The hand moved up higher and Carmen edged a little bit closer while looking down at her lap. Though this was what she wanted, she was afraid of the situation. Carmen did not know if he would hurt her or not. There was no way to know and it would be foolish to trust the man. Voldemort on the other hand was trying silently to let the male hormones take over. His other hand moved to her lower back now and he stroked the bare skin there. Such soft skin warm and a pleasure. Voldemort growled softly and Carmen slowly looked up at him with a shiver. This was so wrong. He should not be here. He should not be touching her. More so, he should not be enjoying it. Carmen knew that this was almost over. She hesitated for a moment and then decided to take one last leap.
She shifted slightly and then leaning upwards, Carmen kissed him now. The kiss was soft and tempting and showed her lust and her fear all at the same time. His lips were un moving at first and then he captured her lower lip between his own. There was a constant low growl in his throat though he did not push her away. When Carmen broke the kiss, his hands tightened on her for a moment but after a moment, he allowed her to move back and Carmen backed away slightly before she stood and stripped the small items of clothing before laying on her back on the bed. She could not stop the blush from rising in her face and throat. The Dark Lords cold eyes moved over the offering and he felt that he no longer wanted to hold back. He would take it. Why fight?
Without a word, Voldemort stood. He took the cloak off and let it slip to the floor. His body was smooth and pale. It was firm and not showing his age in the least. It did not take more than a minute for him to move over her now. Carmen opened her legs to him and Voldemort slipped between her thighs. Carmen's arms went up around his shoulders slowly and her lips came to move across his chin and then he was gone. It surprised both of them as Voldemort was yanked backwards and landed on his knees at the side of the bed. His head was now at her naval and his hands had formed claws with his nails digging into her hips as he tried to stop the movement. Three nails had broken the skin and trickles of blood were visible. Carmen hissed in pain.
Voldemort snarled and he snatched up his wand from his cloak before getting quickly to his feet and turning around. Suri stood there. The elf looked like she was going to drop dead of fear right there. Voldemort was full of surprise at her actions. Where the hell did she get the nerve to interfere with him? What had come over her? Never had Suri done anything like this before. Then his anger set in.
"How dare you?" Voldemort hissed now. He took the few steps forward closing the distance between them and then grabbed the elf by the throat. He hauled her up into the air and Suri gagged as his hand tightened cutting off her air supply. A number of punishments went through his mind now. He could curse her painfully for the remainder of the night but then she would be useless to him until she recovered. He could feed her to Nagini but then he would be without a house elf. Voldemort stalked across the room and then flung open the door before hurling the elf down the hallway and then down the staircase. Suri cried out as she hit each wooden step painfully. She was lucky that he did not do worse. It was not as if he were going to kill the woman. The thumps of her body colliding with the steps echoed in the house as did the bedroom door being slammed shut again.
He should leave. He should get out of this room. Carmen figured that that was it. Everything was finished. She sighed and looked down as she pulled pulled the covers back over her legs. She did not look back up at him however. Carmen was disappointed but she forced herself to remain silent. She could not think of anything to do now and when the door closed as he left, Carmen slowly lay back down and she turned out the light to try to sleep.
Carmen looked good. She was dressed in hip hugging black slacks and a teal soft cotton v-neck sweater. The black ankle boots clicked on the wooden floor of the Leaky Cauldron. She had traveled there by floo and now she ran a hand through her loose hair. Carmen caught the eye of many a man in the business. She ignored them and they said nothing. For those that knew the events surrounding Voldemort or those that were deatheaters, rumor had gotten out that the Dark Lord had an eye for Carmen. No one wanted to touch that. Most valued their lives.
The relationship had changed. Progress was not the right term for it however. He had still not done more than touch her. Carmen had caught his gaze a number of times on her but when she looked at him, he looked away quickly. He had allowed her to go out today. It still bothered her that she had to get his permission to leave the house but it was better than the alternative. Carmen walked right through the room and then down the hallway and out the back door.
She knew where she was going and once in Diagon Alley, she barely turned her head to look at any of the few shop windows displays as she walked at a steady pace along the cobble stone road towards Knockturn Alley. Her hair bounced around her face with each step. She looked beautiful but deadly. Bellatrix moved down the grey stone steps into the alley. Once she reached level ground, there were witches here trying to sell wears. But these were not like the wears one would normally find up in Diagon Alley. These were severed fingers and poisons and cursed items. Carmen ignored all of this. She kept her head held high and continued walking until she came to the shop she was looking for.
It was a small bookshop. Dingy and generally unpopular. But Carmen liked it here. The little bell over the door rang as Carmen stepped inside and the shop keeper, a cold heart and conceited man glanced at her. He did not pay her attention for long. He went back to whatever he was doing behind the counter. No matter, Carmen knew what she was looking for. She moved along the aisles picking up books every now and then as she went along. She had four in her arms when the door opened once more. Surprised, Carmen turned to look at the new comer. She recognized the deatheater away and it was clear by the flirty smile her gave her that the recognition was mutual.
Carmen looked down but not before he saw the small smile on her own lips. She knew this was dangerous. The Dark Lord thought of Carmen as his property. Derick knew this too. It was on his mind as he walked towards Carmen now. But he also knew the type of life she was living. "Hello beautiful." He purred at her and then chuckled. "Lucky me, seeing you here." Carmen looked up at him now. "Derick." She said in greeting. He was a handsome man, the traditional handsome. Tall, dark, and built. Clean shaven and well dressed. "I do like to read." Carmen said now and then gestured with the books. "I've read all the books in the manor." Derick stepped a little closer to her and opened his mouth to tell her that there were other things he could show her to occupy her time when the door of the shop opened again.
The blond woman whom had entered drew a disgusted sigh from Carmen. "Derick?" The blond sang in a way that made Carmen want to kill her on the spot. Derick stiffened and then turned to face the woman. The blond was pretty. Tall, leggy and dressed in tight clothes under her robes. "I thought you were going to be right back." The blond continued. Carmen turned away now and started down the aisle away from Derick. "I found someone to interest me." Derick retorted. Carmen chuckled under her breath. The blond was silent for a long moment as she stared at Carmen's back. Jealousy filled her eyes. "By this...this little slut?" She asked now. "His whore?" Even she was not going to connect Carmen to the Dark Lord by name.
All hell would have broken out now if not for the remarkable situation that presented itself now. The door opened once more and all three turned towards it. Carmen gasped softly, Derick stepped closer to her side automatically and Emma, the blond bit her tongue. The shop keeper was the first to speak. "My Lord. it is an honor." He hurried behind the Dark Lord to look the door and pull the blinds. Even in Knockturn Alley it was not expected to see this man in the flesh. Voldemort ignored the shop keeper. He had noticed the way Derick had moved beside Carmen and it angered him instantly.
Voldemort stepped forward briskly. His eyes moved to Carmen and then to the floor beside him. It was clear what he wanted. Carmen moved to stepped forward when Derick took her hand as if to stop her. It was discrete but still, extremely foolish. Carmen pulled her hand away and moved to Voldemort's side. "it is time for you to return to the manor."The Dark Lord told her and Carmen nodded without pause. She had not had much time here but Carmen was sure that Voldemort had seem what had just happened and for Derick's sake, she did not want to anger the man. The fact was Voldemort had seen it. He did not like anyone touching Carmen. They had no right. She was his and no one else's. Through his mind went numerous scenarios in which he could kill this man but his attention was caught by the third death eater, the blond vixen, Claudia.
She moved to his other side. Much closer than he liked. "I have things I would like to speak with you, my Lord." She purred up at him. It was clear to everyone but Claudia how much the Dark Lord did not care for anything she had to say. Then again, she was a death eater and it was possible that whatever she had to say may reference Harry Potter. "At the Manor." He told Claudia in a cold tone. "Carmen will take you." With that, Voldemort was gone. He had apparated on the spot. Carmen stood there for a moment more. She sneered at Claudia. "I trust you know the way." Then she moved to the counter, paid for her books and then was gone. She didn't care if the other woman made it to the Manor or not...