Author note: This is my first Fan Fiction. The story is very dark, it's rated M for a reason - suicide attempt, slash, blood, torture and more. So, please if you don't like those things - don't read it :) I apologize in advance if I offend anyone: I didn't mean it. I hope that the characters are not out of character :D

I don't own the characters - they belong to J.K. Rowling. And no money are made of this, this is for entertainment purposes only.
Enjoy!

P.S. My English is not very good :P

Chapter 1 - Bellatrix

She watched as her blood slowly formed little puddles on the dark marble floor. Through the moonlight, coming out from the large French window to her right she could see her blood shining like it was made of silver.

She smiled to herself as she ran her long skeleton like fingers over her wrist and a quiet gasp escaped her lips – more of surprise than pain. She didn't expect it to be so easy and yet so beautiful. She smiled again, feeling the last tear smoothly slide down her already wet cheek.

"This is the last tear I'll shed for you", she whispered, not noticing that there was someone else watching her in the darken room behind her.

She did not notice as his quiet footsteps slowly approached her slim figure, crouched on the cold marble floor.

"Bella", a cold emotionless voice spoke from somewhere behind her. She knew it was him and yet she didn't turn to meet his gaze. "What have you done to yourself?" The man continued, still facing her back.

"Nothing", was her simple answer, "I didn't do anything. You did." And with these words Bellatrix rose from the floor, deaf for the sound her silver knife made as it fell from her lap on the hard floor. She just left the room with unsteady steps, leaving him with her bloody shiny traces she left behind.

But for him, The Dark Lord, the sound of the knife was like a song – a beautiful and cruel song, telling all about unshared feelings, agony, madness and undying love. And when the knife finally fell on the floor, The Dark Lord felt like something happened to his heart, which wasn't supposed to exist at all.

He didn't understand what had just happened or how he got here at first place. But something really happened to his heart; he left it heavier in his chest. In fact, he felt it for the first time in many years.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, he knew that it was his fault for condemning her to darkness. He never knew, however, that from their first meeting until this present day, he was slowly, ruthlessly killing her day after day.

The Dark Lord followed the bloody traces on the floor, which were leading through another hall, then a long dark corridor and when he finally found his follower, she was standing stiffly on a large terrace, her thoughts lost in the winter night.

"Bella?" he called her name surprised by his soft tone. Bellatrix didn't turn around to face him but this time she spoke.

"Why have you come here tonight, My Lord?" Her voice was quiet, barely a whisper but he sensed the pain in her words, the sorrow in her voice.

"What have you done?" he demanded. As he waited for her response, The Dark Lord approached his most devoted follower and stood next to her with his hands on the massive marble rail.

"I'm so tired", she said, "All of this. It is madness, isn't it?" Bellatrix looked down at her sliced wrists as seeing the deep cuts for the first time.

"Let me heal you." He whispered, slowly reaching his hand to take hers.

"These wounds are nothing, compared with my heart. It's the biggest wound. The deepest…and it will never heal." She said and for the first time this evening Bellatrix looked him in the eye.

"Why are you telling me this?" He asked almost afraid of the answer. Why he had fallen so low? He didn't understand her feelings for him because he never felt like she does and yet something happened when he saw his most loyal follower on the floor with her bleeding hands, close to her heart. He didn't understand but he knew that it was because of him.

"Because you need to know. You need to know everything before you loose me forever. "Her face was pale and numb. When he met her gaze, her eyes were empty with no trace of emotion. It was like he was looking into the eyes of a dead man. "Before you kill me, My Lord," she slowly continued, "You need to hear what I have to say."

"Why do you think that I'll kill you, Bellatrix?" His voice showed no emotion but for the first time he was afraid for her. Afraid of losing her.

"I can only hope that you kill me. It will be faster and after my story, if you still don't feel anything, if it doesn't change anything, than you can let me live." She said with a sad smile. Lord Voldemort was confused. Bellatrix reached out her bleeding hand and traced his strong jaw with shaking long fingers, leaving a bloody line on his side.

"Always so cold…" was her whisper, before she fell backwards, almost in slow motion. The Dark Lord knelt beside her.

"Let me heal your wounds!" He shouted but she shook her head.

"No. If you heal me, I'll do it again. Until you see there's no point. I'm beyond saving, My Lord."

"You are a fool, Bella!" his cold voice stabbed her right in the heart. "Your weakness is killing you!" To his surprise Bellatrix smiled again, which made him even more angrier. What was with her behavior? Didn't she want him to care about her? And when he finally shows some emotions, she laughs at him!

"That's it! Enervate!" He shouted. Immediately the deep cuts on her wrists disappeared. She looked at her Lord, for the first time frustrated with him. "You are crossing the line, Bellatrix!" The Dark Lord sneered in her face.

He rose from the floor and at the same time pulled up his servant with him. She staggered a little from the speed he pulled her up with and he caught her by the shoulders so she doesn't fall again.

"Know your place!" He shook her roughly. "Go to your quarters and rest. When you're better call me, and I'll hear what you have to say. Then I shall decide your faith." And with these words The Dark Lord left her on the balcony, standing alone with the world spinning around her.

Bellatrix leaned on the cold rail to support herself and a lonely tear escaped her eye, in a hurry to find freedom. Freedom. As she thought about it she realized that she was never free. From the beginning of her life she had to live her life following the family rules, then marrying a man she despised and feared, then joining The Dark Lord and following his orders and after that was prison…14 long and terrible years and when she was rescued it was only to serve again.

She signed. Was this the way she lived her life? And everything, everything she gave for Him, everything she did for Him. Every kill, every torture, every minute spent in prison was for Him and Him only. Bella knew that he wasn't able to love her as she did, so there was no reason for her to continue the torture of life.

A/N: I hope you liked it. Please, leave a review to tell me what you think and if it's ok to continue writing :)