Bellatrix could hear it in her sleep. The howling, creaking sound of bitter cold wind pierced through the blackness of her sleeping bliss. She didn't dream much anymore, but she didn't have nightmares either. As long as she slept with her master, her sleep remained peaceful and undisturbed. She moaned in her sleep, feeling herself waking up slightly, awareness that she was no longer asleep spreading through her being. She lashed her slender leg out of the white sheets that had somehow become entangled around her body.
Mumbling a curse to herself, Bellatrix snuggled closer to her master, who still seemed to be sleeping, with his arms still protectively wrapped around her waist, pressing her gently to himself, never too tightly though. She rested her head against his shoulder and curled her legs in closer to her stomach, exhaling softly, breathing in her master's comforting scent, longing for closeness.
Bellatrix felt her eyes close heavily as she drifted back into sleep, only to awaken again. She gritted her teeth together. She was cold, so cold. . . Her master's room suddenly felt like it was a part of the wintry world outside.
Teeth chattering slightly, Bellatrix snuggled even closer to her master, arching herself against his body while she wrapped the white sheets tighter around herself.
"Restless night, love?"
Bellatrix felt her eyes fly open at the sound of her master's gentle voice. Still shivering slightly, she gazed up at him, instantly feeling the adoration she felt for him enter her dark eyes.
"It's cold." Bellatrix murmured into her master's ear, her voice soft and dark, almost sweet. She pressed her lower half against his leg. "I'm so cold, master."
"Ah, can Bellatrix Lestrange not handle a bit of cold?" The Dark Lord replied, wrapping his arms more tightly around her, catching her off guard. He then leaned into her and kissed her forehead ever so lightly. "You may say you are cold Bella but your skin is telling me otherwise. You feel warm to me."
Bellatrix giggled, then a she leaned into her master and met his lips with hers, feeling him kissing her back softly at first. Then, she felt his kisses becoming more passionate, more possessive. He gently bit her lower lip, and Bellatrix always took this as a sigh that she could go further with him. Feeling daring and wanting to push her luck, she placed her hand on the other side of her master, and with a graceful and hesitant manor, she hoisted herself up so that she was sitting spread-legged on his middle, really pressing herself to him.
Ecstasy flooded through Bellatrix when she felt her master snake his hand down her back and rest it on the small of her back, where he then applied pressure to her, forcing her body down slightly on top on him. She let out a high pitched, whine of pleasure when he didn't force her off of him, which he always used to do.
Maybe I've been good enough. Bellatrix purred to herself. Maybe he'll finally let me-
"As much as I adore your thinking Bella," The Dark Lord began, instantly breaking through her thoughts. "I do not intend on going any further with you today. Especially with you . . . like this. . ." He then sat up, which caused Bellatrix to slip off of him and into his lap, her feeling of dominance vanishing, only to be replaced by guilt.
"I'm sorry My Lord." Bellatrix breathed.
How could I have even tried that with him?! She hissed to herself, a feeling of self-loathing coursing through her. It's never worked before with him, what makes me think that it will work now!
"Hush love, you're fine." The Dark Lord hissed softly, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. She instinctively rested her head against his chest and gazed up at him.
"You're not angry with me?" Bellatrix asked, surprised by her master's cool reaction to what she had just done.
"Bellatrix, the time for that will be right, someday, but not today. And no I'm not angry with you dear heart, but you need to always remember your place with me. You will never be the dominant one in this relationship is that understood?" The Dark Lord replied sternly, gazing down at her with his cold icy blue eyes.
"Understood, master." Bellatrix whispered, loving the fact that he would never quite give into to her. A part of her wanted him to always be in control, perhaps she even needed him to be in control. She was his after all, why should she ever have the right to be in control?
"Though your thoughts are correct, Bella." The Dark Lord began again, still gazing down at her. "I might want to re-teach you Occlumency, because your mind is as open as ever."
"Anything for you, master." Bellatrix replied, as his lips met her forehead once more.
"That brings me to another point." The Dark Lord continued, this time more seriously. "We are to have a training session today Bellatrix. And now that you have had our child." He reached up and tangled his fingers in her long, dark curls, jerking her head back slightly as if for added emphasis for what he was about to say. "Don't think that I am going to go easy on you. You are a warrior Bella, and you will be trained as such. I am not about to let something happen to you in this war because I went soft on you during our training sessions. Is that understood Bella?"
"Yes love, of course I understand." Bellatrix replied, she then reared up in his lap to meet his lips, only to have him jerk away from her. She looked up at him, the hurt in her dark eyes obvious.
"No more romance until tonight, Bellatrix." The Dark Lord replied sternly, wrapping his arms around Bellatrix's waist and hoisting her out of his lap. She allowed herself to lay on her back by his knees, gazing up at him innocently.
"Bellatrix this is important!" Her master suddenly snarled, getting out of their bed and standing in front of her.
"Sex is important too." Bellatrix dared to say, inwardly kicking herself for letting those words slip past her lips.
But much to her relief, her master only sighed and gazed at her softly, "We won't be able to do that anymore if you get killed in a battle, Bella."
"You won't let me get killed." Bellatrix replied lazily, allowing her leg to hang over the edge of the bed. "Besides, doesn't my power prevent me from getting hurt by any wizard but those who were in that damned prophecy?"
"Don't be difficult Bellatrix or I will not hesitate to punish you." The Dark Lord snarled, quickly losing his patience with her. "And you know as well as I do that that old prophecy is no longer valid anymore. You fulfilled it; prophecies mean nothing once they have been fulfilled. And yes, while you do still have your lovely power, it does not make you immortal, love."
"You said yourself that we were both immortal!" Bellatrix growled stubbornly as she slipped out of their bed and stood directly in front of her master, challenging him.
"We may literally contain a part of each other's soul from when you kindly split your own soul to bring me back from the dead when James killed me, and yes Bella, that does prevent us from aging, but it does not make us immortal. We can still die."
Bellatrix then felt her master wrap one of his arms around her waist, bringing her close to him while he whipped out his wand with his other hand and allowed it to rest over her heart, which had instantly started hammering in her chest. She knew that she had crossed a line, arguing with her master was not something that she could get away with.
"I could kill you right now if I wanted to, Bells." The Dark Lord hissed softly though Bellatrix could all too easily detect the deadly notes behind his words. "I wouldn't even have to say any words, love, I would just have to simply flick my wand at your heart and you would drop dead. So don't test me or argue with me Bella, you won't win."
"I'm sorry master." Bellatrix whispered. But was aware of how warm she felt, pressed against her master while he whispered deadly words into her ear. It was erotic in her eyes, and she, with a feeling of guilt, enjoyed it.
"Of course you are forgiven love." The Dark Lord replied, giving her side an affectionate squeeze before releasing her. "Don't ever cross me, it won't end well for you. Now, we have a training session to go to, so let's go."
Bellatrix felt her master grasp her hand, intertwining his cold fingers with hers, tugging gently on her hand to get her moving. She walked closely alongside him, inwardly swooning at the fact that he was holding her hand.
The Dark Lord led Bellatrix out of their bedroom and down the hallway. Bellatrix felt like she was falling in love all over again.
He's holding my hand! She thought to herself as they descended the long, spiral stairs and made their way into the empty room with the emerald green carpet and the four emerald green flames that stood at each corner of the room, causing mystic shadows to dance around the training room.
Bellatrix realized that she was now standing very close to her master once he had stopped walking. She was rubbing her cheek along his upper arm, loving him.
"That, will be enough of that Bellatrix." The Dark Lord growled softly as he broke away from her.
"You held my hand!" Bellatrix shouted gleefully, her dark eyes shining. But before she could say anything more, she saw her master whip out his wand and point it at her.
Her decision to act took about a millisecond. She cast away her romantic feelings for her master instantly, allowing her body to focus on spells and curses. She whipped her wand out and, just as she saw the jet of green light shoot from her master's wand, she was ready.
"Protego!" Bellatrix shouted, her dark voice sharp and commanding. She watched with wide, fascinated eyes as a jet of red light shot from her wand and collided with her master's curse, causing it to vanish into nothingness.
"Very good Bella."
Bellatrix felt her heart lift at the sound of her master's praise. She looked up at him to see that he was circling her, making her feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Good girl." Her master breathed into her ear. Bellatrix closed her eyes and leaned into him, loving his praises. But then she felt him tangle his hands into her hair and jerk her head back, revealing her pale throat to him, pressing his wand into the soft flesh there, choking her slightly.
"What do we do when this happens, love?" Her master breathed into her ear, making it hard for her to focus on the task at hand. She forced him out of her mind, though she hated doing that, it was practically instinct for her to leave her mind open for him. To never hide anything from her master, it was second nature for her.
Bellatrix thought, her mind working rapidly against her options. She could feel that her master had also wrapped his fingers tightly around her wand hand, pressing it uselessly against her side. She couldn't use magic, unless she used wandless magic of course, but that would take up too much of her energy. Yet, there was another option, and it was resting in a pocket hidden in her black skirts.
Bellatrix, with a rapid, almost savage movement, reached into her skirt pocket and tore out the dagger that her master had given to her. She cackled as she saw how sharp it was, felt how good the handle felt in her hands, and loved how the mystic green light from the torches reflected off the blade. Then, with a quick movement, she lashed out behind her with the dagger, only to feel her master catch her wrist and twist it, which resorted in a sickening crack and a scream of pain from her lips.
Bellatrix felt her eyes water up against the pain and she nearly sank to her knees. She would not cry though, she could handle pain, but, had her master broken her wrist?
"Your wrist is not broken Bella, love." The sound of her master's cool voice caused Bellatrix to stand up straight again, holding her wrist and forcing the hot tears of pain away from her dark eyes. "And I'm glad that you don't cry over something as petty as a hurt wrist. Now, you might want to try to get your dagger back before I start using it on you. You still fail to not let your guard down, Bella. Focus."
"Accio dagger!" Bellatrix snarled, whipping out her wand again and smirking when her dagger flew from her master's hands and landed back into her own. She then decided to make the next move.
"Icendio!" Bellatrix cried. Fire instantly erupted from her wand and shot at her master, who of course, easily deflected it.
"Fire Bellatrix." Her master replied quietly, a look of genuine pride in his eyes. "That was a good move for you Bella. But you're going to have to do better than that. Try to get out of this one."
Bellatrix watched with narrowed eyes as her master whipped his wand at her. She watched in horror as black, leather ropes shot out of his wand and over to her, instantly wrapping themselves around her wrists and ankles. She let out a yelp of surprise and, unable to balance herself, fell onto the soft green carpet underfoot.
Bellatrix felt a bone-chilling cry of rage leave her lips as she twisted and thrashed about, desperately trying to throw the binds off of her. She tried to feel for her wand, only to realize that she wasn't even holding it anymore. It had fallen uselessly away from her, just out of her reach. The worst part of it all was that her master just stood there, a few feet away from her, his eyes narrowed in instant disappointment at her reaction.
Bellatrix continued to fight against the binds. She could also feel that her dagger was no longer in her hands. The binds felt like there were getting tighter around her wrists and ankles, cutting into her soft pale skin. Everything felt too tight now, the binds, her corset top, everything. She couldn't breathe. She felt useless and pathetic, unable to use magic to defend herself. She let out another cry of rage. Her vision was turning into a pale red haze, just like it did every time she lost control. She tightened her muscles and then allowed them to loosen, losing a jolt of powerful, green, wandless, magic as she did so. The magic engulfed her body for a moment before completely disappearing, leaving her in a crumpled, exhausted heap. She felt blinding, hot tears in her eyes as she continued her useless struggle, she lashed out with her legs, arched her back until it hurt her, anything to get the leather ropes off of her.
"Use your wits Bellatrix!" Bellatrix heard her master snarl, he sounded angry, very angry. "You are allowing your panic to cloud your cunningness!"
"DON'T BIND ME!" Bellatrix wailed, trying but failing to keep the hot tears from falling from her eyes and landing on the soft carpet beneath her. She both loathed and was terrified of the feeling of being bound. It reminded her of when the wizard guards in Azkaban would wrap leather binds, much too similar to the ones that were currently binding her, over her wrists and ankles so that she couldn't fight back as they tortured her for information about the Dark Lord that she did not know then. . .
"Bellatrix." The Dark Lord hissed, his voice painfully gentle. Bellatrix instantly knew that he had seen what she had been thinking about, about how the leather binds reminded her of Azkaban. He made his way over to her and kneeled beside her trembling body. "You could have gotten these ropes off yourself you know, love. . . I know you could have. . ."
"I'm so-?" Bellatrix began, realizing how broken and defeated her voice sounded, only to have her master cut her off.
"Don't speak." He hissed as he whipped out her dagger. "It was too easy to take your dagger back from you when you let your guard down."
Bellatrix didn't flinch as her master brought her dagger up to her wrists, and with one, quick slice, cut through the leather binds, releasing her from them. He then did the same with her ankles, releasing her from the binds.
"My Lord. . ." Bellatrix breathed, shakily getting to her feet again. "Thank you master for releasing me." She then made a movement towards him only to have him back away from her.
"You did well today, Bella." Her master whispered, but she felt her heart sinking, he was not pleased with her, from the way that his icy eyes bore into hers, she knew that he was unhappy with her reaction to the binds. "However, your attempt to throw off those binds was pathetic. I expect more from you, love."
Bellatrix didn't say anything, she only gazed into her master's eyes, knowing what was coming next, and she would take it too, because she knew that she deserved it. She continued to gaze at him as he pointed his wand at her.
"Crucio, Bellatrix my sweet servant, I know you can do better than that." The Dark Lord hissed smoothly.
Bellatrix felt herself fall to her knees as her master's curse hit her full forced, her vision blurring into blackness as the fiery pain of punishment spread through her.