Post by Bellatrix. on Oct 22, 2007 19:12:23 GMT -5
This story was put up originally on Fanfiction.net, under my penname "MandiMalice." I was kind of wary to put it up on here becuase of a recent tip-off from somebody that she found my story on a different site (fanfiction.mugglenet.com, but I can't find it. =\), but I trust you fellow Bella/Voldie guys. 
Chapter one, to Start.
-The Dream [The Birthday Massacre.]
“I…I knew you would come…” She murmured against his chest, too weak to walk on her own. Fifteen years she spent in that place, cold and hungry…alone. Happiness was just a burn of the Dark Mark away, yet it never came when she needed it the most, until now.
“You are my most faithful, Bella. The most loyal. You waited here for me, sacrificing everything for me. You deserve to be taken care of.” He told her, walking her out of her deteriorated cell and shielding her against the cold outside air with his cloak. “You deserve to be saved from this place.”
She nodded her head a little and sighed. “Thank you, My Lord.”
“Hold on, Bella.” He clenched her body close to his chest and she felt on odd jerking feeling in the pit of her stomach, and dizziness as they apparated back to his hideout place. It looked old and not well taken care of on the outside, but as he walked inside with her, she wearily opened her eyes once more to take in the view of the interior. “Welcome home, Bellatrix. This is Riddle Manor. My home.”
The hallway they were in was long and narrow, its walls covered in various portraits and paintings. They entered the dining hall where cloaked figures stood amongst the ebony dining table, awaiting word from their master. They watched as their Lord carried the weak Bella up the circular iron stairs that led to the second floor, all of them sitting down once the Lord and his lady were out of view.
He walked into the large master bedroom and laid Bellatrix down on the soft king-sized bed and sat beside her. He stroked her sunken in cheeks and took in her appearance. Her eyes fluttered back open at this sudden attention and she smiled softly. “I th-thank you again, my Lord…” She whispered.
“Azkaban has done much to you. Look at yourself. Did they even let you bathe? Eat?” She shook her head. “Come on then. You need to take a nice bath…I…found something that might just help you.” He laughed and pulled a small vial out of a hidden pocket inside her robes. Smirking, Voldemort swirled it around and the pearly liquid caught her attention. “What is that?” She murmured, trying to sit herself up. “You shall see soon.”
With that said, he picked her up once more and led her into the bathroom at the far back of the bedroom. The bathroom was just as large as the bedroom, its floor made of black marble and walls of a green silk with silver stitched serpents on it, magically inlaid to appear moving. In the middle of the bathroom was a large in-ground bathtub, filled to the brim with warm steaming water. With one hand, Voldemort uncorked the vial and tipped its contents into the water, turning the surface a silvery blue.
He waved his wand and stripped her of her dirty clothing, which were tossed lazily onto a plump chair in the corner of the bathroom. Laying her down into the pool of water, he noted her slight hesitation. “It’s unicorn blood, my Bella. I was told it will restore your appearance if bathed in. Try it.” She nodded and sunk down into the water, letting it flow over her head for the slightest second before reemerging to the surface. He sighed lightly in satisfaction and conjured a mirror to his side for her to admire herself. “Not yet…” She said and propped her silky pale legs on the other end of the tub. Bella tilted her head back and her raven hair spread out underneath her like a fan. “So this is what it is like.”
“What?” Voldemort questioned her, watching her face closely as the smiled. “To be your Queen. To be at your side at all times and to live like there is none better than me.” She said, opening her eyes lazily. The blood helped restore some of her strength and energy, he noted, as she conjured herself a glass of green smoky liqueur wandlessly. He sniffed at it lightly and recognized the burnt wormwood. “Absinthe, my darling?” She smiled and looked up at his face. “I’m enjoying this before I’m sent back out to the rest of them.” His eyes narrowed at that statement. “The rest of them? What makes you think that I will put you back in the ranks with them?” He scolded as she closed her eyes. “Bella, you were the only one who didn’t run out on me.”
Her lips opened to say something, but she abruptly closed them, shaking her head. He bent down his head to her ear and whispered. “Tell me what you were going to say…” She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, drawing the slightest amount of blood . “My Lord I…I love you.” She sighed, opening her eyes to watch what his expression was like. He stared at her for a moment before smiling weakly. “You love somebody like me? A per--monster who has killed so many that interrupted his quests and stood in his path?”
“Yes, my Lord.” She answered softly. He took is index finger and lightly traced her jaw line to the contour of her neck, summoning gooseflesh to her skin as he watched a bead of water drip down her chest and into the water. “Then so be it.” He whispered as he drained the water. He held out a long thick black towel for her as she stepped out of the tub. She held up her arms and he took in the look of her body, her soft curves and perfect figure, before wrapping the towel around her body and pulling her up against him. “As I said…my most loyal will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams. And you, my Bella, or more than worthy of being my bride, at my side always.” He nipped slightly at her neck before summoning his house elf, Iliad, to his side. “Help your new mistress put these on-” He snarled at the trembling house elf, and walked into the walk in closet, bringing back out an emerald and black silk corset and a full black lace skirt.
“Your wand, Bella.” Voldemort said as he handed her back her ebony wand. She smiled and flicked it towards her hair, curling it into cascading raven colored waves. “Not so tight!” She screeched, and the elf tied off the binding to the corset and held out the skirt for Bella to step in. She smoothed it out herself and turned towards the wall length mirror, admiring her look. He walked up behind her slowly and put his cold hands on her shoulders, making her shudder. “I have two gifts…” He said as he took her left hand and placed upon it a white gold diamond ring, its center surrounded my small emeralds, and placed an elaborate diamond, emerald, and black lace choker on her small neck. All Bellatrix could do is stare in awe and shock at her master as he placed these things upon her.
He turned her around silently and quickly and placed his hands on either side of her face before tilting her head up to place a rough kiss on her lips. “My bride.” He whispered as he trailed a finger down her chin. “My most loyal. Always by my side.”
“Always.”
So...Tell me what you think. n_n
Chapter one, to Start.
Her fabulous invention, what strange imagination shown
Her gloroius intentions, a sea of doubt beneath her own
It said "you're not the first to dream this, little girl
You know it's never happened once in this world
It never crossed my mind that one so young could hope to find a power greater then my own"
She never did what they told her to
And they'll never see her dream come true
The edge of revelation, believing all the stories told
A final moment taken before this story's end unfolds
It said "you're not the first to dream this, little girl
You know it's never happened once in this world
It never crossed my mind that one so young could hope to find a power greater then my own"
Her gloroius intentions, a sea of doubt beneath her own
It said "you're not the first to dream this, little girl
You know it's never happened once in this world
It never crossed my mind that one so young could hope to find a power greater then my own"
She never did what they told her to
And they'll never see her dream come true
The edge of revelation, believing all the stories told
A final moment taken before this story's end unfolds
It said "you're not the first to dream this, little girl
You know it's never happened once in this world
It never crossed my mind that one so young could hope to find a power greater then my own"
-The Dream [The Birthday Massacre.]
“I…I knew you would come…” She murmured against his chest, too weak to walk on her own. Fifteen years she spent in that place, cold and hungry…alone. Happiness was just a burn of the Dark Mark away, yet it never came when she needed it the most, until now.
“You are my most faithful, Bella. The most loyal. You waited here for me, sacrificing everything for me. You deserve to be taken care of.” He told her, walking her out of her deteriorated cell and shielding her against the cold outside air with his cloak. “You deserve to be saved from this place.”
She nodded her head a little and sighed. “Thank you, My Lord.”
“Hold on, Bella.” He clenched her body close to his chest and she felt on odd jerking feeling in the pit of her stomach, and dizziness as they apparated back to his hideout place. It looked old and not well taken care of on the outside, but as he walked inside with her, she wearily opened her eyes once more to take in the view of the interior. “Welcome home, Bellatrix. This is Riddle Manor. My home.”
The hallway they were in was long and narrow, its walls covered in various portraits and paintings. They entered the dining hall where cloaked figures stood amongst the ebony dining table, awaiting word from their master. They watched as their Lord carried the weak Bella up the circular iron stairs that led to the second floor, all of them sitting down once the Lord and his lady were out of view.
He walked into the large master bedroom and laid Bellatrix down on the soft king-sized bed and sat beside her. He stroked her sunken in cheeks and took in her appearance. Her eyes fluttered back open at this sudden attention and she smiled softly. “I th-thank you again, my Lord…” She whispered.
“Azkaban has done much to you. Look at yourself. Did they even let you bathe? Eat?” She shook her head. “Come on then. You need to take a nice bath…I…found something that might just help you.” He laughed and pulled a small vial out of a hidden pocket inside her robes. Smirking, Voldemort swirled it around and the pearly liquid caught her attention. “What is that?” She murmured, trying to sit herself up. “You shall see soon.”
With that said, he picked her up once more and led her into the bathroom at the far back of the bedroom. The bathroom was just as large as the bedroom, its floor made of black marble and walls of a green silk with silver stitched serpents on it, magically inlaid to appear moving. In the middle of the bathroom was a large in-ground bathtub, filled to the brim with warm steaming water. With one hand, Voldemort uncorked the vial and tipped its contents into the water, turning the surface a silvery blue.
He waved his wand and stripped her of her dirty clothing, which were tossed lazily onto a plump chair in the corner of the bathroom. Laying her down into the pool of water, he noted her slight hesitation. “It’s unicorn blood, my Bella. I was told it will restore your appearance if bathed in. Try it.” She nodded and sunk down into the water, letting it flow over her head for the slightest second before reemerging to the surface. He sighed lightly in satisfaction and conjured a mirror to his side for her to admire herself. “Not yet…” She said and propped her silky pale legs on the other end of the tub. Bella tilted her head back and her raven hair spread out underneath her like a fan. “So this is what it is like.”
“What?” Voldemort questioned her, watching her face closely as the smiled. “To be your Queen. To be at your side at all times and to live like there is none better than me.” She said, opening her eyes lazily. The blood helped restore some of her strength and energy, he noted, as she conjured herself a glass of green smoky liqueur wandlessly. He sniffed at it lightly and recognized the burnt wormwood. “Absinthe, my darling?” She smiled and looked up at his face. “I’m enjoying this before I’m sent back out to the rest of them.” His eyes narrowed at that statement. “The rest of them? What makes you think that I will put you back in the ranks with them?” He scolded as she closed her eyes. “Bella, you were the only one who didn’t run out on me.”
Her lips opened to say something, but she abruptly closed them, shaking her head. He bent down his head to her ear and whispered. “Tell me what you were going to say…” She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, drawing the slightest amount of blood . “My Lord I…I love you.” She sighed, opening her eyes to watch what his expression was like. He stared at her for a moment before smiling weakly. “You love somebody like me? A per--monster who has killed so many that interrupted his quests and stood in his path?”
“Yes, my Lord.” She answered softly. He took is index finger and lightly traced her jaw line to the contour of her neck, summoning gooseflesh to her skin as he watched a bead of water drip down her chest and into the water. “Then so be it.” He whispered as he drained the water. He held out a long thick black towel for her as she stepped out of the tub. She held up her arms and he took in the look of her body, her soft curves and perfect figure, before wrapping the towel around her body and pulling her up against him. “As I said…my most loyal will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams. And you, my Bella, or more than worthy of being my bride, at my side always.” He nipped slightly at her neck before summoning his house elf, Iliad, to his side. “Help your new mistress put these on-” He snarled at the trembling house elf, and walked into the walk in closet, bringing back out an emerald and black silk corset and a full black lace skirt.
“Your wand, Bella.” Voldemort said as he handed her back her ebony wand. She smiled and flicked it towards her hair, curling it into cascading raven colored waves. “Not so tight!” She screeched, and the elf tied off the binding to the corset and held out the skirt for Bella to step in. She smoothed it out herself and turned towards the wall length mirror, admiring her look. He walked up behind her slowly and put his cold hands on her shoulders, making her shudder. “I have two gifts…” He said as he took her left hand and placed upon it a white gold diamond ring, its center surrounded my small emeralds, and placed an elaborate diamond, emerald, and black lace choker on her small neck. All Bellatrix could do is stare in awe and shock at her master as he placed these things upon her.
He turned her around silently and quickly and placed his hands on either side of her face before tilting her head up to place a rough kiss on her lips. “My bride.” He whispered as he trailed a finger down her chin. “My most loyal. Always by my side.”
“Always.”
So...Tell me what you think. n_n
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