::: Chapter 29:::
The Dungeon of Riddle Manor
"I knew you were behind all this pandemonium! You just can't keep away from all this bullshit, can you? You jut love sitting in it! You just love the misery you inflict on people! You probably can't survive without it!"
Voldemort now turned to face his adversary, who now kneeled before him, bleeding and hurt, too weak to even stand. Voldemort wouldn't usually allow remarks like that to be passed in his presence, but, just this instance, he would let it go. The defeated prisoner was just too pathetic to even allow a curse from the almighty Dark Lord to touch his filthy excuse for a body.
Instead of frying the prisoner, Voldemort said calmly, "Courage. That's what I remember most about you, you've got guts. I like that in a person. Tsk, tsk, tsk, a pity though, all that courage gone to waste. Well, I'll just leave you to your new home. I hope it is to your satisfaction."
He turned around to leave his prisoner to get adjusted with his new surroundings when again, the prisoner cried out, "You will never succeed! Just like your past efforts! You and your circle of pathetic dregs are all pathetic!"
Voldemort knew what his prisoner was trying to do, but, no. No one is going to die tonight. There will be a time where all things will happen, and this time, the Dark Lord will not be so careless.
In His Room
She's sleeping…..
Quietly, he came closer to her and sat down at the edge of the bed to get a closer look. She looked so peaceful as she slept. He could barely hold his need to touch her but he didn't want to wake her up and disturb the peace that she so beautifully portrays in her sleep. His fingers started to hover over her face as he memorized her every feature.
So beautiful…..how could a creature be so….beautiful……
She started to shift and he could see her eyes moving under her eyelids.
What are you dreaming about, my sweet?
He took his wand and gently touched the tip of his wand to her forehead before touching it to his own. A ray of white light emerged from Bella's to his own forehead, linking him to Bella's mind. He shut his eyes to delve deeper into her mind, watching Bella in her own dreams.
There she is….
He saw her standing solitarily, staring out into a beautiful full moon. They were standing somewhere in an open field, he had no idea where they are. She seemed anxiously searching for something. Suddenly, she broke into a run.
He followed her. She seemed to have spotted something in the distance, something he could not see. Still, he followed her.
Suddenly, she stopped. A figure appeared in the distance, it was however hard for him to see who the person is. The figure was emanating so much bright light that his eyes teared, and still he tried to see who that figure was. He squint his eyes but still, he could not see. He looked over at Bella, she stood there, looking at the direction of the figure, but she was totally unaffected by the light. He heard her whisper a name: Faustus.
Faustus?
He looked up again in the direction of the figure, still he could not see. Another figure appeared, this one, closer to where he and Bella are standing. Voldemort could see this figure, he was as clear as day, as if the person was really there: Rodolphus.
Rodolphus started walking, closer and closer towards Bella. His hand outstretched to reach for hers. Bella too held out her hand as she started walking toward him. Her movements were slow though and her gaze kept changing from Faustus to Rodolphus, as if she was unsure. Their fingertips are almost touching now…..almost….
Suddenly, Rodolphus exploded into a cloud of black dust. Bella's eyes widened with shock at the sight of the figure exploding before her. The air began to feel heavier and heavier that it suffocated her. She was choking with every breath that she took in, her knees began to buckle. Her hands held on to her throat, her vision started to blur. She was helpless under a power so strong, that it had started overtaking her as she fell to the ground…..
Bella jolted awake. Cold sweat beaded her forehead, her heart had not stopped pounding and she was breathing so heavily. She glanced around her, breathing a heavy sigh of relief as she did so, taking in comfort that it was all only a dream. She looked over to his side of the bed. He wasn't back yet from wherever he went. For some reason or another, she felt quite relieved at the fact.
She wiped her sweat from her forehead and laid herself back down as her breathing began to normalize again. It took her only a few seconds before she fell into another deep sleep.
Unaware to her, the Dark Lord had seen her every move, her every thought and literally, seen her dream. His jaw tightened and so has his grip on his wand. Still, he continued to stay within the shadows, watching her.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies- Elizabeth E. Bowen
Early Next Morning
Bellatrix started to stir at the sound of a voice waking her from her slumber and her eye lids fluttered open accompanied with a frown. Bella was never a morning person, she preferred dusk to dawn. Sometimes she wondered if the only reason why she liked it so much was because of what it used to mean for her. Sometime in the past, a long, long time ago, Bella used to look out the window and stared out at the sun as it disappears beneath the horizon. This was the time when Bellatrix would shine. Bella was like a star, giving off light and strength to the moon as it shines its light upon the Earth.
She was the Dark Lord's right hand man. He depended on her for almost anything and she did everything she could so he would be proud of her. Bella knew the extent of the Dark Lord's generosity more than all the other Death Eaters and she knew she deserved everything that he had given her. Every mission she was sent on to lead would prove to be a success making the Dark Lord even more dependent on her. Bella's confidence and superiority in her tactical and dueling skills was a definite boost to the Dark Lord's ego for he was her mentor. Bella somehow knew that her presence made the Dark Lord feel even more powerful and he loved it just as much as it pleasured her to make him feel that way.
At times when he decided not to send her out on a mission, Bella knew he had other plans for her. It was these few but precious occasions that Bella look forward to almost everyday. He was the first man Bella ever allowed herself to be dominated in bed (and of course in all other situations). Bella had no doubts what-so-ever about her skills in bed and all the other men Bella had bedded always begged her to bed them again but Bella wasn't interested.
The only two men Bella had ever allowed herself more than once are the Dark Lord himself and Rodolphus.
"Bella…Bella… wake up. Bella," the voice sounded again.
Bella's eyes began to focus and she could see the figure more clearly now. It was Rodolphus.
"Rod?' Bella said groggily. ' Wha---what the hell are you doing he---" Bella said as she yawned.
"I came to talk to you." He said.
"Are you crazy or something?' Bella said as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. 'What if the Dark Lord sees you here? He'll kill both of us!"
"Don't worry. He won't be back until this afternoon. He told me himself." Rod said as he placed his hands on her shoulder trying to calm her down.
"He came back? Where did he go? Do you know? When did he leave?" Bella yawned again as she rubbed her eyes.
"Yes, he came back, he was here when he called me over and no, he never said a word about where he was going. He just left. Anyway, let's talk. Is anything wrong?" Rod said as he peered into her face.
"You're asking me? You're the one who wanted to talk."
"Bella I know you. Last night, you were acting kind of weird and that is what I want you to talk to me about. Are you having any problems with our Lord?"
"No….no…nothing's the matter. I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not the one with problems. Maybe you do. You're the one who was late last night. Where were you?" Bella said as she poked him in the shoulder, her eyebrows raised.
Rod didn't answer for a minute and then, his lips broke into a smile. "Alright, alright. I know it was unloyal of me to be late for the meeting, an urgent one no less but…I was in the middle of something,' he was getting a sly look on his face and Bella knew what he meant. 'I was at the peak of my performance when he called me. I just had to finish it before I came over here. And that's actually what I came here to talk to you about." Rod said with a grin on his face.
Bella stared back into his boyish face, deliberating whether or not she should ask him who he was screwing. Oh…..what the heck!
"Who was it?" Bella asked him, trying to act as calm as possible though inside she was repeating to herself, Not Aurelia…not Aurelia….please not Aurelia….not Aurelia….
"Aurelia."
As soon as the word came out, Bella felt like her heart had sunk. Right now she could feel a huge lump form in her throat and was battling to force it down.
"Sweet huh?' Rod was saying. 'I tell you Bella she was the best fuck I've had in months. She was a wild cat, you wouldn't believe how many scratches I got; on my arms my back and my ass." Rod told her animatedly, hand gestures and all.
After everything was said, Bella knew it was her turn to speak just so the situation would not turn awkward.
"That's good." She croaked.
"Good? Good? That's all you can say? She's crazy good….she's super good. But of course, she can't hold a candle to you though. Like I said before, you're an awesome fuck. She was just different, you know and Bella.' He said and he suddenly paused and grabbed her hands before continuing. 'Bella, I think I may be in love with her."
Bella's heart sank.
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