Post by Christine Montgomery on May 18, 2018 22:44:54 GMT -5
"Tom" didn't let her down.
Christine, innocent as she was, had no idea that gaining a private audience with Lord Voldemort was reserved for the most elite followers or those who had severely messed up. "Tom" was so cordial and easy going Christine felt at home with him, completely unaware of the stir she had created within his ranks.
This was her third visit in as many days and people were beginning to notice. Whispers were beginning to circulate, and Christine for her part, was completely oblivious.
During her initial meeting with the man he had offered her a token of sorts and explained how to contact him if she was serious about committing to what he could teach her. After her brief run in with Dorian, and no word from her current lover - despite the owls she had sent - there was only one other thing that could cure the ache inside her. One thing that gave her a sense of control, a sense of power. And there was only one man both capable and willing to give it to her.
Tom, or as others knew him - Voldemort.
Their first meeting was awkward for all of one minute. She had arrived directly after her run in with Dorian, and just as she had been unsure arriving on Alek's doorstep, she was doubly so arriving on Voldemort's.
He did not let the awkwardness linger and attacked her after the initial greeting.
She had been shocked at first, but quickly gained her footing and began fighting back. It took every ounce of willpower and skill she had to even defend herself, meanwhile he looked as though he could fall asleep at any moment.
After what seemed like forever, when Christine was thoroughly spent in both mind, body, and soul, Voldemort stopped.
He smiled. "Good."
She blinked. She had no words. Good? That was it? He had almost killed her! As her rage started to boil under the surface his eyes seemed to grow large with interest, "You have more in you do you?"
She still couldn't speak for the emotion that choked her.
"Come. Show me."
Christine was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling. She felt as though she might explode at any moment.
"Show me." he demanded in a quiet yet authoritative voice.
She neither meant to defy him nor give him the satisfaction, but that wasn't what prevented her from moving. Backed into a corner, defeated at all turns, Christine felt something dark welling up inside of her. Something that had been building ever since she began this path of "defensive" magic, but something she had always tamped down upon. It terrified her, something so uncontrolled and animalistic. She was afraid.
"Show me!" he demanded, this time more terrifying than her fear of herself.
Drawing upon some unknown reserve she whipped her wand in his direction. She didn't utter a word, she didn't know what spell she would have cast, but in that moment she focused all of her anguish, pain, and helplessness into a singular blast of red light in his direction.
Christine yelled as the force ripped out of her young body and unleashed itself in the room.
Voldemort avoided the attack easily, but his satisfaction came from the girl in front of him. She had a darkness inside of her that would serve him well. It was rare to see that kind of strength in someone so young, her recent history and bloodline clearly contributed to the power she now displayed. Being so young, he had ample time to cultivate loyalty, and develop her powers for his own purpose. She was a prize indeed. Bella had done well.
When her rage subsided and the blast of energy left her wand Christine was barely standing, but her shock was written clearly on her face. What had happened?
Voldemort apologized for his attack, he explained that he didn't want to waste her time nor his if she were not both capable and willing to learn. He had to push her to see if she was capable, and now that he believed she was, he asked if she were willing.
Still angry, still confused, Christine didn't hesitate, "When do we start?"
As rare as it was to gain a private audience with the man, rarer still was the abrupt sound of true laughter that escaped him.
She continued training deep into that evening. She had come back the next day, and the next, each time more insatiable.
The second time she appeared there were others. She saw one man bow deeply nearly kissing the floor, but any misgivings she had about Tom and his dealings had died under the weight of her own desire to learn. It consumed her. She was obsessed.
****
"Well well, if it's not the flavor of the week. Last week that is." the "Death Eater" addressing Bella was of much lower standing than Bella herself. But as everyone knew, Voldemort played favorites, and Bella had risen in rank, some had speculated, due to her relationship with the Dark Lord. Now that he had a new favorite, some also speculated, Bella wouldn't have the same perks as before.
Bellatrix Black
Christine, innocent as she was, had no idea that gaining a private audience with Lord Voldemort was reserved for the most elite followers or those who had severely messed up. "Tom" was so cordial and easy going Christine felt at home with him, completely unaware of the stir she had created within his ranks.
This was her third visit in as many days and people were beginning to notice. Whispers were beginning to circulate, and Christine for her part, was completely oblivious.
During her initial meeting with the man he had offered her a token of sorts and explained how to contact him if she was serious about committing to what he could teach her. After her brief run in with Dorian, and no word from her current lover - despite the owls she had sent - there was only one other thing that could cure the ache inside her. One thing that gave her a sense of control, a sense of power. And there was only one man both capable and willing to give it to her.
Tom, or as others knew him - Voldemort.
Their first meeting was awkward for all of one minute. She had arrived directly after her run in with Dorian, and just as she had been unsure arriving on Alek's doorstep, she was doubly so arriving on Voldemort's.
He did not let the awkwardness linger and attacked her after the initial greeting.
She had been shocked at first, but quickly gained her footing and began fighting back. It took every ounce of willpower and skill she had to even defend herself, meanwhile he looked as though he could fall asleep at any moment.
After what seemed like forever, when Christine was thoroughly spent in both mind, body, and soul, Voldemort stopped.
He smiled. "Good."
She blinked. She had no words. Good? That was it? He had almost killed her! As her rage started to boil under the surface his eyes seemed to grow large with interest, "You have more in you do you?"
She still couldn't speak for the emotion that choked her.
"Come. Show me."
Christine was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling. She felt as though she might explode at any moment.
"Show me." he demanded in a quiet yet authoritative voice.
She neither meant to defy him nor give him the satisfaction, but that wasn't what prevented her from moving. Backed into a corner, defeated at all turns, Christine felt something dark welling up inside of her. Something that had been building ever since she began this path of "defensive" magic, but something she had always tamped down upon. It terrified her, something so uncontrolled and animalistic. She was afraid.
"Show me!" he demanded, this time more terrifying than her fear of herself.
Drawing upon some unknown reserve she whipped her wand in his direction. She didn't utter a word, she didn't know what spell she would have cast, but in that moment she focused all of her anguish, pain, and helplessness into a singular blast of red light in his direction.
Christine yelled as the force ripped out of her young body and unleashed itself in the room.
Voldemort avoided the attack easily, but his satisfaction came from the girl in front of him. She had a darkness inside of her that would serve him well. It was rare to see that kind of strength in someone so young, her recent history and bloodline clearly contributed to the power she now displayed. Being so young, he had ample time to cultivate loyalty, and develop her powers for his own purpose. She was a prize indeed. Bella had done well.
When her rage subsided and the blast of energy left her wand Christine was barely standing, but her shock was written clearly on her face. What had happened?
Voldemort apologized for his attack, he explained that he didn't want to waste her time nor his if she were not both capable and willing to learn. He had to push her to see if she was capable, and now that he believed she was, he asked if she were willing.
Still angry, still confused, Christine didn't hesitate, "When do we start?"
As rare as it was to gain a private audience with the man, rarer still was the abrupt sound of true laughter that escaped him.
She continued training deep into that evening. She had come back the next day, and the next, each time more insatiable.
The second time she appeared there were others. She saw one man bow deeply nearly kissing the floor, but any misgivings she had about Tom and his dealings had died under the weight of her own desire to learn. It consumed her. She was obsessed.
****
"Well well, if it's not the flavor of the week. Last week that is." the "Death Eater" addressing Bella was of much lower standing than Bella herself. But as everyone knew, Voldemort played favorites, and Bella had risen in rank, some had speculated, due to her relationship with the Dark Lord. Now that he had a new favorite, some also speculated, Bella wouldn't have the same perks as before.
Bellatrix Black
