Phobia

[bellatrix]

NOTHING BUT LIARSAND BROKEN WINGS, I HAD THE ANSWER.

PUT ME TOSLEEP EVIL ANGEL,OPEN YOUR WINGS.
------------------------------NOTHING COLD BE WORSE,ALL THESEIMAGINARY FRIENDS.

Bellatrix Black isn’t a vampire. The reason I am saying so is because I think some of you believe otherwise. Come on, it’s true. What witch or wizard hasn’t had at least the passing idea that Bellatrix might be a creature of the night? After all, she doesn’t get out much in society these days, and when she does it’s in the dead of night. She has the palest, sickly skin, and her hair is a dark ebony that makes black look gray in comparison. Yet, despite all of her many similarities with vampires, Bellatrix doesn’t drink blood. Perhaps a little drop here or there when torturing information gets extremely messy, but because most of her sessions are deeply magical and much less on the muggle, guts and blood everywhere side, this didn’t happen all too often. She can torture you to death without shedding a single drop of blood - unless she wants to. A little blood is quite a kick and she wasn’t completely opposed to it. The more blood the more it looked like a senseless muggle attack, and we know how she liked to blame things on them. Still, it meant she would have to take a bath and change her clothes and Miss Black usually had quite a lot on her agenda for the day, so she rarely had time for that. She supposed she could just leave the caked blood there, no one would dare say a thing, but that would draw more attention and it’s a potential cause of disease. Yes well, one should always have a same trophy of your latest accomplishment, even if it is just a small, tiny piece of exploded skin here or a tear stain there. Anything will do. Today however, Bellatrix looked brilliantly clean. She had the ability to keep up appearances of course, and cleanliness could be good at times.

Trix was taking a mere little adventure in Diagon Alley today, out in the sparkling daylight. Or, it would be sparkling daylight were it not December and lightly snowing. The snow on the ground was sparkling, at least, and no, she did not shrivel up or catch fire, to the disappointment of many who supported the vampire theory. She was wearing her very dark apparel that was a stark contrast to her skin, and her very nature and attitude themselves made her stand out amongst the crowd. People were not lingering long in the streets for the most part. Most of the wizards had their hoods up and they were hurrying in and out of the shops to avoid getting wet. There was the occasional few who spun in circles to catch snowflakes on their tongue, making her roll her eyes at them in response. What, did they still think they were at Hogwarts? No Hogwarts students were here today – they were all stuck in their pathetic classes taught by their even more pathetic professors, headed by the most pathetic headmaster. The old fool would not be headmaster for long, it was certain. Bellatrix had taken a break from tormenting today as she had no specific missions assigned to her. It could be a little dull when you were not uncovering this or terrorizing that person, and she made the decision to leave the Black manor. She got on not at all well with her parents, and she was impatiently waiting for the proposal from her long betrothed Rodolphus Lestrange. He was waiting because things were in their height of chaos with all of the attacks the Death Eaters had to plan and complete, and once things settled down, of course….which was absurd, because as soon as things settled down, if there were anything as horrible as that to happen, Bellatrix would find a way to rile it up again.

Nothing in Diagon Alley really looked interesting, especially not the Magical Menagerie which Bellatrix would only enter again to set the animals on fire, but then she passed the Apothecary and decided to go in. Maybe on her return trip she would go into the Menagerie after all. She could hear their squawking and croaking screams now….Bellatrix ignored the greeting of the shop owner as she entered, sounding of the little obnoxious bell at the front door. She paused by this shelf and that, although she cared little for the art of potion making. She had not been one of Slughorn’s prized students after all, though she had no doubt if she told him to make her such he would obey. She smirked, he seemed really rather afraid of her. As of course, he should be. Everything was so dull in here, she may have made a mistake, if that was possible, of going to Diagon Alley instead of to the familiar, darker Alley of her youth, full of unmentionables. Trix touched things she wasn’t even thinking about buying merely for something to do. She wanted to be called back the dark Lord, wanted to look at his brilliant face and kneel at his powerful feet. One or two times Bellatrix thought she felt the burning on her arm, but when she discreetly revealed her dark mark, it showed no movement. Hmph. It wasn’t that she was always bored, as she thought bored people were boring themselves, but she was so fixated on serving the Dark Lord that everything else dwindled in comparison. Oh, and her dreams…they were almost as good as really being there. Bellatrix lifted her eyes from a kettle as she saw a streak of red round the corner. She was certain she had seen red hair. Red hair only belonged to a handful of witches and wizards, and she wondered if it was a Weasley. If it were not a Weasley, could it be? A smile grew on her face. Bellatrix so rarely got to see Miss Lily Evans, other than to disrupt her perfect days or see her in the distance of an attack dueling with another Death Eater. She stopped what she was doing and moved in the direction she had seen the hair, walking around a large tower stacked with cauldrons. On the other side of that tower, her smile grew bigger. Lily Evans. “Why Miss Evans, if the smell of your blood didn’t give you away, your hair certainly would.”

LET YOU RUNWANNA SPREAD
THEN I PULLYOUR LEASHHATE ME NOW.
---------------------------------DON'T LEAVE ME TODIE HERE DON'T REMEMBER.

.TAGGED.Lily Evans
.OUTFIT.

Typical Bellatrix
.NOTES. Yes, I remembered Bellatrix was one of my charries. Finally.
.LYRICS.Evil Angel - Breaking Benjamin.[/SIZE][/LEFT]