Whenever he beckons, she will come.

He is serpentine, calculating, merciless.

She is clashing, raging, madness.

He thirsts for his revenge.

She thirsts for his acknowledgement.

He croons her name.

She sighs. Smiling.

His scaly hand tangles through her hair.

She gasps. Pleasurably.

He strikes her, white hand on white skin, quickly turning red.

She apologizes.

He sneers. Turns away.

Her oily tears fall to the ground.

It is her fault.

He is blameless.

She will do better.

Curses raining, people dying.

She strikes at random.

"Not my daughter, you BITCH!'

Bellatrix Lestrange dies with his name in her tongue.

Creepy Pairing Of The Day Drabble Competition by Lamia.

Pairing: Bellamort

Warnings: It's...creepy? A dysfunctional relationship?