A/N:ok so i hope you enjoy this...WARNING: murder, blood, and heated kissing. not much but i must warn you anyway...enjoy.
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Chapter Two: The Land of Cane
Many miles away from the content lives of Lily Evans and James Potter lies a land a land so full of darkness and evil the bright glow of the sun doesn't reach the dismal place. Their lies a castle, its towers rise high above the small city, their blackness darker that the midnight blue sky. No stars glitter the night sky, just a crescent moon hanging low over the dark castle.
The inhabitants of the small town are thief's and murders, and other common criminals, nobody dare disturb them when they live in the town of Cane. Through the many hallways, doors, corridors, and trap doors of the bleak castle is a room, it's immense and the ceiling is tall. The walls are a deep forest green, and the high windows that run along the opposite side of the room are draped in black. A massive fire-place was stationed at the left end of the room. A black wing-backed chair sat in front of it, the fire place was surprisingly not making the room feel any warmer; it only made the space feel colder.
A figure stood in front of the cold fire staring into its orange-red flames. Two people entered the room from the other end of the hall entering through a large intricate black door. The man was regal looking, his hair was light blonde and slicked back it fell to his shoulders. He was only about twenty five. The woman next to him was very pretty, but she had a look to her as if she couldn't care less where she was. Her long blonde hair reached her waist.
The figure in front of the fire turned around. He was tall and thin, his hips narrow and his shoulders broad. His dark hair was slightly wavy on his head. His dark eyes were fixed upon the man and the woman in front of him. He was very handsome his jaw was set and distinct his pale face spotless, his stature demanded power and respect and he got it. Or else.
"Lucius, Narcissa, how nice of you to come see me, you are betrothed, correct?" the handsome man said his voice deep and slow with a slight hiss to it.
"Yes my lord we are indeed betrothed." Lucius said bowing to the man
"What of your sisters Narcissa?" interest etched on the pale mans face.
"Bellatrix is betrothed to Sir Lestrange, and my other sister we refuse to talk about for she betrayed our family," Narcissa said a blush of shame across her pale face.
"Send your sister Bellatrix to me I need to speak with her." Said the man softly, he looked up his gaze locked with Lucius' "Thank you for your visit you may excuse your self's." he continued coldly, turning back toward the fire.
The couple turned and walked to the black door, their foot steps echoed in the stone room. They pulled open the large door and disappeared out of site.
A few minutes of silence and the door opened again. In walked Bellatrix Black. She was beautiful; her dark heavy lidded eyes looked straight ahead as she walked. Her ebony hair flowed down her back. Her dress was blood red, a corset top and the skirt fit around her defined hips and then flowed out to the floor.
She reached the place where her sister stood minutes before, "My lord," she said as a greeting he turned around staring at her appreciatively looking at her body with no shame.
"Come" he cocked a long finger toward himself.
She obediently glided forward; she stood a foot in front of him her eyes locked with his. They stared into each others faces taking in each pore.
The man couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed her hips and pulled her forward to him and crashed his lips upon hers. She reacted immediately; she wrapped her arms around his neck running her hands over his shoulders and up and down his muscular back. He began to run his long hands up and down her sides he snaked his arms around her small waist, as their kiss deepened so did his and her passion. He sensually made his way down her back creating fire on every place his fingertips touched. He ran his hands a little lower than appropriate and Bellatrix jumped back surprised, she stared up at him through her long eyelashes.
"Tom," she breathed pressing her hands up to his hard abs through his black shirt.
"I have a new name for you to call me, Bella" Tom said, placing heated kisses upon her collar bone, creating light marks as he went. He made his way up her neck lightly sucking on her pulse point making her gasp as her dark eyes disappeared under her lids.
He kissed his way up to her ear, sucking behind it she shivered in pleasure. He tugged the lobe with his teeth and licked the shell with the tip of his tongue, she gasped.
"Call me Voldemort," he whispered in her ear, she opened her eyes in surprise. The name stuck a cold cord in her stomach and she liked it. She looked up at him and grinned, a slightly maniacal look appeared on her usually beautiful face. He smiled back his dark eyes gleaming red slightly, their lips met again in frenzied passion, their hands roaming each other, memorizing each others every inch.
They pulled away in a disheveled state, both trying to calm them selves down while also trying to compose their looks. They took one last look of longing at each other as Bellatrix turned and walked to the black door, her olive skin glowing.
'She will be mine' Tom Riddle thought to himself as he watched the beautiful woman walk away.
"Call Sir Lestrange to me," Riddle demanded to the air
Ten minutes later a man walked in the large black door at the end of the hall his black boots echoing on the stone floor. "You called" the man said. He was tall with a thin face and a pointed chin, his mustache curling below his jaw. His eyes were deep set and black as the pupils.
"Yes I need you to do something for me Sir," Riddle said slowly and unconcerned although his eyes were gleaming a dangerous red.
"Anything my lord," Sir Lestrange replied bowing low over the stone floors.
"Come closer young man and let me tell you something," Riddle hissed, his face impassive his eyes glowing in a dangerous gleam.
The tall man inched closer to his king a nervous twitch in his stance. As soon as Lestrange was a foot away Riddle turned around to face him. "Your betrothed is very beautiful is she not?"
"Oh yes the fairest in all of Cane," Lestrange boasted proudly his chest puffing out like a proud peacock.
"I always get what I want Sir Lestrange," Riddle whispered as he advanced upon the tall dark man. Riddle pulled out a small sharp silver knife out of his pocket in his pants. Lestrange backed away in fear but Riddle merely made a small cut on the tip of the of his pointer finger. Drawing a drop of dark red blood on his finger, he also pulled out a white handkerchief out of his chest pocket. He also picked up a pair of black leather gloves off of the small table beside the black chair. He slipped on the glove on one hand, the small drop of blood was growing larger Riddle took his finger and wiped the drop or dark red blood on Lestrange's cheek then slipped on the other glove.
Sir Lestrange began to slowly walk away, but Riddle caught the front of his shirt in a surprisingly strong grip, Riddle took the small knife and cut across the other mans throat letting him fall to the floor, a few minutes later a pool of dark red blood was gathering around Lestrange's head matting his hair. His now cold dark eyes where staring at the ceiling blankly.
Tom Riddle stepped over the unmoving body walking to the black door as he walked out he called out, "Clean up the mess!" a few maids walked into the room and began clean up the blood gleaming on the floor. Their tears mixed with the blood on the floor and the whole castle was quiet. A wolf howled in the night and the whole town of Cane seemed to shiver.
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On the other side of the land of Hogwarts the sun was shining brightly into the window of a small cottage and illuminated the pages of a old dusty book laying in the hands of a beautiful young Lady.
There came a knock from her small wooden door, she got up from her worn chair and opened the door. Their stood a short balding man in a red ruffled outfit, he had a round kind face and what was left of his hair was gray. His hazel eyes sparkled, as he looked up at the woman.
"I have orders to come to the last cottage on the edge of town and invite the young lady there to the annual summer ball on the thirtieth of June as Prince James' escort, do you except," the man said bouncing a little on the balls of his feet.
"He doesn't even know my name, but sure I'll come just tell him to pick me up at seven, thank you," She closed the door as the little man bounded away.
Lily closed the door and turned around smiling to herself, she must go pick up a descent dress. She turned around and headed back into the bright sunlight and began to walk into town.
She made her way to Main Street, looking for a dress shop; she soon walked into Madam Malkins dresses. The owner Madam Malkin came walking over to her, "What do you need dear," she asked kindly a look of pity on her older face.
"I need a dress fit for a formal ball," Lily said smiling the gold coins she grabbed on her way out jingling in her peasant pocket in her old dress.
"Oh, I have just the thing for you dear," the aged lady said glancing at the beautiful girl. She went in the back and grabbed a couple of objects and went behind the counter and rang everything up. She said, "that will be eight gold coins hunny."
Lily pulled the coins out of her dress and took the packages and headed back into the golden sun she headed back to her house to examine her dress, jewelry, and shoes.
A/N: did you like it.