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Pairing: Bellatrix/Ted
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Prompt: Lace Stockings
Word Count: 97
Warnings: Blood play, character death
Disclaimer: Not mine
Author's Notes: Good lord.
Death wears lace stockings," thinks Ted in some distant, hazy corner of his mind. And cackles.
Said stockings come closer, circling like a shark; a shark that speaks to him a though he were a baby. A shark in lace stockings. He tries to laugh but all that escapes is a gurgle of bright red that stains his chin and filthy robes.
"Say goodnight," she whispers, seductive, her breath almost a caress in his ear, and then licks the blood from his chin, shocking him.
'That's Muggle blood,' he wants to say.
He never has time.
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