"I have a mission for you, Bellatrix." He said as she entered the room.
"Yes, my Lord." she answered him. He was facing the window, his hands behind his back, tightly clasped together as he looked out for only a moment at the grounds before turning to her. Her head dropped to a bow, eyes on the floor and not on his face.
"You are to find Cobalt Tallis for information regarding the elder wand. He was a close friend of Olivanders in their younger years. Do what you have to do to find out where it is. He resides in a French town called Dyon. Am I understood?"
She nodded quickly, recalling the key information that she needed –elder wand, Tallis, Dyon, "Yes master."
"Good. Now, come. On your knees." He said as he sat down.
A sudden flooding of desire rushed through her body as he sat, she knew what was coming next, and she was hungry for it. Obedient and quick, she dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers not even slightly tentative in holding to his legs and slipping up to his belt.
A cool, quiet chuckle made her pause for only a moment before his strong grip in her hair stopped her fast and forced her hands to his instead.
"All in due time." He murmured before he drew a dagger from his desk top, pulling her slightly in order to reach the slender, sharp item.
She remained quiet as he let go of her hair and bought the dagger to his own hand. She watched him intently, wanting to know what he was doing before he suddenly created a cut in the indent of his hand, above his wrist bone but below the hand bone. He hardly flinched, showing no pain at all, before pressing the wound to split it slightly.
"Master –what..." she started, watching him carefully.
He shushed her calmly while placing the dagger down on the table once more, before moving to grip the back of her neck with his free hand and pressing the wound to her lips.
"Drink." He said calmly as she flinched slightly not sure what he was doing.
She opened her mouth tentatively before encasing the wound between her lips and pressing her tongue to taste the sweet, coppery blood.
Her eyes shut slightly, the act itself more intimate than the many times he had had his hands around her waist or gripping her hips while burying himself into her. Her lips pressed around the wound, teeth digging slightly, but he made no noise of anger or pain. She let the crimson liquid pour down her throat as one hand moved to hold his hand in order to drink his blood and the other remained on his inner thigh.
"Stop." He demanded, after what felt like only a few seconds.
A slight whimper of an answer escaped her lips as she reluctantly let go of his hand.
He glanced over her, merely running his free hand over his wrist and palm making the wound disappear. Only he was her life among the dead, she had no idea what was going on. He drugged her, used her to his sacrifice yet she returned, laid her face on his lap sweetly, as if she were a little girl again. She found some comfort in him still; he was all she had left that she currently knew of. She leant into him as he beckoned her forward, her eyes fluttering shut as his tongue met her lower lip, tasting his blood off her mouth.
"I missed you," she murmured. He chuckled, and stood, pushing her aside.
"I need to you to do something for me, Bellatrix." He started.
"Anything, master." She answered immediately, without a moment's hesitation.
He turned with a slight chuckle, "there are a few people I need for information. I need you to find out something from them. And you will do whatever it takes to find it out. Am I clear?"
"Yes master," she answered again, now standing, "whatever it takes."