A/N: I have a few stories under construction now, but this is the first I'm actually posting. Its based on the song Slow Burn by Atreyu. Lyrics will be in italics, I highly recommend listening to it during the story!

'It begins with a dark glowing ember
something black burning its way out of me
searing the flesh
pain is the only thing i feel
scars all i see'

His power was unparalleled. In retrospect, she assumed she always knew this, always had. His hunger for the absolute, for the control was what commenced their relationship in the first place.

'oh no the fires burning my insides again
what can i do to silence my desire tonight
flames consuming reason
Leaving only ashes left
you will catch me regretting my decision'

From the first time he set his sights on her, he always knew. The desire to possess her drove him to the edge of reason. She was definite, from her cherry stained lips and large blue eyes, to her skeletal frame and wavy caramel hair. Tom's longing for her was unmistakable; his obsession to control her was terrifyingly true.

It had been the night of Tom's 22nd birthday, when she was first presented to him. Her name was Annalise Ramsey and she was only seventeen. They spoke briefly, only a few mere words; but something about her entranced Tom deeply. He found himself staring intently at her from across the sitting room. She wore a black bustier dress and delicate black heels. Her pouted lips were stained a deep red, and her great blue eyes shone with sharpness only Tom himself was capable of. Her tousled hair was pulled back into an elegant styling that revealed her emaciated figure. She drank her brandy from a crystal tumbler.

'I can't keep telling myself what i want to hear
I can't just close my eyes

i know that
its killing me
and its poisoning the best in me
what i see i don't want to believe
so let me tell you more
about the lies i lead'

Annalise thrived for intensity; it was something maintained in Tom. It was one of the reasons she found it so hard to stay away from him. His charm intoxicated her. The certain air of arrogance that accompanied his polished demeanor drew her in just like a magnet.

It hadn't taken long for her to fall for him. Only days after their first meeting at his birthday, she had gotten an owl asking for her return to the Riddle estate. She couldn't refuse.

'that is how i chose to douse the flames in gasoline
broken teeth replace the blackout memories in my head
wreckage from the past haunts me, shakes me to the bone
i know it's over but i can't go home tonight
but after this i feel as empty as the night before
feel the pain and yet i'm still begging for more
masochistic nihilistic urging backward thought
my life's a mess and i can't find a way to fix it'

Tom sat in his study awaiting the arrival of one very important guest. He sipped nonchalantly upon his brandy, and looked over some documents regarding his thoughts on the 'muggle population crisis.'

There was a knock on the door.

'Come in.'

A small unsightly house elf entered, accompanied by a striking young woman, with wavy, taupe hair and deep red lips.

Tom dismissed the elf in a callous manner, and smiled pleasantly at her.

'Hello Annalise.' He said in his deep, fluid tone.

'Afternoon Tom' replied Annalise coolly, the smallest of smiles playing her lips.

Tom took her hand and kissed it in a courtly manner.

'Please have a seat. Would you like anything to drink?'

Annalise sat down in the relaxed brown leather arm chair. She looked up at him with those big blue eyes, framed with a dark fan of luscious lashes.

'Do you have any cigarettes?' Her voice was soft. To Tom it sounded as if she was speaking satin. He could feel himself burning in lust. He needed her, she belonged to him.

He offered her a cigarette, which he lit with the tip of his wand. He leaned back against the wall as he watched her take a long drag then slowly exhale; the smoke floating in wisps around her. He watched her with hooded eyes as she drew upon the cigarette again and again, until finally stubbing it out on the top of her hand. Tom watched her as she didn't even flinch at the burn, he could feel himself itching with desire.

Annalise looked up casually after a moment of dragged on silence, her eyes fixed on Tom's. He could no longer bear it. He moved to her swiftly, and yanked her up by the hair. She let out a cry. Tom's face was so close to hers she could feel his heated breaths. The look in his eyes was pure savagery; his yearn for control taking away his sanity. He drove his lips roughly into hers. His grip tightened around handfuls of her soft hair, Annalise moaned softly and kissed him back.

Tom seized her robes in his hands, and ripped them away. She stood gauntly in her black lace under garments. He stepped back to admire her, the look of longing written upon her face. He smirked and pulled her into him, biting at her neck, and kissing her collarbone. He waved an arm across his desk, sweeping everything on it to the floor with a loud crash.

Annalise giggled enticingly as Tom threw her roughly to his desk, he ripped her remaining garments from her body. Nothing would separate him from capturing his prize.

A look of fear swiped her eyes momentarily. Tom was frightening her, the look of absolute craving and hunger in his face terrified her.

'Tom!' She started to wriggle away from his grasp as he tore off his own robes.

His eyes flashed with anger, as he pinned her hips down violently.

'Tom stop! I don't want to do this! It's too fast! Tom please-' But he cut her off by clamping his hand tightly over her mouth.

He forced her legs apart, and Annalise let out a muffled shriek, her face was streaked with tears. She didn't want this, not yet. He pounded into her brutally; his breathing was harsh and ragged. Her fingernails tore into his back, bringing up hot crimson blood. He was thrusting deeper and deeper; she could feel herself shatter with every plunge.

The look on Tom's face was wild ecstasy, he removed his hand from her mouth to replace it with his lips, he bit down hard on her bottom lip, and Annalise dug her nails deeper into his back. Tom groaned in pleasure as he exploded deep within her. He collapsed exhaustion next to her, and enjoyed the sting of 

the cuts she made on his back. He looked at her with a sense of conquering; she was breathing heavily, tears rolling silently down her cheeks.

'Look at me.' His voice had hardened into a sharp hiss.

Annalise refused, the tears still bit at her eyes.

'LOOK AT ME!' Tom grabbed her chin wrenched it to the side so she was looking at him.

Annalise narrowed her round eyes into a fierce glare.

'Tom, I told you to stop.'

'Haven't you heard? Nothing can stop me.' A coy smirk developed on his face and Annalise realized she just how deep she had fallen.

'I can't keep telling myself what i want to hear
I can't just close my eyes

its killing me
and its poisoning the best in me
what i see i don't want to believe
so let me tell you more
about the lie i lead

Calling calling out
the darkest reaches of my soul are riddled with self doubt
crawling crawling out
my will to fight will more than suffice
when others would lay down
it's only as dark as you make it

its killing me
and its poisoning the best in me
what i see i don't want to believe
so let me tell you more
about the lie i lead'

A/N: More chapters to come soon, please review! Thanks! )