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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 7, 2012 7:42:48 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 7, 2012 7:42:48 GMT -8

Bellatrix Black had never been so furious in all her life. She glared down at the Daily Prophet that was in her hands. Sure, it was yesterdays copy, but the words that were written still cut fresh wounds into her mind. The article that had gotten her so worked up was about her dearest Daddy Black spooling the family fortune with his excessive gambling. It had been innately obvious that whoever wrote it had some sort of connections into the family secrets because Bellatrix knew that her mother hadn’t said a word. And their Gringott’s records were sealed. Therefore, it had to be someone that was close to one of the Black Sisters. They would be the only people that would have known about the squander. As tight lipped as they all were about it, she couldn’t think of a single person that she had told the news to. Except for maybe Archer Grayson. But Bellatrix knew that Archer would never betray her like that. The pair of them had an understanding and that would have gone against everything that they had been working for over the past couple of years. She was going to find out whoever had done this to our family and then she was going to rip them limb from limb...slowly and painfully until they-

Madness seemed to overwhelm her momentarily and she threw down the Daily Prophet onto the coffee table in the Common Room. ‘You need to calm down, you know how you get,’ She warned herself, beginning to feel the compounding of anger as she stared down at her fingertips. She was starting to get angry about everything that had happened over the first couple of days back at school. She was angry that she had seen Zeke in the locker rooms and he had blown her off. She was angry that Rod was such a tosser sometimes. She was especially angry that Maxwell had skipped practice and then come back later that night with a girl on his arm. She was mad about it all. And - standing to her feet in a huff - She wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She picked up the Daily Prophet and shoved it into the fire, watching as her father’s moving picture began to burn. It was time to get down to business and make the entire world pay for what was happening in her life.

Fully satisfied that it had burnt to a crisp, Bellatrix began stomping up the stairs toward Zeke’s room. She was in the mood to rip him a new one for missing practice. The rest would just fall into place. But right now, all she knew was that she needed to hex the living daylights out of him. Finally coming up to meet his door, she banged on it three times and then shoved it open, ”Maxwell! Get your arse out of bed and-” She commanded, moving forward and growling. She grabbed the sheets and pulled them down only to find that Zeke wasn’t there at all.

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 7, 2012 8:55:35 GMT -8

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Zeke stepped out of the steamy shower and softly started to towel himself off, he was still fairly confused as to exactly what had been going on in his life so far this year. This was supposed to be his best year, it was his 7th and final year here at Hogwarts, why were things going so hectic and crazy. Things were supposed to be cake, he was supposed to be the captain of the quidditch team and lead them to their second straight quidditch cup; He was supposed to graduate with honors and turn pro and go on to a sucessful career…and he was supposed to still be with Bellatrix Black. Zeke wiped the fog off the mirror with his hand as he stared into his own reflection with a deep sigh. "It wasn't supposed to be like this." He whispered to himself as he finally tore his eyes away so he could slip on a pair of black silk pajama bottoms.

He drapped his towel around his neck and slowly began to walk down the hall towards his room, enjoying the feeling of the cool tile on his bare feet. He hadn't really done a good job drying himself off, but then again he never really did. He enjoyed the feeling of air drying and letting the water just drip off as opposed to taking the time to fully towel himself dry; perhaps in all honesty it was more laziness than actual preference. Either way, Zeke didn't really care, he just preferred to do things this way.

Zeke finally got to his dorm to find it wide open, he stepped into the room a little perplexed until he saw Bellatrix ripping his sheets off his bed. Zeke rolled his eyes, annoyed that he was going to have to once again deal with Bellatrix Black tonight. She was probably mad about the fact that he'd skipped out on practice, but Zeke and her both realized that he didn't need to practice. Zeke would be just fine without practicing with the other two squibs that she called chasers; she'd decided to get so called, "fresh meat" at the chaser position but Zeke felt as if these two blokes were actually worst than last years. "Can I help you, Bellatrix?" Zeke sneered her name with disdain as he glared at her standing there holding his sheets in her hands, "And would you mind putting my sheets back on my bed?"

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 9, 2012 19:28:13 GMT -8

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Bellatrix was furious that he wasn’t in bed. She began throwing his sheets off of his bed and onto the floor where she thought that they belonged. After she had finished all but destroying his room, she realized that someone was addressing her from the doorway. She snapped around, looking to see who it was and desperately hoping that it was Zeke Maxwell. She was in a fighting mood and she knew that she wanted to fight with him. She could almost feel her body growling as he addressed her so starkly; she hated when he did this to her. Sometimes Zeke acted like a real pain in her arse, but she always seemed to come back to him. Always, without fail. She realized just how full of distain his voice was and almost winced, but stopped herself. She simply narrowed her eyes, ”I think you know very well why I’m here, Maxi-pad.” She growled, going back to her petty name calling. She knew that she wasn’t going to take this from him tonight. Not after what he had done to her at Quidditch practice. She was still seething from him missing the first practice of the year.

”Yes, actually-” She sneered back, throwing the last of the sheets onto the floor and then grinding one of her feet into them, ”I would mind.” She knew that her shoes were covered in mud from the pitch and it was going to get on his nerves even more, but at this moment, she couldn't stop herself. All she could see was red and she knew that she wanted to make him pay for missing practice. She wanted him to feel the distain that she felt inside...But more than that, she wanted him to know that she was hurting. Bellatrix had always had an issue with expressing her feelings; when she was upset or hurt, it came off as being angry and dangerous...partly the reason that so many people were afraid of her. Right now, she was more hurt than she had been in a long time. She couldn't stop thinking about what her father had been doing and it was eating at her. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of distain and guilt and she was unable to swim. Realizing that she was still stomping her dirty footprints all over his sheets, she quickly pulled back, leaving them on the floor where she wanted them.

Her eyes turned angry yet again, the previous thoughts gone and replaced with only what was going on at the time being, ”Where were you?” She growled, her voice low and dangerous. This was the rare form of Bellatrix that people tried to avoid. She was unpredictable when she was like this...so full of dangerous intentions and anger, ”You knew we had practice. I’m sure you knew. I made it a point to tell you two or three blood times and-” She could feel her tone rising and her words starting to jumble together in a mass of anger. Slowing down, she managed to take a deep breath, ”You. Weren’t. There. Explain yourself.” She demanded, looking at him and then looking away. She hated him right now. She hated him more than anything in the world, ”Better yet, why don’t you give me a fu.cking good reason not to kick your bloody arse off the team right now and-” Her voice trailed off into nothingness, her heart pounding in her throat. She want's sure what was going on with her lately, but she was having a hard time getting a grip on her emotions. She was having an even harder time getting a grip on her life in general.

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 10, 2012 7:11:35 GMT -8

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Zeke stared blankly at Bellatrix as she stomped her muddy boots all over his sheets, it was a pointless display of frustration and anger that would be absolutely meaningless as soon as she left. “You know as soon as you leave, I’m just going to summon a house elf to change my linens right. Speaking of you leaving… any idea when that might be happening?” Zeke’s reply was short and clipped but he knew that his tone would relay enough of an insult to her.

Zeke watched as she threw her temper tantrum and he felt a slight pain in his chest, “There’s something wrong.” Zeke thought to himself, but he quickly silenced himself; trying to convince himself that he didn’t care and that if she was having a hard time it was her own fault and it wasn’t any of his concern. Bellatrix had turned her back on him and not cared when he was hurting, so why should Zeke care about Bellatrix? She had willingly gone into the arms of another man, when Zeke had needed her the most. None the less, Zeke still found Bellatrix to be an engima, he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame; he knew that she wasn’t good for him, and that she would only hurt him. But yet, he still had a fatal attraction to her.

As she began to spout off about practice Zeke just rolled his eyes, “Practice? We’re talking about Practice? How much practice do you think I need? I led the school in points last year, I don’t need any more practice. I mean, come on Bellatrix, it’s practice/.” Zeke’s tone was almost mocking as he said the word practice; sneering it slightly more each time he said it. Zeke walked over and sat down on his futon that was drapped with a black and emerald blanket and adorned with a Slytherin emblem. He put his feet up on the futon, ensuring that Bellatrix wouldn’t be able to sit down next to him, as he leaned against the armrest; “But in my defense, I completely forgot about practice. I was busy.” Zeke lied flatly, not even trying to cover up the fact that he was lying; he wanted Bellatrix to know that he had intentionally blown off her practice, but he also knew he couldn’t come out and just admit it; that would take away half the fun.

Zeke outright laughed when she started to threaten about kicking him off of the team, “Go ahead Trix. Kick me off the team.” Zeke ran his fingers through his still damp hair, messing it up and then shaking it free; his hair almost falling messily back into it’s normal styling. “But we both know you won’t. As I seem to recall a certain Quidditch captain all but begging me not to quit her team this year. So, I highly doubt you’ll be kicking your only chaser that’s worth a da.mn off of your team, unless you want to be credited for single-handedly costing our chance at repeating?” Zeke started to add another insult about telling her dad before hand because he could use the gambling tips, but had opted to keep that comment to himself. Zeke still cared about Bellatrix and he knew that all of the public scandal that was going on about her Father’s gambling problems had to be embarassing for her. “So seriously Bellatrix; we both know you aren’t going to kick me off the team, and we both know that I don’t need the practice, AND we both know that you completely wasted your time by messing up my sheets…” Zeke looked over at Bellatrix, and dropped his bravado for a moment, so that in this moment it was just Zeke and Bellatrix and none of the bullox that had been there a moment before, this was a moment for just them. “So Bells, why are you here?” Zeke asked her softly.

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 10, 2012 15:09:42 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 10, 2012 15:09:42 GMT -8

Bellatrix was furious. The more that he insulted her and tried to make her angry, the easier it was to see the anger seeping through her veins and dismantling her from her insides out. She was beyond upset at him. He was being a complete and total arse and she had only ever seen him act this way toward Muggleborns and other houses. But never to her....Merlin only knew what had crawled up his arse and died earlier that morning. She clamped her jaw down tightly and flashed her teeth in his general direction, more of a warning than anything else. She wanted him to know just how pissed off she really was about the way that he was treating her. He had no right, ”I’m not leaving until you bloody answer my question.” She growled, her voice low, her feet stomping all over his sheets. She knew that he was right and as soon as she was gone, the problem would be solved. In fact, Zeke could probably just use a cleaning charm and the entire thing would be solved before either one of them even said anything else. She thought she saw something in his expression change, but she paid it no mind. She leaned down, picked up the sheets and tore the top one into two pieces, venting her anger as much as possible.

She wanted to slap him for the way that he talked about practice. Bells knew that he didn’t need it, but she also knew that she needed him there to show everyone else just how important it was that even the seventh years show up to practice. If they were going to have any chance at repeating their win from last year, they were going to need all the practice that they could get, ”Does it escape your tiny pea-brain that we have two bloody new chasers this year, Maxi-pad?” She growled, throwing his sheets onto the ground and then kicking them, more for effect than anything else, ”That means that you have two new people to work out strategy with. I don’t care if you trained with bloody Jaques St. Pierre or whoever the bloody fu.ck that was, but you owe it to all of us to show up to practice.” She was seething and getting to the point where she could feel her heart racing and her blood pumping. She wanted nothing more than to punch him. Or hex him. For a moment, her fingertips brushed across her wand that was shoved into the back of her jean pockets. She knew that if she was quick, she could have him on his arse before he even knew what hit him and then she would slowly torture him...with whatever spells crossed her mind and-

”I didn’t waste my time!” She finally yelled, all her anger exploding into one sentance. She reached down and ripped the sheets again and threw them into his face. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but she tried to maintain some level of calm. It wasn’t working in the slightest. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to make him hurt. She wanted him to understand just how much she was hurting. How much she missed him and how much her father’s scandal was hurting the family. She wanted him to understand her. Bellatrix Black just wanted someone to understand her, ”I bet you skipped out on practice because of that slutty brunette you brought back to your room a couple of nights ago.” The words came out of her mouth and she had no chance of stopping them. They were full of vile poison and jealousy and she knew it, but she just couldn’t stop there, ”What was her name, Maxi-pad? Tell me so I can rip her hair out!” She screamed, fully prepared to charge forward and tackle him to the ground in her fit of rage. It was only then that she realized that his expression had changed and he was inquiring into why she was really there. She didn’t have an answer, she just stood there, unclenching and clenching her fists dangerously.

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 10, 2012 16:36:11 GMT -8

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Zeke laughed as he watched Bellatrix's fit continue, it was comical to him; she was completely losing it and he could tell, he wanted to watch her crumble like she had done to him. The difference was that Zeke still cared, and watching her hurt, hurt him twice as much. The pain in her eyes struck Zeke in the heart and he could barely stand it. He wanted to bolt across the room and scoop her up in his arms and hold her tightly, he wanted to hold her until she came back down to earth like he had before in the past. But, Zeke wasn't sure that things were the same anymore, he wasn't sure if it was safe for him to come within arms length anymore when she was in this mood. Zeke decided to stop the insults but still keep his distance to try and help calm Trix down.

"Yes, I'm fully aware that there are two new chasers…" Zeke started before she cut him off with her comment about owing something to her. That was the spark that lit Zeke's fuse as he jumped up off of the futton and glowered at Bellatrix before shouting, "I don't owe you a damn thing Bellatrix Black! You get that through you're cheating, lying, fake promise making head right this second. I stood by your side and listened to you tell me all about these fake feelings you had for me and you didn't mean any of them! I was willing to do anything for you, Bellatrix! ANYTHING!" Zeke was screaming at Bellatrix, he was fully aware that probably half of the male dorm could hear him yelling but he didn't care, let them hear what he was saying. Zeke had completely lost it at this point, he was fed up with Bellatrix coming in here and acting like she was the victim. SHE had left HIM to go be with another man; how dare she act like he owed her ANYTHING after what she had put him through.

Zeke's anger dropped quickly from a boil to a low simmer as she talked about the slutty brunette, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he tried to figure out who she was talking about, he hadn't slept with anyone since he'd been back. The only girl he'd brought up to his room had been… "Da…" Zeke started to whisper before catching himself. He looked at Bellatrix, his blue eyes finding her crazy hazel eyes and he felt her pain transfer over to him, and his heart dropped. The anger slowly drained from Zeke's face as he turned away from Bellatrix towards the door, he walked over to it and pulled it closed with a thud and flipped the deadbolt to ensure that no body would interupt them or be able to overhear them, after all the door was close to six inches thick. Zeke turned back towards Bellatrix, leaning against the cool door with his bare back. "Bells… What's wrong?" he asked with a softness and tenderness to his voice as he pushed off the door and quickly crossed the floor over to her, his hands finding her shoulders as his eyes found hers once again. "Seriously Trix, what's going on. I know this isn't about practice, this isn't about me bringing some girl up to my dorm; who for the record, not that it's any of your business, I did NOT sleep with." One of Zeke's hand reached up and gripped Bellatrix's chin between his thumb and index finger, "Talk to me, Bells. I told you I'd always be here for you, and even though you didn't mean your promises, I meant mine."

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 11, 2012 11:51:34 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 11, 2012 11:51:34 GMT -8

Bellatrix knew that she was close to unhinging herself, she could feel it radiating all the way down to her core. She only got like this when she was truly upset, and she could sense by the growing recognition that was written on Zeke’s face that he was beginning to see it too. She still wanted to hex the living daylights out of him, she wouldn’t deny it, but she felt slightly better when she saw the expression on his face change. His next words perhaps surprised her the most. They were full of what appeared to be tenderness and for a moment, Bells didn’t know how to respond. He asked what was wrong and she turned her chin so that she wouldn’t have to look at him. She didn’t want to admit what was really going on. She didn’t want Zeke to know that she was crumbling as they spoke. She couldn’t sand the thought of him seeing her as a weak, helpless little girl. She was Bellatrix Black, for Merlin’s sake. Just the same, she bit down on her lip, trying not to give anything away through her expression.

Even though she wasn’t looking at him, she could feel him move across the room and his hands gripping her shoulders, almost forcing her to look forward and stare at him, ”Why do you care-” She began to say but he interrupted her talking about broken promises and how it was none of her business. She could feel the anger flaring again, she hated when he said that it was none of her business...she knew all too well that it was her business. It was her business because the moment that she had saw him with that girl, she had felt...something. In the deep recesses of her heart where she normally ignored, she had felt hurt. She turned away from him yet again, refusing to look at him for too long lest she get really upset and rip out his hair....or worse. But that was when Zeke’s fingertips gripped her chin and forced her back into getting lost in those blue eyes of his. She gulped, knowing that she had all but been caught by his play. He would be able to see how hurt and upset she was if he looked at her too long, which was what she guessed he was doing right now, ”Maybe it is just about practice and that bloody girl.” Bells managed to say, even though her cheeks were being smushed in by his grip on her mouth, ”No matter if you slept with her or not, you still took her up to your room so I can only guess what the pair of you were up to.”

She knew that she wouldn’t be able to put him off forever and shook her head, forcing him to let go of her so that she could speak correctly. This was going to be hard for her and she knew it. She didn’t know how much he knew about the situation or about the havoc that it had been wrecking through her life, but she figured that it was about time to come clean with Zeke about what her family had really been up to for the past 17 years of her life, ”Have you read the paper?” She asked, her voice low. Her eyes fell to his chest and then she looked back up, trying to keep her voice steady, ”Todays. The gossip column.” She clarified as she look at him.

She bit down on her lip as her eyes strayed past him and locked on the door so that she could make sure that it was closed completely, ”Didn’t you ever wonder why my family was so dead set on me marrying Rod, Maxi-pad?” Her voice was gaining some of the edge back, ”Daddy Black’s ruined the family fortune. Over and over again since I was born. My family’s not looking to perpetuate the blood line...they’re looking to save their sorry arses.” She so desperately wanted him to understand, but she wasn’t sure that he would. It was odd, having to admit what a squander her life truly was...

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 13, 2012 7:50:26 GMT -8

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The words struck Zeke like an unforgivable curse… all this time he had thought that she wasn’t willing to fight the marriage to Rod because she didn’t have feelings for him, because she didn’t care about him. But, it all made sense to Zeke now, he could see the pain in her face and hear it in her voice when she talked about seeing him with Darcy that night; he could see the hurt in her eyes when she talked about him not being there at practice. She wasn’t upset that he wasn’t there for the team, she was upset because he hadn’t been there for her; and that had never been Zeke’s intention.

He could feel his own heart starting to crumble, he’d never meant to hurt Bellatrix like this, never meant to cause her emotional pain on this level. Sure, he’d wanted to hurt her and get back at her, but he could see that maybe this had hurt her just as much as it had hurt him. Maybe she had been telling the truth back in the locker room on their first night back. Maybe all of this had been a big misunderstanding… which meant…

Zeke could feel his heart in his throat, he’d been such an arse to her; he’d treated her so terribly over the past several months, thinking that she had cheated on him when really she had actually been trying to help him out. Zeke felt like his entire world was spinning, he wanted to cry over how he had acted towards her over the past six months. Zeke opened his mouth but all that came out was “I-“ and nothing else. His mind couldn’t process the words he wanted to say, his voice had left him.

Zeke quickly wrapped Bellatrix Black back into his arms, pulling her tight against his body and pressing his lips firmly against hers. Zeke’s hand pressed into her back, pulling her tighter as his other hand reached up to cup her face, graising his thumb across her cheek lovingly. Zeke could feel all of the emotions he'd ever felt towards Bellatrix rushing out of his body as he pulled her even tighter, seemingly trying to mesh their bodies together. When Zeke finall pried his lips away from hers, he still didn't let go of her as he held her just as closely, "Bells… I-" Zeke stuttered before closing his mouth entirely.

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 13, 2012 19:12:34 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 13, 2012 19:12:34 GMT -8

Bellatrix honestly wasn’t sure that there was anything else to say about the matter. She wasn’t sure that there was anything else that she could feel. All she knew is that she was happy that Zeke knew the truth about what was really going on in her life. She could only hope now that he better understood why she had been acting the way that she was and doing the things that she was. She looked away from him, her eyes threatening the seemingly off sensation of crying once again. Almost immediately, she commanded herself against it. Bellatrix Black did not cry...especially not in front of Zeke Maxwell. She didn’t want him to think that she was weak or needed him to pity her...no, pity was what she wanted the least. He opened his mouth and mumbled something, but Bella wasn’t entirely sure that she understood anything that was coming out of his mouth. All she could think about was how her life was suddenly in shambles and she was lost with no proper directioning, ”And so, the awful truth rears its ugly head.” She whispered into the silence that had settled between them.

Not a moment later, Zeke was pulling her against him and kissing her. She suddenly felt entirely mixed up, her brain not registering what was happening as happiness but more as morbid sadness. She wasn’t sure how to feel with him any more. After a year of trying to figure out her relationship with him, she briefly wondered if it was past the point of forgiving and forgetting. If the pair of them had drifted too far apart to ever be reconciled. Just the same, she stood on her tip-toes, trying to kiss him more, but he pulled away before she had the chance.

She stood there staring at him, her eyes full of wonder and confusion. Bellatrix Black could not figure out what he was feeling or what he was thinking and for moment she swore that he was going to go running in the other direction just like he had the first night that they had been at school this year. But he stayed, his eyes full of oddities and questions. She could see them even though he hadn’t asked anything, ”It’s been going on for about a year now. Everyone knows about it.” She said, her breathing momentarily getting caught in her chest, but she pushed through, knowing that she had to tell him the entire story.

”Cygnus decided that he would start betting on various Quidditch events...started out as just small bets, but before mum realized it, he had all but destroyed everything that we had.” She shook her head, ”That was four years ago. That’s why they’ve pushed so hard for Rod. He’s rolling in galleons.” She could feel the anger slicing through her body, like a wave of fire that was searing the insides of her veins. Suddenly she realized just how angry she was about the whole thing, ”He ruined us. And I have to pay the price. All of us have to pay the price. Cissy...Droms.” She growled, her fists clenching. She wasn’t sure that she was going to be able to handle the anger or if it was going to cause her to go insane completely. For a moment she contemplated going back to destroying his sheets, but she knew that it would do her no good.

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 18, 2012 11:48:28 GMT -8

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Zeke moved both of his hands to cup Bellatrix’s cheeks, trying
desperately to console her; “Bells, we can find a way to
make this work.” he whispered between them softly, leaning in
and kissing her forehead softly. Zeke had never imagined in a million
years that gambling debt had been the reason her father had sold her
off to Rodolphus. The curious part to him was why Cygnus Black had
decided to auction off Bellatrix as opposed to Andromeda or Narcissa,
who were widely considered to be the “pretty” Black sisters.

Zeke thought about Andromeda and Narcissa’s looks as his eyes glanced
over Bellatrix, the two other Black sisters were beautiful… but not
like Bellatrix. The warmth of her crazy green eyes, her delicate
jawline that still somehow managed to display strength and courage,
her beautiful and intoxicating lips that haunting Zeke’s every
thought. Zeke’s eyes traced dangerously over Bellatrix’s lips, and
were then quickly replaced by his fingertip, slowly outlining her
lips. “Have I told you lately that you’re
beautiful?” He whispered softly to her.

Zeke wasn’t sure what to do he tried to reason and figure out what he
could be he knew it would be to no avail; there was probably nothing
that they could do at this point. Zeke wanted to just grab Bellatrix
and run as far away from everything as they could, he was pretty sure
he’d be able to get some good distance between them and her family;
he’d have enough money in his own vault for them to start a nice life
somewhere remote, like Brazil, or Africa. Someplace nobody would ever
be able to find them at.

Zeke sighed, knowing that she’d never leave with him, and resigned
himself to simply smile at her “Any plans for the Fall
Formal? I heard that you were applying for the Wizard’s Cup, and I
don’t think it would be right for the Slytherin Champion to go
stag.” Zeke smiled trying to sway her into asking him to go
with her.

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 18, 2012 12:30:21 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 18, 2012 12:30:21 GMT -8

Bells felt his fingertips on her cheeks and for a moment, she allowed herself to close her eyes and relax slightly. It was funny to her, whenever Zeke said that it was going to be alright, she believed him. She believed him with everything that she had. His lips pressed against her forehead and she felt her own curl into a slight smile. He made everything feel better, ”Thanks, Z.” She muttered, leaning forward so that she could rest her chin on his shoulder for just a moment. She didn’t want to hug him again, lest she come off as being weak, but this was her way of showing that she cared about what he was doing for her. This was her way of letting him know that she understood what he was trying to do for her. Coming from Bellatrix Black, it was a very warm and caring gesture. Slowly, she pulled back so that she could stare at him, wondering how he really felt about the whole thing...

She shook her head; no one had told her that she was beatufiul since the pair of them had broken up last year after the Archer fiasco. That was just something that wasn’t said to Bellatrix Black. Most people thought that her younger sisters were the beauties of the family; they were beautiful like diamonds in the rough, but Bellatrix? No, Bells was not considered beautiful. She was hard around the edges, her hair never feel correctly, and her eyes...people often said that her eyes were her most frightening feature. They were piercing and dangerous all the time, even when she was relaxed, ”You used to,” She said as she closed her eyes but for a moment, savoring the feeling of his fingertips running over her smooth lips. It had been ages since Zeke had said how much he thought she was the gem of the Black family, but a wave of nostalgia hit her in that moment, causing her to inhale quickly and her eyes to spring open again in dangerous anticipation.

”Ah so the rumors are already spreading. Shhhh, not everyone is supposed to know that I’m vying for the Slytherin spot-” She said as she pressed her fingers to his lips to silence him. His mention of the Fall Formal had her stomach in knots as she stared at him. She hadn’t really thought about it yet, but she knew that her father was going to demand that she go with Rod for appearances sake. Especially if she was the Slytherin female champion. There was just too much at stake to not exploit the publicity surrounding the Cup, ”I’m not going stag, thank you very much.” She breathed as she looked at him, trying to judge his reaction, ”I’ve already asked Rod per request of my father.” Her playfulness seemed to drop immediately as she said the words.

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 18, 2012 13:06:22 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2012 13:06:22 GMT -8

Zeke felt his entire body relax as she placed her chin on his shoulder, he knew her well enough to understand the gesture. It was Bellatrix's way of showing affection without portraying herself as weak, and Zeke would allow her to save her emotional strength right now; he knew full well that telling him the truth had taken more out of her than she would ever let on. Zeke rested his head ontop of hers, inhaling the scent of her hair, smiling to himself; this felt like old times, and for a moment he let himself believe that the two of them would be able to work, that they could make this relationship work between the two of them.

Zeke continued running his fingers over her lips, "You're still the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on, Bellatrix" he whispered to her softly, his liquid blue eyes not leaving her piercing green eyes. Eye contact with Bellatrix was something that few people would venture to do, but Zeke absolutely loved to maintain eye contact with her. To him, Bellatrix's eyes, were like windows into her mind, he could almost read her every thought and desire. It was a rare privledge that Zeke knew, not many people were granted. He dropped his fingers away from her lips for a second, and quickly replaced them with his own lips, one hand still craddling her face as he pulled her closer to deepen the kiss.

Zeke's smile and joy was gone in an instant. Bellatrix was taking Rodolphus Lestrange to the formal; he was floored, he was emotionless, completely numb to everything at this point. "Oh... you're taking... you're taking Rod..." Zeke stuttered as he took a small step back, "Of course you are... You couldn't let me become public could you? I'm just some play thing that you play with when it's convient, but Merlin forbid anyone find out about me." Zeke could feel the emotion welling up inside of him, demanding to come out. He wanted to rip sheets at this point, he wanted to throw things, he wanted to make Bellatrix hurt the way that he hurt, "Why won't you stand up to him Bellatrix? Why do you constantly hide behind what your family says?" Zeke looked away from Bellatrix, unsure of what else he could say to her, "That's fine. Go with Rodolphus then." He all but snapped at her.

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 18, 2012 21:44:52 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 18, 2012 21:44:52 GMT -8

Bellatrix wasn’t sure how to answer him. In all honesty, Zeke had always been the only one who had called her beautiful in her life. People were often too afraid to look at her to notice that beneath the hard exterior, there lay a girl that was indeed pretty and delicate. They only saw the dangerous looks in her eyes and the clenching of her fists when she was angry. Not that she could particularly blame any of them. They were right - she was a monster when she needed to be. The side that Zeke saw as beautiful was one that he only saw. She bit down on her lip, tempted to look away from him in a state of embarrassment, but she managed to withhold her first instinct, ”I think that you’re biased. You’ve always had a thing for the dangerous, haven’t you?”

[/b] She held steady eye contact, her mind suddenly a million places at once. When Zeke leaned in to kiss her, Bellatrix noticed for the first time how much taller he was than her. She had to stand on her tiptoes to get the angle that she wanted, her fingertips knotting into his hair, pulling him closer. She had missed him. More than anything in the world. She had missed the comfort that he always gave her; he was her rock when she felt unstable. It was odd how much she had come to depend on him in her life. Even when he wasn’t around, she found herself leaning on his imagined words, always asking herself what Zeke would say or what Zeke would do in that situation.

She could see the pained look on his face and for a moment, she felt insanely bad for what she had just said. She wished that she could have rewound the past few seconds and tried to explain it in a different manner instead of being so insensitive to the situation that was before her. He took a step back, away from the contact that they had been holding and Bellatrix felt her fingertips seeking him out again, tugging on his wrists, trying to get him to come back, ”Zeke, I thought you would understand,”[/b] She breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper, ”It has to be like this...”[/b] She thought that he would have understood after what she had just told him that this was the way that it had to be. It was about keeping up appearances and keeping her family in the state that it had once been in. It was about Rodolphus Lestrange and his future bride, Bellatrix Black.

”That’s not fair!”[/b] She said back to him, confused as to why he was all of a sudden yelling at her. She had expected him to get it...to show her the same understanding that he had a few moments ago, but it seemed as if that Zeke was all but gone. He had been replaced by a man who felt betrayed yet again, ”I’m not hiding behind anything, Maxwell.”[/b] Her voice was starting to regain some of the edge that it had before, ”I’m protecting my family from ruin. You can’t say that you wouldn’t do the same. Our surname...our blood. It’s all that we have. It’s what makes us who we are.”[/b] He turned away from her and she pulled on his arm, trying to get him to turn around and look at her.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 19, 2012 12:39:03 GMT -8

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Zeke smirked playfully as Bellatrix tried to retort back to his comment, he knew that she wasn’t good with accepting flattery; but that didn’t stop him from still flattering her. “Like a moth to a flame.” He whispered softly to her, making reference to their first actual date, hoping she would remember the better times they’d spent together. “It’s not that I’m biased, Bells, I’m just the only one that’s been brave enough to face the fire and see it’s true beauty.” Zeke’s voice was soft and sincere, he found himself spiraling out of control emotionally as the second ticked by. If he had even had chance at finding his emotional balance, it was completely lost the instant that she knotted her hands in his hair. It was something that only Bellatrix Black could do, Zeke would never let anyone else ever touch his hair, but with Bellatrix it was different. She was different. He willingly allowed her to pull him closer as he wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her closer. He could feel her go onto her tip toes, so to help her out Zeke dropped his other hand under her waist and scooped her up, lifting her off the ground like she was a small child, pulling her body so tight against his own that their bodies were almost melting into one. He felt every care, every pressure, every stresser flow away from him as he let himself get completely and utterly lost in this moment with Bellatrix.

Zeke could feel the glare creep across his face as she pleaded with him, trying to explain to him why it had to be this way. As usual, Bellatrix went to the defense of hiding behind her bloodline. Zeke had had enough at this point, “Blood? Is that all you care about Bellatrix?” he pulled his wand out of his pants and pressed it into his out stretched forearm, dragging it across his arm, slicing it open as he went. “Here, take it! Take all of it!” Zeke realized he had probably completely snapped as the blood begin to flow freely down his arm, dripping onto the tile floor below him. “My blood runs just as purely as Rodolphus’s! My blood has just as much, if not more magical ability in it! Why won’t you love me Bellatrix? What makes him so much better than me? What makes me so worthless?” Zeke could feel the tears rolling down his cheek, not from the physical pain; it was the emotional pain that was hurting tonight. The stinging in his arm helping take away the pain from his breaking heart.

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Wake-up Call [Zeke] Dec 19, 2012 21:59:07 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 19, 2012 21:59:07 GMT -8

Bellatrix could feel even more anger flaring up at Zeke the longer that she looked at him; she just couldn’t fathom that he didn’t understand what she was trying to tell him. He didn’t understand how important it was for her to keep up appearances and make sure that she saved the rest of them from ruin. She wasn’t about to have her own sisters take the fall for what her father had done. She was the eldest, and it was about time that she started acting like it and taking responsibility for her actions, ”Blood is what makes the world go around. It’s what separates those who are deserving and those who are not. It’s what makes us who we are as Slytherins, Zeke. As purebloods. You should understand that better than anyone,”

[/b] Zeke had always made it a point to flaunt his blood status; she couldn't figure out what had gotten into him now that was causing him to be so...opposed to the whole thing, ”I wish you would stop being so ridiculous-”[/b] Her fingertips were still around his wrist when she realized just what he was doing.

Zeke was slicing his arm; not enough to warrant an attempt to kill himself, but deep enough so that the warm metallic liquid was sliding down his forearm and touching her fingertips. Immediately, she pulled away, confused by his little show. What was he trying to tell her? What did he mean by making such a scene tonight? His next statement cleared the confusion that had settled in her mind, throwing her into a moment of angst when she realized just how hurt the man in front of her really was. For wanting to see him broken a few weeks ago, Bellatrix Black now found that she couldn’t stand the sight of her darling Zeke Maxwell in such...pain. Bells’ words seemed to be stuck somewhere in her mind, making it all but impossible to speak as she mulled over what he had said in her mind. He made valid points, points that would continue to haunt her until the very day that she died, ”Stop-”[/b] Her voice was barely above a whisper when she finally managed to make something come out of her lips. She didn’t want him to hurt himself anymore, and she most certainly didn’t want him to feel the way that he did.

Without thinking, Bellatrix reached to the floor and pulled up the sheets that she had been so adamant about ripping earlier. She tore off a long strip and then pulled Zeke closer to her, intent on fixing the damage that he had just done. She was no healer and knew that her remedy would be crude until he managed to get to the hospital wing, but it would save him from bleeding all over everything in his room. She stayed quiet for a few moments, her fingers pulling the sheet bandage around his arm in tight circles, ”You’re not worthless.”[/b] She mumbled as she began to knot the bandage. This was the first time that Bellatrix had ever opened up about her feelings; told someone how she really felt about them...it was perhaps more difficult than she could have ever imagined, ”Zeke-”[/b] Her breathing stopped for a moment as she contemplated the words that she was about to say, ”I have never loved anything in my entire life-”[/b] She looked up from the already bloody bandage to lock eyes with him, ”Except for you. I hate myself for it.”[/b] She couldn’t fully explain how she felt, but she hoped that he would understand how much it had taken for her to tell him the way that she felt...how much pain she was going through knowing that she could never have him the way that he wanted to have her.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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