Post by 0bellatrixx0 on Sept 15, 2008 19:38:51 GMT -5
So yeah, this is my first fan fic post on this site. I've used other ones...but this is my first one here. Hope you like it. Its about the romance between Voldemort and Bellatrix.
Here it goes, its the first chapter to " Burning Passions"
It was as if he was really seeing her for the first time. She had long, untamed black hair that almost reached her hips. Her body was slender and perfect in everyway imaginable. She had amazing cheekbones and the most captivating black eyes. Why hadn’t he seen her this way before? He was, after all, Lord Voldemort. But then again, what was this feeling? Lord Voldemort has no need for feelings, only power he told himself. He could not love; he was not capable of it. He had never even thought about wanting to love. But something changed him that night, as all of his faithful Death Eaters where filing out after a meeting. Except for Bellatrix Lestrange. Why was she staying, what was she doing Lord Voldemort kept asking him self. Lord Voldemort turned him self around, no longer facing Bellatrix. Maybe she would leave; she was making him very nervous. As the last of the Death Eaters left the Riddle House, Lord Voldemort turned around. And there she was, still, staring down at her lap, her beautiful eyes directed towards the floor. He must say something, why wasn’t she leaving? Or did he want her to leave? What if he wanted her to stay here, forever?
“My Lord….” Bellatrix spoke ever so softly. Lord Voldemort thought he saw a tear slip down her cheek. Bellatrix was always tough, he knew that. She had been hardened by Azkaban. She was his most faithful servant, waiting for him all those years. But even the darkness of Azkaban had not taken away her beauty, in his opinion. But why, why on earth was she crying? They Death Eaters had just successfully taken out several Ministry officials, and his plan to one day rule a wizarding world populated only by purebloods, was finally within reach. So he asked his most faithful, most beautiful servanT.
“Bellatrix,” he spoke as softly as he could. “Did you wish to speak to me? Is there something troubling you?”
“My Lord, I, I think I have something to tell you.” She looked up with him, her eyes pleading for every moment of his attention. He wanted to kiss- no, he could not love. He could not feel. Or could he, after all these years?
“Yes Bella? You know you can share all with me.” And he knew that she also knew this. Bella was the only Death Eater who was never punished after a mistake. He never raised his voice at her. And up till this very moment, Lord Voldemort had never understood this. Never understood why he couldn’t stand to up set her. He always figured because she was his second it command. But now, he though it must be something different. Something real.
Bellatrix was shaking as she spoke. “ I, I really don’t know how to tell you this. I really don’t, my Lord. All those years in Azkaban, I was thinking about you. The whole time. Ever since all of us escaped, it’s been the same way. I’ve regretted getting married since the moment it happened. It was you I wanted with me at the alter. You…..you I’ve wanted all these years. I….” She began to sob.
Lord Voldemort, for the first time in his life, had no idea what to do. His heart had stopped as soon as he realized what she was saying. She noticed him the same way he noticed her. Albus Dumbledore was wrong. He was capable of love. And apparently, so was Bella. He walked towards her as she stood up rather quickly, still crying, and now looking frightened. It was oblivious she thought he was angry with her. But that was so far from the truth. As he reached her, he said nothing, and stood there for a moment, staring at her. They we less that a few inches apart. He could smell her. And then, Lord Voldemort did what he wanted to do to her since the very moment he set his eyes on her.
He wrapped his pale arms around her slim waist, and kissed her. She kissed him back, and the passion just erupted. He could love. And he loved her. He loved her more than words could describe. As he kissed her he ran his fingers through her silky black hair. And then, she pulled away, ever so slightly, so that they both could still feel each others breath. Though, Lord Voldemort still had his arms wrapped around her, he never wanted to let her go. And now, she was no longer crying, and a slight smile lit up her face.
She put her hand on his cheek. “I never thought that you would feel the same way. They all said you couldn’t love. And I knew it, I knew they were wrong. But I never thought it would be me. I love you, my Lord. And I would do anything for you.”
“Bella….” he pulled her tighter. “ I always have loved you. I always felt I needed to protect you. There was one point when I actually wished you to retire from your Death Eater days, because I was scared for you. The night you were taken away to Azkaban, I could, and did, murder every single person who took part in placing you there. I never knew why, until now.” And now he looked her straight in the eyes. “I guess maybe, maybe it was because I always thought you could never fall for such a monster.” He gestured to the room around him. “My house was never as extravagant as you pleased. But, I still couldn’t help falling in love with you. I love you Bella. I love you.”
She smiled at him, and kissed him again softly, as he picked her up, and carried her up to old, creaking stairs. He laid her down ever so gently on the brass bed that had once belonged to his father. She just laid there perfectly right in front of him. He laid down next to her, and she rolled over and laid her head on his should, and wrapped an arm around him.
She whispered to him quietly. “My Lord, I think we know what comes next….” She laughed as she reached the end of her sentence.
“Of course, my dear Bella, but first…..” He whispered right back to her.
“Yes?” Bellatrix asked, very curiously.
“I would like you to call me……Tom” He requested.
They stared at each other, and both Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle, and his love, Bellatrix, knew this was going to be the beginning to a night of passion.
Next chapter to come......
Here it goes, its the first chapter to " Burning Passions"
It was as if he was really seeing her for the first time. She had long, untamed black hair that almost reached her hips. Her body was slender and perfect in everyway imaginable. She had amazing cheekbones and the most captivating black eyes. Why hadn’t he seen her this way before? He was, after all, Lord Voldemort. But then again, what was this feeling? Lord Voldemort has no need for feelings, only power he told himself. He could not love; he was not capable of it. He had never even thought about wanting to love. But something changed him that night, as all of his faithful Death Eaters where filing out after a meeting. Except for Bellatrix Lestrange. Why was she staying, what was she doing Lord Voldemort kept asking him self. Lord Voldemort turned him self around, no longer facing Bellatrix. Maybe she would leave; she was making him very nervous. As the last of the Death Eaters left the Riddle House, Lord Voldemort turned around. And there she was, still, staring down at her lap, her beautiful eyes directed towards the floor. He must say something, why wasn’t she leaving? Or did he want her to leave? What if he wanted her to stay here, forever?
“My Lord….” Bellatrix spoke ever so softly. Lord Voldemort thought he saw a tear slip down her cheek. Bellatrix was always tough, he knew that. She had been hardened by Azkaban. She was his most faithful servant, waiting for him all those years. But even the darkness of Azkaban had not taken away her beauty, in his opinion. But why, why on earth was she crying? They Death Eaters had just successfully taken out several Ministry officials, and his plan to one day rule a wizarding world populated only by purebloods, was finally within reach. So he asked his most faithful, most beautiful servanT.
“Bellatrix,” he spoke as softly as he could. “Did you wish to speak to me? Is there something troubling you?”
“My Lord, I, I think I have something to tell you.” She looked up with him, her eyes pleading for every moment of his attention. He wanted to kiss- no, he could not love. He could not feel. Or could he, after all these years?
“Yes Bella? You know you can share all with me.” And he knew that she also knew this. Bella was the only Death Eater who was never punished after a mistake. He never raised his voice at her. And up till this very moment, Lord Voldemort had never understood this. Never understood why he couldn’t stand to up set her. He always figured because she was his second it command. But now, he though it must be something different. Something real.
Bellatrix was shaking as she spoke. “ I, I really don’t know how to tell you this. I really don’t, my Lord. All those years in Azkaban, I was thinking about you. The whole time. Ever since all of us escaped, it’s been the same way. I’ve regretted getting married since the moment it happened. It was you I wanted with me at the alter. You…..you I’ve wanted all these years. I….” She began to sob.
Lord Voldemort, for the first time in his life, had no idea what to do. His heart had stopped as soon as he realized what she was saying. She noticed him the same way he noticed her. Albus Dumbledore was wrong. He was capable of love. And apparently, so was Bella. He walked towards her as she stood up rather quickly, still crying, and now looking frightened. It was oblivious she thought he was angry with her. But that was so far from the truth. As he reached her, he said nothing, and stood there for a moment, staring at her. They we less that a few inches apart. He could smell her. And then, Lord Voldemort did what he wanted to do to her since the very moment he set his eyes on her.
He wrapped his pale arms around her slim waist, and kissed her. She kissed him back, and the passion just erupted. He could love. And he loved her. He loved her more than words could describe. As he kissed her he ran his fingers through her silky black hair. And then, she pulled away, ever so slightly, so that they both could still feel each others breath. Though, Lord Voldemort still had his arms wrapped around her, he never wanted to let her go. And now, she was no longer crying, and a slight smile lit up her face.
She put her hand on his cheek. “I never thought that you would feel the same way. They all said you couldn’t love. And I knew it, I knew they were wrong. But I never thought it would be me. I love you, my Lord. And I would do anything for you.”
“Bella….” he pulled her tighter. “ I always have loved you. I always felt I needed to protect you. There was one point when I actually wished you to retire from your Death Eater days, because I was scared for you. The night you were taken away to Azkaban, I could, and did, murder every single person who took part in placing you there. I never knew why, until now.” And now he looked her straight in the eyes. “I guess maybe, maybe it was because I always thought you could never fall for such a monster.” He gestured to the room around him. “My house was never as extravagant as you pleased. But, I still couldn’t help falling in love with you. I love you Bella. I love you.”
She smiled at him, and kissed him again softly, as he picked her up, and carried her up to old, creaking stairs. He laid her down ever so gently on the brass bed that had once belonged to his father. She just laid there perfectly right in front of him. He laid down next to her, and she rolled over and laid her head on his should, and wrapped an arm around him.
She whispered to him quietly. “My Lord, I think we know what comes next….” She laughed as she reached the end of her sentence.
“Of course, my dear Bella, but first…..” He whispered right back to her.
“Yes?” Bellatrix asked, very curiously.
“I would like you to call me……Tom” He requested.
They stared at each other, and both Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle, and his love, Bellatrix, knew this was going to be the beginning to a night of passion.
Next chapter to come......