"I'm telling you master, he's alive."
A man in a blood-red cloak paced in front of a glass window. His eyes never left the crouched figure on the floor; he was wary though and kept his distance. "Yessss… Alive." He hissed.
"Master, please… I live, only to serve you." The crouched figure pleaded, her face pressed so close to the ground Voldemort wondered if she could taste it.
"Bellatrix; you have stayed loyal to me and as such, you will be rewarded." The Dark Lord hissed turning and looking as his favourite, even after all this time. She had always been beautiful, powerful and perfectly ruthless. Perhaps he should have forced her to bare him an heir before he'd changed her?
It was irrelevant now, he'd made his decision long ago. He wanted her for himself, that's why he had killed the Lestrange brothers. Her pathetic husband had been an incompetent Death Eater and a worse spouse – lusting after young men. It would not surprise Voldemort if Bellatrix had remained a virgin long after her wedding night.
He turned and walked back to his throne, she remained bowed in perfect submission. Her physical changes had continued even after she had escaped, though that could be attributed to the fact that he hadn't fed her while she'd been in his care. She wasn't as thin as he remembered, Voldemort couldn't stop himself, she was pure sin.
"Bella will stay. The rest of you leave!" The Dark Lord barked, he watched as his usual throne-room company all but crawled out the door. The heavy steel and wood door groaned as it slowly swung shut. "Come to me… My Bellatrix." He hissed drawing out the last syllable of her name.
Bella pushed herself up and crawled on her hands and knees to Voldemort. As she approached she bent and kissed the hem of his crimson robes. Her blue-grey hands caressed his legs as she finally brought her face up and looked at her old Master. Voldemort's breath caught in his throat and he hiss out an almost inaudible moan.
Her eyes shone with the same emotions they had long ago, but now… Now they glowed with an inner light. She had no pupil, or conjunctiva, now her eyes were metallic blue speckled with silver and bronze flecks. It reminded the Dark Lord of the starry night sky.
She let her hips sway as she rose to her feet and threw one leg over his lap, straddling his hips. Her hands slid up his chest and over his shoulders. Bella ground her hips into his own, he hardened beneath her. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the slit that was Voldemort's mouth. It wasn't a kiss, just a feather light pressure, he could feel her breath wisp across his face.
Voldemort groaned and leaned forward, chasing those soft black lips. He let his long fingered hands roam her down her sides, over her hips. She leaned away and grinned at him, rolling her hips again she pushed him back harder, his throne tilted with their combined weight and rested against the window.
He growled at her and squeezed her roughly. Bella licked his lip-less mouth, his chin, his neck lowering her head to suck on his collarbone. Voldemort groaned and let his head fall back against the coloured glass. Bella's hands were beginning to fiddle with the ties on Voldemort's robe when a soft thunk, and the sound of glass shattering sounded. She pulled back to watch Voldemort's eyes roll back into his head, his mouth fell open and he slumped forwards. His forehead rested against her shoulder.
He was dead.
A wicked sharp grin split across her face; Bella glanced down at the bullet wound at the back of the Dark Lords balled head – a tiny wisp of smoke issued from the hole. Bella leaned forward and looked down; over Voldemort's dead body through the broken glass and saw him.
Her mate.
Yes that was right, there was no use fighting it anymore, just like there was no use fighting what she had become. He hadn't noticed her looking, preoccupied with sorting through his bag. He paused a moment before discarding what was left and making his way towards Hogwarts.
She watched him, his stance, his swagger, everything about him called to her. They had become very close over the last two and a half years. It would be a massacre from here on. Bella looked back down at Voldemort's body; their plan had worked perfectly. She knew it would take Harry years to track down and kill every, Death Eater in the world, but she was willing to wait, they had all eternity.
And maybe when their paths crossed again, he would be ready…
…tbc