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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 7, 2013 13:13:10 GMT -8

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Zeke finished taking his pads off and tossed them in his locker before Bellatrix had even finished talking to the team about their practice; of course he wasn’t listening, everything she was saying didn’t pertain to him anyway. He knew what she would be saying; she’d be telling the other two chasers to make sure they try to find their way into open passing lanes in order for Zeke to be able to distribute the quaffle better, and to make sure they look for the extra pass before they take the wild shots that they’ve been taking. She was telling Severus to make sure he was keeping his eyes open for the beaters and that he needed to fight to make sure he got double contact. After that she would turn to Barty and explain the importance of him following the quaffle even when they were in possession. He’d heard the speech before, she was rehashing the same thing that Archer Grayson had fed them all last year; It was a new team, but it was the same crap. Zeke grabbed his bag and flung it over his shoulder just as Bellatrix was breaking the team meeting, he’d timed it perfectly once again. He knew that the team would be hitting the showers which would give Zeke a clear exit without having to talk to Bellatrix, it was the strategy he’d been imploring for almost three weeks now and he was getting even better at it than the first time he’d used it.

Zeke hadn’t been able to bring himself to speak with Bellatrix Black since the night that she had broken into his room to yell at him for not attending practice, he’d promised that he would start attending, but speaking with Bellatrix was not included in that promise. Zeke had managed to avoid speaking with her and his goal was to continue that trend, even if it meant that he had to walk back to the castle sweaty. “Good Practice Gents.” Zeke said flatly as he walked out of the locker room, completely ignoring the fact that they were all still talking about the upcoming match with Hufflepuff.

He quickly paced down the cool hallway that ran under the pitch that led to all of the house’s locker rooms, he had been finding himself lately wondering what it was like in the other locker rooms, if the tension was the same for Gryffindor as it was for Slytherin, if the Ravenclaws bickered as much as the Slytherins, and if the Hufflepuffs felt the same weight of responsibility that he did. Surely, all of this pressure was only due to the fact that he was Zeke Maxwell… Star Chaser for the Slytherin House Team… Defending Quiditch cup Champions. Zeke could barely stand to be in the same room as Bellatrix, let alone here her blab on about how good the team was starting to look and how well they were progressing. Zeke knew how fake the words were, they were hollow, just like everything else she said. Zeke finally broke into the clearing and breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the cool air brush across his face. Zeke stopped for a moment and felt the breeze tickle across his skin this time, he was still hot from practice and the cool fall breeze was refreshing for him, so he decided to head down towards the lake as opposed to heading towards the castle, hoping that maybe the personal space would help unwind him. He could feel the stress and tension throughout his body, he felt as if he was a rubber band that had been twisted over and over again and was at its breaking point. Zeke knew his breaking point was only a day or two away, and he sometimes wondered if he’d already reached it; after all, he had agreed to pledge his allegiance to the Wizarding World’s darkest wizard in order to learn how to perform the killing curse, a curse that he wanted to use on his ex-girlfriend’s father, to prevent her from being forced into an arranged marriage to a man she couldn’t stand; the man that she had asked to go to the formal with instead of him.

Zeke exhaled loudly as he closed his eyes and shook his head wildly, trying to get the thoughts out of his head, not understanding his own reasoning for anything that he was doing right now. Zeke sat down at the water’s edge looking out across the black lake as his fingers trailed over the small scar from where he had cut himself, it was starting to fade but was still pretty apparent to anyone that knew it was there. It reminded him a lot of his feelings for Bellatrix, he was starting to be able to hide things, but to anyone that knew how he truly felt… his pain was plain as day.

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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 9, 2013 10:41:51 GMT -8

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”Snape, watch out for the other team’s beaters; always be on your guard...Crouch keep your eyes on the dammed quaffle, even when it’s not in our hands. You don’t know how many times I saw you drift off into fantasy-land, you twit. Rod and Basil, you need to find a way to get the quaffle moving a bit better against the gradient. If you keep passing the way that you are, the damn ball is never going to make it to the hoop and Maxwell-”

[/b] Bells stopped mid-speech staring around the room, looking for the third chaser. She had told everyone that they would be doing a rehashing after the practice was over, especially since it was so imperative to catch up the team considering that the next match was in a few weeks. Bells didn’t want to lose to Hufflepuff so she was doing her best to make sure that everyone was well-versed in what she was trying to pull off on the pitch, ”Where the hell is Maxwell?”[/b] Bellatrix demanded as she threw her broom to the floor. The younger fifth year, Basil, that was standing near her took an involuntary step backwards, ”Dammit!”[/b] She screamed as she turned away from the rest of the team. They would take that as the meeting being adjourned and all of them would go hit the showers. She - in the mean time - was going to find Zeke and make sure that he knew just how much of a pain in her arse he was being.

Her first thought was that he had hit the showers early, so she stomped into the locker room, throwing open the door and moving toward the stalls. One after the other she threw open the shower curtains, looking for the evasive chaser. How could he do this to her? After they had agreed that he would come to practice he tucked out early and made her look like a fool in front of the rest of the team? He was an idiot if he thought that she was going to let him get away with this this time. She stopped in front of the last stall, but he was no where to be found.

”Miss Black?”[/b] It was the fifth year that she had almost destroyed during her little tantrum. He was holding up her broom and had a strange look upon his face.

Immediately she snatched the broom from him, ”Now beat it, Basil.”[/b] She growled.

”Some of the team saw Maxwell heading toward the Black Lake.”[/b] The boy said, shrugging his shoulders and then making his way toward one of the shower stalls to wash away all the grime and dirty from the practice.

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She saw his outline long before she knew that it was actually him, but Bellatrix Black would know that slouch anywhere. Zeke was sitting by the lake, looking out over the water. Her first thought was how much she wanted to throttle him; embarrassing her like that? Who did he think that he was? Sometimes he had no respect for authority, that much was for certain. And for a moment, she thought that was exactly what she was going to do: March over to him and strangle him until his face turned purple...

The wind whipped by her for a moment, causing her hair to fall across her forehead and for a moment, she watched the water ripple across the lake. It was beautiful; something that she had rarely taken the opportunity to admire in her seven years at Hogwarts. So caught up with her own life and saving her family name, Bells felt like she rarely had time to admire anything any more. She was a lost soul sometimes, so focused on what she needed to do. Bellatrix Black hardly had time to be a teenager; she was consumed with responsibility these days.

”I hope the lake is more interesting than our after team meeting.”[/b] Bells growled as she sat down a few yards from Zeke, staring out over the waters that were before her. She was mad at him, that much was for certain, but an eerie calm seemed to have settled inside her brain.
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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 9, 2013 12:37:20 GMT -8

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Zeke heard the stomping coming from behind him and assumed that it was Bellatrix, she’d probably realized he’d cut out a little sooner than usual today and was coming to let him know about it. But suddenly he heard the footsteps halt and Zeke ruffled his eyebrows together, slightly confused, but still refusing to look back at her. He just kept staring out onto the lake, watching as the wind pushed the ripples across the black, also glass-like surface. This was one of Zeke’s favorite places to come and think; which was exactly what Zeke needed right now.

“Let me guess, you told the hubby and garlic to make sure they look for passing lanes and you were going to tell me to look to pass… right?” Zeke sneered at her comment, his voice filled with venom. “I’m not going to pass to Parsley until he can prove to me that he can shoot the quaffle on a competent level; and I’m not going to pass to your husband… ever.” He didn’t even look over at her while he spoke, just kept his eyes straight ahead on the water; he knew that if he looked at her he’d melt and lose all of his edge. The edge that Zeke was so desperately clinging to right now, it was what kept him strong and allowed him to continue his studies with Morgana. It was that edge that was going to allow him to learn how to use the killing curse.

Zeke took a deep breath as he felt the breeze on his face again, it was relaxing and cooling, he hadn’t realized he was still hot after practice; he thought about taking a swim in the lake, knowing that it would be cold and would help cool him off almost immediately. Still, without looking at Bellatrix, Zeke stood up and took his shirt off; tossing it aside as he began to walk to the water’s edge. He took both shoes and socks off, leaving a trail of clothes before he stopped right at the edge of the water, his toes dipping into the black icy water; sending ripples running away from his toes. Zeke dropped his workout pants and tossed them further up the shore, leaving himself in just his boxers before taking the last few strides into the icy depths of the black lake; the water was mind-numbingly cold and Zeke was unable to think clearly while he was in the water, which was a welcome change from the thoughts that had been passing through his head over the past couple of weeks.

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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 10, 2013 22:49:49 GMT -8

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Bellatrix didn’t bother to look over at him when he spoke; she was too entranced with the water that was rippling before her. She was so surprised that she had never taken the chance to come down and just...relax before. ‘Ain’t no rest for the wicked...’ The smug voice inside her head repeated to her. She was, of course, wicked beyond belief and perhaps that was indeed the reason that she found herself so scrapped for time these days.

His unbearably uninspired use of adjectives had Bellatrix practically yawning with boredom. Of course he would choose to call Rodolphus her husband already; Zeke never saw the here and now, he was too busy focusing on what would come. That was one thing that she would change about her darling Zeke Maxwell. She would force him to see that sometimes it was better to live in the here and now than to try and force oneself perpetually into the future. Garlic - too - felt tired and overused to Bellatrix. There were only so many other herbs that they could throw into the mix to tease the poor fifth year. Stretching her arms up into the air, Bells finally looked over at Zeke, only to find that his face was so contorted up with anger and resentment that she hardly recognized him. Immediately, her eyebrows shot into the air. Something was off; what it was, she was not sure, but she knew that he would have never been this bold in the past.

”First of all, I was going to tell you to fake left, pass right, ass hole.”

[/b] Bellatrix growled right back at him. Sometimes it was like a pissing match between the pair of Slytheirns. Such anger surged through their veins that people often thought that they would destroy one another, ”But you wouldn’t know that because you once again didn’t follow instructions during practice and stay for the bloody team meeting!”[/b] She practically yelled at him, angered by the fact that he had not looked over at her yet. She wanted him to know how much of a twit he was being. Because she swore to Merlin if they lost the Quidditch Cup this year because of something that he did or didn’t do, she would personally hex him to the furthest planet from the sun where he would never be seen again.

”And secondly, for the record, Rodolphus and I are neither married nor do we refer to one another as hubby or wifey so you should probably just disassociate those right now and wipe them from your memory.”[/b] She folded her arms across her chest in a huff and immediately turned toward the water yet again, hoping that she had gotten her point across. She hated when he did things like this - made a mountain out of a mole hill. Sure, she was due to get married, but that was a ways away and she had ever right to at least attempt to be happy until then, didn’t she? And yet, Zeke was constantly trying to sabotage the relationship that they could have had with his stupidity. It was as if he wouldn’t be happy unless they were well on their way to marriage themselves. In all honesty, the only reason that Bells was getting married as is was because she was betrothed. Had she been free, she was almost certain that she would have avoided marriage like the plague, ”And-”[/b] She turned right back to face him, throwing her finger up into the air, ”It’s Basil!”[/b]

”What-”[/b] She glared at him as he started stripping and walking toward the water, ”Don’t get in there, it’s freezing.”[/b] She rolled her eyes as he continued, ”I’m serious, nitwit. Don’t be so stupid and-”[/b] He was in the water before she could say anything else. If he thought that she was just going to go diving in after him, than he had another thing coming. She was perfectly content sitting up on the dry land pouting, as it were. And she would continue pouting until he apologized for missing the meeting and being such a smart ass.
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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 11, 2013 12:19:27 GMT -8

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Zeke wanted to roll his eyes at Bellatrix, but he just kept his head forward, towards the lake. “I’m not going to fake left, and I’m most certainly not going to pass right. Let alone do them in sequence.” Zeke snapped back at Bellatrix, he knew that if he faked to the left, his other chasers would go left and leave him stranded by himself, even if they knew it was just a fake out. “I’m not thyme or your husband; so don’t confuse me with them. I’m not going to listen to your every word and obey your commands like I’m some lost puppy. You messed that trust up. I came back to the team for you, and you should probably cut your losses and be glad you still have the only Chaser that’s worth a damn.” Zeke voice was clipped and harsh, he wasn’t sure he’d ever spoken to Bellatrix like this, ever. But, ever since his session with Morgana; he could feel the venom and pent up anger coming out of him, flowing freely into his veins as if it had almost mixed with his blood. Every little bit of anger he had ever held onto was now flowing freely, fueling Zeke Maxwell in his training and spilling out into his daily life.

“As you wish… Mrs. LeStrange.” Zeke snapped back his response to her, almost enjoying the venom that was flowing freely out of his mouth. Zeke hated how nonchalantly she treated her betrothal to Rodolphus; she acted as if the act that she was engaged to another man was no big deal, and the fact that Zeke loved her was insignificant to her… Zeke was insignificant to her. He could feel his blood starting to boil, his every nerve was standing on its head. He felt like he was about to explode, his head was spinning and pounding the whole world was starting to tune out to him. It was as if he had tunnel vision, and the only thing he could focus on was causing someone else pain and suffering like he was going through.

The icy chill of the lake was soothing, all of the anger that had been flowing through his veins moments ago had vanished as if it had learnt to apparate. Zeke took a long ragged breath, enjoying the feel of the icy black water across his skin. He heard Bellatrix’s protests and simply ignored them, that was starting to become easier and easier to do now days, where he had once jumped to her every beck and call; but now he was seemingly free from that for the time being. There was no doubt in Zeke’s mind that he loved Bellatrix, and he would still kill for her… but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to find her commands important anymore. Zeke was beginning to wonder if he hadn’t actually had a mental break; he turned and swam backwards slowly, as he let out a small howl of laughter as he looked up at Bellatrix who was obviously pouting on the dry land. “You shouldn’t pout, Mrs. Lestrange.” Zeke called up to her, “It’s not that great of a look for you.” Zeke chuckled again to himself knowing that she wouldn’t dare come after him in the icy water.

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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 14, 2013 21:13:20 GMT -8

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”You’re insufferable!”

[/b] Bellatrix practically yelled at the boy that was walking away from her toward the lake. She hated him in that moment, completely unable to understand why he couldn't just do what she was telling him. She was the team Captain and he needed to understand who was holding all the power in the relationship. The anger was beginning to well up inside her chest cavity yet again despite the fact that the once-calming wind was still circling around them almost like a tornado, ”You’re such an idiot, Maxwell! You think this whole thing is about trust? NO!”[/b] She growled, standing up and taking off her shoes so that she could throw him in his general direction. She stooped low, picked up her tennis shoe and threw it at him with that strong beater’s arm of hers. No matter that he was already in the water and swimming around like a bloody fish...she wanted to hit him, cause a concussion, and watch him drown right in front of her. That was what she really wanted. In sequence, she picked up her other shoe and performed the same action. She was mad...beyond mad. She hated when people stood up to her like this. She was the one that had the Captain’s badge on her jersey and it would serve him well to remember that, ”Basil’s out, Rab’s in. You’ll have two bloody chasers that’ll be able to pass coherently. So get your damn act together and do your fu.cking job!”[/b] She was screaming at him now, coming closer to the water’s edge the angrier she got.

The Mrs. Lestrange bit had her reeling. In fact, it had her very insides reacting violently to the whole thing. She wanted to bash his head in. When did Zeke Maxwell become such a twit? She kept asking herself over and over again. When did he suddenly grow a pair of balls and stop taking things like he normally did? She couldn’t pinpoint a date or an event that would have rendered the change, but she knew it had to have been there...She pulled off her socks next, determined that she would destroy Maxwell before he go to say anything else about her betrothal, or her quidditch team, or her father, or anything else in her life. She didn’t want to hear him speak. She wanted to silence him.

The pouting should have been the least of Zeke’s worries, because Bellatrix Black was now attempting to take off her sweatpants and shirt, leaving her only in her skivvies. If he had thought that for just one second she wouldn’t come in there to make him shut up, he had another thing coming. She would not listen to another word of his snarky comments, ”It’s Miss. Black.”[/b] She growled into the stale air between them. She could feel the wind whipping around her and supposed that she should have been freezing in the October air, but the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins was keeping her active. With that, she waded slightly into the water until it was up to her waist and then dove under.

She wasn’t sure where he was under the dark waters of the Black Lake, neither did she particularly care. For a moment she didn’t have to hear him and that was all that she had really wanted. Silence surrounded her, just the occasional ripple through the water leaving her with any sense of directionality. She wasn’t sure that she was ever going to come up...in fact, she wasn’t sure that she ever wanted to.

Silence yet again filled her ears.

”Shut your mouth, Bellatrix, now is not the time for your tears and sorrows. The decision has already been made....and paid for.” Cygnus Black’s voice seemed to ring through her ears, recalling the conversation that they had had all those years ago.

”Father, I don’t wish to marry into the Lestrange Family. Don’t you think that the Max-”

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“I said silence you insolent little-” A pause, “CRUCIO!” [/i][/blockquote]

Bellatrix could feel the pain seizing in her chest cavity and for a moment she felt as if she couldn’t breath. Immediately she kicked her feet upwards and she managed to free herself from the suffocation that had been holding her like a rope. She was coughing and sputtering, unable to catch a full breath.
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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 15, 2013 9:30:09 GMT -8

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Zeke just laughed at Bellatrix and rolled his eyes, "You have no idea what this is about Bellatrix, you haven't a clue." Zeke openly mocked her, still slightly surprised at how ruthless he was capable of being towards Bellatrix. "This entire thing is about trust Bellatrix, that's what it's always been about!" He was practically laughing as he talked to her, "I would have died for you without a second thought; I would have personally hexed cinnamon for trying to walk out on your meeting. I would have crucitas cursed him without a second thought, for you." Zeke gawked at Bellatrix shaking his head, "Now, I won't even give you the respect to listen to your meetings; I barely tolerate your practices. So what's changed, Bella?" Zeke waded slightly closer so he could stand on the lake bed, "Tell me, WHAT HAS CHANGED?!" Zeke was now yelling at Bellatrix, something he could never imagine doing before, "TRUST. That's what's change Bellatrix. I trusted you and you took that trust and drove a knife into my heart and watched me bleed." Zeke was seething, and he was glad that he had left his wand on the shore otherwise he might have pulled it on Bellatrix, and even with as angry as he was at the current moment, he doubted he'd ever forgive himself for hurting Bellatrix.

But Zeke wanted her to hurt, he wanted her to suffer the way that he was suffering. Deep down, part of Zeke hated Bellatrix, he hated what she had done to him. He had trusted her. Zeke had trusted Bellatrix to love him, to care about him because she had told him that she felt that way… she had told him that she wanted to be with him and yet when the time had come she had opted for Rodolphus instead of Zeke. She had taken what was easy and safe as opposed to who she claimed to love and care about. "If you loved me, you would have fought for me Bellatrix! Just like I fought for you every time you tried to leave me!" Zeke could tell her was out of control at this point, but it felt so… right. It was refreshing to Zeke to be able to finally tell her exactly how he felt, he no longer had to hold back and keep things in anymore, didn't have to act like everything was fine. Zeke could be honest with himself, and tell the world how he truly felt.

Zeke watched as Bellatrix start to strip as she got closer to the water, there had been a time when it would have excited him to watch her strip down to her underwear, but not anymore, at least not now. Zeke was too violently angry at this point, he'd gone off the deep end and he knew it; but he was loving every second of it. "It's only Ms. Black until Daddy sets the date for you to marry your beloved Rodolphus! Then I'm sure you will be proud to declare yourself Mrs. Bellatrix LeStrange." Zeke practically growled at her, his anger was pulsing through his body; he felt himself almost ready to pounce on Bellatrix, wanting to shake some sense into her. She slipped under the water and Zeke planted his feet firmly, fully expecting her to try something; she had probably never had a fellow student ever speak to her like this and she was probably wanting some sort of revenge on Zeke. But, Zeke was finished worrying about Bellatrix, he was sick of trying to save face and act like he was so understanding in regards to everything that she had put him through.

Bellatrix surfaced gasping for breath, struggling as if something underwater had her. All of Zeke's anger towards her disappeared in a flash as he dove towards her, paddling as fast as his arms could move. Zeke scooped both arms under Bellatrix's armpits and quickly kicked away towards the shore, surprised at how little resitance there had been. He realized that there probably hadn't been anything holding her and she had just had a hard time swimming for some reason; regardless of what it had been, Zeke knew that he felt responsible for her suffocating.

He pulled her onto shore, pulling her into his arms, "Bellatrix!" He shouted in panic, terrified of losing her. Zeke pressed his mouth against her, blowing his oxygen into her lungs; "Bells! Please." He pleaded with her, terrified that she might actually be hurt. He felt the pain crashing back over him again, thinking about everything nasty and vile he had said to her and regretting every single word. He craddled her close, feeling her cold wet skin rubbing against his own; their body heat warming them slightly. Zeke reached back, still craddling Bellatrix with his other arm, he pulled his wand out of his pants pocket and flicked his wrist, "Incendio!" Zeke snapped as a small fire sparked to life next to Bellatrix and Zeke, giving off it's warmth to the two of them as Zeke pulled Bellatrix tighter against his body. "Bellatrix! Please, Bells, say something to me." Zeke was fighting back sobs, terrified by her lack of response, a sob getting caught in his throat, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Bellatrix, please come back to me."

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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 16, 2013 20:59:57 GMT -8

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A breath, that was what Bellatrix managed to get in before her body seemed to be sucked back down into the black abyss that was the Black Lake. She knew that she was freaking herself out and doing it to herself - in fact, she was having a full-blown panic attack of sorts in the middle of the lake, but she couldn’t find the will-power to make it stop. The silence once again filled her ears, leaving her slightly calmed and slightly disoriented by the entire ordeal. There were so many questions floating around in her head at that moment; what was her mind doing to her? What was she doing with her life. She could almost feel the lack of oxygen going straight to her brain where it seemed to produce another hallucination.

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”Bellatrix, my name is Bellatrix. You’re drunk, father.”[/b] Bellatrix’s voice was small, none of the normal venom that seared her words was present. Instead she sounded as if she was a mere thirteen or fourteen years old...broken. It was directly after her father had preformed the curcio curse on her all those years ago. These were conversations from long ago; long forgotten.[/i][/ul]

There was a long pause in which no one spoke, eerie almost the way that the words sunk into the void that was around her.

[/color][/b] The words stung more than she remembered, ”Listen to me-”[/b] This would have been the point where her father grabbed her by the hair and pulled her closer so that he could spit in her face but there was none of that...just the constant audio replay, ”Listen to me carefully. There will be no more talk of Maxwells or marriage to that Zeke boy. If I hear you mention his name again, say anything about him to your mother or let even a sentence of this out, I will disown you from this family. Are we perfectly clear?”[/b][/i][/ul]

There was silence for yet another moment and Bells could feel herself lose her grip on reality. It was only then that she began vaguely aware of a piece of seaweed that was wrapped around her ankle, disallowing her to get out of the water, even if she had wanted to. She was drowning there and no one was going to save her.

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Clarity. One thing that she wished she had in this moment. Her father was constantly asking if they were clear when they spoke, but what she wanted now more than anything was to be able to identify what it was she truly wanted in her life...and she was coming up black. Her head was still spinning as she began coughing up the black water that had been crammed down her lungs.

Someone was desperately rocking her back and forth as if she was a child that needed to be cooed and she immediately tensed; every muscle in her body going rigid. It was only then that she realized that it was Zeke and he was muttering how sorry he was for all the things that he said. If only he knew how far down to the core that he cut her. How much she wanted to explain things to him, but knew that anything she said would mean nothing. He was right, she had broken that delicate line of trust that they had once tread and things would never be the same. Perhaps that was for the better. He wouldn’t have to worry about getting caught up in the whirlwind that was Bells’ life. She wouldn’t have to worry about hurting him. They could just...live their lives, ”Only-”[/b] Her voice was more of a croak that it was her normal bellow, ”Only apologize if-”[/b] Words seemed to sting the inside of her chest with every breath that she took; perhaps drowning was not the most appropriate way to get Zeke’s attention, ”If you’re going to start to come to team meetings.”[/b] It was her feeble attempt at some sort of humor during this dark time.

She knew that it would only be a matter of time before he dropped her because of her insensitive comment, so she managed to slip her hands around the back of his neck, trying to pull him closer. She was freezing...but everything felt like it was on fire.
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Zeke felt relief wash over him as he heard Bellatrix’s voice start to croak; he started to hush her but she kept persisting to talk so he tried to listen to her faint voice as she managed to talk. A joke. Bellatrix Black decided that now was a good time for a joke? Zeke could hardly believe it, and shook his head at her, “Oh Bells… I’m still not coming to your meetings.” He whispered to her, still rocking her softly as he pulled her body tight against his chest, feeling her cold skin pressed against his. Zeke reached over with his free hand and grabbed his shirt, quickly running his wand over it and then wrapping it around them as it transfigured into a heavy wool blanket that he secured around both of them, to try and prevent the onset of pneumonia. Zeke wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her so tight against his body he thought that the two of them could actually merge into one. “Bells, what were you thinking? I thought you could swim?” Zeke whispered softly, mostly to himself as he rocked his cherished Bellatrix, clinging to her desperately. “I was so scared Bellatrix. I can’t lose you, not like that.” He whispered, this time looking down into her eyes. He had her nestled into the blanket, wrapped up and swaddled like a small infant. Zeke knew that she would want to fight out of his grasp, she hated being treated like a child but this time he wasn’t willing to negotiate this arraignment. Zeke kept his arms tight around her, not letting her even begin to wiggle free.

He pressed his lips to her icy cool forehead, he could still smell the murky black water on her skin, but there was the undertone of her floral shampoo. It had always surprised Zeke, he’d never imagined that she would use such a girly scent, but it now made complete sense to him. Bellatrix hadn’t been allowed to be the girly girl that Andromeda had, she’d forced herself to be the tough one. Bellatrix had protected her little sisters, she’d stepped into the line of fire that was Cygnus Black. Under normal circumstances the thought of Cygnus Black would fuel the venom in Zeke’s veins, but this wasn’t normal circumstances. Zeke had almost lost the most important thing in the world to him; “You’re not allowed to leave me alone, Bellatrix. Even if you don’t love me; I love you and I can’t live in this world without you.” Zeke felt his eyes tearing up as he looked into her green eyes; he almost expected Bellatrix to laugh at him for being emotional, but this was a moment where Zeke couldn’t even begin to control his emotions; his emotions were controlling him now. Zeke once again planted a desperate kiss on Bellatrix’s forehead, just trying to control the sobs.

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WORDS 761 TAGGED ZEKE ANTHONY MAXWELL NOTES wah.

Bellatrix was taking deep gulps of air, drinking it in as if she were a fish that had been deprived of oxygen in the water for so long. Her pulse seemed to be calming down, lowering itself to a substantially more normal rate as she breathed in and out. Seeing that he wasn’t all too amused with her poor attempt at a joke, she tried to shrug her shoulders, but the cold seemed to be cracking her skin. Almost immediately, she winced, ”You know, I was being serious.”

[/b] She offered quietly, as she referred to her previous mention of the Quidditch meetings. Zeke had to come lest she look like a fool in front oft the rest of the team. It was important to her. She was slightly miffed almost immediately after she got over the shock of the cold; there was definitely something weird going on with Zeke Maxwell, something that she was beginning to see in a very different light. Every time he had spoken to her it had been fueled by such anger, such venom, that it was like staring at a carbon copy of herself. She could only imagine that was what she sounded like to everyone on a daily basis. Without fail, Zeke - the comforter that he was - transfigured a blanket and pulled it around both of them, desperately trying to warm her up. He started asking her questions and she nodded her head along with them, not particularly listening, ”I can swim, you - you - you -”[/b] The cold was searing her again and she pulled the blanket closer. She had been trying to call him an idiot, but the words wouldn’t come out right. She paused, knowing that she should be more grateful for the fact that he had probably just saved her life, ”There’s seaweed on the right of the lake. My foot got caught.”[/b] She didn’t want to talk about the things that she had had to relive down there; they were painful to even think about.

Silently, she tried to breath in, but the air burned the inside of her lungs. She felt as if someone was pouring acid down her esophagus. He wouldn’t understand the things that she heard; no one would. She had always been the protector for her sisters, even though they didn’t see it. It was what made her so bitter...so angry...so Bellatrix. She did everything so that they would be free to live their lives. And yet; it seemed as even more time passed, they were falling victim to the same awful fate that she had been subjected to all those years ago. She struggled against the blanket that was holding her arms in place and managed to growl in Zeke’s direction, letting him know that she was avidly against what he was trying to do to her in that moment, ”Let me go, Zeke.”[/b] She managed to say, knowing that it was probably a futile demand; he had the power here and he wasn’t going to let her forget it.

For what seemed like the longest time, Bellatrix sat there, wrapped up in that stupid blanket, still freezing her ass off. She was left with nothing to think about except the words that kept running through her head over and over again. The words of her father; what he had said to her...what he had done to her. ‘Crucio! Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!’ It seemed as if that one curse replayed itself over and over again, causing her to jump every time that it sounded off in her head. She realized that Zeke was speaking to her and she did her best to listen over the instant replay that was on full-blast in her mind. Such strange words seemed to come out of his mouth and for a moment, Bells wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. ”You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”[/b] Bellatrix had been through far too much to just give up on life now, she wasn’t going to let drowning get in her way. She was going to fight until the very end, because that was what was expected of her, ”You’re an idiot.”[/b] She finally managed to get the insult out and then closed her eyes, finding herself pleasantly exhausted by the entire ordeal. ’I do love you,’ Her mind answered.
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Zeke watched as Bellatrix gulped for air, he hated the sight of seeing her so vulnerable; not because he minded seeing her in a weakened state, but because he knew that she hated for other people to see her like this. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her in a vulnerable state, but he knew that didn’t matter to her. He could see it in her eyes, she’d rather him just let her drown than to see her in this state. “I was too. I’m not coming to the meetings, I can’t stand to be in the same room as you two anymore than I absolutely have to be.” Zeke confessed the true reason as to why he wasn’t staying for the meetings. He knew he didn’t need to say his name, she would know who Zeke was talking about. “I’m sorry, Bellatrix. I just can’t do it.” He rolled his eyes as she tried to put on her tough girl exterior once again, “There was no seaweed there, and you were barely out far enough for you not to be able to touch.” He chided her, he wasn’t going to let her try to shut him out. Not again. “Now, shut up and conserve your energy.” Zeke wasn’t asking that time, he was ordering Bellatrix. Zeke gave her a look to let her know that he was being serious, staring into her green eyes with his own pale blue eyes.

Bellatrix tried to struggle against him, but even in her normal state, he was stronger. So, in her current condition she didn’t stand a chance against Zeke. He held her tighter, keeping her swaddled into his chest like a baby, his baby. Even as she growled Zeke just rocked back and forth, trying to comfort her… or him; he wasn’t exactly sure at this point. “When are you going to realize Bellatrix, that it’s impossible for me to just let you go?” He whispered softly to her, clearly being metaphorical with her. It was impossible for Zeke to get over Bellatrix Black, because she was the one girl that looked past Zeke’s good looks and actually fell for him, and who he was; not just what he looked like or how incredible he was in the sack. Zeke wouldn’t let her go, and he was willing to go to any lengths necessary in order to have her. Even Murder.

Zeke smiled as she told him that he wouldn’t get rid of her that easy; “I’m not trying to get rid of you, silly duck.” He murmured to her, his lips still resting against her forehead. He chuckled slightly as she called him an idiot, “That’s my girl.” He whispered to her softly, “Although you’re insults seem to be a little lacking in the creativity department lately, Trix-Rabbit” Zeke knew she absolutely loathed that nickname. Zeke had seen it on a box of muggle-cereal when he had been in the states touring with the French National team. He’d actually gone as far as buying a box and sending it by Owl to Bellatrix. He’d never gotten a howler so angry before in his life.

He looked down at Bellatrix as she closed her eyes, he could almost feel her relax in his arms; “Just rest babe, please.” Zeke rested his forehead on hers so that their faces were pressed together, he could start to feel her warm up against his body, knowing that the icy cold clothes she was wearing would still prevent her from being able to truly get warm. “You know, basic survival strategy is to get all of your wet clothes off.” He gave her a devilish grin and kissed her cheek once again. “Not that I’m trying to get you naked or anything.” Zeke laughed slightly, as he looked down at Bellatrix.

His Bellatrix.

He felt the damn burst. Every emotion that he’d ever felt towards her came flooding out: anger, hate, rage, hurt, pain, sadness, bitterness…Love. Love was the overwhelming emotion, all he could think about were the countless nights they’d stayed up talking, the times they’d spent just the two of them, talking about their futures together. Zeke couldn’t hold it back any longer as he leaned down and softly pressed his lips to hers.

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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 20, 2013 18:50:43 GMT -8

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WORDS 987 TAGGED ZEKE ANTHONY MAXWELL NOTES so many feels.

Bells knew that by ‘you two,’ Zeke meant her and Rodolphus. It was a silly notion really; why couldn’t Zeke stand to be in the same room as them? Hell, Bellatrix herself could hardly stand to be in the same room as Rodolphus. She hung her head slightly, knowing that no matter how much she argued with him, how much she threatened to bash his brains out with her bat, how much she screamed at him, he would never come to the meetings unless Rod wasn’t there. That was the plain and simple truth. She also knew that it was more important to have Rod and Rab there so that she could bark orders at them...Zeke knew what he was doing. Although she wanted him there to preserve her authority, if he wasn’t going to show up, at least she could still count on him to do his job, ”Fine. Don’t come to the meetings. You’re a pain in my ass anyways. But fake left, pass right.”

[/b] She repeated her earlier demand with vehemence. She growled slightly as he denied the existence of seaweed on the floor of the lake; it was there, she had felt it...along with the intensity of her father’s voice that was still ringing through her ears. She opened her mouth in protest, but almost immediately he silenced her with an order. Bellatrix - not one to often obey orders from others - saw the level of seriousness that was in his eyes and for a moment, she could do nothing but stare into those eyes, trying to figure out what was going on in that head of his.

She knew that her resistance was futile, but she couldn’t help but struggle anyways. She pressed her hands against her blanket cocoon, searching for a weak spot in the trap that he had managed to get her into but found that she was coming up with no other choice than to just stay where she was....His words were confusing to her, and for a moment, she stopped trying to escape and just looked up at him. What did he mean? What was he trying to let go? She immediately furrowed her brow, making it more than obvious that she was not following his train of thought, ”If you think that you can hold me here forever then you have another thing coming.”[/b] She answered, ignoring the fact that he was quite possibly trying to tell her something important. Bells had a way of ignoring feelings when they popped up in conversation. She was much more willing to stab herself with a thousand tiny needles than to talk about the way that she felt with someone. Feelings were for those who didn’t have control over their own emotions...they were stupid. And senseless.

”Merlin forgive me that I can’t come up with a decent come-back right after I’ve nearly drowned.”[/b] She muttered, knowing that he would be perfectly capable of hearing what she said because of their close proximity. The nickname that he opted for was both angering and disgracing because Bellatrix knew that it hailed from a rabbit that appeared on a muggle cereal box. Zeke had even been stupid enough to send a box to the Black family manor while he was on summer holiday, ”Do you know how angry my father was about that?”[/b] She asked as her eyes snapped open and she stared at him, practically perched on the top of her forehead, ”You deserved that nasty howler and all the things that I said about you, Maxipad.”[/b] She was beginning to get back some of the gusto that she feared she had lost under the murky water of the lake.

”There ain’t no rest for the wicked, now is there?”[/b] She breathed, her mind wandering into somewhere unknown. The words and warnings of her father were still swimming around in her mind, threatening to unhinge her even further with their venom. Each time she heard them in her head, they were more vile and dangerous. Her father wanted her to marry Rodolphus and never speak of Zeke again...which was exactly what she was trying to do...and some how she always ended up in the same place. Resting in Zeke’s arms as her eternal salvation. As the man that seemed to tether her to reality. With eyes still wide open, she managed to roll them at his attempt to get her to strip, ”I’m already in my skivvies. Don’t think you’re going to get any luckier.”[/b] She practically growled and managed to tug some of the blanket up around her neck so that nothing could be seen.

Suddenly, his lips were on hers and Bells felt everything melt away. She felt the sizzle that had once been so constant between them reappear as a spark between their lips. So much agony and sadness ricocheted between them that Bells couldn’t quite find her footing for a moment; she was completely lost in the physical contact. She could feel every emotion that he felt about her pouring over her lips like water to a soul that had been lost in the desert. Bellatrix Black felt at once that this was where she was meant to be until-

”CRUCIO!”

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”No!”[/b] Bellatrix almost immediately pushed on Zeke’s chest with her trapped arms. She thought that she was going to cry in that moment; the pain in her chest was almost too great. She could practically feel the curse of her father’s wand ripping through her veins and tearing her apart limb from limb.
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Zeke could almost feel the defeat settle into Bellatrix’s body as she told him not to come to the meetings, without trying she was tugging on his heart; Zeke knew that she needed him, and for some reason he couldn’t allow himself to let her down… no matter how much it killed him. “Bloody Hell Bellatrix. I’m not faking left, and I’m sure as hell not passing right. But I’ll come to your bloody meetings, ok?” He relented with a touch of anger in his voice. The anger was not directed at Bellatrix, but merely at the situation as a whole, he knew it would take everything in him not to kill Rodolphus, which was something he couldn’t do… At least not in front of people. His inner-venom added, causing a twisted grin to rise on Zeke’s face. “But, remember that you owe me for this and I’ll expect you to pay up.” He added playfully before flicking both of his eyebrows at her in a playful and seductive manner.

He rolled his eyes at her as she tried to struggle her way out of his arms, “Just stop already Bells, we both know that I’m not letting you go until I feel you’re safe.” As she furrowed her brow Zeke realized she didn’t follow his thought process, not because she didn’t understand. It’s that she didn’t want to understand. Belaltrix always attempted to make herself oblivious to feelings and Zeke knew that, but this time while he had her trapped he wasn’t going to let her get away with it. “You know what I meant. I’m not letting go of you, because… because… because, I love you Bellatrix Prosperpina Black.” Zeke was staring directly into her eyes, his emotions running out of them directly into her green eyes. “I’m going to fight for us until my dying breath, Bellatrix.” There could be no question that Zeke meant every word he said, his voice was stone-serious, and his eyes were practically pleading with her to give him some sort of emotion in response. He knew that they were there, he just wanted to see or hear them again… just one last time.

“I forgive you.” He added sarcastically, knowing full well that she hadn’t actually been asking for forgiveness. Zeke’s face dropped as she mentioned her father’s anger, he’d never thought about her Father finding out about the muggle cereal box; Zeke had thought it would have just stayed between the two of them. He felt his heart shatter as he thought about the fact that he could have gotten Bellatrix punished because of a stupid muggle cereal box. “He didn’t… you know…” Zeke couldn’t find the words as a few tears began to creep back into his eyes at the thought of him being the reason his beloved Bellatrix was punished, “He didn’t punish you… because of it…. Did he” Zeke gave her a feeble smile as she once again called him by her pet-name for him: Maxi-pad.

Zeke pulled his head back and cocked it as he looked down at her, the saying perplexed him as she said it so mindlessly… “Bells… you’re not wicked.” He whispered softly to her, “You don’t have to pretend with me, I won’t tell anyone anything. Please… just rest, babe?” Zeke knew that Bellatrix thought of herself as a wicked and heartless bi.tch, but Zeke knew better. Zeke knew Bellatrix’s true heart, he knew how she truly was and that wasn’t the wicked witch that she pretended to be. He laughed slightly as she rolled her eyes at him and he delicately placed a fingertip on the bare skin of her stomach and slowly trailed a line up her stomach stopping at the bottom of her bra line before leaning down and whispering into her ear “Oh please Bells… we both know that if we were to strip down it wouldn’t be me that was the lucky one.” He trailed his fingertip along the bottom ridge of her bra until he reached the clasp and swiftly unhinged it with one hand, a playful smile stretched across his face.

He was falling deeper and deeper into the kiss, his fingers found Bellatrix’s hair and knotted themselves deeply into it as he pulled her tight against his body, he could remember all of their good times, every happy moment the two of them had ever shared. The venom seemed to dissipate as their lips rubbed against each other, until suddenly she was pushing him away. Zeke stared at her in confusion, “What? What’s wrong?” The look she was giving him wasn’t a look of protest it was a look… of pain? Zeke couldn’t understand it, he held her tighter ready to bolt for the hospital wing at a second notice with Bellatrix in his arms, “Bells, talk to me… please?” He saw the tears in her eyes and he knew that this couldn’t be a physical pain. No, Bellatrix Black didn’t cry over Physical pain. Yell? Absolutely, but not cry. NEVER cry. “Bells, talk to me?” His hand cupped her face as he pleaded with her, his eyes finally finding hers as his thumb grazed her cheek, “It’s ok… Nothing is going to happen to you. You’re safe… what’s going on?” Zeke pleaded with her desperately, trying to find a way to convince her to listen to him.

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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 21, 2013 17:37:05 GMT -8

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WORDS 659 TAGGED ZEKE ANTHONY MAXWELL NOTES so bad! sowwy.

For a kiss that had been so pleasant moments before, it now felt as if it had been the very thing to trigger this...intense onset in Bella’s mind. She was going crazy; that was the only explanation that she could come up with. Bellatrix’s insides were screaming, as if her heart was being ripped from her chest by some sort of violent animal. Almost immediately she pitched forward, her limbs going weak in pain. She could hear Zeke’s voice in her ear, but she could hardly see his face; it was as if her entire world was being clouded by some unseen force, ”No, no, no, no, no.”

[/b] She repeated, trying her hardest to breath in and out. Nothing was working, she was having a relapse again. The curse that she had felt hundreds of time was ricocheting across her chest one last time. And then all stood still.

Everything was silent around her, she could hear the lapse of the lake against the side of the shore. She was even certain that she could hear a bid singing. And she felt...nothing. The pain that had been there moments before was now gone into the oblivion. In that moment, Bells knew that she must have been going slightly insane; imagining the whole thing...feeling everything mentally. What had her father done to her over the years? ”Merlin-”[/b] She managed to choke out when the pain seemed to have stopped. There was a slight ringing still in her ears.

Over and over again the question from Zeke’s lips dripped into her ears and every time she heard it, she shook her head. She didn’t want to share the pain that had so long been her inspiration for what she did. Every time she thought about what Cygnus Black had done to her over the years - the pain, the agony, the verbal abuse - it fueled her hate-fire and made her all the more willing and able to push herself to her limits. He had been what made her strive for perfection and winning. But Cygnus Black had also been the man that made her give up every dream that she had ever had about pursuing a professional Quidditch career. He had torn away her hopes of marrying the man that now stood above her, Zeke Maxwell. He had put her in an arranged marriage that she could not possibly hope to escape. She was doomed to marry Rodolphus Lestrange and forever be unhappy with her choices in life.

A long silence filled the air between them, coupled only with the sound of Bellatrix’s staggered breathing, ”I hear it.”[/b] She breathed, knowing that he wouldn’t leave her be until she told him what was wrong, ”Every time I close my eyes, I can hear him.”[/b] She knew that he would assume that she meant Rodolphus so she shook her head, ”My Father, Zeke. Telling me the same things over and over again. How I must never speak of you again...Cursing me.”[/b] ‘Punishing me.’ The final part of her sentence didn’t exist verbally.

”Merlin, you know what?”[/b] She freed herself and managed to stand up, realizing all too late that her bra was still undone. Immediately she clasp it back together and then growled at Zeke, ”It doesn’t even matter. Nothing matters. Just stay the fuck out of my business!”[/b] She was beyond lost at this point, still visibly shaken from the cold, but that didn’t stop her from crossing to where the lake met the shore and putting her feet back in. There she stood, in the middle of the sandy area, her head held high....the high and mighty Bellatrix Black.
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Zeke protested for a second as Bellatrix ripped herself free and walked away from him, the venom in her voice set Zeke on fire and he jumped up to his feet, ready to scream at her. But as he watched her, the wind blew through her hair, blowing it freely in the wind like a muggle commercial and in that moment Zeke remembered exactly how beautiful she was. All of the venom he had been able to rekindle was gone in an instant as he just stared at her.

The wind felt like ice on his still exposed skin and he knew that Bellatrix would feel the same, so he leaned down and picked up the blanket that had previously been his shirt and wrapped it over his shoulders as he walked up behind Bellatrix and wrapped his arms around her, covering her with the blanket as well, “Don’t fight me.” he whispered softly to her, “I won’t get into your business, Bells, but don’t you dare push me away.” Zeke ran his hands over Bellatrix’s stomach and he could feel how cold her skin was, he knew that she was going to get sick if he let her stay out here. “You might hate me for this, and I’m sorry in advance.”

Zeke dropped one arm and quickly picked up Bellatrix in his arms bridal style. Zeke quickly began walking towards the castle, leaving both of their clothes lying next to the black lake. He reasoned that there wouldn’t be time for him to gather them before she would have fought out of his grasp, and the most important thing right now was getting Bellatrix into the warmth of the castle. He chose a side entrance that was close to the stairs that led down to the dungeons, Zeke was grateful that it was dinner time as the hallways were virtually empty except for a couple of lost first years that were more focused on getting to dinner than on what was going on. “The less you fight me, the less attention you’ll draw to us.” He whispered harshly at Bellatrix, hoping that a firmer tone would prevent her from fighting him.

The doors to the common room opened and Zeke dashed across the common room and quickly into his room, grateful that he had the first quidditch suite in the hallway. He opened his door with his elbow, pushing it open and then kicking it closed behind him. He lightly dropped Bellatrix on his bed, and quickly walked over to his dresser. “You’re allowed to be pissed at me now, if you want.” He called back to her as he begin riffling through his dresser. He pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, he turned back towards Bellatrix and tossed them on the bed next to her. “Take off your wet clothes, or I’ll do it myself.” Zeke gave a small playful smile before turning back to his dresser and pulling out a pair of black sweat pants that had a small emerald snake on the hip. He dropped his boxers, not ashamed to be naked in front of Bellatrix; even taking the time to look over at her to see if she was looking at him before he slipped his sweat pants on. “Don’t act like it’s the first time we’ve been naked together.” he teased her playfully.