A/N This chapter is dedicated to Her Little Doll and also Inkfire because of their reviews Please keep them coming guys. I will be quicker updating when I have motivation. Also, xxDibDabxx was the one who chosen which of my fics that she wanted to be updated first. I asked her kinda randomly. So yeah.. If you aren't happy with me updating this fic first then... it is her fault. (But obviously I do hope that you are happy.)

The Unexpected Calling

The night had come. However, I have to admit that the fear of rejection begin to linger inside me, yet Bellatrix loved me did she not? She was just shy, and that is why she wouldn't display any affection towards me in public.

An elegant and sophisticated meal at one of the best places in the wizarding world. Yes, that would be just right. I thought as I buttoned up my shirt. I was actually quite nervous, yet I did not know why. I mean Bellatrix would say "Yes" would she not?

Putting on my robes, I ensured that the ring was still safely stowed in the inside pocket. I glanced at myself in the mirror for a moment, and gasped as my left arm felt as if it had been set on fire.. Oh no any time but now. Seriously, The Dark Lord cannot be asking me to kill that muggle tonight?

The pain ignited in my arm once more. It was sharp and nagging. I concluded that my master needed me there desperately.

Reluctantly, I took my wand off the bedside cabinet, and apparated to see what My Lord desired.

I entered the study that I had provided for my Master. Bellatrix was kissing his robes. A sigh of relief washed over me. Thank Merlin I did not have to explain to her where I had been. However, I had to admit a great worry had now settled inside of me. Why did the Dark Lord require both Bellatrix and I to take the filthy muggles life tonight of all nights? I assumed that Bellatrix must have mentioned to our master that we were spending an evening together, and he would have not called us to see him. She did spend most of her spare time with The Dark Lord after all.

Approaching my master, I sank to my knees. His scarlet eyes looked upon me and he smiled slightly.

"Rodolphus, you know what I am about to tell you however Bellatrix you do not." My master addressed us.

A feeling of irritation seemed to explode within me. Yet again, I asked myself: "Why must it be tonight that The Dark Lord has decided that it is the right time to kill the Muggle?" It took all my strength to prevent myself letting out a sigh.

My attention was suddenly drawn back to him as his voice dragged me away from my thoughts.

"...I would like you both to venture to his home and end his life."

" If you don't mind me inquiring, is there any particular reason why you would like him dead? Maybe we could use that to our advantage when we start the torturing." Bellatrix said in a low tone, yet it was filled with adoration and longing that didn't seem apparent to me at that time.

"Bellatrix, I do not mind answering that question as the reason you gave for the knowledge you desired was adequate, and perhaps essential to the torturing scheme you may be planning." The Dark Lord praised.

She smiled at his words; Her eyes were brimming with tears. Compliments were rare from the Dark Lord, but from the first ever meeting it was evident to say that Bellatrix was the one who he had favoured most.

"He is a muggle and a very open minded one too. He knows of us, and is meeting with the Muggle prime minister tomorrow. His intention is to make him aware that Dark wizards and witches are still at large. Of course the muggle prime minister will then inform the Minister of Magic. This will then make life slightly more difficult for us if the Aurors are more vigilant."

"Master, it will be done and professionally and quickly" Bellatrix muttered.

"Yes my lord. We will do it for you immediately." I added half-heartedly.

The Dark Lord acknowledged our comments, and waved us away from him.

Reaching out to open the oak door, our master's icy voice echoed to us:

"If you fail I will ensure that you are both punished."

"I promise you master that we will not fail." Bellatrix declared passionately.

The Dark Lord smirked "I will take that as a promise then Bellatrix."

"Indeed My Lord." She muttered.

We walked down the lane, and the overgrown hedge cast shadows on our path. A gust of wind made me pull my cloak around myself tighter. I grabbed Bellatrix's hand as she looked as if she would freeze. I felt her chilly fingers against mine for a few moments, yet she tugged them away from my own.

"Rod, we have a job to do.." She said, anger rising within her voice.

I nodded my head. I must go along with what she wanted especially when she was ready to kill.

A/N: I know that Bellatrix is not shy, but Rodolphus being so naive and innocent thinks that the only reason why Bellatrix isn't showing him any affection is because of this. He refuses to believe that there may be a possibility that Bellatrix doesn't actually love him at all.

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