Not the type to call you back tomorrow (Bellamione)

Chapter 3| Get out of my head

- My most loyal! - Tom Riddle was sitting in a dark room with red painted walls in the back of the bar. - Everything is just how you left it. - He assured Bellaltrix as she processed to enter the room.

But he was lying like always or at least not saying the whole thruth. It's impossible for this place not to change the last fourteen years. 'The last night proves it.' She through but dismissed it imideately.

- I'm not here for the old time sake, Tom. I...

- I know. - he interrupted her and smiled looking at his cup. Bellaltrix wasn't sure if it's too early or too late for a drink. 'Probably both.'

Tom noded toward the table next to the door.

- As I promised you and in the other envelope is the interest for the delay. - he explained and Bellaltrix took them both. 'I spend fourteen years in prison because of your people's incompetence. I deserve this money.' Bellaltrix assured herself.

She looked around the room. 'If he haven't left the room the last fourteen years then this explains his disorientation in time.' Really this room haven't changed since the last night she was there. The night he told her about the mission and she agreed to participate.

Night like every other. Drugs are exchanged for money. Something she was used to since she turned sixteen and he greeted her in the organisation. He taught her everything he knew with small exceptions, ofcourse. He didn't want her to be better than him. He just wanted her to be good enough to be his right hand and in that past moment this was all she could dream about. Thirty one years later, fourteen spend in prison she realized a lot of things. She grittened her teeth and stood up.

- That's not what you want, is it? - Tom took a sip from his whiskey and pointed behind her. - Close the door.

- No. - she said but her voice was shaking - That's not what... I did not agree to this.

- You are right. - he rested his elbow on the side of his chair - You can walk out of here whenever you want. - he stand up getting closer. She felt herself too smal, too weak, too dependent. She felt like she was sixteen again but trapped in her forty seven years old body.

He took a lock of her hair and started twisting it in his fingers then looked her in the eyes. She wasn't breathing. She couldn't.
- But that's not what you want, no... - he started walking around until he get behind her. - They are all death, Bella. - her eyes darken, his too - All the people who betrayed and failed you are death. I killed them myself the night they betray you.

Her body tenced to the point where she was trembling.

- All of them? - she asked. Her voice shaking, full of rage.

'He knows you for more than thirty years, Bellaltrix. Ofcourse he knows exactly which bottons to press... Don't let him. You promised your family, you promised yourself. Don't fall for this. Not again.' She took a deep breath and turned around. The fact she was shorter than him itself made her feel like she can't do that but she didn't gave up.

- All of them. - he confirmed with a small nod of his head.

- This doesn't matter now, does it? - she shook her head - All this death won't give me back my youth.

Tom tild his head slightly surprised but they both were too expiriensed to stop there. He sat back down, one leg above another.

- So you've decided it? - he raised his eyebrow. It wasn't the furst time she was coming in his office determined to put an end to this madness. In fact the night before she was sent to prison because of someone else's mistake, she was here again for the same reason.