Title: Last Breath
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Bellatrix/Voldemort
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 162
Summary: Bellatrix knows she's nothing to her Lord, but that doesn't change her feelings.
Notes:
All Aboard the Drabble Ship: Pairing Used - Immortal Beloved, Prompt Used - (word) forever
Bellatrix watched through hooded eyes as her Lord got out of bed, comfortable in his beautiful nakedness. She licked her lips as he shrugged on a robe, making her pout as his glorious skin was covered.
"When will you be back, my Lord?"
The Dark Lord looked at his most faithful servant, his red eyes showing his indifference. "I don't have to tell you of my whereabouts, Bellatrix. Remember, you belong to me, to be used as I see fit. I don't owe you anything so don't question me." With a flick of his wand, Bellatrix was writhing under the Cruciatus curse.
Bellatrix was left panting as he glided out of the room, her limbs twitching painfully. She knew all she was to him was a warm body and a servant to do his bidding. It wouldn't change her feelings, though. She knew she would love him forever, until her last breath and would follow him to the end of the world.