AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you everyone for the requests, as I said before I'm working on them all. Please keep the reviews coming! I'm not sure how well received this story is going without them and I've got big plans for this story.

Just letting you all know I'm away for a week, so maybe won't have the next couple chapters as long as the previous ones have been.

Tom Riddle was an extremely smart man, he always stood tall and always wore suits. He was also in Bellatrix's not so humble opinion very, very handsome. He was statuesque and he always had a cool demeanour about him. Bellatrix knew he was in his early thirties, and that he was a very powerful wizard. She feared him, but also admired him. He had taught her so much. Tom was a slim man, some of his own followers were double his size, including Rodolphus Lestrange who was massive, his muscles huge and his face always cold.

Bellatrix said nothing. She was sat in front of Tom Riddle, he had been training her the past few weeks, and she was truly showing her worth.
"Why should I give you my mark, Bellatrix?" he asked her calmly, not yet facing her.
Bellatrix raised her head a little more in pride, though she showed no such emotion on her face.
"My Lord," she said calmly, "I know every spell you've wanted me to learn. I know how to enter someone's mind in their sleep or in their wake. I know how to disarm someone without such uses as my own wand. I can fight. I have thrown a knife some twenty yards and hit moving targets we practice on, killing them with a single throw. I've killed a man while he was disapparating. I have taken on every single man in the other room there, some even five at a time and still beaten them all at every last duel. Master," she paused, sitting on the edge of her seat, watching him look into the fire in front of him, "let me prove my worth to you."
"How old are you Bellatrix?" he said, looking over his shoulder ever so slightly.
"Seventeen." She answered simply.
He turned, "show me your arm."
Bellatrix held her arm out and Tom shook his head, "The left."

A flood of happiness overwhelmed Bellatrix as she looked up at Tom, finally. It was exactly what she needed. She loved to duel, and she had begun to love to kill. This was perfect for her, and she was fighting for exactly what she wanted –to rid the world of anything that wasn't pureblood and believed in the same ideologies as her. She held out her arm. He moved back, and she dropped to her knees in front of her, a sign of her servitude. Not to mention she was the only one out of the group her age from Hogwarts to be getting her mark.
"You will devote your life to me and this cause. Until the day you die, you are mine and I am your Master," he said, gripping her wrist with his long fingers as he pressed his wand into her flesh against her veins, "do you agree to these terms?"
"I do, My Lord." She said without the slightest hesitation. Without warning, an extreme burning and a deep rooted sensation which both made the hairs on the back of Bellatrix's neck stand and made her ache deeply found her arm, exactly where he had his wand held. After but a few moments of the extreme burning in her forearm, the Dark Mark was on her skin as black as her hair, and moving slightly. She looked at her arm as he let go, admiring the skull and snake tattooed into her arm. The imprint was harsh and red, her skin bled over the tattoo which had been permanently ingrained into her skin. She stood and Tom moved back. She bowed deeply, "thank you, Master."
"Never fail me." He said simply.
"Never." She answered firmly.