Pureblood (Lucius Malfoy) *COMPLETED*

CHAPTER 42 - LOST ON YOU

"You know that I adore you."

It's a silent night.

The moon rises in its place, radiating a dim white light wherever possible. The sound of an owl hooting, rings out from somewhere far off into the distance, the noise frightening the smaller birds that sleep soundly in their nests. Large headstones line the ground in rows, flowers leaning on them, placed their by the deceased's loved ones.

A cold breeze sweeps though the graveyard, and with it, a woman. As she walks, her perfect dark hair flutters behind her and the sound of her heels clicking against the stone path is the only sound that can be heard for miles. She wears a tight black dress, reaching to her knees and her lips are a deep crimson, like the blood of those she had murdered.

She stops by a particular grave, crouching down to read the name.

ESME RIVERA - A CHERISHED WOMAN AND A LOVING MOTHER

The mysterious woman scoffs. "Loving mother..." She mutters under her breath, taking out her wand and transfiguring a leaf into a bouquet of roses. She places them on the ground before the headstone, staring for a moment before standing to her feet and making her way over to the center of the yard, just beside an old abandoned church.

There, she waits.

Less than a few minutes later, a sharp crack is heard, indicating his arrival. The woman bows her head as he approaches her, taking long strides in his lengthy robes.

"Ah, Arabella. How nice to see you again..."

His soft, croaky voice sends shivers down her spine. "My lord..."

She stops breathing when he tilts her chin up with his long, bony finger, forcing her to look at the sinister smile on his pale face. He watches her for a moment, studying her pretty features that would make anyone insecure. Her long, thick lashes, her glowing brown eyes, her soft, full lips... She was truly beautiful.

He finally removes his touch, standing back a little to talk to her properly. "Who knows you are here?"

"No one, my lord."

"Not even your pathetic husband?" He spits out. Arabella shakes her head, a nasty smirk on her face. "He doesn't know what I am."

"Good," Voldermort responds. "Let's keep it that way."

Then, the woman looks up, her eyes full of hope. "My lord, I must ask, have you finally found her?"

Voldermort chuckles evilly, "Not yet, my dear. But there is something else I would like for you to do for me."

"Of course, my lord. Anything."

His light blue eyes meet hers, and all that is seen, is pure evil.

"I'm beginning to become a little suspicious of our friend," he says, and immediately she understands what he means. "Find him."

She nods, a look of solemn vow in her eyes. He trusted her and he knew she could never betray him, not even for her own blood... she had done it once, and was prepared to do it again.

"When you have him," he speaks slowly, his voice calm yet scary enough to make a man shiver. "Bring him to me."

Arabella smirks, nodding once. And with that, he disappears in a sharp twist, apparating back to wherever he had came from, leaving Arabella and her thoughts alone.

She glances back at her mother's headstone one last time, knowing she wouldn't come back here for another year or so. But it didn't make her sad or upset, after all, she was the one who had killed her.