The Love of a Thornbush

Gatherings of Killers - Chapter One

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Warnings: angst, torture (not of reader), choking (of reader), general violence. Manipulation and Control.
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"Lady Black"

A slippery young Death Eater, she couldn't remember his name, bowed before Bellatrix. She spared him only a glance, those russet brown eyes bore holes with even the slightest of looks.

He straightened, hands clasped behind his back. Bellatrix thought it likely he was the son of some pure blood family, with manners clasped where his balls should be. She looked him up and down, honed senses practically smelling the fear dripping in his sweat.

Bellatrix raised an impertinent eyebrow, one leg crossed over the other in the chair she'd made her throne for the evening.

"My greatest apologies for interrupting your evening, Lady Black-"

"Get on with it, boy" her eyes flickered behind him, searching the mingling oaf filled crowd with scrutiny "I have more important tasks tonight than to listen to you babble"

The boy's ears flushed pink, some other onlooking men gave cruel laughter which Bellatrix supposed was meant to hinder him.

"I am Ronan Nott, son of the most noble and honourable Nott family. We have not been aquatinted, Mistress Black, but I have heard tales of your chivalry-"

Loud booming laughter came from anyone who listened in, even Bellatrix herself stifled a smirk of amusement. Chivalry was for heros in story books, she certainly wasn't one of those.

His face was now full of sun, red with humiliation. He looked as if he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Bellatrix tapped her wand against the arm of her chair in boredom, the sound of wood on wood clattering throughout the now quiet room. It seemed nearly everyone had turned their attention to the speech the young boy attempted to make.

Bellatrix shot a look to the men closest to her, and the rest received the message when they grew quiet. She was a fearsome woman, they would not risk angering her.

I watched from the edge of the crowd that slowly gathered around her and the boy attempting to deliver his speech, I saw Bellatrix's eyes flicker throughtout the crowd. Searching for someone, I thought to myself with vanity that I was the one the matriarch of the evening looked out for.

"I- I-" he attempted to start again, before a stronger voice cut him off.

Those dark pits had landed directly on me.

"Pet, there you are"

Her eyes were uncharacteristicly soft, everyone noticed how she looked at myself as a newcomer among them. I blushed under her powerful prowess "come to me"

I felt Bellatrix watch me as I began the journey towards her, walking past the young man and presenting myself to the older woman. I awaited her command.

"Sit" I observed the lack of chairs, and tilted my head in confusion. She loved when I did that, like a dog with its master.

"Mistress?" I asked in confusion, gesturing with my eyes to the lack of seats. Bellatrix laughed, a disturbing cackle that raised the hairs on the back of my neck.