Dark Love
Chapter 1
Sylvia stole a glimpse at him with veiled affection and always from a distance. The Dark Lord forbade anyone to touch her without his acquiescence. If any man laid a hand on her, they suffered the Cruciatus Curse or death. Many became examples of what would happen before the point got across: She was a possession of the dark Lord and he was a very possessive man. Severus Snape was the man she desired. He was not very handsome but something about him that made him irresistible. Every time he passed by her, she caught his scent and wanted to ravage him.
"My pet." Lord Voldemort said. She looked at him cautiously. "Your eyes seem to linger over Severus."
"He is a friend." She said. "I am allowed to have friends am I not?"
"Yes." He said. "But if it broadens to something more than a mere friendship I will have to punish you and him."
"Yes master." She said. "I do not want to displease you."
"Clever girl. "He said. "It is time for bed, my dear." The endearment made her blush. Six months of being his and she still was not used to his pet names for her.
"Yes, my lord." She said. They sauntered up to his room. Sylvia was experiencing exhilaration and trepidation. She enjoyed the games he loved to play in bed but sometimes he took it farther than she was inclined to go. That night was a good night. His desires were very tame and she was able to play along without having to falsify her pleasure.
She lay next to him afterwards, looked upon his sleeping face, and felt no malice. He could be generous lover and always saw to her own orgasm before his own. Her heart beat for the lonesome man next to her. His existence had been a dark journey through suffering of every kind, just as their love, if you could call it that, was a dark love. She hated and loved him. She stroked his snake like face with compassion. She always felt conflicted when she looked upon his sleeping face. "How can my heart care for you when my mind wants you dead?" She kissed his cheek before drifting off into a restful sleep.
When she woke, she realized she was alone. "My lord?"She started when she heard a voice answer her.
"Our Lord had some pressing business to attend to and left you in my charge." Lucius Malfoy said. She glared at him. There was one person she hated with a passion and that was Lucius. He was an inadequate excuse of a pureblood and sullied the house of Slytherin and the Malfoy name. She used the blanket to cover her nakedness and searched for clothes. She found a suitable set of red robes and went to the bathroom.
"Come in here and my master will hear of it." She said. "He doesn't tolerate others looking upon what is his and his alone."
"If I decide you enter you will not tell your 'master'." Lucius said. "There are many was to procure your silence. Not all of them affable."
"I do not fear you Lucius." Sylvia said. "You are pathetic in contrast to my master. He could crush you and your family if he so pleased. Do not test him or you will suffer his wrath."
"You should be afraid.' He said. She flipped him off before walking into the bathroom and warding the door. She showered and dressed before exiting. Lucius glared at her.
"You are too impetuous for a whore." He sneered. "Even if you are our Lord's"
"Fuck off." She said. "I do not necessitate you watching me." She left the bedroom and headed to the dining room where she consumed a large breakfast. Mid-meal Lord Voldemort entered. Upon seeing him, Sylvia wiped her mouth with the linen napkin and rose to her feet. "Master, it is a pleasure to see you return." She kissed his lips before sitting back down where he joined her in her meal.
"I am also pleased to see you unscathed." He said.
"I don't like it when you leave your bitch to spy on over me." She said. She looked at him with apprehension. She typically was not so audacious with her master. The dark Lord chuckled, her insubordination would go unpunished.
"I trust Lucius roughly as much as I trust you." He said. "He will not harm you."
"I would not place it underneath him to harm what is not his." She said. "He is, after all a Deatheater."
"As are you." Lord Voldemort said. "Is there anything I should be anxious about from you?"
"Of course not, my master." She said. "You are my whole world." She was not lying and it was a fact that at times irritated her and at other times delighted her. She shot a look at Lucius. "You are everything to me and I would never betray you are hide my pride in being a deatheater or your mistress."
"Well spoken." Lord Voldemort said. "I expect nothing less then absolute loyalty from you, my dear." She blushed and looked at her plate.
"Thank you master." She said. She finished her meal. "May I go to the library? I have some research I would like to do."
"You may, take Nagini to keep you safe." He said. "The deatheaters will be called today."
"There is a meeting tonight?" She asked.
"Yes. Severus mentioned he had something to report." Voldemort said.
"I'll see you then." She said. "If you request my presence before then all you need to do is tell me." She stood and bowed. "My lord, Lucius." She walked out looking like a queen in her kingdom.
"My lord I do not understand why you keep such a impertinent women in your presence." Lucius said. "I'm sure there are more subdued women out there that could please you."
"It is not your business to understand." Voldemort said coldly. "She is mine and will remain so until I decide to end it."
"I apologize, my lord." Lucius said. "It was not my place."
"You will go unpunished this time." Voldemort said. "But next time I will punish your insubordination."
"Yes my lord." Lucius said. "If you'll excuse me, I must return home before the meeting." Voldemort dismissed him and Lucius left. "You can come out my sweet." Sylvia stepped out of a secret passage.
"My lord, please forgive me." She said. "I just want to know what that pompous ass says about me when I'm gone."
" And?" Voldemort asked.
"Not dissimilar than what he says to my face." She said. "I couldn't find Nagini."
"Summon her." He said.
*Nagini* Sylvia said. A few minutes said snake slithered into the room. Sylvia looked at him in shock. "I'm a Parselmouth?"
"Yes." Voldemort said. "Your blood dates as far back as Salazar Slytherin. Your ancestor was his brother."
"Amazing..." She said. "I never knew my family went back that far."
"It takes a lot of digging to date a family that far." Voldemort said.
"Thank you, my lord." She said. "You truly are a wonder." He smiled and beckoned her to him. She perched herself in his lap.
"Anything to make my lady happy." He said. She looked into his scarlet eyes and saw a glimmer of love. She nuzzled his neck and smiled back.
"Will you ever tire of me?" She asked. "I do not know if I could bear you sending me away."
"I will not tire of you." He said. "Your soupçon of insubordination makes things interesting."
"I aim to please." She said.
"Is that so?" He asked. "Then please me." She smiled before doing as he commanded.