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Snakebite

Billie scratched at the table, screaming loudly as he moved inside of her everyone at the table still staring, completely unsure of what to do.

She was going to climax at any moment. He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it back as he slammed into her from behind.

"Fuck yes. Harder please!" she squealed.

He grabbed her breasts, his body slamming against her backside.

"I'm going to come. I'm about to come." she whimpered.

"No." he snarled, raking his nails down her back and causing her to throw back her head as the blood rushed to the spot.

"Please I'm going to. Harder please."

"You will not!" he roared, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking it back, causing her to cry out in pain as it strained against her scalp.

She gritted her teeth, closing her eyes and fighting her body as she fought her climax. Everything he was doing had her completely on the edge of destruction, and she loved it.

His pale hands snaked, making their way around her long neck. She gasped as he clutched her, squeezing her neck forecfully and forcing the air flow to only trickle into her lungs.

Billie clutched his wrist, sucking in all the air she could as he crushed her windpipe. The moment she thought she was about to lose herself he stopped, letting go.

"Come for me." he grunted, his lips remarkebly close to her ear.

Billie threw back her head, grasping him before her body tensed. She closed her eyes, seeing stars dance behind her kids before he grunted, releasing himself.

He collapsed, his head resting on her chest before looking up.

"Get out." he hissed to his company before leaning down, kissing Billie tenderly.

"My pet." he sighed trailing a finger down her temple.

"Marvolo." she whispered, putting a hand on his pale face in return. The name slid out of her mouth beautifully, causing him to shiver. He rested his head on her chest. She was perfection.

"Can I ask you something Severus?"

Voldemort pushed back the curtains to the window of Severus' small home, curiously studying the pain. From far away it looked like any other ordinary glass window, but up close he could see the miniscule cracks. Tiny bubbles and imperfections from whoever made it. Everything that made it a single unique pane rather than any other window.

Much like his Billie. Much like he himself.

It was a quality he looked for in each of his Death Eaters. Something that stood out. Severus was his most loyal follower, and by far was the most different from the other. Unlike as a young boy, he did not spend all of his time cursing Mudbloods and half-breeds like the others did. He had the best ideas. He carried out a task which Lord Voldemort trusted to no one else.

"Of course My Lord." he said, walking up beside Voldemort, confidently yet still somewhat catiously.

"How well do you know Muggle ancient history?"

Snape hesitated for a moment, thinking to see if it was a trap or not before answering.

"I do know some. Why do you ask?"

"I am sure by now you have received word of my pet, Billie."

"Yes."

"May I confide something in you Severus? You will tell no one?"

"Of course not My Lord."

"What I expected. Billie is...something else entirely. She is not human. Not remotely. I know that much. I can feel her. She has these...visions perhaps shall I call them? I have seen into her mind. Seen what she has seen."

"What do you think she is My Lord?"

"So far I have not seen her exhibit any magical qualities except her high tolerance for pain, but I do not doubt she has magic in her blood. I want to know what she is Severus."

The two stood in silence for a moment, before Snape spoke softly.

"Do you love her My Lord?" he asked.

Voldemort turned his head sharply, glaring at Snape furiously.

"What?" he hissed.

"You care about her that much is obvious. Do you love her?"

"Of course not. You would do wise to hold your tongue faithful servant."

Snape bowed in apology, before looking up once again at The Dark Lord.

"I apologize My Lord."

"You are forgiven. Severus, I want you to find out what she is and who she is. Ask her about her visions."

"Yes My Lord."

"And...do not tell the others."

"You will tell him the things you have seen."

Billie nodded, grasping Marvolo's cold hand tightly before sitting down on the bed. The man named Severus looked down at her, as though he was scrutinizing the very essence of her soul. Looking upon her with such distaste that for a moment she felt ashamed of herself.

She sighed, closing her eyes before feeling his pale hand beneath her, something that gave her the extra push to remember. She did not want to remember. The scenes she had viewed were horrific. Terrifying. She was quite afraid of going back there. More afriad of finding out what exactly she really was. The image of herself, black blood pouring from her body still stayed seemingly seared in her mind. It frightened her, a detail she would never tell him for fear he would become disappointed in her.

"It is always the same setting. A dark sky. Gloomy. Swirling black clouds. It is cold. There are screams and moans all around. And there is a man."

"What does he look like?"

"He is tall...pale...very very handsome. He looks as though he is temptation himself. Every time we meet he speaks to me as if..." she trailed off, blushing wildly and looking up at her master.

"Continue pet." he urged her softly, placing a hand on her chin. She nodded, turning back to Severus who stared at the two of them with nothing short of apparent observation.

"As though I am his servant. He tells me to do things."

"Things such as...?" Severus raised his eyebrows.

"Claim the lives of people above."

Severus narrowed his eyebrows, taken aback by the statement. It was obvious he had thought she meant sexual things. It was also obvious that he was very skeptical of this entire situation.

"You say they are not dreams, but visions?" he asked.

"Yes, although I do know one thing." she looked directly into his dark eyes.

"Which is?"

"The place that everything happens? The dark place? It is Hell."

Billie slowly traced the tube of lipstick around her full lips in the mirror before smoothing them together and puckering, smiling at the velvet plum color.

Her hair was curled, pulled back into a 1920's styled updo and she wore a black sequined dress which stopped mid-thigh, a true flapper-girl dress from Mrs. Riddle's wild-child days. She also wore a pair of black high-thigh stockings, satin elbow-length gloves and black shoes. She looked like an elegant mixture of Billie Holiday and Annette Hanshaw. True beauty.

He wanted to take her out and get more clothes. He loved nothing more than seeing her in the ancient clothes from long before her time.

Walking over he stepped behind her, putting his hand on her collarbone. As he did so Billie smiled, turning her head and pressing her soft lips to his arm. As Voldemort looked down he saw a red mark, shaped in the form of her perfect lips. It was almost like the brand he had given his Death Eaters.

Her eyes smoldered sensually and dangerously, and for a moment she reminded him of Nagini. She stood up before turning around.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Perfect. You will be the perfect persuasion."

At first he had reservations about using her for his cause, but she pleaded. Begged for him to take her along, and seeing those sultry wide eyes, pouty lips, and voloptuous body, who was he to deny her the chance to serve him?

There were still those out there. Followers from before the first time he was trumped, that got away clean with barely a notice from the law. Those that bribed, did favors, begged, and slid on through without detection, then renounced and denied him.

But they would not get away from him.

Crouch Jr. had served him faithfully, sacrificing his soul to the dementors. Bellatrix had spent time in Azkaban. Severus had spent time with the Muggle-loving dimbat Dumbledore. Those who served Lord Voldemort were rewarded. Those who failed him would surely be punished.

And in this was his plan for tonight. A simple wizard. Antonious Smith. Death Eater during his first rising, deserting him after. He was going to pay, and Billie was going to help.

He could think of no greater punishment than seeing her, the most beautiful and twisted young girl he had ever met in his last moments of life. Lord Voldemort was going to make him suffer. Make him pay for his deception and betrayel.

"Do I look okay?" she asked, turning around. Her long lashes fluttered marvelously with the help of mascara. Simple makeup.

"You look a dream. Come, it is time." he extended an arm.

She took it, smiling and cuddling into his cold body.

And the two disappeared.

"NO PLEASE DON'T!"

The man fell to the ground with a loud crash, breaking the coffee table beneath him. His blood sprayed the ceiling and he wheezed. Naginig slithered away, making her way through the completely trashed sitting room.

"You denied Lord Voldemort. You betrayed him so you would not have to serve time in Azkaban." Voldemort hissed gleefully, his wand pointed to the man's throat.

Billie sat on the couch, watching with joy as the blood spurted from his wounds. She smiled, leaning back. She was sick and she knew it, and he didn't care. It was beautiful.

"I couldn't go to Azkaban! My wife! My children!"

"Silence!" Voldemort hissed, turning his head and facing Billie.

Her heart was bounding. Blood was coarsingthrough her veins. As she watched the man on the ground moan in pain, as she watched the red fluid seep from the double snakebites in her body, she became aroused. So very aroused.

She crossed her legs, shaking one impatiently.

"Please, have mercy." he begged. Billie giggled loudly. It was obvious begging and groveling would get him nowhere. The fact that he had even tried was more than humerous.

"Lord Voldemort is not merciful. Nagini!" he called.

They waited several seconds before the snake hissed loudly, entering the room. She looked up at Billie, flicking out her tongue before going to the man.

"Take your time with him." he hissed, turning back to Billie.

"You have done wonderful pet." he complimented her marvelously.

"Thankyou master." she bowed her head, her face flooding with heat.

"And for that...you will be greatly rewarded."