::: Chapter 16 :::
"Don't go too far, darling."
"I won't!"
"He won't Mother. I'll make sure of it.' Rodolphus said to her impatiently. 'Honestly woman you keep telling the boy don't do this, don't do that. Why don't you just shut up? Besides, he is Faustus Liam Black. He is a Black isn't he? The more you tell him not to do something the more he'll disobey you. So take my advice: Shut up!"
Bellatrix Black sat on the bench just outside of Riddle Manor squinting her eyes to block out the sun while watching her son play with his favorite Uncle Rodolphus, to whom she was casting a dirty look at although she doubt if he could even see her glaring at him in the unrelenting brightness of the sun.
Ten years ago, Bella could never have dreamed that this is how her life could turn out. Everything that she had hoped for had come true; everything and even more.
Life couldn't possibly get any better than this. The influence of the Death Eaters are once again spreading rapidly only this time, Voldemort had managed to stretch his influence throughout the entire world. Pure-blood supporters grew rapidly in numbers and not a single day goes by without news of uprisings and overthrown governments and more importantly, not one of these incidents forget to mention the Dark Mark that was conjured during each attempt.
Their son is turning five on the day after tomorrow and Bella was looking forward to it. This meant that Voldemort could be coming back anytime now. Amidst all this excitement, there was only one thing that Bella could never get enough of: Voldemort. He was an enigma. Everything about him is unexplainable. Bella, having lived with him through all this years could still not figure out his behavior. His moods and whims change ever so often and at times even they could even contradict him.
He was also often away on one of his trips doing something that Bella knows nothing about and these trips would cause him to be away for as long as weeks, leaving Bella feeling so lonely. Rodolphus would pay her visits once in awhile but he was often needed elsewhere. After all, they are running a huge empire, bigger than the one they used to have.
Faustus' presence however had been such a blessing. She loved watching him getting up with his antics and she could never explain even to herself how she could get so excited when he said his first word and took his first few steps which she knows would happen eventually.
Unfortunately, Voldemort was never there during these instances and Bella yearned for someone to share it with. She had tried to tell Voldemort of what a wonderful impact he would be if he had tried to be a part of Faustus' life and each time he would say, "I'll do my best."
At times she felt unsure of whether Voldemort had wanted Faustus. Sometimes he would treat Faustus as though he was a nuisance, something undesirable that he had not intended to happen, at times he would treat Faustus with overwhelming care.
There was once an incident that happened in which Faustus almost got himself burnt while playing with the poker in front of the fireplace while Bella fell asleep on the armchair. Luckily Voldemort had arrived just in time to alleviate the tragedy that could have happened. Unlike Faustus, Bella however, got the worst of it. Voldemort was so angered by her carelessness, he had inflicted the Cruciatus curse on her until she passed out. She was not furious at his action instead, she felt as though the incident had allowed her suspicions on his non-caring attitude towards their son to rest.
However, there are other times when he behaved as though he did not even care at all about Faustus. She just couldn't understand him.
"Rod, will you stay and watch him? I'm going back in the house, this heat is unbearable." Bella said to Rod who nodded in reply, as she got off the bench and walked towards the Manor. She gave a heavy sigh as she shut the door behind her and started down the empty hallways.
Upon passing his den, she paused. She suddenly realized that apart from discussing with Voldemort about the progress of the Death Eaters during the times when he was home, she never actually knew what else he has been up to. She remembered the scripture by Salazar Slytherin, the one she had helped him to decipher. Although she had helped him, they were all broken up into parts so the scripture would be more meaningful if she had them all in one piece. When she asked him about the scripture, he said that the explanation is not as important now as it will be later.
Forgetting what he had said, she made a decision and stepped across the threshold into his territory. She was going to find out what the Scripture was all about. It was the only thing she knew that was important to him so, whatever was important to him was just as important to her.
Just when she was about to pull the drawer open, a loud crack sounded at the doorway. Voldemort is back.
"Tom,' Bella looked up at the spot where he had appeared. 'You're back!"
"Yes, I am. What are you doing here?" Voldemort asked her, his hands clasped behind his back as he eyed her suspiciously.
"I…I was missing you,' she began. 'So…I—I needed to be in a place that most feels like you."
He was silent for a moment and then he held out a hand to her, "Come to me."
She smiled and ran into his arms and held on tightly to his robes. He kissed her gently on the lips, and then with more passion as she held him closer to her with her arms around his neck. She wasn't lying when she had said that. She had been missing him, being in his aura, his intelligence, his ruthlessness.
Each time they were together, Bella could hardly even believe anything could ever make her happier. He shared everything with her; well almost everything. Unlike years ago, Bella could actually feel that he cares for her. He is concerned whether or not she has had her meal, he fulfills her desires both physically and mentally, he complements her when she gets a new hair do and all other things she could not have even remotely imagined he would actually do.
The best thing that he had ever done for her was to acknowledge her as his Dark Lady during the last sit-down of representatives of the various Death Eater factions from countries around the world.
Their kiss was getting even deeper and she knew that he had missed her too. He lifted her up and carried her over to the table. His hands started to explore her body making her moan each time he touches her at a particularly sensitive spot. Gently, she pushed him back and swapped places with him so that he was leaning against the table.
She started her journey down south slowly, placing soft kisses on his neck and chest. She noticed his tenting trousers and slowly unzipped them. She reached inside and pulled out his hard organ. She started to caress it with her fingers, making him moan. She started teasingly, gently allowing her tongue to graze over the tip making him buck slightly towards her mouth impatiently. She smiled at his impatience and finally gave in, taking him fully into her mouth. He placed his hand on the back of her head pushing her closer towards him.
When it was all over, she moved up again so that she was level with him.
"Did you miss me?"
"Yes, I did.' He said and took her mouth with his again and turned her over. 'Now spread your legs." He demanded.
She gladly obeyed him. His hands began to reach into her robes, reaching for her panties, pulling them down slowly. Her heart started pounding faster and faster. He slipped into her slowly, relishing the feeling of being inside of her as he moaned. The pace started to quicken as he began thrusting into her faster and harder. He pulled her up against him, holding her body tight against his. She buried her face in his neck as her nails dug deep into his back, making him groan. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, making her head snap back eliciting a cry from her. He took her lips with his, biting down on her lower lip, tasting the sweetness of her blood.
He gave a final thrust as they both leaned against each other, panting hard.
"Oh….that was wonderful, my Lord…..that was wonderful Tom." She said in between breaths.
Moments later, they started to get dress.
"Have you heard of what happened in Romania?" Voldemort asked her while pulling up his pants.
"Yes I read about it in the papers. They've overthrown the government."
"And that my dear, is the 27th nation that we have conquered. Soon all the world will follow suit." Voldemort said, a gleam of pride in his eyes.
Bella had just finish tightening the strings on her corset which were on her front when he grabbed her by the waist from behind.
"Soon, we will have the whole world at our feet, our world. No half-bloods, purebloods, muggles. We shall finally achieve our purpose." He said as he kissed the top of her head.
"We will…..I know you will. I've always had faith in you.' Bella said. 'I must be the luckiest woman alive to have you by my side."
"Of course you are my dear,' he said as he let her go and went over to sit on the chair in front of the table. 'No other woman can be luckier than you are because you have me to care for you."
Bella walked over and sat down at his knees. "Yes I am. I've never doubted that." Bella said, her eyes shone with admiration as she stared at him, feeling overwhelmed by his presence.
"I will care for you and only for you. Remember that."
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