The Greatest
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"Practice and patience, Bella. You can do it. Try again. You really have to mean it."
She breathed hard, catching her breath. She was learning the cruciatus curse, and had endured it three times that day, from her master. They were in a clearing of the woods by her home, and the summer sun shone through the absence of the large trees in the middle.
He used a spell and summoned a canine-like animal for her to practice on. It barked and stood in attack position, though she knew he wouldn't let the beast attack her.
"Think of a bad memory. Your worst. I know you have one, I have seen it."
She thought of the time her uncle touched her, when he hit her. She growled, feeling the anger at her own family member course through the veins filled with blood they shared. She thought of stolen innocence and her spilled apple juice on that day.
"Crucio!" She watched as her spell hit the creature, making it yelp in pain and agony, convulsions raking it's body. It whimpered, and she didn't lift the curse until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her gritted teeth loosened their clenching as she turned around and looked up into those beautiful dark eyes of his.
He smirked at her look of awe.
"Good girl."
She melted under his view and he nodded to her, signaling for her to look behind her. The poor animal was drooling out of one side of it's mouth, struggling to stand for only seconds. When it did get up, it fell down into a disabled heap.
"You've done it, Bella. You're too tired to go on today. Avada Kedavra." He said boredly, killing the creature.
"Thank you, master. Thank you."
He hummed and beckoned her again. She looked up at him shyly.
"Such a good girl." He lightly tugged on a piece of curly hair, watching it straighten in his hand as he did so. When he let go, it bounced back into place.
"You are the only to be trained personally by me. Do you understand how important that must be? You'll be the greatest out of all of my followers. Do you understand?"
She nodded frantically. Her hands reached up into the air on reflex, as if to touch his face, but she quickly lowered them.
He was a lot taller than her, so tall. So handsome with his dark hair and perfect face, to go along with his whole body.
He raised an eyebrow and she blinked.
"Go ahead. Touch me."
Her mouth hung open in a moan that escaped through her throat. She raised her hands and felt his face, the very slight hair growing after a shave. Bellatrix ran her hands next, over his clothed chest. He simply watched her as she did this. To him, it was very entertaining, how she adored his so much.
She stopped at his belt, but she quickly snatched her hand away. She blushed heavily and looked down.
"Sorry, my Lord. I did not mean…"
He looked down with a neutral face as she flinched.
"Come, Bella." He started to lead her back to the house and she followed.
When they reached the doors, he nodded in dismissal.
"I will see you tomorrow, same time. We'll touch up on your imperius curse and start the killing curse." Without another word, he apparated away, leaving her standing at her porch, love struck.
"I was right, you know. All those years ago, when I said you were the greatest, it was true, Bella." He said, stroking her hair. He sat in the chair to his desk, while she was splayed out on the wood, naked and breathing so hard she was nearly wheezing.
"You're always right, my Lord. Never have I, or will I, doubt you. At first I was scared… To be the greatest over the death eaters, over many. You taught me so much…"
"Always such a good girl."
His noseless face was calm. Bella still thought him the most intriguing being.
She giggled when his hands brushed over her stomach. By now, she was three months pregnant. She was very happy then, that he had granted her the gift of carrying his heir. His touch tickled her, with his unusually soft stroking which he had for no one else.
No one else would or could be worthy of this. Bellatrix was special. She was his in all ways, beautiful, even after all those years in prison. He taught her everything. She was perfect. She was the greatest. His greatest.