Voldemort
Voldemort dreamed and his favourite dream was the night before the Mudblood died.
"Just lie still Myrtle," Tom growled at the thin girl beneath him.
"No one has ever touched my treasure box before," the girl cooed.
"What did you call it?" Tom asked, kneeling between her legs.
"My treasure box."
Tom gave a cold laugh before placing himself between her legs,
"Well it won't hold a "treasure" for long," he scowled, thrusting into her, making her cry out in pain.
It had been easy to get her in bed and later it would be easier to kill her.
Family History
"Paradouth Slytherin and Marybelle Parsal-Slytherin married in the year of King George," Tom whispered, his pale slim fingers drifting over the words in the dusty tome.
He had found it! A book that told the detailed history of his family line, his heritage and his blood.
"Lorenthal Slytherin died 1499, burned at the stake."
It had taken him the last three years of Hogwarts and one after graduation to find the book.
"Westeun Slytherin Merlin First Class, born 800 A.D."
Tom grinned in the dim light, smelling the brittle pages and the old ink.
"It shall be the perfect horcrux,"
Forgiven
Tom never forgave anybody.
He never forgave his mum for giving him a muggle name.
He never forgave himself for the evil that felt so good.
He never forgave his father for leaving them.
He never forgave Dumbledore for not trusting him.
He never forgave the house elves for providing treacle fudge instead of egg custard.
He never forgave the friends that called him Tom instead of Voldemort.
He never forgave Bellatrix for leaving him, for breaking his heart for choosing Lestrange over him.
He never forgave anyone.
It just wasn't in his nature to forgive.
Snakes don't forgive…ever.
Killer Bunny
"I am having the hardest time with this!" Tom yelled he waved his wand and again the men around him laughed.
"If I may ask, Lord, what are you trying to accomplish?" asked a Death Eaters.
"The perfect sign, one I can burn into your flesh and into the sky," Tom frowned waving his wand.
The image in the air was of a killer bunny with fangs, laughter exploded from several of his cronies.
"Maybe drunk off Fire Whiskey isn't the best time to plan this?" mentioned one of the faithful.
Tom gave a rare smile and sat back, agreeing.
A Love of Violence
"But Tom I've brought you a girl."
Tom glared at one of his subjects, "Call me Voldemort! A girl? What would I do with her?"
The boy in front of him blushed, "well…bugger her, snogg her, have her give you a good wank, I dunno, whatever."
Tom thought about that for a moment, "Well I could use a little release from a female."
"See I knew you'd like that I brought her," the boy wiggled like a happy puppy.
"Well bring her to me," Tom rolled his eyes.
As the boy skittered off Tom stopped him, "what's her name?"
"Violence."