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She shook off the feeling and looked up at her clock. Eleven 'o clock. Why must time move so fast?------------------At five before twelve, Bellatrix left her room and took the last flight of stairs up to the third floor, making her way to Voldemort's quarters.
His door was marked with an ingraving of the Dark Mark, his symbol.
Hesitantly, she knocked on the door, and a cold, high pitched voice answered back, "Come in, Miss Black."
Bellatrix could hear the inside-lock click open, and she slipped into his office. After closing the door behind her, which she could have sworn she heard lock back, she bowed to Voldemort, staying at the front of the room, directly accross from where he sat at his desk.
In a gliding movement, he stood and crossed the room, standing only about three feet from her. As he had done the night before, he tipped her face up, the tip of his wand under her chin.
Looking into Voldemort's red eyes sent chills through her, not of fear, but of a shrill, twisted excitement.
She dared not to look away, as others who did so were thought of as weak, and she was all but that.
His eyes seemed to bore through her own, seeing into what she was thinking. After about a moment of this, he turned and walked back to his desk, taking his seat once more.
Bellatrix turned her eyes back to the ground when he addressed her once more, "Bellatrix, look at me."
Without hesitation, she did as he commanded, though didn't meet his eyes. "You are indeed my finest Death Eater, Bellatrix, but do you know what reason for which I didn't send you away with the others?" His voice seemed a little off to her.
"No, my Lord." She blinked. Why would he expect me to know?
"I wanted to ask you something, Bellatrix." He turned to look at the mantle over the fireplace, on which many pictures of the Malfoy residence stood.
Bellatrix was in two of them, one with Narcissa, where they were laughing and speaking to each other, and another where she stood alone, her face solemn.
She looked up to actually meet his eyes, "Yes, my Lord?" Her voice quivered a bit.
"I wanted to ask you why, excactly, after years of being a Death Eater, regarded as only a servant of the Dark Lord Voldemort, when Lestrange has proposed to you several times, you turn him down." He looked up to see her eyes cloud over for a moment.
Why would he care about a Death Eater's private life? I certainly can't tell him the truth, that I love him. Telling him that would probably end badly for me.
She tried her best not to let her voice falter. She could lie perfectly to anyone, except him. "I... I don't feel for Lestrange, and I don't think a husband would do me any good in my loyalties as a Death Eater."
The lie was very convincing, but the Dark Lord wasn't too easily told off. He stared straight into her eyes, his red eyes piercing her balck depths. "Bellatrix, I know there's some other reason." He stroked Nagini, who had just slithered up and around his shoulders.
Bellatrix envied that snake. To be close to Voldemort,to mean so much to him, to be a part of his life other than a suboordinate. "None that appear in my mind, my Lord."
His eyes sharpened, and he placed his right hand over his wand, which sat on the desk in front of him. "Don't test me, Miss Black."
"Miss Black". It was no longer "Bellatrix", but "Miss Black". She knew for sure that he could sense that she was hiding something.
She blinked once before replying, "I feel for someone else, my Lord." She wished she could look away from him, but dared not to.
Voldemort stood, letting the snake curl itself around the arm of the wooden chair.
She stared into his eyes as he approached, her mind telling her to back out of the conversation before he had the chance to ask what she feared he might, something she couldn't lie about and get away with easily. Most of the male Death Eaters were married, engaged, or not looking for a wife at all, which wouldn't be much of an excuse to flee from Lestrange.
Out of what seemed to be a habit, he placed his wand tip under her chin again, "Who catches your attention then, Miss Black?"
Bellatrix felt as if she could fall to bits on the inside, there was no way to lie when she answered this question, and both she and Voldemort knew that.
After a hesitant breath, she just barely whispered what might kill her, "You, my Lord."
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Ok, people, I got over my Writer's Block and finnaly wrote part three!!!!!!!
Here's the deal, I'm free untill the County Fair on August third, when I'll be cooking to enter a contest. (Wish me luck!)
Assuming that I keep my writing streak, I should have part for out within a week!!! (Pray to God that I don't contract WB again, it was a horribly long and boring week and a half!)
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