A.N/ So! I decided to go on with this, so here you have the second chapter! *yay!*

Probably you're wondering why I've put Bella and Voldemort as the two main characters in the summary, since the first chapter was mostly Belladolphus… Well, it was just the first chapter ;)

I really wanted to present this story from Bella's POV as well… So this chapter does just that!

Also, I want to thank you for the reviews and reads :D Many people added this to their favorites and alerts, and I want to thank them :) I love you *sends kisses* But reviews are also love, and they give an extra motive to update! So, you know what to do ;) (and, plus, I'll give you cookies :P)

Also, also, I want to give a few notes first. This takes place before the first wizarding war, therefore before Voldemort got that snake-like. It's just, I couldn't write Voldemort acting in a sexual manner while he is as pictured in the HP books… I just couldn't… :S Of course he's not the handsome and attractive Tom Riddle he used to be, but he's not monster-like, he still holds something of his old self. Also, it takes place before the first war because I didn't want Bella and Rodolphus to be ruined because of Azkaban…

Anyway! I feel like I'm tiring you out with the long Author's Note, so, off to the fun part!

Stupid. He was stupid, stupid and completely useless. It was the simplest of task, keep the stupid Mudblood imprisoned, and yet he had failed. At times like that, Bellatrix really felt ashamed for her husband. How had he managed to fail like that?

Of course, Rodolphus wasn't aware of the fact that she knew about his failure and his upcoming punishment. And that was to her benefit, actually. She didn't really care for him, and of course she didn't love him. She knew that he had some strong feelings for her, but she had never allowed him to think that she returned those feelings. Yet, she didn't want him to die. Not because she loved him, that wasn't the case at the least. But what would happen with her family and the other Deatheaters if her husband got killed because of his stupidity? She couldn't allow that. But, there was one problem with this. The Dark Lord's fury was immeasurable this time, and she couldn't think of anything to convince him to spare her useless husband's life.

When she returned home the previous night, she hadn't found him there. She wondered where he was; he hadn't showed up in the Deatheater meeting that evening, as well, probably out of shame. Bellatrix had thought that probably it was the best thing from his part to do, since there was no way he would make it alive throughout the meeting, because of Voldemort's anger for his failure. Not finding her husband at home, she decided to wait for him, just to reassure him that she remained loyal and supportive to him through this situation. It would be much to her benefit if Rodolphus thought that she loved him so much as well, this she knew. Thus, she waited all alone in the house until he finally showed up, looking like a mess. Probably he had been drinking all night, but Bellatrix couldn't blame him.

After Rodolphus had managed to recover somehow from his drunken state, he had talked to her. He had informed her about his failure, and about the fact that his very life was hanging by a threat. Bellatrix had done her best to appear worried and caring, and obviously he had convinced him. And then, he had told her to stay out of this. She hadn't said anything. She had simply nodded and reassured him that she wouldn't get involved in any way, that she understood that she would only get things more messed up if she didn't stay out, and so he had believed her.

Now, it was almost midnight, and she was walking quickly to her Lord's Manor, to do exactly what Rodolphus had begged her not to. How stupid he was! Did he really believe that he could get off the hook all by himself? The only thing he could achieve was to anger the Dark Lord even more and get an even more painful death, if Bellatrix didn't help things. She didn't know exactly what to do about that, and she was well aware of the fact that she would probably anger him enough to kill them both, but she knew that her Lord wouldn't kill her. Never her. She would do anything for him, anything to show him how loyal she was to him, and she knew he was aware of that.

After a few minutes, she was outside of her Lord's Manor, facing the huge gates. She lifted her left forearm and the gates opened, allowing her to pass, and soon she was inside the manor, in a big living room. She threw her coat on one sofa, and kept walking, her hands clenched nervously on her dress. she was dressed simply, with a dark grey dress with a short button line on the front and a black corset and boots. She really didn't care that much for her appearance at the moment, though. She headed to the study room, where she supposed he would be, and knocked the door lightly. She waited for a few moments and then entered.

As she expected, she found him sitting on the bog chair behind his desk, but she also saw another man standing close to the desk, a man with long, blond hair; Lucius Malfoy. She had never liked that man, but now she could only wonder what her sister's husband was doing there.

Voldemort smirked as he saw her.

"Why, Bellatrix, what a pleasant surprise!" he hissed, and Bellatrix knelt down on the carpet.

"Master," she murmured, "I-"

"You're here for your husband, am I correct?" Voldemort cut her off.

Bellatrix gulped and then shot a quick glare to Lucius, who was now grinning triumphantly, which didn't go unnoticed by Voldemort.

"Lucius," he said coldly while turning to his Deatheater, "I would like to speak to Bellatrix privately, if you don't mind."

Lucius bowed his head quickly and murmured a quick "of course, Master", and then left the room and the Manor as quickly as he could. Bellatrix took a small breath, but, before she was able to talk, the Dark Lord cut her off once again. "Did your dear husband beg you to come here and tell me to spare his worthless life?" he asked mockingly, but his anger for Rodolphus's failure was still obvious.

"My Lord, Rodolphus doesn't know I'm here," she whispered, now suddenly taken over by fear. What the well was she thinking? Why had she come here?

"Ah, so you disobeyed your husband's orders and decided to get involved in his business?" Voldemort insisted, making Bellatrix feel really uncomfortable. She could understand why he was treating her like that, he was obviously furious, and she wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly hit her with a cruciatus curse.

"My Lord," she started, "I didn't come here to beg for my husband's life, or try to make it look like it he doesn't need to be punished." She gathered all her courage, and went on, now observing her Master's expression carefully. "I just… I just want to say that… Umm... I don't think that you should kill him, my Lord, with all due respect," she said. She wasn't sure of what the hell she was saying. It was nothing close to what she had planned of telling him, but now it seemed like her mind couldn't work properly. Not because of Rodolphus; her husband was the last person she was thinking of right now, even though she was here because of him. All she could think of was her Master, who was sitting only a few steps away from her…

She always felt like that when she was close to him; like she couldn't say anything, like she forgot how to breathe. Even at moments like this, she found herself thinking of being close to him, touching him, even kissing him…

What the hell are you thinking? She yelled at herself mentally. She was here for Rodolphus, not for…

"So, Bella, allow me to assume that you came all the way to here to beg me to spare Rodolphus's life, right?" Voldemort sneered.

Bellatrix gulped, and tried to make herself focus on the matter at hand. "My Lord," she said weakly, "I just don't think that you... Well… I…" she found herself unable to finish the sentence, as she watched him stand up and walk around his huge, wooden desk and coming closer to her.

"Rise, Bella," he hissed, and she quickly obeyed, forcing herself on her feet and looking straight into his eyes. His eyes… So beautiful, so intense, so… Wake up! She screamed in her head.

"You understand," she heard her Lord say, and she saw a slight smirk on his face. Had he seen what she was thinking? "…that, by coming here, you could have put your husband in even greater danger, and yourself as well along with him?"

Bellatrix nodded. Yes, she knew.

"I could punish you in his place, if you're so desperate to save him," he added, amused by the look on her face.

"M-my Lord, I-" she stuttered, unaware of what to say.

"But, then, you didn't do anything wrong, apart form disobeying your husband, of course," he added, now standing so close to her that she could kiss him…

"I… I didn't, my Lord… I always obey you, Master, I-"

"I know, my Bella, I know you would do anything for me," he said in a barely audible voice, that made Bellatrix shiver.

"Anything, my Lord…" she whispered, and then she froze completely. She saw his hands travel to her bust, and then touch and unbutton the first of the five buttons on the front of her dress. She instantly stopped breathing, her eyes wide open.

"M-master, I-"

"Yes, my Bella?" he asked lightly, as his hands undid the second and third of the buttons, his eyes now focused on what he was doing.

"I-" she didn't know what to say. She looked at his face, and his eyes looked up and straight into hers, making her feel really unfocused.

Then, in a sudden moment, his lips captured her own in a fierce, rough kiss, in which she responded passionately after overcoming the shock. He pulled her head back and kept kissing her, completely dominating her, and after several long seconds, he lifted her up again, breaking the kiss. She panted, and looked straight into his eyes, which were now glowing bright red. With one move that left her breathless, he pushed her hard against the wall and kissed her roughly again, only breaking the kiss for both to take some air.

"My Lord," she moaned, feeling something beyond pleasure and excitement, as his hands worked on her corset, loosening it and throwing it on the floor. He took her dress off, too, as he placed rough kisses on her neck, making her moan. Her hands flew to undo his own robes, but he pinned them against the wall, and bit down on her neck, making her groan in both pain and pleasure. After a while she attempted to reach down to kiss him once more, and, to her surprise, he allowed the kiss, while he started undoing his robes. Soon, they were both naked, both breathing heavily, so he hoisted her legs up and wrapped them around him.

"And what will your dear husband say about this?" he breathed, looking just as aroused as her. She wrapped her hands around his neck, as if begging him to go on, and managed to growl "I don't care." And with that, he took her, sending her to heaven.

After a few hours, and once his lust was completely satisfied, she took her dress from the floor and redressed quickly, aware of the fact that he was watching her. She blushed and tried to speed up, and, once she was done, she straightened up and looked at her Lord, passion still burning in her eyes.

"Master," she said, but she didn't manage to say anything else.

He smirked. "I suppose, my Bella, that you understand that I will most likely expect this kind of service more often in the future," he said.

She grinned, unable to hide her enthusiasm. "Of course, my lord," she said.

"You may leave now," Voldemort said, and she realized it was time to go. She bowed her head and murmured "thank you," and turned around to leave.

"Oh, and Bella," she heard him say and turned her head, her eyes still full of passion. "You may tell your unworthy husband that lord Voldemort has decided to spare his life."

Bella nodded. "Thank you, my Lord," she said, and left the room, feeling something more than just excited. She didn't even notice that she had forgotten to redo the buttons of her dress.

Only a few hours later, Bellatrix was lying on her comfortable bed, next to her husband. She had carefully removed Rodolphus's arm which was protectively wrapped around her from her, and couldn't hold her smile. Her husband was really a fool. She hadn't been expecting such an outburst from him, but she had been able to quickly stand for herself and make the stupid man run to her and hug her, kiss her, and feel sorry for her. She was more than satisfied with her self.

Rodolphus actually thought that the Dark Lord had raped her now, and that actually was to her benefit. Rodolphus would now do anything to comfort her, plus, he would owe her some bog favor for "sacrificing her self to save her love". Bellatrix smirked, and then feel asleep, in a sleep full of dreams of her master.