Seduced By Darkness

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Note : arhpss35, Yes I did base my Tom\'s look on Christian Coulson I just thought that he is gorgeous and who better to base his looks on? Lady Lestat - Thanks! I have not written other stories involving TR/LV and OFC but there is a sequel in the works for this story which I have partially written already. Yes because there are so many fics out there M/M and or with Ginny/Hermione as the F leads I just wasn\'t interested in that. This Chapter is Rated NC17

\"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.\"
-- Douglas Noel Adams

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Chapter 8 : An Unexpected Twist

It was late in the afternoon and a cold chill had settled over the air. Tom was standing in the downstairs alcove, staring out thoughtfully over the castle grounds. He heard the faint voices of arriving guests and then heard the door behind him open. \"My Lord,\" Lucius said as he bowed low before him. \"Good evening Lucius, is your wife with you tonight?\"

\"Of course my Lord, Narcissa enjoys parties and would not dare turn down an invitation from you.\" Tom regarded him with mild amusement for a moment, \"Yes, as will all that I invited I am sure.\" Lucius wondered why he was throwing this party, or rather, gathering. As if reading his mind Tom said, \"I think that it is time for my Death Eaters to meet my future bride.\" Years of learning how to keep his emotions neutral and his face blank was the only thing that prevented Lucius from choking on his brandy. \"Pardon, my Lord, you intend to marry Miss Olmo?\" Lucius Croaked, the brandy didn’t go down as smoothly as he intended, and he was trying to regain his voice.

\"Are you really that surprised now, Lucius? I would have thought that at least to you, my plans for her might have been obvious.\" Now that he thought on it, Lucius knew he was right. Why else take the girl? Why else care if she\'s a virgin, which he doubted was the case anymore. Why else would his Lord treat her so gently and be so angry on her behalf? However, he highly suspected that she would not be a willing bride, no matter how much of a handsome devil his lord had become. \"So, how did she take the happy news?\" Lucius asked. Tom smiled then, \"She doesn\'t know yet, she will find out when I announce it to everyone.\"

Lucius laughed then, \"My Lord, do you think it wise to catch her unawares?\" Tom nodded, \"Yes, if I tell her before, she might faint from fright.\" He was jesting, Lucius realized, and it startled him to see it but he recovered quickly. \"Or you think that in front of so many people she loathes the shock of it all will be too great for her to throw a tantrum?\" Tom slightly inclined his head at him, \"It is what I am hoping.\" Lucius knew too well what an annoyance a hysterical female could be so he understood. However, he was too curious to not ask the question that had sprung into his head the moment his Lord told him of his plans, \"Why my Lord?\"

Tom knew that he mean, why her? He decided to only give Lucius the basic reasons for wanting the union. \"She\'s beautiful and desirable, comes from a pureblood family. The fact that they oppose me means nothing as I do not need their or her approval to have her. She is intelligent, and will give me a son when the time comes.\" What he didn\'t tell Lucius was that she was becoming like a drug to him. He could literally feel her in his blood and smell her on his skin. The feelings that she awoke in him confused and annoyed him because he didn\'t understand them. In any case, he never dwelled on those thoughts much as he didn\'t think them important.

Lucius noticed a confused look cross his Lord\'s face for a moment before being replaced again by his detached demeanor. \"All sound reasons my Lord, and I do believe that she will be an excellent choice despite her, err, unwillingness but…\" He stopped not sure how to proceed next. Tom narrowed his eyes but said nothing, waiting for Lucius to continue. \"Bellatrix, my Lord.\" Lucius began, with an elegant shrug Tom asked, \"What about her?\" Lucius continued, \"She will not take the news well and… I fear that she is slightly, unbalanced.\" He knew the moment that he\'d said the words that it had not crossed his Lord\'s mind the possibility that Bella would attempt to hurt his intended bride. Tom\'s eyes hardened and turned deadly, \"Bella would not dare defy me, and I will make it painfully clear to all present that death will seem like a blessing if any of them are responsible for causing Claudia any future harm.\"

Lucius\'s body gave an involuntary shiver, although he was fairly certain that his Lord would act this way toward anything that he considered his possession, he was also aware that he cared for the girl more than he let on. However, he was not stupid enough to bring that fact up. He only hoped that Bellatrix would keep her mouth shut and stay away from the girl, if only because her sister’s death would upset Narcissa. He detested dealing with tears or anything of the sort. Sipping from his brandy he thought that it would be a very interesting evening, and looked forward to seeing Miss Olmo\'s reaction to the news.

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Claudia stared at her reflection in the full body mirror in her room and thought that she was staring at a stranger. Her dress was beautiful and it made her feel somewhat giddy and sexually alluring. It was a beaded silver gown with beaded cups, adjustable straps, a delicate burnout pattern and high side slits. She had on crystal and pearls chandelier earrings with faceted glass beads. Her shoes were rhinestone h-band slides in black. She twirled slightly, watching the way her skirt swayed and caressed her exposed skin. Her hair was lose and combed away from her face, curling at the bottom.

Nagi had roused her from her nap and showed her the beautiful dress. She had said that there was a party that night and that he had requested her attendance. She wanted to say no, that he and his party could go to hell. But after admitting to herself that she was falling in love with the bastard she wasn\'t up to fighting with him, and so she quietly gave in. She really hated that, because she felt that giving into him was going to become a permanent fixture in her life. Claudia also noticed that her closet was now full of all sorts of different types of clothes. Apparently he\'d decided to let her have her way in at least that, which made her feel like she had won a small victory.

\"Did you eat?\" She whirled around so quickly that she almost lost her balance, so startled was she by his sudden appearance. He seemed to always do this to her, she thought that he probably enjoyed keeping her on her toes. \"Yes\" Was her slightly breathless reply because he was looking at her as if he was starving and she was his meal. \"The dress looks beautiful on you, do you like it?\" She half wondered why he cared if she liked it and shrugged, \"Yes, I do. Why do I have to attend this party?\" He ignored her question as he walked over to her and took her hand. When he began leading her out of the room she began to panic, not really wanting to be surrounded by so many Death Eaters and not at all certain why her presence was important. She had an awful feeling that he was going to put her on display since she was taken right from under Dumbledore\'s nose.

As if sensing her mounting panic he slowed down his steps and turned to look at her without releasing her hand. \"It will be alright Claudia.\" His voice was low and soothing, and she hated him for trying to comfort her. How could it possibly be alright? She was about to open her mouth to tell him that she thought he was crazy when he gifted her with the most gorgeous smile she had ever seen. She was temporarily dumbstruck and as if realizing this he proceeded to continue to lead her down the stairs. Claudia noticed his clothes then and gasped a little when she realized that they matched in color with hers. He looked back at her and winked when he caught her staring at his attire, which made her blush. She certainly did not like this turn of events one bit, this playful side of him, it made her forget who he was and where she was. Her only saving grace was that reality was about to slap her in the face any minute now.

There was a low but excited chatter coming from what she assumed was a ballroom, which stopped the moment that they appeared at the entrance way. Everyone looked up at him and then they all stared at her. Contempt was the look of choice on most of the faces staring back at her, while others seemed merely curious. Stiffening up, back straight, a steely look coming into her eyes and head held high she looked like a queen standing beside him, her hand still in his. She simply refused to let them think that she was afraid, she was, but she would be dammed if she let them see it. Tom seemed to be looking at each and every one of his Death Eaters, as if looking for something, what it was she could not even begin to imagine.

Then he started to lead her down the steps, he had let go of her hand and grabbed her elbow instead so that she was now walking next to him. The Death Eaters blocking their path parted to let them pass, and he led her to the end of the room. There were some steps that led to a raised area in the ballroom, some chairs and small tables rested there. He stopped and turned then, making her turn with him. Tom let her go then, she moved to stand slightly behind him and to his right. She forced a serene look on her face and coldly looked back at his followers.

Lucius was impressed, and certainly acknowledged what his Lord saw in her. The girl was exquisite in every way that mattered. Lucius knew that she had to be afraid, that she detested each and every person gathered there, whether she knew them personally or not. It was in her eyes, they were cold and hard. He thought that she was going to have a sore back standing there so stiff and straight, but she had a regal look about her, which he admired. He could feel Bellatrix\'s rage as she was standing next to him and Narcissa. His wife had a hold of her sister\'s hand as he had already warned Narcissa of what their Lord planned to say and told her to try and keep her sister in check. He decided to focus his attention on his Lord and his beautiful captive, especially her, as he didn\'t want to miss the look on her face when she heard the real reason she was there.

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Bellatrix was beyond enraged. How dare that little bitch stand there looking down at them as if she was better than every single person there. Better than HER! Her eyes raked Claudia’s body up and down, hating every inch of her and hating that he had given her the pretty dress and earrings. There was a time when he used to do things like that for her, although they where usually things that she only wore to bed. That was another thing that had her upset, he hadn’t come to her last night. Looking over at the Gryffindor slut she figured that he must have fucked her. All she wanted to do was claw her eyes out. Her murderous thoughts stopped when he slightly turned to look at the little bitch and spoke in barely a whisper to her, then turned back to face them all and began to speak.

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Claudia was trying very hard to remain calm and composed but she was so tense that she nearly jumped back a few steps when he turned to say something to her. “Claudia, you do recall what I said to you about how you should act when we are not alone?” At the moment she wanted to tell him, that no, she didn’t quite recall at all what he had said and that if he would mind terribly if he had to repeat it again. However, she didn’t think it wise to goad him in front of so many people that most likely wanted her dead, “Yes” Was the answer she opted for instead. He nodded to her and then turned back to his audience and began to speak.

“Personally, I detest speeches as they bore me to tears, so I will get to the point. I have asked you all here to introduce you to my future wife, Claudia Olmo.” It was like the air was let out of the ballroom at that moment, everyone was stunned. They looked from him to her in shocked silence. Claudia thought that surely she had heard him wrong, her mouth had opened slightly and she was about to tell him that she’d rather die than marry him, but he began to speak again. “She comes from a pureblood family as you all well know, is young, beautiful, and will make the perfect bride. Do any of you disagree with that?”

Lucius was happy to note that none present were stupid enough to contradict him, and was eternally happy that his wife had a hold of Bella who had just made a strangled noise. He knew what she was thinking. If he took the girl for his wife, and no longer wanted her as his mistress then she would have no choice but to go back under the care of her husband. Bella had always hated Lestrange, the only reason she had married him was because it was a blood match, and an arranged marriage. At one point she had resented Narcissa for marrying him. When she and Lestrange had become Death Eaters and the Dark Lord had shown interest in her she had been overjoyed. She knew that Lestrange would not dare deny his Lord anything, including his own wife. Looking back at his Lord, he noticed that Claudia was looking pale and panicky, her calm demeanor of earlier forgotten over the shock she had just received.

“Good,” Tom said when no one said a word in protest. “One last thing, I want to make something perfectly clear, as it seems that for things to be done correctly as of late, I have to be extremely precise as to what my wants are.” He glared at them all after saying this. “Claudia is under MY protection, she will become my wife and as such you will give her your respect. If anything happens in regards to her then I shall deal with it.” His eyes considerably got darker and his tone chillier as he continued, “If my future bride were to ever meet with an unfortunate accident,” As he put emphasis on the last word he looked directly into Bellatrix’s eyes and then his gaze swept over everyone else. “The one responsible will beg for death and it shall not come swiftly. Does everyone understand me?” Quickly everyone voiced their understanding and bowed to him. “Very well, carry on. Lucius, come over here a moment.”

If finding out in front of all those monsters that she was engaged to him wasn’t bad enough, then the fact that he felt the need to threaten them if they hurt her was. She felt ill, lightheaded, and wanted to be as far away from these people and him as soon as possible. “My dear, why don’t you sit down, you look slightly pale.” Came Lucius Malfoy’s mock sympathetic voice from her right, she looked at him and felt an almost uncontrollable urge to slap him. Tom diverted her attention by grabbing her elbow and leading her to a nearby chair. “Claudia, I want you meet Lucius.” She stared back at the aristocratic blonde with barely suppressed loathing. He was the reason Ginny had almost died five years ago, “We’ve met.” Lucius smiled brightly, “And it was my pleasure then as it is now my dear.”

Tom knew that she was about to make a smart retort so he cut her off and told her that he would be back shortly. She watched him as he and Malfoy walked to a corner to talk. Breathing slowly and deeply she hoped to be able to calm herself down enough to get through this farce of a party. She was uncomfortably aware that Bellatrix was shooting her murderous looks from where she stood with, who could only be, Lucius’s wife. Suddenly it hit her and it all made sense. He had made the threat specifically to Bellatrix and then extended it to the rest of them. Of course she would want her dead, perhaps he was not going to her anymore, or as often as he used to. God, he was going to force her to marry him and he had that whore living with him. God only knew how many times he planned on going to her bed. She knew that she had little choice in the matter, but if he was going to force an unwanted marriage on her then she was not going to just stand idly by while his mistress slept under the same roof. She wanted this damnable party over so that they could go back up to her room and she could give him a piece of her mind. In the meantime she sat and silently seethed over the injustice of it all.

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From her spot, Narcissa had to physically hold Bellatrix back, “Are you mad Bella? Did you not just hear him? He will kill you if you so much as look crossly at her.” Bellatrix still struggled to get out of her sister’s grasp. “I am not going to touch her. I just want to have a few words with the little bitch.” Narcissa painfully squeezed her sister’s arm and with great annoyance said, “You will do no such thing. Calm yourself and let him have fun with her. She’s like a new toy to him, soon enough he will tire of her and then come back to you.” Narcissa believed no such thing, her sister’s charms had considerably diminished in Azkaban but she felt that the truth was not something Bella wanted to hear at the moment or would ever accept.

Tom had finished informing Lucius of some pressing matters and was heading back to Claudia’s side when his gaze fell on Bellatrix and Narcissa. It seemed that Lucius’s wife was trying to forcibly keep Bella where she was, narrowing his eyes he stood directly behind Claudia and stared acidly at Bella. She blanched and lowered her gaze, turning away from him. Satisfied, at least momentarily, that Bella had gotten his message he bent to whisper in Claudia’s ear, “I want you to dance with me.” Once again, Claudia nearly jumped out of her skin, “No.” Came the low and curt reply, she was tired of his games. “It wasn’t a request Love,” He said as he grabbed her hand and half dragged her off the chair. He led her to a secluded space on the dance floor and held her close to his body as he began to expertly dance with her. She wondered if there was anything that he didn’t do well with his body then promptly blushed at having had that thought. Determinedly she stared at his chin, deciding that was the only way she could get through being so close to him with her sanity intact.

After about three dances he walked her around the room, as he talked to some of his Death Eaters, none of them looked her in the eyes and she pointedly ignored them in turn. Then he told her that he’d had enough partying for one night and led her out of the ballroom. She was keenly aware of what he would want to do once they were back in her bedroom.

When they reached her bedroom and he opened it she stalked in and whirled around to face him. Her face was flushed, eyes sparkling angrily as she began screaming at him the moment the door closed behind him. “I AM NOT HAVING IT!” He simply stared at her while calmly beginning to remove his robes. He also began unbuttoning his shirt. “Stop taking your clothes off, I want to talk about this.” He continued removing his shirt which made her breath catch in her throat, “So keep talking,” Was all he said. “I will NOT marry you. You may keep me forever, I may not be able to control that but I will NOT marry you, I’d rather die first!” As she said that he sat down in a nearby chair and began to take his boots off. So infuriated was she with his nonchalant attitude that she looked about the room for something to throw at him.

“I would highly advise you against throwing something at me Love, but by all means continue screaming.” He continued to take off his boots as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Once they were off he got up and his hands went to his pant buttons, she quickly marched up to him and grabbed his hands in a futile effort to stop him. “You aren’t listening to me, I WILL NOT MARRY YOU!” His eyes softened and he leaned down, kissing her softly for a moment then said, “Sweetheart, you don‘t have a choice.” His hands went to the back of her neck were he began to gently rub, as he tried to make her relax.

Claudia, however, was having none of that and angrily pushed him away. “No. I will not just accept this, you cannot make me do this. I wont!” Tom sighed loudly and heavily, “I have ways of making you accept it Love, and you do not want to find out what they are.” Her lower lip was trembling with anger, fear, and confusion. She was not ready to let him win this fight just yet. “What you said, that warning you gave them. It’s because she wants me dead isn’t it?” Tom knew that she was talking about Bellatrix but he wasn’t about to confirm or deny her suspicious. “She’s your... mistress…” When he remained stonily silent she continued “...And so naturally hates me. As far as I am concerned she is welcomed to you. If you intend to keep seeing her then you should, and leave me alone.”

She turned away from him, but not before he realized that she was jealous of Bellatrix. He didn’t know why, but that revelation made him strangely happy and smug. He quickly caught up with her and took her in his arms. He pressed her back to his chest as his arms snaked around her waist and he began to trail kisses down her neck. She didn’t fight him, instead leaned back into him and exposed her neck to his mouth. “She doesn’t matter Love, forget her.” He whispered and proceeded to unzip her gown. Forget her? How she wanted to believe him but she had so many doubts, and she was so damn confused about everything. Thinking was quickly becoming impossible, as he was driving her to distraction with his mouth.

Claudia felt her dress fall away from her body and felt him begin to kiss his way down her back. His hands caressing her breasts and stomach as he did so. Her body shivered when he licked and kissed her lower back. His hands left her breasts to remove her panties, and as he did so he placed gentle bites on her ass cheeks, which made her gasp with surprise and pleasure. Once her panties were off he made her move forward until her hands reached the wall and she leaned into it for support. For a few short moments his hands left her body and she saw him from the corner of her eye taking off his pants. His arms once again going around her waist he pressed his groin to her ass and she felt his hard erection. Instinctively she ground back into him, which made him groan.

Cupping her breasts he gently massaged them and bit her shoulder blades. “Tom” She whispered, and he turned her around taking her face into both of his hands. He looked down onto her passion filled eyes and licked her lips then kissed her, slowly at first, and then urgently, as he sucked on her tongue. She groaned deeply in the back of her throat as he did this. He broke the kiss and began trailing kisses down her face, neck, chest and belly until he reached her center. He gently spread her thighs open and took one of her legs and put it over his shoulder. As he stared at her, he said, “So beautiful.” He licked her opening and then said, “I love the way you taste.” Already shivering over what he was doing to her, his words were sending her to the edge. Her fingers closed around his hair as he continued to lick and suckle her folds and clit. She could hardly draw a proper breath and her free leg threatened to buckle underneath her. His attention shifted to just her clit as he alternated sucking and softly blowing on it. He slipped one finger in and out of her and as he did this it brought her close to climax.

When he felt that she was about to come he stopped and turned her around. Slightly lifting her he entered her from behind. “Ah, Tom, Oh God, Please…” His thrusts were slow and deliberate, as he pumped in and out of her. His tongue licked her ear and then bit down, which made her shudder. “You like that?” He asked, “Yes… Tom…” She gasped. His thrusts became faster and harder as he came and then she followed. His forehead dropped to her neck and his arms held onto her tightly as their breathing returned to normal.

His arms began to fall away from her and she started to feel a sense of loss as she figured that he would leave her soon as he always did. Instead he turned her around picking her up in his arms as he walked towards the bed with her. He laid them both down, his arms wrapped around her. The heat of his body combined to make her drowsy and lightheaded, but the fact that he was staying with her, for at least a little while made her feel vulnerable. She didn’t think much on it as her body gave in and she fell into a peaceful sleep in his arms.