Well, here is the third chapter of The Devil's Daughter. I really hope that you all like it.

Chapter Three-The Truth Comes Out

The face of the hand was white with snakelike nostrils, the facial frame was long and skinny and the eyes were a a dark scarlet. His body was also long and lanky and very white. It was unlike any man Chelsea had ever seen before.

"Be quiet my dear," he said with a high-pitched voice. Chelsea shut up instantly. She noticed that the blonde haired man had now collapsed to a heap on the ground and was panting as though he had ran a mile in a very short time.

She dared to look up at the "man" and seeing the fear in her eyes he said, "don't worry, I will not hurt you."

Chelsea highly doubted this, but did not voice her opinion, instead she asked, "Who are you, and why have you taken me from my home?"

The man stood up and offered her a hand which she ungladly took.

"I am the most powerful sorcerer of the time, Lord Voldemort." He said bowing deeply.

Chelsea couldn't help it, she burst into laughter and after a few minutes, she said to him while gasping for breath, "Ok. . . My Lord
. . . . What can I do . . . for you?"

The "Lord" just shook his head. "You shall see soon enough, child," he replied. "As seeing is believing."

Now that she thought about it, the way the blonde haired man fell to the ground without any contact with anything whatsoever was awfully strange. 'No' she thought to herself, 'that can be explainable.' But she couldn't figure out how it happened.

"Lucius was hit with a curse, you see?" the Lord said while scattering Chelsea's thoughts. He turned his head from the heap on the ground behind him and stared at Chelsea, Scarlet eyes to brown. "Have you ever felt that you didn't belong? That you were somehow different from other people? 'Ever had something happen around you that was unexplainable? "

Chelsea thought for a minute and then it came to her that she was always feeling that she was slightly different from all of her friends. She thought about all of the times that strange things had happened around her that was unexplainable. When she was in first grade, the desk of the boy that was consistently picking on her, pinned him against the wall when he was trying to put glue in her hair. Once, in seventh grade, she had had a problem with a teacher and her final grade in History, all of the windows had cracked at once. These were among the many things that had taken place. Chelsea shook her head.

"You know why all of these thing have happened?" He asked and she shook her head. "Well, you were adopted when you were a baby. I am your father. Your mother tried to hide you from me. She was afraid that you might make the right decision and follow in my footsteps." He shook his head as he spoke. "On your sixteenth birthday, your presence in this world became known to me, so I had a few people go and retrieve you and now you are here. Your true name is Trinity Alexis Riddle and you are a witch. And soon you will be one of the most powerful witches that has ever walked this planet."

As crazy as it sounded, she believed him and she didn't know why. She shook her head in understanding.

It seemed that the two of them was unaware of the other people surrounding them and as if Voldemort had come to his senses, he called out to the cloaked figures, "this meeting is dismissed, I will summon you for the next meeting." The figures began to disappear and this made Chelsea gasp in disbelief. But her father seemed to ignore her and reached his right hand a grasped a figure's cloak.

"S-Severus," he hissed. "A word please."

The two traded words for a few minutes and he dismissed Severus.

After Severus left, he turned to his daughter. "Well, we most get you to where you are staying. Lucius!" He called to the blonde haired man that was now off of the ground.

"Yes, my Lord?" He asked.

"Would you have a spare room that my daughter might be able to use?" He asked side-glancing at Chelsea.

Lucius nodded his head. Voldemort then said to him, "good, then I might be able to forget about how you treated my daughter. Make a portkey."

Lucius pulled out his wand and whispered some word and told Chelsea to grab onto an old newspaper he had pulled out of his cloak. She did as she was told, but was interrupted by her "father."

Voldemort grasped Chelsea's shoulder and told said, "Get a good night's sleep we have much to do tomorrow as we are going to start your training. He then turned around and with a threat to Lucius that she better be in treated well or else, he disappeared.

She placed her hand on the newspaper and unexpectedly, she felt a tug and felt as though she were spinning. Finally, it stopped and she was thrown to the ground.

Well, there is chapter three. I hope you like it. Read and Review, please!!

Thank you to my only reviewer!
Elora Nova-I am glad I have your attention. I will try and update ASAP. I have school and bowling practice along with my studies, so I will type in my spare time. You shall see soon enough, but I will tell you one thing, she is excepted, I don't want to give away anything would I? I will read your story as soon as I can, but now I need to be in bed, it is almost 12 and I get up at 6. Thanks again.

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