~ 4 months later~
"Good morning my flower." Voldemort whispered to Zerena as he kissed up between her breasts, up her neck and stopped on her lips. She lay still as he took possession of her mouth, fighting tears. His fingers tangled as he laid himself on top of her stroking his fingers down her side. He stood up clothing himself before looking down once more at her small bare body.
"I have business to attend to, food will be brought to you within the hour. I want a bath drawn for me by eight'o'clock tonight, and I will make love to you again before we depart tomorrow morning." He grinned maliciously down at her giving her a quick kiss on the lips before shutting and locking the door behind him.
As soon as she heard his footsteps no more, she jumped out of bed padding into the bathing room to scrub his scent off her, and to try to forget the feel of his hands on her body. Looking at a calendar he had on the wall she gasped not believing the date.
Four months had passed since he made her his prisoner, and her menstruation cycle was well missed. Shaking her head in disbelief she put both hands on her stomach knowing exactly why, Zerena burst into sobs beating her fists against the wall, she had to get out of there. She was hoping he'd get bored of her and throw her out or at least kill her, she couldn't be so lucky. The Dark Lord's play toy had been sneered at her by his jealous female followers and now she was pregnant with his child, he would never let her go.
Taking a deep breath she dressed in the dark blue silk nightgown he had given her, as well as her satchel and prayed to Merlin she wouldn't get caught. Peeking out the window she could see Death-Eaters patrolling the grounds back and forth. Zerena quietly opened the window, peeking around trying to decide the best moment to slip out.
When the person rounded the wall she reached out to an extended tree branch, and shimmed down the trunk. Hissing in pain she felt the cuts on her hands and arms from the sharp pieces of bark, as soon as her feet touched the ground the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, hearing the familiar growl of the Werewolf Death-Eater.
"What do you think you're doing slave?" Fenrir demanded stalking over to the small female.
"I wish to take a stroll, I haven't felt the sun in so long." She replied playing up an innocent fascade.
"YOU ARE NOT TO LEAVE!" He growled lunging for her, with a shriek Zerena jumped back running straight towards home. She knew she couldn't out run him for long, so she prayed she could get past the protective wards to apparate. With a loud pop, and the blink of an eye she found herself standing on her front steps. She threw open the door, and ran past the gasping maids to her father's study. When the door slammed against the wall her Father sprung out of his chair in shock seeing his missing daughter standing in front of him out of breath. She thought about how worried they were, and how disgusted they will be when they find out about her pregnancy.
"Where in the bloody hell have you been? Your Mum and I have been worried sick about you. No letter, nothing?" He shouted at her stalking over to grab her upper arm shaking her.
"We thought you were dead! We thought-" His lecture fading as he saw the bruises on her neck resembling a large hand print, his eyes trailed down her low cut gown seeing the bruised bite marks that littered her pale skin. When her mother ran in she ran up to them, seeing Zerena's marred skin she sobbed in horror clapping her hand over her mouth crying for her little girl. Zerena looked down ashamed, hating herself for causing her parents so much pain and worry.
Placing both hands gently on both sides of her face, her Father lifted her chin eyes furious and scared staring into Zerena's shame filled eyes.
"Who did this to you my child? WHO?" He shouted angry tears falling from his eyes, she looked away from his face to look down at her feet.
"I was just drawing a white owl, and heard the towns clock striking Midnight and tried to rush home so you and Mum wouldn't worry. I didn't listen Mum I took a shortcut through the woods and there was other Death Eaters there camping. The women danced naked by a fire, I was curious and stopped for too long to watch." She whispered wringing her hands together, her Father guided her to sit back down in the chair.
"What happened after that child?" The maid asked, her parents too in shock to speak.
"A man they called Greyback dragged me to the feet of The Dark Lord, Vold-" She began and stopped seeing the warning flash of her Father's eyes.
"I mean You Know Who. He asked me questions wanting to know why I was here, I just told him I was going home but then he wouldn't let me leave. Then he...he possessed me. For weeks, and made me service him. Bath him, even feed him from our food plates." Her mother's sobs were more steady and louder but Zerena continued,
"Now I think I'm, with child." She whispered hugging herself, Zerena's mother threw herself in her Father's arms and the maid pulled her up ushering her out of the room. Guiding her to the medical wing of the Mansion they passed her older brother, he caught sight of her his face hardening. He slapped her across the face, the blow snapping her neck to the side.
"Do you have any idea what you've put us through? You think because you are of age you can just disappear if you want! " He snarled going to raise his hand again to his sister when he was thrown backwards into the double doors behind him the wood splintering off the hinges. Zerena's father stalking over to his son yanking him up by the shoulder of his robes slamming him into the wall.
"If you ever, EVER, raise your hand to your sister or any woman for that matter again you will receive more than a few bruises from me. You are a MAN, start acting like one!" He shouted flames blazing in his eyes, Damion, her brother narrowed his eyes.
"How can you be furious with me? She was the one missing four months! Why does she get off so easy? After what you and Mum have been through!" He spat disgusted his rage palpable.
"Because your sister was kidnapped and raped Damion! Look at your sister!" Rowland roared dragging Zerena by the arm yanking her long hair away from the front her. Damion's eyes widened seeing the bruises covering her pale flesh looking from his Father to his sister and self hatred filled his heart seeing his red hand print on her face adding to her already painted body.
"Who did this Z? I will kill him" He stroked a tear away from her face with his thumb resorting back to her nickname.
"We will discuss it further son, let Jora take her for examination." He guided his son away back towards his office, Zerena continued following the maid to be looked over.
"What do you mean she just escaped? Can't you bloody idiots do anything right?" Voldemort roared to his Death-Eaters on watch duty. His dark eyes were furious as he scanned over his cowering followers.
"We will find her My Lord, we...we swear!" Bellatrix stammered fear changing the tone of her voice.
"You better! Or you will have bigger things to worry about!" He snarled watching as they all scrambled out of his presence. Voldemort roared punching his fist straight through the wall in front of him. The female set a fire in his blood, which made him furious for the feelings of Lust and possession he felt for her and furious she escaped. She would be back, he would rip the world apart to find her and kill that Potter boy, then he would punish her.
"My Lord, there is something you should know." Greyback approached him taking knee bowing before standing up.
"Watch what you say, my control is hanging by a thread. If you weren't my most loyal follower you would be dead for failing to capture her." He growled a warning, Greyback gulped before continuing.
"I am Were, I can smell things others cannot. The girl is with child my Lord." Voldemort's eyes flashed to him a look that held shock and fury, Greyback took that as Que to depart to help the search. Voldemort sat abruptly on his chair letting the new information soak in, his heart pounded with anger and excitement. He would have an Heir, hopefully she carried a Son, to help him rule his soon-to-be kingdom.
Zerena could hear her Father and brother discuss what they should do as her mother lay with her stroking hair that matched her own. The pregnancy too advanced to abort, she needed to be hid and protected they discussed possible options. She closed her eyes placing her hand on her stomach feeling the life inside of her flutter softly like butterfly wings. She couldn't stand to listen anymore and excused herself to sleep for the night. She dreamed of Him again, touching her like she was an object. Harsh actions with soft words that confused her, how can someone be rough to the touch and sentimental emotionally. He tells her he loves her like he has done many times, before bruising her or drawing blood. The dream morphs from a familiar intimate scene, to her convulsing body of the start of childbirth.
"I can be the only one you love." He says as he pulls out a poison tipped dagger plunging it into her stomach, Zerena began screaming as she was shaken violently waking out of her nightmare.
"Z! It's just me!" Her brother whispered she came to recognizing him, and began sobbing throwing her arms around his neck. He pulled her on his lap holding her close murmuring words of comfort, rage in his heart for the man who forced himself on her. Damion made a promise to her and himself silently he would kill the Dark Lord. That night after packing lightly, they traveled to their summer home in Ireland far far away from where Voldemort would look for her. After two months things began to go back to normal, she slowly stopped looking over her shoulder with paranoia and prepared slowly for her new child.
She walked into the Nursery her mother helped her put together, she gazed at the powdered blues and greens her Son would soon be sleeping in. He kicked violently making her stop and gasp, for someone so tiny he was powerful. She took deep shallow breaths holding herself up by leaning on the door frame. Damion came up behind her and helped her over to the cherry wood rocking chair to sit, trying to make her comfortable. They had been safely training her non-stop in case of an attack. Since she came home her brother hovered over her non-stop. Her being 18 and him 26, he deemed himself her protector.
"Weren't you told to take it easy Z?" He lectured sitting on the foot stool placing her legs across his lap massaging her feet, she lay her head back enjoying the sensation.
"I was simply coming up here, and he kicked really hard trying to re position himself into my ribs." She rolled her eyes annoyed with the over protectiveness. He grinned knowing he annoyed her but just didn't care continuing the foot massage. They just sat there in silence Zerena looked down at her large swollen belly her heart clenching with love. This child was hers and she would raise him to be a good man like her brother and father, most women would hate the child if they were in her situation but she couldn't. It was not the child's fault it was created and didn't deserve hatred.
After small talk Jora came in to let them know dinner was ready, and their parents expected them to join them at the table. Damion helped her to her feet and walked her down the stairs carefully. He always loved her and protected her, and vowed to do so until the day he died, he even slept in the same room as her worried someone would sneak in her room at night. She protested at first, but enjoyed the company at night and had fewer nightmares when he was there. He had brought in his own bed and pushed it next to hers to give her her own sleeping space but be close enough to protect her.