AN: Credit to BabyDoll Maneater for her help and ideas for this chapter. Thank you, darling. Warnings for this chapter, contains insect. I know some people are marshmallows so I thought I'd better put a warning up.
Dream is in italics not for people to get confused.
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something ~Marilyn Manson~
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Pain, pain and fear, fear and pain it mingled into one and made her scream, scream so loud she couldn't even hear herself anymore, she'd become deaf to the sound.
The room was warm, to warm, she was hot and sweat trickled down her pale skin. The table under her back was hard and she was trying to grab onto something but the smooth surface had nothing for her fingers to hook into, so she held onto him.
Bellatrix Black tossed in her bed, her hands gripping the sheets in a vice like hold as she whimpered into the empty room, the fire long since dead in the black marble grate. Her body shone in the moonlight from the thin layer of sweat that covered her skin, her cotton nightie clinging to her.
His voice coming from somewhere to her right, she couldn't see him, the man who's voice was speaking, but she felt it, felt it vibrate through her like a living thing, a pulse of energy, a breathing entity. She tried to turn her head to find him but the sharp slap to her cheek made her cry out in both shock and pain, more pain, more than she was already feeling. The voice again, she tried to hold her breath to listen but the grunting of the man above her drowned out the sound of Tom Riddle's smooth yet cold velvet voice.
The bedroom was fast growing cold from the dead fire, but Bellatrix was burning hot. She writhed alone in the bed, her whimpers had grown in volume, louder than before but not loud enough to wake anyone else in the house. Her back arched, her eyes squeezed shut tight and blood on her lips where she'd bitten down.
She looked up at him, her dark eyes wet with tears as she met the eyes of her father. He was hurting her and she could see it in his eyes he didn't want to be hurting his Bella, his Black Diamond. She clung to him, her mind trying to grip why he was doing this to her, why the man with the lovely voice and beautiful eyes had told her father to do what he was doing. She was meant to be pure on her wedding night, her father had told her so himself, she wasn't pure now. And never would be again. Would Rodolphus Lestrange still want to marry an unpure witch? Strange thoughts for the witch be having at that moment but then people think and do the strangest things when they're in shock. And that's just what she was in.
Her head tossed from side to side, her curls becoming matted and tangled as she squirmed in her bed. A owl hooted somewhere in the grounds of Black Manor and her caged raven ruffled it's feathers and shifted on it's perch but the beautiful witch didn't wake.
That voice again, instructions being spoken to her father who was obeying them without question. Cygnus Black never obeyed anyone but himself but now he was a puppet on a string and was handing his brilliant and beautiful daughter over to the man that would ruin her. She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything else, it didn't work and she couldn't help but cry out as she felt a warm burst of liquid inside her.
The scream woke her, her own scream. She sat bolt upright in the bed and her wide eyes looked frantically around the dimly lit room. She was alone. The table under her back wasn't there, she was in her bed, the voice of the wonderfully handsome man was gone, she was alone, her father wasn't moving on top of her, she was clutching her bedsheets. Covered in sweat yet shivering cold, Bellatrix fell back onto her pillows and covered her eyes with her hands. Just a dream. It was just a nightmares wasn't it?
She'd have believed it to be a dream but for the burning ache between her legs, the soreness of her hips and the smell of Tom Riddles cigar that still clung to her hair.