Days had passed since her birthday.
Days she had spent in her bed, reading and practicing on insects.
She especially liked the cruciatus curse, and when she saw the flies in her window twitch and bend she laughed loudly.
Sometimes even so loud that her mother would come in and ask what was so amusing.
Her excuses was believed all the time, because of Bellatrix being an incredible liar.
She missed her Lord all the time, but when she read the book he got for her, it was like he spoke to her.
His dark, calm voice soothed her inside her mind, echoed in her thoughts.
After a while she started to wonder if he'd forgotten about her. Maybe she wasn't good enough for him.
This thought was very disturbing, and made her sad. She walked over to the mirror in her room and looked in it.
She no longer saw the teenage-developed girl as she usually did.
She saw someone with too small breasts, too big hips and a very chubby tummy.
Her dark hair embraced her gaunt face with big, heavily lidded eyes.
She despised what she saw in the mirror and spat at her reflection.
Then she tugged at her hair and pulled out many strands at once.
She breathed out and felt calmer, though she was still very depressed.
She wanted Lord Voldemort to be with her so badly right now, it was all she thought about.
As she walked over to her bed, Bellatrix took her wand and some tissues from her vanity table.
Her figure sat down and she rolled up her sleeve, muttering a spell which made a small gash in her arm. She muttered it abit louder and a longer, deeper cut appeared in her arm. It bled fiercly and she watched it in amazement. Somehow, the blood soothed her and made her feel a yearning never felt before. She bent down and licked the running blood, then moved up to the gashes and sucked out more of the blood. She felt dizzy and and light-headed, but just continued. In the end she didn't manage to suck it out, she was too dizzy so she fell back on her bed. She still felt the blood run down her arms, but frankly she didn't care.
When she didn't have her Lord Voldemort, she had nothing.
"Bellatrix!" She didn't bother to listen, and didn't even flinch when someone grabbed her shoulders and shook her. She slightly opened her eyes and was filled with more happiness than ever. Whoever was to stand there, than her Lord! He took her arm, healed it with his wand and embraced her tight: "Bella, Bella," he sighed, "why would you do that?"
She blinked and panted. Because of the blood loss, her body couldn't handle anything.
She opened her mouth and tried to speak: "I... I... I couldn't... Didn't manage..."
He hushed her and put a finger on her lips.
He put her head in his lap and stroke her forhead, then kissed it. His lips were cold as ice, but still soft and tender. She knew that these emotions were wrong, so did he, but they both couldn't control their feelings. Slowly they moved their faces towards each other and their lips met.
The kiss was tender and they both seemed very alike in their way of doing so.
After an hour of lying in his lap, she finally opened her mouth to speak: "Why have you come?
My father will be fierce when he discovers that you've been in here. He doesn-" he cut her off:
"My dear Bellatrix, your father doesn't know I'm here. I have come for you, not to discuss buisness with him. I've missed you. Have you learned your spells good yet?"
Bellatrix gave a slight nod, and panted again. "I, I''ve practiced with insects. I doubt that it would be wise to practice on anything nor anyone else at the present."
Lord Voldemort laughed and cupped her chin in his hand.
"Oh, Bella. I'd almost forgotten how wellspoken and polite you are."
He inched in for another kiss and got what he craved for. When he tried to pull back, Bellatrix wouldn't let him.
She panted still, but didn't care. She had to kiss him.
"My dearest Bellatrix, my Bella. I have to leave now."
She looked at him with a sad face: "But, my Lord. Will it be long until I see you again?"
He also looked sad: "I think so, my dear. No, sadly, I know so. At least a year."
A tear fell down from Bellatrix' cheek and she looked down. When she looked up, he was gone. Tears fell down her cheeks and she felt deader than ever.