Title : The Murderer and The Monster

Author : Me, as always. Moi.

Disclaimer : I only own the horrific and angsty story-line. Mrs. Rowling knows this and rubs it in my face with every Harry Potter book she has published.

Pairing : Remus/Voldemort

Chapter : 1/?

Summery : Sirius's death takes a toll and Remus that the others would never have imagined.

Author's notes : Happy New Year. I'll update 'Confessions' soon. Promise.

The Murderer and The Monster

Chapter 01 - Slave and Master

"Lupin."

Remus hated it. Hated the fact that the-the-bastard wouldn't even call him by his first name. A shudder racked his body and he pressed himself up against the wall. Sandy hair, dripping with sweat, fell in his eyes as Tom Riddle Jr. Took another step closer to him.

"Lupin."

What made him resort to this? Remus inhaled sharply, slamming his eyes shut, rolling them to the ceiling behind his closed lids. It really isn't that bad..He tried telling himself. How could he resort to lieing to himself like this? The hooded figure placed his hand on the Werewolf's bare chest.

"My Lupin."

Remus jerked his head back and screamed. Blood dripped from the spot where Voldemort's hand was. Small trickles hit the cobblestone floor. After screaming once more Remus fell silent, allowing his head to fall back into regular position. It isn't that bad, Remus. You can get through it. You usually do. That voice. It sounded suspisouly like Sirius. Remus's Sirius.

"He's dead."

Tears graced Remus's soft cheeks. Yes, he knew Sirius was dead. Yes, he knew what he was doing with himself - forcing himself to take a new mate. Getting the dark mark. Yes, he could get through it. It wasn't easy. But he usually did.

"P-p-please." The frail sound that was now Remus's voice tore its way from his lips. Voldemort chuckled and backed away. Remus fell to the floor, curled into a ball, and whimpered. He had said he wanted it. He had told the Dark Lord himself that he loved him.

Remus pounded his fist onto the floor. He was weak. But Voldemort was helping him, wasn't he? He was an idiot to belive this. But he wasn't a perfect person. There were many things he wished he had never done. This was just another one, wasn't it? Hadn't he been so close to Harry? Why push himself away from everyone?

Remus looked up into the eyes of his..lover. Yes, he called Voldemort that. Why shouldn't he? Thats what they were now. Remus slowly stood, using the wall for support. Voldemort didn't treat him like a lover. More like a slave. Remus had wanted it, though. After all, he and Voldemort had oh so much in common.

"Back on the floor, werewolf." Remus immedently dropped to the floor. Voldemort gave a high pitched laugh.

They both were monsters, feared by a high class society that couldn't care less about their fate. Nomatter how kind..one of them was. Both Voldemort and Remus had killed. Oh so many times. Remus hadn't ment to, even though Voldemort did. And they both lost someone very important to them. Voldemort lost his most faitful Servant, and Remus lost Sirius.

"You can stand, now. Don't you dare stand unless you are told."

Remus slide up, gripping the wall tightly, forcing his acheing body to make it, just make it through. He didn't dare remark. It was 'don't speak unless your spoken to.' The whole thing reminded Remus of better times. Thats how he got through. He'd make it.

He had to.

"Your mine, Lupin. Remember that. Always and forever."

Voldemort never failed to remind Remus of that little fact. Remus wimpered. Why him? Why had he asked for this, of all things? He thought he could get a new start this way. Not even Dumbledore looked at him through happy eyes, now. Dumbledore wasn't even speaking to him.

You get two chances, but never a third.