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Warning: A bit of violence and innuendos.

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As a child, Tom Riddle Jr. observed all those around him. From his grandparents, parents and even the townspeople. Just from watching them, he presented himself as they thought he was and learned how to charm and what made them tick.

He constantly observed how his own mother was dependent upon his father. A love sick fool who ignored his father's constant affairs and always defended him. It made for a disgusting display of emotion. He never wanted to be weak.

He was better than everyone. He was special.

Tom believed Love to be a weakness, something for lesser people to grasp too.

But not him, he would never freely give his heart away because no one deserved it.

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Harry sighed as Voldemort came to stand at his side. It was really getting on his nerves that the wolf kept stalking him. Even when he ventured to a different town, the wolf would show up the next day.

"What do you want, Voldemort?" Harry growled in annoyance. Trying to put as much distance between them, but Voldemort's long legs were able to keep up with his fast pace easily.

Harry internally cursed his small height.

"That's not very nice, Darling. I came here to see you."

How annoying.

"Go jump off a cliff."

"Would you go on another date if I did?" Voldemort asked with an innocent smile, noticing Harry's eyebrow twitch in annoyance. It was just so much fun to rile up his Darling.

Harry rolled his eyes. He had a job to do and wasn't about to let Voldemort get in the way. The trees and bushes made for excellent cover as he kept his eyes and ears open for his target.

"Where are you going Darling?"

"In case you forgot, I'm a Slayer and my job is to hunt wolves like you down." Harry answered.

Voldemort frowned but said nothing. He didn't forget that his Darling was a hunter who killed his kind but he liked to place that knowledge in the back of his mind. He was trying to woo the boy to like him. He didn't really care if his Darling slaughtered every wolf out there as long as they were together.

His Darling looked so breathtaking when covered in blood, green eyes glowing with adrenaline and determination to win. It was easy to became ensnared in his Darling's radiance.

He knew that the humans killed those who fell in love with a wolf. It was a great taboo in their eyes. But for wolves, it was different. Their kind might notparticularly like humans but if their chosen mate was a human, they were treated like precious treasures.

Voldemort knew that when he first laid eyes on Harry, he knew he was special. At the time, his Darling was a child and Voldemort wasn't interested in him romantically. The child looked so ordinary, but was special in his own unique way.

He took great pride in watching him flourish as the years went on. He would never admit that he loved Harry because Love was a weakness and Voldemort wouldn't call the...affection he had for his Darling as something like Love.

"You're too quiet. Are you alright?" Harry asked slightly concerned. Not that he would say he was concerned for Voldemort. The wolf could take care of himself just fine.

But he had been a little too quiet and it was slightly worrisome.

Voldemort just smirked. "Darling, you do care."

"I don't."

"Mm-hm."

Harry glared at that offending smirk, wanting to slap it right off of Voldemort's face. He should have realized that Voldemort would slightly tease him for being compassionate.

Harry had mixed feelings about Voldemort.

On one hand, Voldemort was the leader of the wolf packs and it was Harry's duty to protect the humans. Plus, he hated wolves.

On other hand, he didn't personally hate Voldemort. The wolf was very knowledgeable in many things and was nice to talk to, but because he was a wolf, Harry was always on guard.

And deep deep Deep DEEP down, Harry could admit that he liked the attention he was getting from Voldemort. Of course, he would never fall in love the wolf but the knowledge that someone, albeit a wolf, was attracted to him, made Harry a little bit giddy.

He's nothing special but it was always nice to know he was slightly attractive. Though he could do without a possible suitor as a wolf.

Before he could think any more on unwanted thoughts, Harry saw his target a few meters away. Luckily for him, the wolf hadn't noticed him or Voldemort. Quietly, Harry grabbed both rifles, intending to use it to his advantage.

Unfortunately, the wolf used that time to turn around and sniff then growl loudly. Harry was ready, this is what he was trained to do.

Voldemort walked out from their hiding spot, his confident strides and nonchalant attitude showing he was the Alpha. Harry inwardly cursed.

Stupid Voldemort!

He was trying to kill it! Now the twat was going to talk to him! Maybe he should just shoot then both right now.

"My Lord." The wolf bowed quickly. "Forgive me, I thought you might be a Slayer."

"What is your business here, Charleston?" Voldemort asked straight to business.

Charleston gave a blood thirsty grin. "Oh you know, My Lord, just terrorizing the pathetic humans."

"Indeed."

Neither wolf said anything for a few momemts but it was easy to see that Charleston was beginning to fidget under Voldemort's intense gaze.

"My Lord, if I may as be as bold.."

Voldemort only raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement, his face completely blank.

Charleston cleared his throat once more. "My Lord, you smell of a human. And not a dead one, sir."

Voldemort only blankly stated down at the nervous wolf. "What I do is none of your business."

A sudden look of understanding crossed Charleston's face before he grinned darkly. "I see. Did you find yourself satisfied?"

"Excuse me?"

"The human. Did they satisfy your other needs? I occasionally use a human for my needs. They are so easy to dominate." Charleston's grin widening in thought of his conquests. "And some of them are so pretty. They scream the loudest."

Harry shivered in disgust. His hatred growing as the wolf continued to talk. He Hated, HATED wolves like Charleston and Fenrir Greyback. Wolves who took advantage of humans to satisfy themselves. Just taking and taking.

Harry's eyes narrowed in anger. He should just shoot the damn wolf right now.

Voldemort's voice broke through his anger. He had to keep a level head. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He settled for listening until the time was right.

"Hold your tongue before I rip it out." Voldemort growled in anger. His follower's words getting to him. He was fortunate he decided to accompany his Darling on this mission. The thought of a wolf like Charleston or anyone, man or wolf, touching what was his, made his blood boil.

He would kill all those that dared to touch his Darling.

"Do not presume to know me so well Charleston. You are on very thin ice." Voldemort stated deadly. Red eyes almost glowed in fury.

"O-of c-course, My Lord, I would never insinuate anything!"

"Quiet." Voldemort hissed.

Charleston immediately shut his mouth, waiting for his Lord's next command.

"There is a human nearby. And by the stench of blood, a Slayer to boot." Voldemort purred dangerously. "Prove yourself to me and I will reward you."

"Of course, My Lord."

Harry took that as his cue to begin his hunt. He aimed and fired. Charleston was fast and Harry had to move away from his spot before he was attacked.

Voldemort just stood there watching with rapt attention. Harry ignored him as Voldemort wasn't doing anything except standing there. All the better for Harry.

BANG! BANG!

Harry cursed as Charleston moved at the last minute, only one bullet hitting his left arm. The wolf managed to knock one of his rifles from his hand and Harry was quick to kick the wolf in the stomach, giving him a few seconds to move away.

"Ooh, stubborn aren't you." Charleston grinned widely. "You are pretty. Much prettier than the others I've conquered. I bet you be much better than them as well. I can't wait to make you scream."

"Yeah? Well you'll be dead before that happens." Harry growled.

"I like them fiesty."

BANG! BANG!

Gunshots echoed troughout the woods, Harry knew he had to end this soon, he was running out of ammo. It usually didn't take this long to kill his target but Charleston was stronger than he looked.

"You're mine!" Charleston yelled.

This made Harry angry. He belonged to know one! He was independent! He didn't need anyone.

BANG!

"Argh!"

Charleston stumbled before falling on his back, the wound to his chest heavily bleeding. Harry stalked up to him with frozen green eyes and a merciless gaze.

Charleston looked fearful until he saw his Lord coming behind the Bloody Red and smiled darkly. Surely, his Lord would end the Slayer. No one was a match for Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort had watched his Darling and follower fight to the death. He would admit that his Darling had taken his breath away. He was just so...so beautiful and powerful.Voldemort had always been attracted to power and somehow he had become attracted to the Bloody Red.

When Charleston said all those things he would do to his Darling, Voldemort wanted to kill the wolf himself. But a little torture would be first to show that no one shall not touch what is his.

Luckily for Charleston, Harry got to him first before he could intervene.

He could see Charleston grinning widely as he approached, no doubt thinking that he would help dispose of the Bloody Red.

"You were so breathtaking Darling." Voldemort said seductively, giving light kisses on his Darling's neck. "Go on, finish it."

"M-my L-lord?"

Voldemort placed his chin on his Darling's shoulder watching confusion, hesitation then eventual understanding play into dull boring red eyes.

"You dared to try and take what is mine. For that, you're punishment is death. Go on Darling. Go on." Voldemort urged.

Harry didn't need anymore prompting. The end of the rifle was placed on the wolf's forehead.

"W-wait! Please, My Lord, I promi-"

BANG!

Voldemort groaned in slight arousal. His Darling was so deadly, it was beautiful.

"You were so beautifully deadly."

Harry sneered at the wolf's words, though a small blush was present upon his face.

"Sod off. One day, you'll be next." Harry stated.

One day, Voldemort would die by his hand.

"Of course, Darling."


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