The Serpent's Teeth:
His Desires

Incidents

Tom

After that little girl, Kathy, had disturbed them, he had apparated, home and wandered around for a while restlessly.
After some time he had summoned Bellatrix and slept with her to get the image of that woman out of his head.
And it had worked... for a while at least.

While Bellatrix started to get dressed again, a flood of fire red, wavy hair appeared before his inner eye that reminded him of Hazel...

The look in her gray-blue eyes was challenging, it almost seemed like she was defying him.
He sent Bella away, and thought again in calm about everything.

He admitted to himself that the young woman, Haylee Rosier irritated him, and that tremendously.
Furthermore, she would certainly be a challenge.

Of course there were ways and means that he could get her into his bed with magic, but where was the fun in that?
The Dark Lord loved challenges, and Bellatrix was already becoming boring to him.

The dark Lord eventually lost interest in his toys, and the same would someday also apply to Haylee Rosier after he owned her, once she was completely subordinate to him.
An arrogant and devilish smile played at his lips.

A new game had just begun...

****

Haylee

As Haylee saw Alexander at lunch, he seemed paler than usual.
He mumbled something that sounded a lot like: "Tonight at the Lestranges."
The young woman choked on her drink.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Tonight at the Lestranges", Alexander repeated louder.
Haylee cursed.
That could bode ill.

A few days had passed since the accident, which would almost have turned into a real accident if Kathy hadn't interrupted them, but Haylee could still remember it vividly.
And now she was supposed to go to the Lestranges Manor!
Disaster was inevitable.
****
Hauled sat dressed in a black robe sat silently in a corner and ignored all around her.

"Bitch," Haylee muttered to herself and brushed a strand of hair from her face.
Bellatrix was making fun of Halley's inclination for Muggle-music, and that so loud that probably everyone in the room could hear her.
"And I have to listen to rambling of an adulterous bitch," Haylee said quietly, but clearly audible to many.
It got noticeably quieter in the room.
Bellatrix stared at her with hateful eyes and Haylee looked back indifferently.
"What are you looking at Bellatrix?" Asked the young witch, the other.
Bellatrix seemed ready to give a nasty remark, or even pull out her wand, if the door wouldn't have been opened at that moment and Dark Lord strode into the room.

Haylee turned her head and looked out the window into the dark night.
Seemingly impassive to the happenings around her.
This was not a fit of melancholy, but rational action.
She wanted to act disinterested.
In reality, she was listening to every word and could also notice how sometimes the eyes of the The Dark Lord rested upon her.
Or maybe it was just coincidence.

When everyone got up, Haylee remained seated as if she hadn't noticed anything.
Alexander touched lightly on the shoulder.
"Come," he began, but was interrupted.
"I would like to talk to your sister, Rosier," said the Dark Lord, obviously expecting some sort of reaction from Haylee that failed to materialize, unlike Alexander, who turned as white as snow.

She knew that her brother didn't want to leave the two of them there, but he would never rebel.

And then they were alone.

The Dark Lord did not say anything, and so she sat silently and watched the night slowly spread out across the country.
She listened as he approached her and then felt his long, thin fingers sliding through her hair. With his thumb he traced the outline of her chin.
"You must think that you can have anything you want," she said coldly.
His hand lingered on her cheek and turned her face so that she had to look at him.
He smiled at her coldly.
"Something like that."

Haylee got up slowly.
"Well, I'll have to disappoint you." She walked past him towards the door, but he pulled her back.
"Big words and nothing behind it," the Dark Lord whispered close to her ear, and even if she didn't see his face, Haylee could feel that he was,smiling smugly.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
In response, she received only a short, harsh laugh.
For a moment she thought he knew what she was trying to do, but she quickly rejected the idea again.
"What do you think?" His left hand was on her stomach, the other was slowly making its way upwards towards one of her breasts.
"I'm not blind."

So he had noticed...
Haylee was already almost certain of victory.
Suddenly she felt his mouth on her neck.
She closed her eyes shortly just to open them again slightly shocked.
Not because of the actions of the Dark Lord, but because she had let herself go for a second.
The House of Lestranges was the wrong place!

Hayle wriggled out of his grasp.
"I'm not Bellatrix," she said calmly.
"I'm aware of that."
Surprised, she turned to him.
Had she just heard a trace of mockery in his voice?
With an attached arrogance she replied:
"It surely didn't seem like it."
And this time he didn't hold her back as she left the room.
Outside however, a hand was placed on her shoulder and she felt the painful pressure of nails through her robe.
Bellatrix glared at her from her dark eyes.
Haylee saw the narrow ring with a black stone on the ring finger of the other witch.
"But that's not your wedding ring," she said and Bellatrix slapped her right on the face.
"Oh, now you let yourself down to Muggle violence, Bellatrix?" Haylee sneered and took a step back ignoring her burning cheek.
Bellatrix pulled out her wand and raised it threateningly.
"Don't be ridiculous," Haylee said.
Bellatrix sent a curse at her, which she fended off rather skillfully.
"That was probably nothing, Bell." Haylee left the house with hasty steps, leaving a deeply angry Bellatrix back, which was incapable of any reaction.
****
In the following days Haylee was left to ponder it perhaps she had gone too far.
Not with at Bellatrix, but with him.
The loud ticking of the clock thore Haylee out of her thoughts.
It was eleven o'clock and Alexander was still not back.
Of course there had been many times where he had come home late.
Nevertheless Haylee was afraid that something might have happened.
Terrified even.
What would become of Tim and Kathy?
Haylee looked quickly after her siblings to make sure that these were sleeping and then went into her bedroom.

She had just changed into her nightgown when the door to her room was opened.
Haylee knew exactly who was standing there without having to turn around.
"To what do I owe the honor of such a late visit?" She asked boldly and began to comb her hair.

"The absence of my brother?"
"What do I care about your brother," was the reply that she received.
He came up behind her, and Haylee could see the face of the Dark Lord reflected in her mirror.
His gaze was intense.

She put the hairbrush to the side and he took a lock of hair that shone fiery red in the glow of the candlelight, between his fingers.
"You're a strange creature."
Haylee had to restrain herself not laugh out loud.
A strange creature?
"How comes?"
He put his hands on her shoulders.
"Once flirtatious, even presumptuous and then repellent. You are a Riddle."
"Ah, a riddle, I see."
He gently pushed her hair aside.
"A riddle that I intend to solve."
Then he kissed her neck.

"You will hardly succeed doing so just with a few words." Haylee smiled to herself.
Now she knew how she should go about it.
She had to make him chase her.

"Not with words."
He bared one of her shoulders.
"But with actions."
"You shouldn't over-estimate yourself." She folded her arms across her chest.
****

Tom

He hadn't thought that she would resist this much.
Haylee Rosier was unusually calm and composed.
Almost as if this were an everyday scene.
Maybe it was for her.

He tried to explore her thoughts, but they were strangely empty.
He only saw the scene that had just transpired here in the bedroom again.
Something was lawfully wrong.
He looked at her face in the mirror, which was completely motionless.
He ran his palm over the bare, shoulder.
The whole thing would be more difficult than expected.

He kissed her bare skin again and then withdrew from the room, from Rosier Hall, to his home.
Again he was grabbed by unrest.
Her beautiful face and the desirable body would not let him go.
He had to have her!
Damn it, he should have taken her there and then.
Now it was too late, she would know how much he wanted her if he went back.

Again he called for Bellatrix.
But this time, after he had satisfied his lust, he took the ring off her finger.
Bellatrix stared at him confused, that was the ring that he used to call her with with, and when he took off of her now, it had to mean that he no longer wanted her.
He saw that she knew exactly by whom she was being replaced.

That could turn interesting...

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A/N:
What do ya'll think of this chapter?
I'll try to continue writing some Tom PoV's here and there bu they won't be awfully long...
Also, what do you think of Haylee so far?

Hope you liked this chapter(:

Much love
Jamz