Calling out your Name
Chapter 4: Pulled back unto the darkness
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went and came and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light;
Lord Byron, The Darkness
Elena woke up that morning bowed in an uncomfortable position, her head on her left shoulder and kneeling on one knee with the right leg bent slightly across the floor. Her torn white button-down shirt was showing her wan abdomen. Her long black skirt; was the length from her waist to her ankles and had gashes on the sides from the ankle to about four inches from her vacant womanliness. The slits were parted and her lithe legs were bent in a kneeling position.
She gathered herself up and moved out of the unpleasant pose. She undressed and stared in the bathroom mirror. Her reflection showed a rather pale woman, long and drawn out limbs, her chest was like that of a normal woman's, a concave stomach that gently flowed down to other womanly features, the features which betrayed her. Failed to give her a child so long ago, the features which were now barren.
Her eyes darted back up to the feature that she had been avoiding, her eyes. They say that eyes are the windows of the soul. Elena could find no dispute in this phrase because every time she peered in her eyes she saw two emotions. Pain and longing, those were the two emotions that seemed to dominate her life.
She got a shower and dried herself off, sauntered over to the closet and chose an outfit suitable for today that she hadn't packed. She chose a long billowing sheer black skirt, and an emerald green peasant top, which constricted her bosom while also showcased it. Elena strolled over to her vanity, which held precious little make-up, and applied a little foundation under her eyes so her sleepless nights would not be given away.
She opened one of her drawers in the vanity and took out a seamless silver box,
"Open." She whispered.
The box opened with a small pop and revealed an emerald necklace, the necklace was silver with a dragon holding an orb-like emerald, and it was her symbol of status in the death eaters. The Orb of the Heir, it was left in the Chamber of Secrets and Riddle had found it a little over fifty years ago. He had given it to her as an engagement present; it had special powers to protect the wearer from harm and shielded them from any type of magic. He had hoped that she would bear him a son, be his queen, the empress of darkness. However much that title impressed and made her lust after it the ends did not justify his means.
She put on the necklace and stared at her reflection, everything seemed in order for today. If they knew how she got out of Azkaban she would claim it was his son. If they asked why she didn't go to his rescue, she would claim nothing, that she was scared he would be angry with her for the loss of his son and that there was no excuse for her cowardry. Yes, yes, everything was in order; she looked down at her finger where Severus's ring lay. Elena frowned and her hand moved to her mouth as she kissed her ring.
"I'm sorry Severus but it has to be this way, this is my destiny whether I like it or not, and I will not take you down with me, I promise that…" she paused, "I will not bring you to such an end as mine." She said and kissed the ring one last time before she took it off. She placed the ring gently in the box that held the orb, and closed the box, the seam once more disappearing.
She got up and clutched the box as she made her way to her trunk and put an anti- breach charm on it hoping the Dark lord would only think it a guard against theft of her necklace, before she placed the box in her trunk.
She paid off the rent and she emptied her account at the bank. The next step was to take her first real step back into the wizarding world, access her account in Gringotts and exchange her money. Elena donned her cloak carefully pulling it down to just before her mouth and put her wand up her sleeve.
She apparated to the outside of Gringotts and took a look about. There was a sensation that caught her skin, the pure magic that she knew so long ago was back!
She shivered with anticipation, and goosebumps ran up her arm. She was home. She strode up to the doors feeling her confidence renew itself once more. The doors still had the immortal words inscribed on them.
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, You have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
These words sunk into her skull, like she was memorizing them, it wasn't that it was the first time she had seen them. But it had been so long…
She walked through the large doors and looked around. There was a pompous looking redheaded twenty-something prat leaning against a beam and scanning the room. He spotted her and came striding over, but Elena was too fast. She walked over to a back desk and into the office of Muggle currency exchange, and quickly shut the door. The goblin at the desk looked up at her lifting an eyebrow.
"I'd like to exchange this, and then close an account." She said smoothly.
"Do you have the key?" the goblin glared slightly at her.
"Yes. Right here." Pulled out a key from her cloak, and held it out.
"Very well then. What account?" He asked.
"Account Number 4713."
"4713? That account was closed already." The goblin said suspiciously.
'What!? Those dastard, no-good, low-down prats (A.N.: }. No cussing in this story!)' Elena thought disgustedly. Though she tried not to let it through on her face. Slytherins didn't let things like that bother them, at least not in public. Oh no, emotions were a way of controlling others and they would not control her!
"Very well, then I will just exchange this." She put the key back in her pocket, and drew out her muggle currency. "$100,000 in American currency." She handed him the bills.
"We don't often get American currency. Would you like this in Galleons or pound-notes?" He asked curiously.
"Galleons." He moved to a drawer and pulled out a jingling bag. He opened the bag and started counting the flashing, golden coins. After he pulled out a heap of galleons he put the bag back into the drawer and pulled out two smaller bags. He opened one of them and pulled out and counted, seventeen silvery coins, Sickles. He closed that bag and put that back into the drawer, he opened the other bag next. He pulled out and counted 493 little, dull, bronze coins called, Knuts.
This took at least Fifteen minutes, and Elena was growing impatient, she could not afford to be later than 12pm for her "appointment". The Dark lord would not be happy (to say the least) if she didn't show up soon. The Goblin finished and pushed the pile toward her. Elena reached into a pocket of her cloak and pulled out a small leather drawstring bag, with a green embroidered Slytherin banner on the black leather. She put the money in the enchanted pouch. And put the pouch back into the inside breast pocket of her cloak.
"Thank You. Have a nice day, Sir." She nodded her head slightly in recognition of the goblin, and smiled politely.
"Your welcome, Madam." He snorts slightly and continues, "You know you're the first person whose come in and actually thanked me? Thank you, Madam, thank you." He smiles in return.
"Good day, Sir. And you're very welcome." She curtsied, opened the door, walked out, and then closed the door again.
The red-haired pompous looking man was standing searching the crowds again. He was about ten feet from Elena and looked to be searching for her again. She started to walk rapidly to the exit, feeling him spot her.
The red-haired man was drawing out his wand, presumably to cast a spell, but there were too many people in between them, so he started to run after her. Elena anticipated this and started to sort of walk-sprint with large, fast strides. She just managed to step outside and get across the busy street before he followed her out. She got to the other side of the street and dis-apparated back to her flat, feeling her heart beat in her throat.
She caught her breath and sat down on her couch. It was eleven-thirty a.m.; she should be going about now… Feeling a twist of apprehension, and hesitation, she shook her head. She had to go, for the world, for Severus.
She grabbed her trunk-handle and squeezed for strength. She sighed and after a moment of resignation, apparated to Malfoy Manor.
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Elena found herself in the large greeting Hall of Lucius Malfoy. It was tastefully furnished with emerald drapes and beautiful, highly polished medieval trinkets. Lucius was striding down the hall towards her.
"Hello, and welcome to your Home away from Home." He smirked, giving her a low, and gentlemanly bow. "Leave your things here, they will be attended to and put in your room. Follow me." He said graciously.
Elena followed. From the Lucius she remembered he had matured a great deal since the last time she had seen him. The Lucius, from the older days would have been far more reckless with his greeting to her, instead of bowing he would have grabbed her and...well things she wished to forget. Perhaps many things were different now.
She followed him past the suits of amour, and into a study. There were many shelves of books, and in a chair by the fire there was a hunched figure, he was reading.
"Severus, guess who's back?" Lucius beckoned to the hunched figure.
The figure looked up and the light hit his face. His face had matured a lot, his hair was longer and his eyes… they looked so haunted. She missed him so much. She yearned to touch him and make sure he was real. The beautiful, wonderful, man she loved more than life itself.
He paled, but not enough to be noticed by anyone but her. Elena's heart had speed to a continuous drumming, though she tried not to react out of character. She regained her senses and smirked at him.
"Severus!" She exclaimed in a delighted voice, "How long it truly has been. How are you?" she looked politely interested.
"Hallo, El. I'm fine. How are you?" His face still managing to look blank of emotion. He turned his head back down to the book he was hunched over, his hair falling down to cover his dark, striking black eyes. Elena felt a dull throb in her chest at this gesture, he must hate her now. Feeling a boulder in her throat, she swallowed shallowly.
"Oh… fine. Well I suppose we could converse later, I am expected right now… Until later then." She replied in an equally cold manner. She felt like she was sinking.
"Right this way El," Lucius said raising his eyebrow at the exchange. He led her to a conjoining room. And then closed the door.
There was a large-backed chair facing the fire with a skeletally thin arm and oddly long, slender fingers.
Elena sensing something wrong, took off her cloak, and left it by the door. She walked up to the arm of the chair and knelt at the left leg, staring into the fire.
They stayed silent for a few minutes, for Elena it was a kind of awkward silence that tried her every nerve yet she could not break it, like a spell had swept over her. The fire crackled and burned, yet it seemed to not give off heat. Every so often the fire would change from the white-hot flames to a sort of sapphire blue. She would not be the one to break the silence, she couldn't. Only he could, Only Voldemort. It felt like an eternity before he did, break the silence.
"I heard from Lucius that you got out of Azkaban. And that you had been out of Azkaban for at least 13 years... Is this true?" Voldemort said in a low dark tone.
"Yes." She simply replied in the same volume.
"And you make no plea for your life now? Just a simple answer?" He laughed mockingly, "Now I remember why I always respected you more than the rest of these imbecilic, puttering, moaning, pathetic morons I have surrounded myself with." Ending that with a hard, bitter voice.
"And what would I say, my Lord," she asked quietly "Oh, please don't kill me I'm just a poor pathetic whore who was so scared, please forgive me?!" She said in a high voice dripping with sarcasm. With this the Dark Lord sniggered.
"I make no plea for forgiveness, and I make no plea for my life, I have an explanation but it is not an excuse, for there is no excuse." Elena said impassively
"Very well, El. You need not give an explanation, and your life is too precious to be taken so thoughtlessly on my part, you are too invaluable to us." He moved his hand to on top of her head and stroked her hair.
"So you shall join us once more, and be Mother to the death eaters. And, soon enough, Queen to my King, I'll rule the world with you at my side." He laughed feverishly, for a moment and then abruptly returned to the silence of the room.
"Yes, I shall." She spoke almost inaudibly. She stared at the fire intently, willing herself to stay strong, to not have an expression on her face. He was still stroking her head. Elena felt sick.
"Well, My Queen, shall we retire early tonight, after the meeting?" He mused over.
"I suppose we must, My King, for we have a lot of catching up to do." Her eyes glittered unusually, and she was gazing into the fire intently. She felt like she was going to vomit, and then take a long boiling, scalding hot shower and burn her hair.
"Would you like to settle into your rooms now or later?"
"Now," she said hastily and then caught herself, "You know us females and nesting." Turning her face towards him, smirking. Hoping she hadn't blown it now with that last comment, you should never be that hasty, or else it's suspicious.
"Very well then, have Lucius show you to your rooms and send in Severus. I have something … special planned for him." He gave her a disturbingly knowing grin.
"Shall I see you later then love?"
"Yes," He stopped stroking her hair, and roughly grabbed her chin. Ravenously, he pulled her head towards him and kissed her. His kiss was like a wild starving beast's hurried and raw. He parted her mouth and jammed his thin but muscular tongue in. He parted her mouth even further and devoured her entirely shoving his tongue down her throat. Elena now truly felt as if she would dry-heave soon. He ended the kiss and traced a way down to the middle of her neck and bit down, she cried out a trifling moan. He had bitten hard enough to draw blood and now he was slowly and indolently lapping at the blood as it flowed down her neck.
Elena almost felt the life draining out of her as he lapped up the blood. This was customary for him to mark his territory like that. The first night that she had joined up with the death eaters he left a trail of bite-marks that he had bleed and drank, from the bottom of where the jaw meets the neck to the nape of her neck. This was customary, he was obsessed with immortality, and therefore with vampires. No, Voldemort himself was not a vampire, but he liked to feel the pulse of live blood pound beneath his tongue.
After a few moments Voldemort, stopped and loosened his rasping grip on her chin.
"Very well then love, you may go. Send Severus in and go nest in your rooms." He said in a hoarse throaty voice.
"Yes, my Lord, I shall see you later, then." And with that she took her leave.
On her way out she grabbed her cloak and took out her wand. Quickly healing the wound on her neck ("Sanatias"), she opened the door and put away her wand again.
"Severus," She steeled herself, " It is your turn now." Elena gulped silently, and hoped no one noticed the brief look of disquiet upon her face. Severus looked up and closed his book. He put his book back up on the bookshelf and scanned her.
"What's wrong with your neck?" He asked quietly so only they two could hear.
"What do you mean?" answering cautiously now.
"Your neck, it's got blood running down the side, yet no wound." He looked at her guardedly concerned. Elena grabbed out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood of her neck.
"It's nothing, you should get in there, before he suspects anything. Meet with me later." She replied walking off to where Lucius sat in the far corner of the study, reading a book. Behind her, Elena was aware of the door to the conjoining room close again.
"Lucius, could you show me where my room is?"
Lucius looked up from his book and nodded in acknowledgement. He closed his book and got up.
"Certainly,"
Once again Elena was lead through the ridiculously large house, to the west wing. There were many windows in the west wing and it was significantly brighter. He led her to a large suite which over looked a well-built rose garden.
"Well here we are, I'll leave you to your unpacking then." He closed the door and left.
Elena's truck was in the corner, for a few seconds she pondered unpacking but decided that she would unpack in an hour, after having a rest. She felt quite dizzy and sick.
After an hour she got up to unpack and 'Nest'.
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Authors Note: I got the vampire obsession from the first book where he drinks Unicorns blood to stay alive. I thought it could show how disturbed Voldemort was mentally. Sanatias is Latin for heal. Next part shall be the meeting of Severus and Elena, (alone or not dun dunn dunnn!) and more death eater hierarchy.
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Chapter 4: Pulled back unto the darkness
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went and came and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light;
Lord Byron, The Darkness
Elena woke up that morning bowed in an uncomfortable position, her head on her left shoulder and kneeling on one knee with the right leg bent slightly across the floor. Her torn white button-down shirt was showing her wan abdomen. Her long black skirt; was the length from her waist to her ankles and had gashes on the sides from the ankle to about four inches from her vacant womanliness. The slits were parted and her lithe legs were bent in a kneeling position.
She gathered herself up and moved out of the unpleasant pose. She undressed and stared in the bathroom mirror. Her reflection showed a rather pale woman, long and drawn out limbs, her chest was like that of a normal woman's, a concave stomach that gently flowed down to other womanly features, the features which betrayed her. Failed to give her a child so long ago, the features which were now barren.
Her eyes darted back up to the feature that she had been avoiding, her eyes. They say that eyes are the windows of the soul. Elena could find no dispute in this phrase because every time she peered in her eyes she saw two emotions. Pain and longing, those were the two emotions that seemed to dominate her life.
She got a shower and dried herself off, sauntered over to the closet and chose an outfit suitable for today that she hadn't packed. She chose a long billowing sheer black skirt, and an emerald green peasant top, which constricted her bosom while also showcased it. Elena strolled over to her vanity, which held precious little make-up, and applied a little foundation under her eyes so her sleepless nights would not be given away.
She opened one of her drawers in the vanity and took out a seamless silver box,
"Open." She whispered.
The box opened with a small pop and revealed an emerald necklace, the necklace was silver with a dragon holding an orb-like emerald, and it was her symbol of status in the death eaters. The Orb of the Heir, it was left in the Chamber of Secrets and Riddle had found it a little over fifty years ago. He had given it to her as an engagement present; it had special powers to protect the wearer from harm and shielded them from any type of magic. He had hoped that she would bear him a son, be his queen, the empress of darkness. However much that title impressed and made her lust after it the ends did not justify his means.
She put on the necklace and stared at her reflection, everything seemed in order for today. If they knew how she got out of Azkaban she would claim it was his son. If they asked why she didn't go to his rescue, she would claim nothing, that she was scared he would be angry with her for the loss of his son and that there was no excuse for her cowardry. Yes, yes, everything was in order; she looked down at her finger where Severus's ring lay. Elena frowned and her hand moved to her mouth as she kissed her ring.
"I'm sorry Severus but it has to be this way, this is my destiny whether I like it or not, and I will not take you down with me, I promise that…" she paused, "I will not bring you to such an end as mine." She said and kissed the ring one last time before she took it off. She placed the ring gently in the box that held the orb, and closed the box, the seam once more disappearing.
She got up and clutched the box as she made her way to her trunk and put an anti- breach charm on it hoping the Dark lord would only think it a guard against theft of her necklace, before she placed the box in her trunk.
She paid off the rent and she emptied her account at the bank. The next step was to take her first real step back into the wizarding world, access her account in Gringotts and exchange her money. Elena donned her cloak carefully pulling it down to just before her mouth and put her wand up her sleeve.
She apparated to the outside of Gringotts and took a look about. There was a sensation that caught her skin, the pure magic that she knew so long ago was back!
She shivered with anticipation, and goosebumps ran up her arm. She was home. She strode up to the doors feeling her confidence renew itself once more. The doors still had the immortal words inscribed on them.
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, You have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
These words sunk into her skull, like she was memorizing them, it wasn't that it was the first time she had seen them. But it had been so long…
She walked through the large doors and looked around. There was a pompous looking redheaded twenty-something prat leaning against a beam and scanning the room. He spotted her and came striding over, but Elena was too fast. She walked over to a back desk and into the office of Muggle currency exchange, and quickly shut the door. The goblin at the desk looked up at her lifting an eyebrow.
"I'd like to exchange this, and then close an account." She said smoothly.
"Do you have the key?" the goblin glared slightly at her.
"Yes. Right here." Pulled out a key from her cloak, and held it out.
"Very well then. What account?" He asked.
"Account Number 4713."
"4713? That account was closed already." The goblin said suspiciously.
'What!? Those dastard, no-good, low-down prats (A.N.: }. No cussing in this story!)' Elena thought disgustedly. Though she tried not to let it through on her face. Slytherins didn't let things like that bother them, at least not in public. Oh no, emotions were a way of controlling others and they would not control her!
"Very well, then I will just exchange this." She put the key back in her pocket, and drew out her muggle currency. "$100,000 in American currency." She handed him the bills.
"We don't often get American currency. Would you like this in Galleons or pound-notes?" He asked curiously.
"Galleons." He moved to a drawer and pulled out a jingling bag. He opened the bag and started counting the flashing, golden coins. After he pulled out a heap of galleons he put the bag back into the drawer and pulled out two smaller bags. He opened one of them and pulled out and counted, seventeen silvery coins, Sickles. He closed that bag and put that back into the drawer, he opened the other bag next. He pulled out and counted 493 little, dull, bronze coins called, Knuts.
This took at least Fifteen minutes, and Elena was growing impatient, she could not afford to be later than 12pm for her "appointment". The Dark lord would not be happy (to say the least) if she didn't show up soon. The Goblin finished and pushed the pile toward her. Elena reached into a pocket of her cloak and pulled out a small leather drawstring bag, with a green embroidered Slytherin banner on the black leather. She put the money in the enchanted pouch. And put the pouch back into the inside breast pocket of her cloak.
"Thank You. Have a nice day, Sir." She nodded her head slightly in recognition of the goblin, and smiled politely.
"Your welcome, Madam." He snorts slightly and continues, "You know you're the first person whose come in and actually thanked me? Thank you, Madam, thank you." He smiles in return.
"Good day, Sir. And you're very welcome." She curtsied, opened the door, walked out, and then closed the door again.
The red-haired pompous looking man was standing searching the crowds again. He was about ten feet from Elena and looked to be searching for her again. She started to walk rapidly to the exit, feeling him spot her.
The red-haired man was drawing out his wand, presumably to cast a spell, but there were too many people in between them, so he started to run after her. Elena anticipated this and started to sort of walk-sprint with large, fast strides. She just managed to step outside and get across the busy street before he followed her out. She got to the other side of the street and dis-apparated back to her flat, feeling her heart beat in her throat.
She caught her breath and sat down on her couch. It was eleven-thirty a.m.; she should be going about now… Feeling a twist of apprehension, and hesitation, she shook her head. She had to go, for the world, for Severus.
She grabbed her trunk-handle and squeezed for strength. She sighed and after a moment of resignation, apparated to Malfoy Manor.
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Elena found herself in the large greeting Hall of Lucius Malfoy. It was tastefully furnished with emerald drapes and beautiful, highly polished medieval trinkets. Lucius was striding down the hall towards her.
"Hello, and welcome to your Home away from Home." He smirked, giving her a low, and gentlemanly bow. "Leave your things here, they will be attended to and put in your room. Follow me." He said graciously.
Elena followed. From the Lucius she remembered he had matured a great deal since the last time she had seen him. The Lucius, from the older days would have been far more reckless with his greeting to her, instead of bowing he would have grabbed her and...well things she wished to forget. Perhaps many things were different now.
She followed him past the suits of amour, and into a study. There were many shelves of books, and in a chair by the fire there was a hunched figure, he was reading.
"Severus, guess who's back?" Lucius beckoned to the hunched figure.
The figure looked up and the light hit his face. His face had matured a lot, his hair was longer and his eyes… they looked so haunted. She missed him so much. She yearned to touch him and make sure he was real. The beautiful, wonderful, man she loved more than life itself.
He paled, but not enough to be noticed by anyone but her. Elena's heart had speed to a continuous drumming, though she tried not to react out of character. She regained her senses and smirked at him.
"Severus!" She exclaimed in a delighted voice, "How long it truly has been. How are you?" she looked politely interested.
"Hallo, El. I'm fine. How are you?" His face still managing to look blank of emotion. He turned his head back down to the book he was hunched over, his hair falling down to cover his dark, striking black eyes. Elena felt a dull throb in her chest at this gesture, he must hate her now. Feeling a boulder in her throat, she swallowed shallowly.
"Oh… fine. Well I suppose we could converse later, I am expected right now… Until later then." She replied in an equally cold manner. She felt like she was sinking.
"Right this way El," Lucius said raising his eyebrow at the exchange. He led her to a conjoining room. And then closed the door.
There was a large-backed chair facing the fire with a skeletally thin arm and oddly long, slender fingers.
Elena sensing something wrong, took off her cloak, and left it by the door. She walked up to the arm of the chair and knelt at the left leg, staring into the fire.
They stayed silent for a few minutes, for Elena it was a kind of awkward silence that tried her every nerve yet she could not break it, like a spell had swept over her. The fire crackled and burned, yet it seemed to not give off heat. Every so often the fire would change from the white-hot flames to a sort of sapphire blue. She would not be the one to break the silence, she couldn't. Only he could, Only Voldemort. It felt like an eternity before he did, break the silence.
"I heard from Lucius that you got out of Azkaban. And that you had been out of Azkaban for at least 13 years... Is this true?" Voldemort said in a low dark tone.
"Yes." She simply replied in the same volume.
"And you make no plea for your life now? Just a simple answer?" He laughed mockingly, "Now I remember why I always respected you more than the rest of these imbecilic, puttering, moaning, pathetic morons I have surrounded myself with." Ending that with a hard, bitter voice.
"And what would I say, my Lord," she asked quietly "Oh, please don't kill me I'm just a poor pathetic whore who was so scared, please forgive me?!" She said in a high voice dripping with sarcasm. With this the Dark Lord sniggered.
"I make no plea for forgiveness, and I make no plea for my life, I have an explanation but it is not an excuse, for there is no excuse." Elena said impassively
"Very well, El. You need not give an explanation, and your life is too precious to be taken so thoughtlessly on my part, you are too invaluable to us." He moved his hand to on top of her head and stroked her hair.
"So you shall join us once more, and be Mother to the death eaters. And, soon enough, Queen to my King, I'll rule the world with you at my side." He laughed feverishly, for a moment and then abruptly returned to the silence of the room.
"Yes, I shall." She spoke almost inaudibly. She stared at the fire intently, willing herself to stay strong, to not have an expression on her face. He was still stroking her head. Elena felt sick.
"Well, My Queen, shall we retire early tonight, after the meeting?" He mused over.
"I suppose we must, My King, for we have a lot of catching up to do." Her eyes glittered unusually, and she was gazing into the fire intently. She felt like she was going to vomit, and then take a long boiling, scalding hot shower and burn her hair.
"Would you like to settle into your rooms now or later?"
"Now," she said hastily and then caught herself, "You know us females and nesting." Turning her face towards him, smirking. Hoping she hadn't blown it now with that last comment, you should never be that hasty, or else it's suspicious.
"Very well then, have Lucius show you to your rooms and send in Severus. I have something … special planned for him." He gave her a disturbingly knowing grin.
"Shall I see you later then love?"
"Yes," He stopped stroking her hair, and roughly grabbed her chin. Ravenously, he pulled her head towards him and kissed her. His kiss was like a wild starving beast's hurried and raw. He parted her mouth and jammed his thin but muscular tongue in. He parted her mouth even further and devoured her entirely shoving his tongue down her throat. Elena now truly felt as if she would dry-heave soon. He ended the kiss and traced a way down to the middle of her neck and bit down, she cried out a trifling moan. He had bitten hard enough to draw blood and now he was slowly and indolently lapping at the blood as it flowed down her neck.
Elena almost felt the life draining out of her as he lapped up the blood. This was customary for him to mark his territory like that. The first night that she had joined up with the death eaters he left a trail of bite-marks that he had bleed and drank, from the bottom of where the jaw meets the neck to the nape of her neck. This was customary, he was obsessed with immortality, and therefore with vampires. No, Voldemort himself was not a vampire, but he liked to feel the pulse of live blood pound beneath his tongue.
After a few moments Voldemort, stopped and loosened his rasping grip on her chin.
"Very well then love, you may go. Send Severus in and go nest in your rooms." He said in a hoarse throaty voice.
"Yes, my Lord, I shall see you later, then." And with that she took her leave.
On her way out she grabbed her cloak and took out her wand. Quickly healing the wound on her neck ("Sanatias"), she opened the door and put away her wand again.
"Severus," She steeled herself, " It is your turn now." Elena gulped silently, and hoped no one noticed the brief look of disquiet upon her face. Severus looked up and closed his book. He put his book back up on the bookshelf and scanned her.
"What's wrong with your neck?" He asked quietly so only they two could hear.
"What do you mean?" answering cautiously now.
"Your neck, it's got blood running down the side, yet no wound." He looked at her guardedly concerned. Elena grabbed out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood of her neck.
"It's nothing, you should get in there, before he suspects anything. Meet with me later." She replied walking off to where Lucius sat in the far corner of the study, reading a book. Behind her, Elena was aware of the door to the conjoining room close again.
"Lucius, could you show me where my room is?"
Lucius looked up from his book and nodded in acknowledgement. He closed his book and got up.
"Certainly,"
Once again Elena was lead through the ridiculously large house, to the west wing. There were many windows in the west wing and it was significantly brighter. He led her to a large suite which over looked a well-built rose garden.
"Well here we are, I'll leave you to your unpacking then." He closed the door and left.
Elena's truck was in the corner, for a few seconds she pondered unpacking but decided that she would unpack in an hour, after having a rest. She felt quite dizzy and sick.
After an hour she got up to unpack and 'Nest'.
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Authors Note: I got the vampire obsession from the first book where he drinks Unicorns blood to stay alive. I thought it could show how disturbed Voldemort was mentally. Sanatias is Latin for heal. Next part shall be the meeting of Severus and Elena, (alone or not dun dunn dunnn!) and more death eater hierarchy.
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