My Master

I got this idea when I was on the train last week. Anyway this is dedicated to my beta Hannah… not sure ifshe wanted to receive a dedication to such an evil story… but I thought since I had written something for Emma on her birthday, I should do something forher so I finished this. This story is not over yet… I actually didn’t thinkI would be this long but I know that it will have a third chapter… not sure about any others… we shall wait and see. But I really need to write the next chapter of my other story.

Comment from my beta: Creepy lesbian moment but still good! - Hannah

I actually didn't mean for there to be a lesbian moment... I didn't notice till I had finished the chapter... my character is just shall we say a little odd...

Enjoy!


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MY MASTER: CHAPTER TWO.

I didn’t kill today.

Nor yesterday.

And possibly not tomorrow either.

I lie… I did kill the Malfoy’s prissy white peacock… and made the house elves serve it to them for their dinner party.

It didn’t feel right. I don’t regret it. I was laughing for days about it and it did taste good… its just it didn’t feel as thrilling as watching the spill of human blood and knowing that I did that.

I guess I’m not that much of a murderer now that I am being sent to less life ending missions. At first I thought My Master was getting bored of me and sending someone else in my place. But sometimes I can see this look in his eyes that I had never seen on him before. It was hard to describe, the closest I got was worry.

My Master must not worry.

He will win.

So now I have been left to sulk around Malfoy Manor, being demanded to stay hidden and followed by an ugly little house elf with a y at the end of its name.

I’ve only just acquired this elf, after taking a wander through Diagon Alley, which I wasn’t suppose to be doing. I found it odd that I could feel eyes watching me from shadowy corners and shop windows.

I could feel that someone was following me, and I truly wanted to act, slicing their throat open, I so badly wanted to see human blood, and I desperately needed it. But alas I did not act because that would be foolish, killing someone in broad daylight in the wizarding shopping district, I would be carted off to Azkaban in no time.

My Master needs me.

Once I came back to Malfoy Manor I had to face the wrath of My Master with Bellatrix Lestrange smirking to his left. That insane bitch dobbed me in; I knew someone was watching me and now I wished that I did kill her in the streets.

For the next few days I was kept in My Master’s sights at all times, I must admit that I did enjoy it; as I knew that he wasn’t bored of me. But then he had to go away for business, so this is how I ended up with the pesky house elf.

At least with My Master gone I could have a few words with Bellatrix LeBitch. So I followed her, hiding in her shadow as she walked to her room in the west wing of the Manor. Once inside I locked her bedroom door with a small wave of my hand, glad that there was not a click.

I slowly stalked up to her, where she stood close to her bed with her back to me, taking off her outer robe and shoes. I quickly clamped my hand around her mouth and took her wand from her hand.

I roughly turned her around and pushed her onto bed, throwing her wand over my shoulder. I swiftly jumped onto the bed and crawled up to her sprawled body clasping her arms in one of my hands and forcing them above her head. With my other hand I lightly traced her pale neck.

I moved my fingers up and grasped her chin tightly, forcing her face to look at mine, her eyes showed a glimmer of shock. I was just glad that she didn’t have that look of twisted delight that she usually carries.

“I know you have been bragging about you being the one that got me locked in this place… and I know that you’re the one going on my missions.” I hissed at her, glaring into her eyes.

“I know what everyone says behind my back and I know that they all hate me and wish me dead… I do not need you to further that and make them complain to the Dark Lord about me.” I continued angrily.

I then let my hand trail down her neck again, coming back to the middle of her throat and squeezing hard onto her windpipe until I could hear her grasping for breath. I then leant down to whisper into her ear:

“If I ever see you doing any of those things again, I promise you that I will kill you, leaving you locked in this pretty little room drowning in your own blood.”

I gave another tight squeeze to her neck and then I let go, grazing the bright red finger marks on her pale white neck. Satisfied I leapt off the bed and walked out of her room.

I did not kill today.

And probably not tomorrow either.

But it’s what My Master wants, and what he wants he will get.

My Master will win.