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Chapter 1

She loved him; she loved power. He was the biggest source of it she had ever seen. How could one being hold so much power inside? He had to be a god. To her, he was. A beautiful, powerful god. But she was blinded by her hunger for power; he was not as beautiful as she thought. He was a man who looked as though he was turning into a monster. His eyes had turned from cold blue to brilliant red. His lips had thinned so much that it looked like he had none. But she didn't want a man. Which itself was a good thing, for he had no desire to be a man.

Every person in this world craves for something. Every person has one thing they long for so much that they would do anything possible to get it. For her, it was power. For him, it was immortality. He didn't care what he had to do. As long as he became immortal in the end, everything else would be fine. He tortured and killed. He even split his own soul. And he was planning on doing so again.

"I've returned my lord. I bring before you the items you wanted." Bellatrix said as she quickly walked into her master's study and kneeled before him. He motioned for her to rise. She did so, and placed upon his desk the treasures he had requested. He took one, a golden goblet, and looked at it carefully.

Helga Hufflepuff's Cup

He placed it back on his desk and picked up the second thing that Bellatrix had placed on his desk. A locket. Salazar Slytherin's locket to be exact. The silver chain held a silver locket that had a green snake engraved on it. It was his family heirloom, but it had fallen into someone else's hands before his mother had a chance to get it. Finally grasping it in his hands gave him a sense of exhilaration.

He looked back to Bellatrix, who had been watching intently while he looked at his locket. He got up from his chair and walked around his desk to her. Bellatrix lowered her head, using her long black locks to shield her face.

"My Bella." He said, as he used his finger on her chin to raise her head. "You have done very well Bella, and you deserve to be rewarded. Wouldn't you agree?"

"If you think I am worthy, master." She said, lowering her eyes. She was unable to move her head due to the fact that he was still holding her head with his finger.

"You don't think you deserve to be rewarded? Well then I guess you shan't be." Lord Voldemort had started to walk away from her, when she practically jumped over to him.

"Please master." Bellatrix begged. "Please, I would be so very great full if you were to reward me." Her eyes were watering now.

He turned to look at her with his eyes slightly in a glare.

"Do you think you deserve a reward, Bellatrix?"

"Please master." She begged once more.

"Answer the question Bellatrix." Voldemort snapped. Her head lowered so far her chin must have hit her chest.

"I think, I did very well in my task, my lord." She dared to look up. He did not look satisfied with her answer. She lowered her head once more, before continuing. "Yes, I think I deserve a reward, master." She prepared herself for the curse she knew he would use.

"That is very presumptuous of you, my dear Bellatrix."

Yes, she knew it would come. As she waited for the bone crushing pain, her heart was beating wildly in her chest. The pain from the curse never came. What was taking him so long? He probably wanted to see her squirm before placing her under his cruciatus. As she chanced a peek at him, she was shocked by the contact of a pair of lips on hers. Her eyes grew wide as she realized whose lips they were.

Bellatrix closed her eyes in bliss, and dangerously put her arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. She was pleased beyond words when her master wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his body. His tongue rubbed against her lips, and she immediately opened them to allow him entrance to her mouth. Their tongues battled each other in a war of passion.

Bellatrix could not believe what was happening. Her master was practically snogging her. Not that she would ever complain; he was quite marvelous at it. He certainly was talented with his tongue. Bellatrix's mind strayed to other thoughts of what he could do with that tongue.

She was disappointed when he pulled away from her suddenly.

"Would you like to find out what I can do with my tongue?" Voldemort asked in a cheeky whisper. Bellatrix's eyes widened in disbelief. It was a dream. It most certainly was a dream.

"It is not a dream, Bellatrix." He whispered, as he crashed his lips back to hers. After a couple more minutes of their tongue fight, his mouth left hers.

"I think I have rewarded you enough. Enough for tonight, my Bella." He stroked her face as he used his pet name for her. She tried to lean into his touch, but it was gone before she even had a chance.

"Leave me now, Bella." Voldemort commanded. She bowed dutifully and left with a soft "goodnight master".

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