Author Note : I couldn't help myself, I had to add a chapter, I felt something was missing.
During the following weeks, one could see that each and every afternoon, Bellatrix was retreating in her quarters in Malfoy Manor for a few hours, asking, no, demanding not to be disturbed, unless if was to see the fall of her Master's arch-enemy. No other reasons would be tolerated. As each day progressed to her « afternoon time» with Vincent, she would get more and more impatient, waving her wand at everybody and everything in the manor. Then after Vincent had left through her personal Floo, she would be more easygoing, not threatening to behead house-elves every two minutes. Nobody knew what was up with her. Well, her Lord might have had an idea.
Vincent Crabbe, did enjoy a lot being Mistress Bella's bad boy. His powers had increased for real (he only half believed the Rules), and doing what it takes to please her Mistress was giving him a new feeling, contentment. He was just being happy. And he was learning a few new things, something he had always hated to do during the summers.
A month after their first session together, Bellatrix was called into Voldemort's chambers. When she entered, he was already in his throne like seat, his eyes following her movements.
«Bellatrix, tell me, he hissed, looking deep into her eyes, how do you feel your student progresses ? And do not lie to me.»
Keeping her eyes straight into his, she took a deep breath and allowed him to penetrate his mind. Allowing her Lord to do that was expected, and was also a sign that she had nothing to hide to Him. Not allowing him inside would be asking for a Cruciatus curse, following by an Imperius so he would have access and it would feel more mind rape than anything else. And probably another Cruciatus curse would follow. So she always complied to his requests, setting the example for the other followers, and keeping her favourite position in the inner circle.
After what felt for her like an eternity, but was maybe a minute long, Voldemort had seen was he was looking for in her mind and left. She gasped. She really hated when it happened, she saw it as poor self-control. At the same time, she was wondering why the Dark Lord had chosen to «see» a few specific spots in her mind, other than her times with her bad boy. HER bad boy, the mere thought of him sent shivers down her spine that she could not hide.
« Bellatrix! »
She straightened up, then put on her usual respectful face that she had only ever shown Him.
«My Lord? »
«There have been some casualties in our latest raids, I has been brought to my attention that your ... partner, Rodolphus was killed» he hissed. « The perpetrator of this act has already been dealt with, be assured of that.»
«Looooord, may I inquire when it happened? » A small doubt was slowly forming in her mind.
« A while back, but you had strictly instructed to to be disturbed, and as I saw a few minutes ago, you could say you now are free of him. »
«You are right, my Lord, we had been drifting apart even before going on that island...»
«As always, I am right. Now leave, and go take care of your... student» Through the hissing some kind of laugh could be heard.
As she left to return to her quarters, her mind was racing: Crap Crap Crap, He knows, and I am sure he had him killed so he could force me on my Vincent. Wait MY Vincent? Since when have I been thinking of my bad boy like this? Have I grown... attached to him ? He's mine, that's all. I need to see him. Now! I will firecall him, he will come and my mind will become clearer, yes I will do that, then my bad boy will make me feel better.
When Vincent arrived through the fireplace, he only had the time to step in his Mistress's quarters before being assaulted by the same person he was visiting. Hands on his face, neck, back, kisses and bites everywhere, he let Bellatrix do what she need. After a few minutes of that, the young man took charge of his Mistress, leading the action, pleasing her and himself by the same occasion.
After a while their power game faded into what would have looked like a regular couple snuggling. Bellatrix's face lacked her angry bitch looks; she had an almost normal face, while Vincent had a protector look when he looked at her. He might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, he knew it, but he also knew he would follow Mistress Bella anywhere. He was the one who could give her some things no one else could, things that she did not even knew she craved, before having him the first time that Thursday afternoon not so long ago. Respect, admiration, desire. All this was bringing her back, back the to level of (in)sanity she was before being sent to that horrid island. No more screams in her head.
As long as her bad boy was there, he was good at making her feel good.
« As long as you are good to me, you will stay with me, my bad boy? »
The questioning tone was not expected, and he felt something warm in his chest as he whispered:
«Always, Mistress Bella, always yours, with you. »
