Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter. If I did, do you think I'd be here?

-to BrianDarkSoul, yes, this is a lot like Mara Jade, since she was a main inspiration. glad to see someone knows there SW stuff.

Chapter 2: Life with the Dark Lord

Later that night, DarkSabre returned to her shelter. It was a small space far from muggle and wizard detection. It was one major room with a pantry and bathroom. There was a bed, a dresser, and a large cabinet on the side wall.

DarkSabre threw off her jacket and replaced it with a black cloak. It felt comfortable to be back in wizard clothing instead of uncomfortable muggle wear. She went to the pantry took out an energy drink and waited for her next assignment.

So another mission complete. He master would be pleased. He always was, since DarkSabre never failed.

There was no room for failure when working for Lord Voldemort.

DarkSabre had worked for Voldemort for fifteen years. Ever since she was little, the Dark Lord had been her master and her teacher. She could hardly remember the time when she was raised by her own parents. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

When she wasn't DarkSabre. When she was just Caitlyn Kirke.

All she remembered were blurs of the past. Her parents smiling faces still left their mark, but nothing else really.

But then her parents died, and Caitlyn was alone. Until she met the Dark Lord. That day she remembered perfectly.

It was after her parent's funeral. She was sitting in the graveyard by their tombstones. It was cloudy and cold, and Caitlyn was hollow inside. Her tears were dry and emotions were forced out. She just wanted to be alone, but she knew it wouldn't help. They were never coming back. Never…

"It's a shame," he said.

She had turned to see who spoke. It was a tall, skinny man in a cloak. He was heavily hooded and his eyes were hidden. From what she could see, he was incredibly pale.

"Your parents were not ready to die. They were young, fit, and full of life. In the end, though, death took them. In the end, death takes us all."

Caitlyn said nothing. What was this guy saying? Sure, she was getting sick of all the sympathy towards her, but this guy was throwing their death in her face.

"Throughout our lives, humanity tries desperately to stop death. They try to escape the grim fate, but in the end, death will take them."

"Why does it have be that way?" said Caitlyn gloomily. "Why can't people just live without having to worry about death."

"Well," said the pale man, "there may be some ways to escape, such a fate."

Caitlyn looked up. Was the is man saying what she thought he was?

"You know about magic," he pressed on. "You know the power wizards possess. We can do almost anything. So why can't we find ways to halt death."

Caitlyn listened intently. She was completely still trying to catch every word.

"I myself have been working tirelessly to stop death's shadow. I daresay, I have made some accomplishments to reach immortality. I have devoted my life to searching to ensure death's end.

"But I could use some help."

Caitlyn's heart stopped. Her mind was working like clockwork, trying to comprehend the man's intentions. He kneeled down next to Caitlyn, smiling a wicked smile.

"So how about it Caitlyn? Join me and my cause. I can offer you so much. I can teach magic you've never dreamed of. I can help you in ways no other person could. Together we can find a way to ensure no one would die like your parents."

He held out his hand. Caitlyn's head was swimming. What should she do? Would her parents want her to join this stranger? She would never know, though. They were long gone. She had made up her mind now. She felt obligated to all the other children out there who could lose parents at any second.

She grasped the man's hand and sealed her fate.

And so her training began. Everyday, Caitlyn was pushed to her physical and mental limits. She went through rigorous fitness training and learned the most difficult spells imaginable. Soon her past life was abandoned and she embraced her new life as the DarkSabre, the Dark Lord's personal assassin.

Over the years, DarkSabre killed more and more, raising her rank in Voldemort's eyes. With each kill she thought of achieving the rank she had been working towards since she was young.

Death Eater.

But DarkSabre did not know when she would finally achieve such a level of power. Voldemort had hinted about ascending her, but never did. Sure, it frustrated DarkSabre, but she knew one day she would become one of the Dark Lord's most loyal servant.

Lost in her thoughts, DarkSabre sat on her bed and began to meditate. She had to remain calm and serene at all times, there was no room for distraction in her work. For the next few hours, DarkSabre maintained her tranquility, waiting for her master's call.

It finally came, when her belt buckle of the Dark Mark began to vibrate and glow. DarkSabre quickly stood up and walked over to the large cabinet along the wall. Inside, numerous weapons and tools were shelved: daggers, knives, razors, and numerous vials of poisons. She took one of each, clipped them on her belt, and Apparated to her master.

She arrived in a dark, curtained room lit by fading candles. Immediately, she knelt before the throne like chair in front of her. For sitting in front of her was her master, Lord Voldemort.

"Rise, DarkSabre," he hissed.

She stood up before her master's terrible profile. She had become accustomed to seeing his ghastly white face and terrible red eyes. She had seen that face for the past sixteen years, and she learned to look beyond the horrific image.

"Wait one moment DarkSabre," he said in his high, raspy voice. "I'm with another charge."

DarkSabre turned and was surprised to find a man standing behind her. He was large and fierce with robes that looked uncomfortably tight. He had disheveled hair and fierce yellow eyes. His teeth looked exceptionally sharp. "DarkSabre," he growled to her.

"Greyback," she muttered and stood aside for him. Her serene calm she had meditated for was broken by waves of fury. Fenrir Greyback was the most gruesome werewolf ever. If there was one DarkSabre hated most in the world, it was a werewolf.

Her hatred for them had been sparked a long time ago, before her days as DarkSabre. The reason for her hatred was one of her most darkest secrets. No one knew, except of course for the Dark Lord. He knew everything about her.

She was a young girl at the time, no older than five. She was sleeping soundly in her bed until she heard some noises down in the living room. Curious, she crept out of bed and into the hallway.

From the hallway she heard sounds of struggling, growls and bark and yells of pain. She soon realized that the sounds of pain were coming from her father. Scared, she crept closer and headed downstairs.

She was still on the staircase when she saw it. Her mouth dropped open her face full of horror. Before her, was the most gruesome thing she had ever seen.

Her father and mother were being attacked in her very living room by a massive wolf. They screamed and screamed, blood pouring everywhere. The werewolf was merciless. He continued to claw and bite at their mangled bodies. Soon her parents stopped screaming, their bodies completely limp. The werewolf, blood staining his fur, continued to strike.

Caitlyn was stunned. She couldn't scream and she couldn't cry. The very sight was to petrifying. All she could do was watch her parents die at the hands of this savage.

DarkSabre quickly pushed aside her own memories and composed herself. The Dark Lord had no time for her anger.

After talking to him, Voldemort dismissed Greyback. As he turned to leave, Greyback kept his eyes on DarkSabre, licking his teeth hungrily. DarkSabre winced in disgust, but did nothing. When Greyback was finally gone, DarkSabre returned before her master.

"Good evening, my apprentice," said Voldemort in his high, cruel voice. His hands were clasped together and his wicked smile remained on his face. "Was your mission successful?" he asked.

"Yes, my lord," she said, bowing. "The ignorant muggle has been dealt with."

"Good," hissed Voldemort. "Good. You've served your master well." He sat up form his throne and paced around it. DarkSabre dropped to her knees in respect.

"DarkSabre," he continued, "you have served me well for years. Your training is nearly complete."

Here it is, thought DarkSabre, another hint about being a Death Eater, but not promoting her. She braced herself for the disappointment.

"I believe it is time for you to join my ranks. It is time for you to become a Death Eater."

DarkSabre's jerked up. Was it true? Was he going to let her become a Death Eater?

"Yes," he continued. "You are ready to take the next step. Your loyalty is unwavering and I know you will continue to serve my cause.

"But, first you must complete your final test."

"What is it, my master?" said DarkSabre eagerly.

Voldemort laughed in his high cruel voice. "I see you are enthusiastic to join me. Very well, your task will be harder than any other test you have had so far. Your days of killing muggles are over. It is time to take the next step.

"Your last task is to kill Damien Oculus, an Auror for the Ministry of Magic."

DarkSabre was shocked. She had just been assigned to kill one of the prestigious of wizards. Aurors weren't like muggle politicians with high security. Aurors had wands and skills unmatched. But if that was what she needed to become a Death Eater, she would succeed.

"It will be done, my lord," she said bowing.

"Excellent," hissed Voldemort. "you are lucky I'm in a generous mood DarkSabre. For I too will embark on my final test. I have finally learned the location of baby Harry Potter, the wretched Chosen One."

"That is excellent news, my lord," said DarkSabre. She had heard of the Dark Lord's unending quest to find the prophesized boy to bring about his downfall. The boy was only one, but he was extremely well protected.

"Yes," agreed Voldemort. "Tonight is the night my immortality will be ensured. You will overcome your mission, as will I. Together we will ascend to new levels of power!" her finished, thin arms spread wide.

"Now go," he said. "Complete your task, and return to me in the morning. Then you will join my ranks."

"Yes master," said DarkSabre, bowing. She turned to go, swelling with pride. Tonight was the night she had been waiting for. She would not fail.

She would be a Death Eater.

That's all for now!

R&R pleez.