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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 17:22:27 GMT -5
Bellatrix walked to the seat closest to her Master, her eyes fixed only on him. She sat down, waiting with bated-breath for when he would tell her whatever it was he wished to speak to her about. She felt thrilled at such an honour to be able to talk to him, and was secretly glad that someone had come knocking to take Cissy away. She wanted her Master for herself; he should always be hers, just as she would always be his...
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 17:43:04 GMT -5
The Dark Lord took a sip of his tea, his long, thin fingers holding the cup in his right hand assuredly. "Bella, my dear," he begins, his voice low with something behind it, as he took his slitted eyes off of the tea cup back up to his faithful servant. "Have you found a husband yet? Seeing as Narcissa is now with Lucius and I hear they are planning on an heir...." He took another sip of his tea before setting it down, detaching his hand from the cup, drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair, slowly as he watched Bellatrix.
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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 17:51:08 GMT -5
Bellatrix flushed under his gaze, slightly surprised at his asking her such a personal question. She had not thought about husbands, although her mother was pressuring her to get engaged. She figured someone would just be chosen for her and that would be the end. She really didn't care, as long as she got to stay close to her Master. He was all that mattered to her, and any husband who got in the way of that would not last long....
"Not at the moment, My Lord," Bellatrix answered in a slightly breathless voice, feeling nervous with a desire to please. Perhaps he wanted her to be married...or perhaps he was hoping she wasn't?
"I'm sure it will not be long before my mother chooses a pureblood son for me though. I, of course, will accept my duty."
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 18:03:08 GMT -5
"That is a most wise decision, Bella," Lord Voldemort resumed nursing his tea, the warmth of the liquid heating his otherwise cold body. "It would be best if you had an heir."
He paused, but continued on, "I must say that any child of Lucius' would be as vain as he is," he commented, in a whisper, so that Narcissa would not hear such an insult. "Who else would put up peacock feathers all over their entry way on top of Peacock statues at the front gates?"
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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 18:12:46 GMT -5
Something flickered in Bellatrix's eyes at the Dark Lord's words. She had never told anyone, but she was sure that she could not have children. That was one of the reasons she tried so hard to please her Master, because for a pureblood woman to not have children was one of the utmost failures.
"Of course, My Lord." Bellatrix murmured in agreement.
At his words about Lucius, a small smile graced her face. She was sure that puffed up peacock, Lucius, would have just as much a puffed up child, but she knew Narcissa would dote on the child anyway.
"Maybe peacocks remind him of himself," Bellatrix joked, her dark eyes lighting up with amusement.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 18:29:24 GMT -5
The Dark Lord laughed, pleased by Bella's mutual amusement over the Malfoy family. "My dearest, Bella... I am overjoyed that someone other than myself finds humor in such things as Lucius' behavior," he said softly, almost reduced to hissing. His scarlet, slitted eyes gaining a bit of a hungry look to them, remembering the last time that they had fun together.
"Shall we have Dolohov go round up some muggles, Bella? Or perhaps a Mudblood family?" he suggested viciously, anticipating the farther entertainment that he would elicit out of watching Bellatrix torture her poor, helpless victims down in the murky dungeons of the Malfoy Manor.
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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 18:38:26 GMT -5
Bellatrix smiled with delight in knowing that she had amused her Master- actually made him laugh. She felt a small sense of pride glowing within her, to know that he was pleased with her.
"My Lord, I would like nothing more than to enjoy the pleasure of your company," Bellatrix purred, a radiant expression in her eyes. Knowing that the Dark Lord wanted to share his passion for torturing filth with her almost brought tears to her eyes.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 19:04:33 GMT -5
Voldemort stood, drawing himself up to his full height, an imposing sight for most. Yet, Bellatrix was closer to his height than most came, the expression in her eyes drawing him nearer to her, the evident hunger in his own eyes growing. Before he got too close to her, he spotted someone that he could use for rounding up the Mudbloods.
"Avery!" he snapped. "Find your Lord some easy victims for us tonight. Be quick about it -- and don't play with them too much before they're brought down to the dungeons!" he ordered, turing back to Bellatrix upon hearing a sharp "CRACK!" of Disapperating.
"Let us go down to the Dungeons, shall we? Before your Blondy sister realizes that her sister is missing from the kitchen." He hastily walked down to the Dungeons, opening the doors with another password in Parseltongue. The Dark Lord's heart was racing, his hunger for using Dark Magic was devouring all of his self-control -- the want, no, the need to inflict those horrendous, soul ripping curses to maim and disgrace another was building in him. The pleasure that he experienced from such damaging spells was almost insurmountable.
The only other one of his followers that seemed to have such a similar craving for the Dark Arts was his dear, faithful Bella. His face contorted, a truly evil smile spreading widely across his lips.
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Post by briannapowell on Jul 27, 2007 19:11:08 GMT -5
Powell entered the household, frowning at the sight of it. Perhaps one of the last places she wanted to be. Looking around she made for the dungeons, knowing well that her master would mostr likely be there. She was right. Seeing him with Bella she rolled her eyes, and decided to stay quiet until he noticed her. Which may indeed be a long time.
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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 19:11:17 GMT -5
Bellatrix followed the Dark Lord, her heart racing, her eyes burning with increasing excitement at the anitcipation of what lay ahead in the dungeons. The Dark Lord's fervour for torture was feeding off into her, making her body tingle with unsupressed emotion.
She just wanted Avery to hurry up so she could let loose and have fun with the filth that he would bring. She yearned to see the pain that would surge through their eyes as she tortured them, and to make her pleasure complete, the Dark Lord would be there to share it with her.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 19:17:36 GMT -5
The Dark Lord was getting inpatient with how long it was taking and called up the stairs to Bella. "Bella," he purred, his voice abnormally a bit deeper than usual. "What is taking so bloody long? Tell whomever else is up there that Lord Voldemort's patience shall not be easily tried without punishment!"
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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 19:21:56 GMT -5
Bellatrix paused at her Master's words; she had not known that anyone else was here with her and her master. Furiously she turned her dark eyes to gaze about the room, the excitement from before quickly flashing to annoyance.
"Who is there?" Bellatrix demanded in a harsh voice. "Come out, and perhaps My Lord will go easy on you."
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Post by briannapowell on Jul 27, 2007 19:24:20 GMT -5
Powell snorted, raising an eyebrow. "Look around you, girl." She was standing there, in plain sight. Her arms were crossed and she was scowling, glaring at Bella and shaking her head. "So you are the most faithful to Him? Putz.." She glanced around bemusedly, the corners of her lips turning up slightly into a smirk.
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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 19:27:05 GMT -5
Bellatrix's fingers twitched, itching to grab her wand and curse the impudent woman. How dare she call her a girl? She was twenty-five, not some ridiculous, snivelling school girl.
"You have some nerve, Powell," Bellatrix said in a deadly voice, her eyes darkening venomously. "The Dark Lord knows I am his most faithful and devoted servant. You, on the other hand, are not fit to lick his boots."
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Post by briannapowell on Jul 27, 2007 19:28:44 GMT -5
Powell laughed, a very cold and hateful sound. "Oh, I'm not fit to, but you would be most pleased to do such a task, wouldn't you Bella?" She sneered at the woman, eyes glittering dangerously. "I'm sure you'd love to do a lot for our Lord.."
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