I'm in love with a zombie
Can't keep his hands off me
I think he's looking at me
But he's looking right through me…
~Natalia Kills, "Zombie"
Bellatrix had done what she had to do, what she had been ordered to do. There had been no room for emotion, no room for regret when she had done what her master had told her to do. Emotion was for the weak, remorse was for the light-hearted, objection to her lord's orders was for the disloyal, for the traitors.
She was no weak, she was no disloyal. She would obey her lord, no matter what; she knew he was right, she would never dare disrespect him and question his decisions.
To her great surprise and relief, Rodolphus had raised no objections when she had announced she was going to leave, to go and buy the potion that would kill the fetus. She had been prepared for desperate arguments from his side, even for a fight between her and her husband, but no such thing had happened; Rodolphus had let her go, and she had, without saying anything else to him.
She didn't know how she felt. When she had first found out about her pregnancy, she had been furious, desperate, with little idea of what to do. She had been confused, and almost certain that there was no way she was going to keep it. After some long conversations with Narcissa, though, she had considered the idea of actually accepting the baby and think about a future as a mother.
She could have been happy with a child, she could have had a family of her own. She could have had all that.
And then her master had found out, and his reaction had been exactly what Bella had expected, perhaps even milder. She hadn't wanted to tell him, and she had loathed herself for that, for daring keep secrets from her lord. But she hadn't been able, she had been too afraid of the consequences.
He did not want it, of course, and there was no reason why he would ever desire to have a child. She always obeyed him, always knew that whatever he told and did was the right thing to do, and she had done what he had ordered her to do. No remorse; it was for the light-hearted.
Bella was strong, and she wouldn't let a lost baby make her a weak little crying girl; she was a fierce woman, a warrior, a warrior who fought for her master, and her master wouldn't want her to be weak. She couldn't –she wouldn't disappoint her master.
There was no baby now, and she didn't feel sad. She only felt anxious, anxious about how her lord was going to greet her this time, what he was going to tell her, whether he would be pleased or angry at her. She was sitting on the edge of a huge bed, in his privet chambers, waiting. Waiting for him.
Her eyes were staring blankly at the dark green tapestry, her mind full of thoughts of what she had done and whether it had been the right thing to do. Yes, it was the right thing to do, since her master had told her so.
"Bella," a cold, clear voice acknowledged as a tall, black-hooded figure entered the chambers, wand still at hand.
"My lord," Bellatrix murmured, and quickly left the bed to fall onto her knees before him, without waiting for him to request her to do so. She kept her eyes lowered to the floor, waiting for him to speak first.
"You have waited for long?" Voldemort asked as he removed his black, thick coat, however his voice showing no concern, as if he was merely asking just to say something to her.
"No, my lord."
"You're lying," Voldemort said softly, sending shivers down her spine. "How long have you been waiting for?"
"About forty-five minutes, my lord, but it wasn't that long, I-" Bellatrix hurried to say, fearing that perhaps he would accuse her of impatience, but didn't manage to finish her words.
"Well, I had business to do," the Dark Lord commented, and the tone of his voice let Bella understand that she was not going to find out what kind of business that was. Before she could say anything else, he cut her off again. "Did you do as you were ordered?" he asked her sharply, clearly referring to her short pregnancy.
"Yes, my lord," she whispered, hoping that maybe, just maybe he was going to praise her for obeying, something that he had not done for a long time now.
"Good," was the only thing he said, before taking off his traveling cloak, as well, leaving himself in simple, plain black robes. There was an awkward silence, at least from Bellatrix's part, whose hands nervously clung on the long skirt of her dress.
"Does your husband know?" Voldemort asked, breaking the silence, much to Bellatrix's relief. That kind of question was definitely not one she would prefer to answer at the moment, but she much preferred it to staying silent and awkward in front of him.
"He- He does, my lord."
"And what were his reactions?" the Dark Lord demanded to know, looking down at his servant in a cold, emotionless gaze.
"He… Well, he did not say anything, merely said that if it is your wish for me to… dispose of the fetus, then that is what I should do, master," Bellatrix answered, not wanting to reveal any information about her encounter with her husband regarding the baby, that now did not exist.
Voldemort did not respond, only stood there, watching her as if he was measuring her, before he spoke again. "Rise, Bella, I believe you would find the likelihood to spend the whole night on your knees to be quite unpleasant."
Bellatrix, for a moment, thought she had detected a double meaning behind his words, but chose to ignore it as she found herself blushing slightly at his comment. She quickly obliged and stood on her feet, straightening her back as she did so. Within seconds, he bridged the space between them and now his face was inches away from hers, their lips almost touching.
She felt his cool breath on her face and closed her eyes, once again wanting the moment to last forever. Whatever he put her through, whatever he did, whatever Rodolphus said, she knew that she would never stop wanting him, adoring him more than anything, more than anyone. Every time they were close, like they were now, she allowed herself to forget about everything and everyone, and focus only on him.
Her eyes snapped open again when he felt his cold hand on her cheek, and heard his voice hiss softly next to her ear. "You must always obey me, Bella, always do what I say."
"Yes, my lord," she breathed, eager to feel his lips on hers, unable to think of anything else. Please, she thought, locking gazes with him. She needed to forget about everything she had said to Rodolphus, everything that had happened. She needed him. At long last, their lips met in a slow, yet passionate kiss that got rougher by the second.
"You're mine, Bella, mine," he growled as he pulled away, before his mouth traveled across her jaw line and down her neck, his hands working on her corset. "Only mine."
She didn't say anything; she only sighed as she felt the strings of her corset loosen and the thick material drop to the floor, followed soon after by her dress. In one swift movement, he pushed her down the bed, and Bellatrix overwhelmed the sensation of the soft mattress beneath her and the feeling of her master's body now pressing on top of her.
As he undid his own robes, as well, she felt his lips against the tender skin of her neck once again, and moaned in delight. "Say it, Bella," he growled, pressing his now bare body against hers, causing another moan to escape her lips.
He continued to kiss every inch of her bare flesh, as she was once again lost in heaven. "Say it, Bella," he repeated, his kisses never stopping, making her arch her back against him. "I am yours, master, only yours," she breathed, and she knew it was the total truth. And how she loved speaking nothing but the total truth to him.
"There is something you are going to do for me, Bella," Voldemort murmured in his servant's ear, as they lay entwined in each other's arms, covered with the soft, satin sheets.
Bellatrix squeezed against him, her hand touching his chest, and she closed her eyes. She didn't want this moment to end, she wanted to stay there, without talking, just lying against him, feeling his soft skin against hers, kissing him, maybe telling him how much she loved him…
At first, she didn't respond, and he allowed her to remain silent, as his arm wrapped around her and held her possessively, his lips touching her soft black curls. After a few moments passed, Bella's voice broke the comfortable silence.
"Anything, my lord," she murmured, her eyes still closed.
He pressed a tender kiss on her forehead, and she smiled. "I will do anything you ask me."
"I know, my beautiful," he whispered, and his hand began to stoke her shoulder, making her relax even more in his embrace. "You are, after all, my most faithful…"
"I am, master," she said softly, and she thought she must be dreaming. Or perhaps she was dead and had gone to heaven.
"Do you know what you are going to do for me?" Voldemort asked her softly, never releasing his possessive hold on her, his lips still pressed against her silky hair.
"What, my lord?" she questioned, still keeping her eyes closed, her smile only growing wider as the seconds passed by.
"You are going to kill Rodolphus," he whispered, and pressed another kiss on the top of her head.
A.N/Hey people! I'm sorry it took me kinda long to update, and I am sorry it is so short, especially after promising that this chapter was going to be longer… Well, I decided to split it in this, and the next one, which will probably be the last one (the chances for it to be so are about ninety-nine percent), and there will probably be some sort of an epilogue after that, as well. I hoped you liked it… I want to thank all my reviewers, you really make my day with your wonderful reviews! Also, I promise the next update will be quicker. Leave a review and tell me what you think –pretty please? :)