All i own from this is the idea of the one shot story is my first and its probably not very good and the spelling and grammer is bound to be realy bad please excuse that and tell me what you think Reviews are good evan if its critacism (Though not as good as prais ).
Blood Stained
A raven haird woman sounterd to her bedroom window, she heard faint noises from outside. she saw a scene that would frighten most but not this sadistic woman, she was excited by what she witnesed now, a blood thirsty sloughter of muggles.
The woman felt the need to help, because at this point in time the only thoughts in her head were ones of Death, Chaos and most of all the spilling of blood.
Bellatrix was the name of the raven beauty. She opend the window and shuffled down the ivy caged wall. Landing safely on her feet she turned only to find the was facing a masked figure dressed in black.
She smiled quite seductivley "oh Rudolphus how kind of you to meet me here.
Removing his mask to reveal the face of a pouting fionce "Luv how did you know it was me?". Bella cackled "im in the middle of a sloughter fest if it wasent you id be dead by now!. As she finished her sentance wore masked figures clad in black, came hurtling towords them. "Roddy just kill her or do you want her for something she is a pretty little thing isnt she" one of the fugures stated as he began to slowly stroke her arm.
Rodulphus began to fume "get of my fionce!!" he said and then punched the man.
Bella began to giggle in the unsettaling way she did "oh luv your so protective over me".
A handsome looking man with dark curls stepped forwood "Lestrange she is your fionce what is her liniage?". Bella awnserd for her self "I am Bellatrix of the great and nobel house of Black and you are?" she questioned. "Me I am lord Voldemort, how are you with your want and spells?". Bella felt excited being in the cumpony of such a powerful man "I am fairly good with my wand, but then i have been told i am too modest" She smirked at her comment.
Then give me your arm and i shall brand you with my mark. She lowed herself to her knees and pesented him with her arm. He spoke a word she had never heard before "Morsemorde". The next thing she felt was a burning pain in her arm and smelt the aroma of siering flesh but thne it was over.
She was now his forever.
