The rain poured down upon the Riddle House's roof top like a storm taking revenge a few nights after Bella's dissapearence. She didn't even return when Voldemort called for her. It was the first time she ever ignored her burning mark. Draco, nor Narcissa, her sister had seen her for days. The atmosphere in the manor was quiet and dull. Voldemort sluched in his favortie chair by the fire, staring mindlessly into the embers. Wormtail was off, serching the domain for the 20 foot long serpent, Nagini, who was apparently off looking for anything good to eat for dinner...Wormtail prayed that he'd find her before she'd find him...Being an animagus rat around a snake that was about 10 times larger than he was, was quite terrifying for him. He'd pray that anytime he was in form, she didn't sneak up upon him and mistake him for her lunch.

Snape was in the kitchen, mixing poisons and potions, stocking up the cabnets with solutions and bottles of draughts. We bent over the cauldron that was sitting upon the stove. His large lose inches away from the rim. Lightning lit up the rooms around the manor and thunder shook the walls. The rain came down more heavily and there was not a a sound except for the thunder, lightning and rain, the simmering cauldron, Wormtail's chirpping calls to Nagini, the fire in the fireplace and Voldemort's depressing sigh. After a few moments of sitting numb by the fire, the clock started to chime. 1...2...3...4 times...

Why wasn't Bella answering my calls? Voldemort thought to himself... 6...7...8... I know I upset her, but she just doesn't understand... 10...11...

and when the last chime struck, for 12 o'clock, it left the house in a stuppor, silent and cold, dark and alone, untill Voldemort's thoughts were interrupted by a ear splitting crush of lightning outside his window and the sound of the doors downstairs bursting open. He jumped up quickly, his heart racing along with his mind. Adrenaline forced him to go off at a run and head for the stairs. He came to a complete stop when he saw the doors were open. The rain was flying in but he didn't care. A tal l dark, hooded figure stood with it's arms outstreached, holding the doors open. He stared at the figure and heard footsteps running. Wormtail came running up behind Voldemort and Snape came in from a door off to the side at the bottom of the stairs. The figure dropped it's arms and took a step inside the hall. Voldemort walked down the stairs and as he came closer to the intruder, he noticed...it had breasts and long hair...He grinned and crossed his arms.

"You decided to come back?" She walked over to him and fell to her knees. She looked up and from under the hood, Bella's wet, pale, and gaunt face stared back at him with fear and sorrow in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She choaked. She started to cry and he bent down and grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. She fell into his arm and cried into his shoulder. He waved to the others to carry on with what they were doing before and they departed from the scene. Voldemort apprated back upstairs with Bella still leaning on him. He escorted her into his private chambers and sat her down upon the bed and kept his arm around her. He wasn't used to comforting others and supporting them but this was different, for the first time in his life, he actually felt a bit guilty.

"Stop...Bella, please..." Her sobs continued and he got uncomfortable. "Bella...listen...I'm sorry about before. I know I upset you, but you have to understand that I can't be with you. It's not that I don't wanna...If I had the chance, I would take you, but Bella, It's just that You won't be able to handle me. I'd be too much for you. I have too much power and I won't be able to protect you while this war still is going on...I'm too caught up in things." She looked up, her sobbing stopped now but she looked as if they could pour down her face at any moment again.

"I already said that you don't have to do anything. You don't have to give me anything...just continue what you're doing. But I just wanna be with you...by your side forever...Tell me what to do and I'll do it...but I wanna be your wife...I can have your child...your heir...help you continue the Slytherin line...the pureblood line-"

"Bella...there are things about me that you don't know...I already told you this, but-"

"Then tell me, it's not like I'd hate you...nothing you say can stop me from loving you."

"Bella...remember when you were complain about when Potter said that I was a Half-Blood?"

"Yes..." The tone in her voice was slightly vulnerable...like she knew what was coming.

"I am a Half-Blood, Bella. I've been lying to everyone...even you. I only made it up because I was ashamed to be one. I was in Slythein and being the heir of him and being a Half-blood at the same time was insulting to me."

"But...I don't care what you are...I just..." And with that, she let out a growl that was full of frustration and anger. Automatically, to shut her up, Voldemort grabbed her chin and forced her head to face him.

"Stop!" He hissed dangerously. "You can be with me, as long as you don't bother the hell outta me..."

"But I never do!"

"Think about that again..."

"But-"

"Just think about it...and you must also promise not to try and seduce me when I'm pissed off, It will only make maters worse and you don't want me to take my anger out on you." She shook her head.

"I think I know what to do...At least I think." He nodded and let go of her. He hesitated for a moment, then kissed her. She held her breath for a moment, then gave into him. He sucked on her tongue for a while, she opened her eyes and saw that he was gazing into her eyes. She was loving every moment of it. But was he...?

He pulled away and breathed for a moment, his hand tangling itself in her hair. He sighed.

"Maybe we should wait till later...we can come back up here after the party...you can go downstairs and join the others for now, ill be down in a while... I just need sometime to think." She frowned and got up. She retreated to the door and looked back at him before closing it.

"Where did you come from?"

"I donno."

"You don't know?"

"No." Bella stood in the middle of the room and stared at the others who were talking and laughing while getting drunk. Alecto was standing beside her, watching her with curiosity.

"Bella, you alright?" The room was spinning, and for some reason, she felt light-headed. Then it all went black.

The next thing she knew, the light was in her eyes and she turned over and buried her face in the pillows. The smell of blood and death came into her nose. She lifted her head and opened her eyes. The room was empty...infact, this wasn't even her room. It was Voldemort's. What the fuck was she doing in here? She got up and got out of the bed and noticed that she was dressed in a long black satin nightgown. But...she didn't remember getting dressed...

She ran to the door but someone opened it and it flew foreward and hit her in the face. She yelled and backed away, holding her nose. Voldemort came in and shut the door behind himself, and put down a try of breakfast on the table nearby and hurried over to help her.

"Oh, are you alright? I didn't even know you were at the door, here..." He pulled out his wand and fixed her bloody nose. "I got breakfast for us. It was gonna be a breakfast in bed, but apparently, you're not in bed..."

"I..." She looked to the food and back to him. He was acting really strange today...kind...not like him...not like him at all. "Well, I guess we can go sit on the bed now and eat...but...why am I up here? Last thing I remember was...I was talking to Alecto and...I passed out."

"Yes, and lately, I've notice you've been really quiet...and you're acting abnormal."

"What?" She said blankly.

"Yes, Last night, you were strangly silent while we were waiting for the others to come back and usually you'd talk to me and try to flirt...and then when you told me that you loved me-"

"I didn't tell you...you guessed."

"Well, yes, but at that moment, it seems like you had mood swings, you loved me and you're panicking, then you're getting mad at me, then you started to get upset. The next moment I knew, you were taking a fit in the graveyard, frighting all of my dementors." Bella laughed nervously. and put her head down but he lifted it with his chin.

"But I soon realized that when I left you and you got upset, I got a bit guilty and when you fainted, I wanted to make it up to you."

"Breakfast in bed..."

"Well, that won't be all...I'm allowing you to be with me."

"But...You said that I can't, you don't want me..."

"Well, I see now that it doesn't take that much to satisfy you, Bella...and when you're dear husband comes back, I can talk to him to find out what you really like...or...how you like it." He added with a sly grin. She giggled.

"Alright, but do you think you can handle me?"

"I can handle anything...just not a baby who is protected by his mud-blood mother's love..."

"Potter..." She growled. He nodded and put his hand on the small of her back and walked her to the bed while making the tray of food float over with them with his wand.

"Did you get me dressed?"

"Well, I used magic..."

"Oh..."

"Why? you didn't want me to use magic? You rather me do it by hand?" He asked with a laugh.

"Well..." She smiled. He laughed and shook his head. She watched him while he sat and set the plates down for them. He looked at her.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm just...nevermind." And she helped herself to some toast.

"I got you a new outfit...it's sexy." She almost choaked when he said that.

"I've never heard you say that word before...and, why did you get me an outfit."

"I'm sick of looking at you in death eater robes. That's all you ever wear."

"Um...aren't I suppose to wear them?"

"Only on raids...but I mean, around the house...I wanna actually see your body for once."

"This is odd..."

"What is?"

"The way you're acting...and for once, I like it."

"Good, me too." He agreed, not really paying attention. He was getting up to go get the outfit out of the waredrobe.

"Um...I...ok." He took out a pile of fabric and brought it over to the bed. Went back over to the waredrobe and got out tall black boots. Bella leaned over the tray and picked up the first thing on the pile. A black tank top...but it was skimpy and small...no way is that gonna fit around her breasts. Next we're black and green armwarmers. And after the dark green fishnets was a short black skirt with pins and small chains on it. She looked up at him.

"You sure this is gonna fit? This can fit on a 5 year old..."

"It may look small...but that's because it's suppose to be...and tight..."

"Um..."

"Try it on!" He ordered. He sat down and handed her the clothes. She got up and headed towards the door. "No...put them on here...I wanna watch you." She hesitated, but then started to strip. It was the first time she ever showed off her body to her lord. She never thought of him as the type to engage in sexual pleasures. Even if that means stripping for him. Apparently, it turned him on, he was sitting on the bed, watching her with the upmost interest. She started to dress into the outfit and she found out that she was right.

"It is too small..."

"I know. But I want it to show off how large your breasts are."

"Well, I...ok." When she was finished getting dressed, He stood up and walked over to her.

"Let me see you." He spun her around slowly and exaimined her body, looking her up and down. "Sexy..." He hissed. She looked up at him and smiled.

He leaned down and kissed her, first softly, then more passionatly by the second. His tongue slithered in her mouth and wrapped around her's. She felt as thought she could faint again that it was so good. He pulled away and grinned.

"Do you wanna to do anything fun today?"

"Like what?"

"I donno, maybe set loose anouther 'hurricane'..."He laughed. "Or a raid...You know, what ever you want."

"Like I said before, you're acting strange."

"And like I said before-"

"I know what you said...but this isn't how I want you be...I loved you when you were at your most evilest...when you scold me and everyone else, it just..." She moved closer to him, "Turns me on..." He grinned darkly and grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her close him, wrapping her arms around his own body.

"You want me to be like that?"

"Yes...I love you like that. You just...scare me when you're all happy and caring...it's just not you."

"Alright, so for now on...you want it rough?"

"Yes." She giggled and kissed him. He backed up and pulled her down onto the bed with him.