Trick or Treat

Chapter 4

Bellatrix tugged Minerva through the street and passed the drunken young people crowding the street near the local pub and down a darkened alleyway.
"Bellatrix what are we doing." Minerva asks glancing around, making notes of her exits just in case some serial killer try's to attack them. Minerva pauses at her thought then glances at the smiling woman beside her, she was already with some serial killer. Minerva swallows, there she was planning their escape just in case someone tried to kill them and she was literally standing next to the most dangerous killer her world has ever known. But she wasn't afraid.

"Well my beauty, we can't very well go where I intend to go looking like this." The wicked woman smiles, turning her attention to the Hogwarts professor.
"Now, do you want the honours of transfiguring our outfits into something more appropriate, or shall I?" She closed the gap between the pair.
"I think I'll do the transfiguration here, what you consider appropriate is not the same as what I consider appropriate." The woman reaches for her wand. Bella chuckles huskily, running her hands along the woman's upper arms,
"That's because you like to keep your glorious temple covered from head to toe, where I think it's only fair for the world to get a glimpse of the wonders that all add up to you."
Minerva falters in her movements, this evil witch always managed to slither under Minerva's skin.
"I see your charm hasn't died along with the many, many innocent lives you took."
"Oh Minerva," the dark witch chuckles "always such a romance killer."
"There is nothing romantic about being taken by a serial killer to god knows where because she wants to take me out for dinner!" Minerva snaps as she transfigures their clothes into more appropriate attire.
"That's because you're looking at it all the wrong way." Bella grins, taking the woman's hand in her own and tugging her back out into the streets of London.
"And how exactly am I supposed to look at it?"
" Like a gothic romance. You my love the representation of pure innocence and light, the carrier of hopes and dreams. You're the one everyone runs to when they need guidance or protection...and I'm the one they need the protection from." A sadistic smile graced Bellatrix's lips as she tightly latched her arm around Minerva's. The shorter woman swallows, what had she gotten herself into?
" I'm the troubled twisted woman who for years strayed into darkness only to fall helplessly in love with someone so very different to her. She fell in love with an angel, the only one that could brighten her dark and cruel soul." The woman adds, and Minerva's thoughts froze.

Did she say love? Fell in Love?

"The dark witch was trapped under the enchantress's spell, and would do anything she asked...if only the heavenly beauty would see that. But the goddess denied the dark witch, despite her best efforts to woe her and so the dark evil witch spent every day toying with the good little angel until she'd finally break. The good witch however was as stubborn as a mule and to this day, despite luring the dark witch in she fleets away before the fun ever begins."

Minerva swallows, this was madness. Complete Madness, what was she even doing here?

"Oh what's the matter Minerva, cat got your tongue?" The ravenette chuckled as she guided her off of the streets and into a large Italian restaurant that had large chandelier's adorning the ceiling. Minerva had remained silent after Bellatrix's little 'story' and found herself even more speechless when the dark witch had brought her here. A tall man dressed in a pristine black suit approached them, and what surprised her even more Bellatrix began speaking what Minerva deciphered to be Italian to him, before he guided them to a quiet more reserved corner of the room when the grand chandeliers were dim, and candles adorned the tables. The minute they were seated Bellatrix spoke to the man again before he nodded then dashed off, leaving them alone.

"I didn't know you spoke Italian." Minerva said out of the blue, the woman opposite her only smiled. Her eyes darkened with every second. Minerva found herself fidgeting, she felt so unnerved by the woman's intense gaze. She shouldn't have come here, what was she thinking? She's sitting across from one of the deadliest people in the world, her hands are absolutely dripping in blood of innocent people . Minerva couldn't even begin to comprehend what wicked cruel things this woman has done, and yet here she is, sat opposite her in an absolutely marvellous restaurant because the tormentress wanted to treat her.

"Don't be to hard on yourself love." Bellatrix reached across the table to steady the woman's fidgeting hand.
"if it makes you feel any better. I'd have brought you here either way, even if I had to force you." She admits, catching Minerva's gaze.
"I shouldn't be here."
"Oh don't say that love, you might break my heart."
"This was wrong, I should leave."
"You won't be going anywhere Minerva you and I both know that. Now why don't we see if we can distract that pretty little mind of yours before you do something foolish and I will be forced to take action." She leaned forward in her chair, giving Minerva's hand a gentle squeeze.
"You disgust me." Minerva spat, though her bubbling anger only added fuel to Bella's flame.

"Lying Minerva really?" She quirked her brow, fully aware of what she was doing to the Gryffindor.
"We both know I excite you. You can say what you like, but I know the truth. You're drawn to my devilishly dark nature, and that's why you hate me soo much. You hate me, to try and cover the fact you crave me. Not to worry though my little lioness. Your wicked little secret is safe with me." The ravenette winked, and before Minerva had chance to respond the waiter returned displaying a bottle of expensive looking wine. Bellatrix inspected it before giving her approval.
"Only the best for my favourite little Gryffindor." The woman grinned in her direction, and a mixture of anger and excitement danced around in the pit of her stomach. She was furious with the damned woman, furious because despite everything she fights for, everything believes in this woman was right. She was drawn to her wild and twisted side, it was so far from everything Minerva ever believed in, it made her feel rebellious. It made her feel sick.
It made her blood boil with anger.
It made her feel alive.

Bellatrix made her feel alive.
She sparked so many emotions in Minerva, whenever she was near Minerva had an emotional roller coaster ride.
Her and her devilish charm, her and her dark manipulative eyes, her and her untameable lions mane of jet black curls.

Everything about this woman screamed danger, screamed death, bloodshed and violence. And yet here she was.
Minerva understand now, why the moth was so terribly attracted to that which could easily cause their demise.

what exactly had she gotten herself into?