"Ah…Alison, how lovely it is to see you after so many years. You've grown into a beautiful young woman," the Dark Lord said as she entered the room and quietly sat down. Even as she had been affiliated with him all of her years alive she still felt a cold chill run down her spine when in his presence. She nodded in response to the compliments.
"You asked to see me, my Lord?" she hesitated to speak at first. Knowing full well that she too could incur his wrath. He smiled. Or his face twisted into what seemed a smile to Tori. She couldn't quite tell.
"Yes, yes. I have a task well suited for you and the occasion. I'm sure you know Bellatrix, am I not correct?" he said, his voice barely an audible whisper and yet it seemed to fill the whole room. Once again she nodded her response. Another cold chill ran down her spine. She had a bad feeling about what he was asking her to do.
"Now Alison, my dear, you know that Bella has not been…well, emotionally well these past couple of years. And I'm afraid that becomes a problem for us. You see, we can't have any…what is the phrase? Ah yes, 'loose ends' or so to speak…" As Voldemort continued speaking, Tori searched his face for any sign as to where this was going. She had never been able to read his mind. Even as a wonderfully experienced Occlumens. She had even surpassed her father in the study. She turned her attention back to what the Dark Lord had in store for her.
"So I am afraid that we're going to have to sever ties with Ms. Lestrange." Tori stared at him, but dared not show any emotion. She knew exactly what he was saying, but she wasn't sure that she could go through with it. She felt something slither slowly past her leg. She looked down and into the eyes of a rather large snake. She could remember seeing the snake before but could not recall her name.
"You know what it is that I am asking of you Alison. I do not and will not tolerate any more failure. Is this clear?" the Dark Lord said gazing into her aqua colored eyes with his own red ones.
"Yes, my Lord. I will not fail you like the others," she replied, but not in her own voice. She knew what she was doing by saying this and a voice inside her head was screaming for her to take it back. That there was no need for more bloodshed. But she knew that there wasn't any bloodshed. Not with the Avada Kedavra curse.
As Tori arrived back at the mansion, a ghostly presence had settled upon her like that of a dense fog. Her mind, her thoughts were darkly clouded. She walked through the halls before finally arriving at the large staircase that lead to the upper bedrooms. She stared at them in a trance like state of mind. She didn't notice at first that Draco had slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and was whispering something in her ear. She nodded and he apparated them to his room.
Tori slowly got out of Draco's bed and glanced around. She quickly got dressed and made a small search for his wand before slowly opening his bedroom door and disappearing through it. She looked around for any sign that someone else might be awake at this hour, but in the back of her mind she knew that everyone lie asleep in their rooms. Yet, she still wanted to make sure.
As Tori glided through the halls it was more as though someone was controlling her. Propelling her to do something unthinkable. Something that she never thought in all the years of her being alive that she would do. Or be forced into doing. Her eyes held a solemn blank look and her face was a ghastly white. As though she had never seen much less heard mention of the sun.
She slowly opened the large mahogany door; careful not to make any sudden movements for fear the noise would cause someone to wake in alarm. Her eyes had adjusted quickly to the dark. She glared at the sleeping woman.
"Pitiful," she muttered in a voice that was not quite her own, "Disgusting. Such a waste of talent." She slowly pulled out Draco's wand and pointing it at Bella's temple, muttered, "Avada Kedavra." Bella's chest stopped moving instantly. She was dead. Tori giggled softly, sounding like that of a small child, and heard a noise behind her.
"I'm proud of you, Alison. You may do well yet," the Dark Lord whispered in her ear, "As I've said before; we have no use for failure." Tori turned around, her eyes still dark and blank, "Yes my Lord."