"My, my, my Lord?" Bellatrix stammered, not sure why she was so speechless in her master's presence.

"Why do you sound so surprised? You called me have you not?" Lord Voldemort hissed amusingly. Not able to move, Bellatrix looked around the damaged room for some answers, but found none.

"You seem confused, perhaps it wasn't you," the Dark Lord suggested, flicking his wand to release her from Snape's spell.

"Severus tells me something very interesting," he continued heading over to the lonely flask on the desk as if it were an important piece of evidence in a crime scene. Why is everyone so interested in an empty cup?

"Because Bella, this is the very flask Lucius offered me last night."

"B-but my Lord, I was out with Narcissa last night. There was no way I could have been here," Lucius innocently chipped in, making Bellatrix jump. How could I forget he was here?

"It's not that hard to do," Voldemort replied. Turning to face Lucius he added, "I know that Lucius, Narcissa claimed the same exact thing only a while ago."

"Then how can I-"

"That's what I'm trying to find out," Voldemort assured him while pacing towards Bellatrix. When he finally reached her, the Dark Lord grabbed ahold of her hair and pulled her head level to his.

"Where you, Bella, in this room last night?" Bellatrix let out a little moan of pleasure, though she wasn't quite sure why. Unfortunately, it wasn't the only noise that found its way to her ears. Lucius had snickered in mockery, causing Voldemort and Bellatrix to roughly adjust their heads to face him. Hanging his head in humiliation, the pure-blood wizard immediately broke away from their deadly gazes.

"Where you in-"

"No," Bellatrix naturally remarked, surprised and proud at how clearly and freely she had stated it.

"You are not lying," the Dark Lord hissed in disbelief. "Then who?" The devoted, and a bit crazed, witch's dark and bewildered eyes made their way to Lucius' foggy grey ones. A strange and idiotic thought arouse in her chaotic mind, his eyes aren't nearly as captivating and breathtaking as his. For only a short instant, she thought this was all a mistake. Had something happened to make her feel this way? As a matter of fact, she couldn't remember what she had done last night. I have to remember but not here, not now. He's waiting for me, he's waiting for me to remember. I know it.

"Very good, Bellatrix. It hurts to know you don't trust me, but I admire your sense of judgement," he hissed in mockery. Why does he have to be so kissable-kissabley evil? Her weak and highly skeptical chuckle echoed loudly through the room causing the two wizards to glance at her awkwardly. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Bellatrix raised her hand quickly and anxiously, as if she were a lousy Ravenclaw back in Hogwarts.

"I suggest we take a break from this, um, interrogation and maybe question others who would frame Lucius? I mean that's a long list and the sooner the better," she rambled, not even waiting for her master to acknowledge her.

"I suppose your right, why don't you go question Rudolphus." He's so… wait what did he say?

"I said go question Rudolphus," he repeated, slightly annoyed that he had to repeat his command.

"Why doesn't Lucius do it?" she whined. Even if this is all a mistake, one thing is perfectly clear; she hates her 'husband' with a burning passion. She wasn't sure why, and she could care less.

"Who lives with him?"

"Me."

"Who is married to him?"

"Me."

"And who did I assign this mission to?"

"Me," she muttered. He sure was enjoying this.

"Good and Lucius you will?"

"I will stay out of your way and pretend I am inexistent."

"Excellent. Now, I will appoint Severus a couple servants as well and I will check up on you later," he replied menacingly. Gliding out the doorway, his robes flowed behind him like a phoenix's wings. "Oh yes, one more thing," he added, peeking his head through the doorway. "I would work on my Occlumency if I were you Bella."

I must love him. Bellatrix hesitantly walked in her mansion with an artificial, and rather frightening, grin across her alluring face. Closing the door behind her, she discharged a small and ridiculous sigh. She knew what she had to do; she didn't like it, but she had to get this information from him. She also knew he had something to do with all of this, and she was going to get it out of him one way or another. She was the master of this after all, at least that's what she kept telling herself.

"Ruddy, darling? Where are you?" Bellatrix sang out.

"Bella? Your home early, dinner's in the oven now." Rudolphus called from a room she wasn't even aware they had.

"That's nice. Listen, I'm not really hungry." Now Bellatrix was a very seductive woman and knew how to get what she wanted. The only three people she hadn't seduced yet was Rudolphus, Snivillious, and Lord Voldemort. With Rusolphus and Snape, luckily she naver had to; nor did she want to. But with the Dark Lord, she tried; she desperately tried again and again, but she could never get the fact that he actually was incapable of feeling love into her reckless mind. But, this wasn't Voldemort, this was Rudolphus: one of the most loving and caring Death Eaters alive. To Bellatrix, it was the most disgusting thing on Earth. She never realized what she had, never cared, and never thought about it, until now.

"Bella, you must eat something. You haven't eaten anything today." Here come the footsteps. Quickly, Bellatrix pulled down her already-cleavage-showing corset dress even lower and tore off nearly all of the bottom half to show off her impressively long legs. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought while sliding her body down the door and dragging her leg up slightly.

"Oh my, Bellatrix you feeling alrigt? Did you get into the fire whiskey again?" Again?

"Nope, you don't like it?" Bellatrix asked in pure shock. If it worked for just about everyone else, why not him, him of all people?

"No, haven't I told you why I love you?" Rudolphus asked sincerely, keeping eye contact with her. Seeing her shake her head, he sighed and lead her to the lounge and signaled her to sit. Reluctantly obeying, she sat and listened to what he had to say.

"I don't love you because of what you look like or what you do. I love you because your
you. You're a confident and beautiful woman, inside and out. You don't care what others say and you are undoubtedly and positively loyal to what you believe and of course to your master.

"You see, when you throw curses and insults at me, it hurts, but it doesn't compare to the hurt I would feel without you." Dang it, gonna have to take this to the next level. Nearly gaging at the idea, she suddenly broke out in fake tears, but even fake diamonds can look real.

"Bella, are you okay?" Rudolphus asked worriedly, jumping up from his seat.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Bellatrix cried through gasps of breath.

"Know you're not. You never cried, not in front of me."

"I just-just-" Bellatrix abruptly stood up and darted for her bedroom, wailing her heart out. Upon entering, she suddenly stopped with her little "act" and headed over to her bed after she heard Rudolphus call her name.

"Bellatrix, what is up with you? You're acting very strange," he replied, taking a seat next to her. Flailing her arms around Rudolphus, Bellatrix hugged him tightly. I can't believe I'm doing this. It's okay Bellatrix, you're going to be fine. Think: when it's all over, you'll never have to do this ever again. You got this. Easy as an elementary spell. No problem. No you are not going to cry. It's not that bad. Don't you dare shed one tear. Tears are a sign of weakness and you are far from weak.

"Bella, are you certain you're alright?" Rudolphus questioned, bringing Bellatrix out of her bizarre, third peron train of thought. Looking straight into his eyes, she began to bawl.

"Hush, it's alright," Rudolphus claimed, holding her tightly and smoothly rocking her back and forth. He suddenly stopped as if he realized he forgot something and started to slowly run her hair through his fingers. Bellatrix wasn't quite sure why he was so hesitant.

"It'll all be over soon," he cooed. Maybe he's right; as soon as I get this over with, it'll all be over. Alright well, here it goes. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she roughly forced him towards her. One kiss was harmless to her, but she didn't realise the impact it had on Rudolphus. Kissing him was nearly as bad as kissing Severus in her mind. But to him, kissing her made time stop. No more hurt, no more evil, and no more regret. After running his hand down her damp and soft cheek, he suddenly pulled away, ran to the door, and after muttering 'um' a couple times, ran out. Bellatrix stunned as she was, was overjoyed to stop. But didn't he like it? Who wouldn't? I'll have to try a different tactic. Why didn't he go for the bait? Men are so confusing.