The Truth.

Chapter 10-The Bloodlust

This chapters a little...different. I have tried not to change too much but please enjoy.

Bellatrix's POV

I had watched my muddy exited the room with a sad but intrigued gaze set on the vial that Voldemort must have given her. I knew it was her parent's memories and I also knew it would be hard for my muddy. She wanted to do this on her own, though she did not need to say, I complied to her wishes without question. I was worried but of course but Bellatrix black would never say that aloud though I never had to as my muddy could tell and read me easily. Many thought I was insane, which is always questionable, I mean, who is sane anyway, but my muddy and my sisters only saw the real me. Muddy could read me without effort and as easily as I could read her. Words were not a necessity. It was easy to be myself around her; she had torn down my walls so quickly and had first started since the first time I had my first vision of her. I had told my parents, but they refused to believe that my supposed soulmate was a 'she', not a 'he'. At first, I had hated it, hated her. This 'mudblood' was supposed to be the great Bellatrix's Black's mate? I had scoffed and laughed at the idea when my parents had told me, but the more visions I had of her, the more I grew to like the idea of having a mate and my views on the muggle world changed thanks to her. Soulmate or destined one, whatever everyone had called it, but I did not care what others thought. To have someone who would love me with everything was something I secretly craved. I was seeing the muggle world through her eyes and although some had made me want to murder those who hurt her or said unsavoury things, I still enjoyed seeing the world from her eyes. She had changed my whole outlook on the muggle world.

Though within the Black's household, it was impossible to express who I desired. My father would have killed me if he found out I had feelings for my soulmate, that was a female. He forced me into a marriage I did not want when I came of age but then I found Tom Riddle. And I grew under his teachings and at one point I did become a little obsessed, then Lucian had found us. He had told me about the protectors and in turn, I told him about my visions of my soulmate. He was ecstatic. I grew fond of this female that was growing into a beautiful person and an extraordinary witch, even if her view was warped and blinded by the 'light'. She had come of age, seventeen, due to her using the time turner. Then, when she had been bitten, the visions stopped completely. I had felt her distress when having a nightmare and I could no longer ignore her when I felt her pain and sorrow and projected myself to sooth her and to be able to hold her, even when I was a projection was an odd but a welcome feeling. Then when she had apparated to Lucians, bloody and in so much pain, I wanted to murder who ever had dared harmed her. I watched as her broken body heal, even going as far to try and ignore the Dementors, though they always broke my concentration. And then when Lucian said I couldn't meet my muddy, I was enraged but calmed down when he explained the reason. Projection magic was old and powerful, but it became easier when muddy got stronger. Of course, she did, she's ours. I rolled my eyes at the voice. Unfortunately, being imprisoned for fourteen years does things to your mind, though my muddy did not care and loved every part of me as I did her. I continued to go through everything we had been through. When I had met her face to face for the first time, I liked what I saw. My muddy was beautiful and she always will be. Overtime, our bond grew as did my own feelings and I could feel her trust and feelings for me grow every day. It felt natural. Even though I had changed with my mate, I would not change it for anything.

I felt huge amount of sadness, so much that tears leaked from my eyes, and I realised it wasn't my own but my Muddy's. Without a thought, I apparated to where I knew she was, and I watched her with complete worry. I only had a second, when I was suddenly overcome with rage, it was so overwhelming, that I had to block it off. I watched in awe as her skin turned black and burst with black fur within a second. A howl of rage echoed throughout the walls. She stood there, in her Alpha state, a stunning beauty. What other would call monstrous I call a beautiful alpha, that was all mine. Her fur was as black as the night sky and she stood tall at around seven foot. Bigger than the size I had seen her transformed into before. The muscles of this form were tensed and flexed with power. I could feel the dark magic coming off her in waves. The amount of dark magic was clashing with mine and I suppressed my shudder. It was extremely powerful, and I was in complete awe. I whispered "Muddy." Her head snapped towards me and I could not suppress a shudder. Her eyes bored into mine though they were not my Muddy's beautiful grey, no. these were her Alpha's. A glowing blood red. It was then I realised my mistake. The voice chimed in saying uh oh, but I ignored it. She was in a blood lust haze. The eyes that stared back me hungrily were not my Hermione's as they stared at me with no recognition. I couldn't help but say her name, hoping for something "Hermione?" but no recognition flashed through her eyes and she snarled, saliva dripping from her muzzle, her teeth flashed before my eyes and she leapt.

UPDATED 10/04/20