Carmen could not stop herself for trembling. Again, and not for the last time, she cursed her own stupidity in coming here. Voldemort poured her a drink and then handed it coldly to her. Very slowly, she lifted one hand and then took it from him. She opened her mouth to thank him but could not force the words out. Her hand shook so badly that the liquid in the class sloshed a bit over the edge and onto her fingers. "Drink it." Voldemort growled at her and Carmen brought the glass to her mouth to obey. He watched her silently for a along moment as he moved to lean against the front of his desk facing her. He was no more than a foot away from the woman.
"What makes you think I would ever even consider enlisting someone stupid enough to come uninvited to my home?" He asked her in a low voice now. Carmen swallowed the liquid and focused on the burn of it going down her throat before she replied. She could not meet his eyes and instead focused on his chest. She found herself wondering if he was wearing anything under the cloak. There had been rumors that he wore nothing underneath... Carmen shook her head slightly to try and clear it. "I..." She started. "I know I should not have come here. It was foolish of me. But... but I have read up on you for years." She fell silent again. What happened next was like a verbal burp. It could not be suppressed. "I've always loved you." She told him and then could have gleefully run away and hide.
There was a painful silence. Carmen had turned beat red and she looked at the floor now. She was waiting for him to speak... to say anything... the silence now was killing her. She opened her mouth to apologize for her outburst but then he finally spoke again. "I can't love you." Was all he told her. Voldemort was not capable of love. He had more pressing matters on his mind. Voldemort wanted desperately to change the subject. "Being a death eater is not to be taken lightly." He told her now. "You could never leave. It cannot be taken back. You would be bound to the position and to your loyalty to me." Carmen still did not meet his eyes but she nodded softly. She knew all of this. "I understand." The fact that she remained where she was confirmed that she was committing herself. Voldemort pulled his wand and Carmen's eyes were instantly on the object. She felt herself begin to hyperventilate.
"Stand up." He ordered coldly. Carmen met his eyes now. Her legs felt weak and she did not think that they would hold her but she tried to stand anyways. She knew it would not be wise to disobey an order from him. Feeling her heart kick into over drive, Carmen stood there. She flinched slightly when his hand came out and took her wrist tightly. He pulled her arm so that it was stretched out in front of her and then placed the tip of his wand against her skin. Carmen did not know if it was the pain of the wand or the fear of what was to come. Yet, as he pressed the wand against her skin so hard that it seemed to disappear into her flesh, Carmen bit her lip to hold back the scared cry. Instead the sound was a whimper. This was nothing however compared to the sensations that followed. With a silent spell from Voldemort, the dark mark began to etch on her skin. It felt like her whole arm was on fire. Like her arm was being held in the heart of great flames. Tears came to her eyes but she forced herself to not try and pull away.
Voldemort watched her face as the dark mark formed. He saw her pain but did not react to it. It confused him how inside, he felt a tinge of remorse. Only a small amount of it mind you but the fact that it was there annoyed him. He never felt for people. There was no reason too he was stronger than all others. The only man he respected was Dumbledore and that was only because the old Headmaster had changed his world. Even still, Voldermort had had Dumbledore murdered. But this woman... Voldermort would have said that it was her open declaration of her love but Bellatrix had done that many times.
He released her now and then turned away from the woman. "Remember," He told her. "You wanted this. You will stay here. You will be my servant. You are never to leave." Carmen had been watching him. As soon as he had released her, her free hand moved to cover the dark mark and trying to sooth the pain. "Never...?" She whispered now... she surprised herself by speaking. "But my job... my friends... I can't stay locked up in here for ever..." She looked down now silent. Voldemort looked at her from the corner of his eye. Perhaps his rules could be altered. After all, none of the others lived in confinement. But he found that he did not want to share her
"You can work if you wish." Voldemort told her after a long moment. "But you are only to leave if I know where you are going and who you will be with." He summoned Suri once more and the elf appeared with drooping ears and fear in her eyes. Her hands were clasped in front of her nervously and she looked down at the floor as she waited to see what he had wanted. "Take her to the prepared guest room." Voldemort told her now. His voice was flat. Suri looked up at him quickly but briefly. The only prepared guest room was Miss Lestrange's room... was Suri the only one who saw something wrong with this situation? She said nothing however. Suri turned to looked at the woman now and then after a moment, she held out one small little hand.
Carmen stood in the center of the bedroom and looked around. Her arm still hurt but she had forgotten about it for the time being. Everything had just happened so fast. Her life had taken a change. A big change. She looked around the room slowly now. It was actually a nice room. That surprised her. There was a large, king sized canopy bed with emerald and silver dressings. The frame was made out of black walnut wood. The bed stood on a silver plush carpet that was in the center of the large room. There was a bathroom off the room as well as silver heavy curtains. There were matching black wood dressers, a wardrobe and a desk with a chair. A beautiful glass chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling. There were no light bulbs, in fact, none in the house. All the light came from white candles.
Downstairs, the front door opened and then shut with a bang. Carmen had no way of knowing who had arrived or left but she did not think the Dark Lord would like for her to make an appearance so she stayed in her room. She moved forward instead exploring the room.
The newcomer had been none other than Bellatrix. The dark haired witch had been here earlier. She had always had a crush on Tom Jr. Once he had allowed her to experience his body but only once. It left her wanting more.
Her heels clicked on the hard wood floor as she made her way to the office. Voldemort was back behind his desk with yet another glass of whiskey. He looked up as Bellatrix opened the office door and then stepped in shutting the door behind her. Voldemort sighed. He was well aware right off the bat that this was not going to end well though he had no idea how bad things were going to get. "What are you doing back here, Bellatrix?" He asked now in a cold tone. "I told you told you to leave." Bellatrix faltered for a moment. She was about to speak when a strange look came over her face and she sniffed the air lightly. Voldemort watched her with slight confusion on his face. After a moment, he sniffed as well and the result put him on edge. Perfume... there was perfume in the air. Bella's eyes narrowed and her lip curled.
"There was a woman here?" Bella hissed now. Voldemort shrugged smoothly. Though he watched her. He was not ignorant to her bouts of insanity and jealousy. "I don't know what you are talking about, Bellatrix." He told her. "Now leave. " He doubted very much however that she would follow his orders this time. There was a creak from upstairs. Both looked up at the ceiling. "Shes still here?" Bellatrix asked now as if she were stunned. Before he could reply, Bellatrix was out of the room and seconds later, he could hear her bounding up the stairs. Voldemort cursed under his breath and then started after her, pulling his wand as he went.
Carmen had seen all she could of the room and had moved back towards the bed. She had just reached the the side of the bed when the bedroom door flew open and ricocheted off the wall with a bang. Carmen spun around towards the sound. She was startled but her body stiffened at the sight of the other woman. Carmen of course knew Bellatrix just by looking at her and she knew the repetition the woman had. Bellatrix let out a low growl and then started towards Carmen who in turn drew her wand. Carmen expected a battle of magic and so when Bellatrix threw herself at Carmen, Carmen was unprepared. Bellatrix shoved Carmen back and on top of the bed before delivering a sharp slap against her cheek. Carmen gasped and then she brought her hands up shoving Bellatrix off of her and onto the floor where the dark haired witch landed with a thump. "You bitch..." Bellatrix growled. "Slut..."
That was when Voldemort appeared in the door way. Bellatrix had started to get back to her feet and Carmen stood slowly. Before either women could do anymore, Voldemort twisted his one hand in Bellatrix's hair and he yanked her down to her knees before him. Bella grunted in pain and one hand pulled out her wand while the other clasped around his wrist. Voldemort jerked her head back sharply. She had pointed her wand up at him before she realized who it was. When her eyes met his, the wand was lowered quickly. Pointing a wand at the Dark Lord was a sure way to die. It was a clear show of dominance and submission. "My Lord?" Bellatrix all but whimpered now. She was surprised by all of this and frightened of this man. "You will leave here, Bellatrix." Voldemort ordered. He spoke in a low an deadly voice. "You will not return unless you are summoned. You are no longer welcome here." With that he used the strength in his arm to shove her still on her knees towards the bedroom door. Bellatrix nearly fell on her face. With a cold glace at Carmen, Bella hurried out in silence though tears formed in her eyes.