeping the mudblood alive and killing all her little friends would hurt her more than death. She was one of the stupid 'golden' trio, then again, that trio had fallen from their pedestal so they were nothing more than commoners now. Just the way it was supposed to be.

The facial features that were the responses to her words amused her more than anything. While Bella looked calm, the girl looked distraught, seriously, sometimes it was better to just ignore Bella, but she would probably hex you until you bled from your eyes for that. She hated being ignored. Loathed it even. There was nothing worse than being ignored, it was enough to cause her to see red. The haze would descend over her eyes and it was sure that her spells would also be red. There would be shrieking and screams and then maybe, just maybe she would be happy again. Maybe.

“If the Dark Lord were weak he would be dead by now deary, do not forget that.” she replied calmly as her finger tugged on her corset dress. Bellatrix was quite calm thank you very much. There was no need to get all worked up over a mudblood. No need at all. That didn't mean she couldn't have fun. With a flick of her wrist a blade flew towards Granger's hip, and still there was no visible trace of emotion of Bella's face. It was simply as if she was elsewhere. “It would do you some good to learn to respect your elders child.”



[OOC: Ecxuse the crappyness. My wrists were protesting too much for me to elaborate more.]