A Rose By Any Other Name

Chapter 14

"What did you just say to me you bitch ! Remember what your mother taught you: 'Blessed are the meek' and those who are weak and sick" Lucius spat, failing to lower his wand any lower or further from Narcissa's chest. However sensing she wasn't going to retaliate, he turned to lock the door.

"And blessed are those" Narcissa stuttered confidently as her husband sharply whipped his head back round "who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness" He turned, the devil's red brewing in his eyes. "For theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

Angrily Lucius gave in to his inner desires, yelling loudly "CRUCIO" and with that she collapsed in a crippled state, shrivelling into a fetal position on the floor of the master bedroom like dehydrated fruit. Lucius knew he wouldn't have to torture her for long. She had always been weak and Narcissa had learnt not to fight back; it was over quicker that way. After an hour or so of various curses and kicks, she was well and truly out cold, blood trailing in tributaries along the floor boards, seeping into the cracks. Lucius tutted in amazement that he had married such a pathetic thing and left, immediately feeling the familiar throbbing pain in his arm as he closed the door. He still had Narcissa's wand from when he had disarmed her and decided to lock it away in one of his many cabinets scattered around the wings of the manor. It was more for peace of mind; he couldn't risk Narcissa waking up and escaping. He would be in even bigger trouble than he was already. Plus if she discovered the wand, what else would she discover.

The onyx smoke of his sadistic sister in law appeared at once in front of him all of sudden.

"Jesus Bella, what are you doing here ?" Lucius growled, smoothing back a few stray strands of his platinum hair in an attempt to compose himself once again.

"I'm here to fetch you, you idiot. It's time." hissed Bellatrix, slithering closer to his face like a sadistic snake. He knew that they wouldn't have time to contemplate anything, they were in a race against the clock and the order. With Narcissa out of his mind, he grabbed his sister in law's arm, dragging into the apparation continuum. Little was he to know how unsucsessful this move and even mission would be.

*

Pain awoke her, the pain of a night of curses and life of lies had become all too much. Blood lay in oceans and pools around her, tainting her blonde streaks like a hellish halo. The creaking of floorboards coming from outside the door triggered her legs and arms to work simultaenously, carefully dragging her limp, debilitated attempt of a life. She was a living corpse, but for how long ?

The sound was coming from one of the pathetic little house elves and whilst she knew that Lucius would never have condoned it, Narcissa recognised that he or she (this she was unaware of) was her only hope.

"Pinky, Pinky is that you ?" she wheezed, her vice barely recognisable but it was obvious enough for the housse elf, who was Pinky, answered immediatly.

"Mistress Narcissa, what is it"

"I want you to forget anything Lucius has asked you to do."

"But" the house elf stuttered, Narcissa guessed she must have cowering with fear "But he is my master. I live to be ordered by him. I must .."

"NO" Narcissa shouted as best she could, startling the elf slightly "I want you to go to the kitchens and fetch me one of the muggle knifes, can you do that for me."

The desperation was upon her, consuming her completely.

"Yes mistress, I will get on it". The pain had began to consume her like a figurative demon. She managed to muster up the strength to drag herself onto the bed, the dripping blood escaping her intelligence onto the Egyptian cotton crisp sheet: tainting them a sharp crimson hue.

Time passes by so fast in captivity; what occurs in ones mind during these times of silence and solitude one could wonder, maybe as a past time.