Celebrations and Secrets

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A/N- Lot's of homework and it's still piling up. Anyway this chapter took a lot of revising. I kept changing things at the last minute and I've been working on another fic. This chapter explains the dreams Salem has and his two weaknesses.

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Malfoy Manor

"Father's here! Distract him while I finish this curse. I promised father for a new torture spell." Salem looked at his notes and scanned them over. There! He had used the wrong Arithmacy formula. He quickly set it straight and calculated. He found that instead of a whipping motion it was more of a flick sideways. He transfigured his desk into a dog and tried the curse on it. He was pleased with the results and with a wave of his wand he turned it back into a desk. Salem swept down the stairs and saw his father.

Draco was complimenting Voldemort on his past deeds and hurriedly left as soon as Salem came down.

"Hello father. How was your trip? Were the goblins difficult?" Salem bowed to Lord Voldemort.

"Ha! Those goblins trembled when the saw me. Their answer was yes before I even started talking. Maybe they're too weak to be allies? No, last time they put up quite a resistance. Better be on the safe side." Voldemort stood heroically with his legs spread apart and his hands on his hips. He puffed out his chest and grinned. "No one can defeat the all-knowing, all-powerful, and very handsome Dark Lord! Oh, and his diaper wearing pesky sidekick the Dark Princeling."

Salem gave a wicked smile and sent out a gust of wind from his wand. Voldemort's robe flew up revealing dark underpants. "With underwear like that they should call you Lord Moldy-shorts! No one can defeat you? What about that witch that beat you in a duel back in school? What was her name? That's it! Amelia Bones the Head of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Curse the day I ever told you that story!" Voldemort shouted playfully.

"Anyway, could you come this way, m'lord? I have planned the best entertainment yet." Salem said excitedly, "I have also just perfected a new torture spell. Would you like to see the results?"

"Yes. Let's go take our seats. But first guess what punishment I have made today?" Voldemort looked like a child with his hands clapped together. "Please, please, please, please, please guess."

"Seriously I feel like the parent. Okay, you tried my internal cutting spell?" Voldemort shook his head.

"No, I put Bellatrix, Narcissa, and a few Veela in your room- naked! To see to your every need." Voldemort cackled maniacally. Salem sent a Coughing Hex at him and fitful coughing cut off his laugh. Voldemort spoke the counter-curse and pouted.

"I just perfected that evil laugh!"

"This punishment of yours. Is it to punish me or reward you? I know you like watching you horny old bag! Just go fuck a Veela!"

Voldemort shook his head. "Not a Veela! You know their charms always make me do stupid things. Last time one of them made me dress like a woman and go door-to-door selling cookies to muggles! I could never find a counter to it. You're the only on impervious to it. Wait a minute I know why they don't affect! Your gay!" He gulped as Salem's eyes turned red.

"Er- just kidding. Heh-heh." Voldemort laughed nervously.

"I have better things to do then to fuck some dim-witted witches and Veela. Now follow me to the Dining Hall. Those stupid followers of yours must be getting impatient." Salem spoke in a perfect mimic of Voldemort's voice. Voldemort followed closely behind his heir as they entered the Dining Hall and all chattering ceased. Death Eaters quickly stood and bowed as they strode past. Voldemort sat at the head with Salem at his side. Depending on your rank was where you sat at the table. Voldemort looked at Salem who nodded.

"Now let the entertainment begin." Salem swept his wand and food appeared on the table. The wall in front of them dissolved to reveal a pit where six wizards held a dragon down and ten giants straining on their chains.

"I bet you the giants will win." Voldemort came up with a brilliant plan.

"Ha! I bet the dragon will win. It's a rare Wyoming Hammertail. Cost me ten thousand galleons and an extra two thousand to smuggle it from the States." Salem scoffed at Voldemort.

At Salem's signal the wizards released the dragon and giants. Immediately the dragon took flight and swung its heavy tail. It took out two giants before one had the bright idea of flinging the chains at the dragon. It hit the dragon's head with a dull thud and the stunned dragon collapsed on three giants that were foolish enough not to run. The remaining five figured if it couldn't fly then it was as good as dead. They ripped out its wings but two were impaled on its spikes as it thrashed in agony. It let loose a jet of fire that barbecued one. The last two giants rushed at the dragon. One sent a two-fisted punch that broke the dragon's neck while the other one was impaled as it tried to jump on the dragon. The last giant raised its arms in victory but was quickly killed by Salem's Killing Curse. Salem had placed his bet on the dragon while Voldemort had bet on the giants. Salem now owed Voldemort whatever he wished and he knew exactly what that would be.

"Well you already know what you owe me. Better not keep the ladies waiting." He grinned at Salem evilly. Salem shook his head.

"After the entertainment. Bring out the muggles!" He called out. Thorfinn Rowle, a huge blond man, yanked forward the chained muggles. The Death Eaters formed a circle around the huddled, pitiful muggles. Salem and Voldemort picked first. Voldemort chose two fifteen-year-old girls and a man about twenty. Salem chose two men about twenty and a fat girl that was nineteen.

The rest were quickly set upon as Salem and Voldemort sat in two golden chairs to survey the action. Antonin Dolohov busied himself in raping a seven-year-old girl in front of her sixteen-year-old brother. Evan Rosier tore out a man's spine and choked another with it.

"Hmm… Your torture methods are catching on. Rosier just did one of your latest. Ah, look at Amycus he just slit that muggle's neck open and pissed on the wound, that's one of yours. And look at his sister Alecto she just used the Castro Curse on that poor muggle and made him swallow it. That's another of yours. Rather painful I might add. Now show me this new torture spell of yours." Voldemort turned to Salem.

Salem kicked one of the muggle men forward. Every Death Eater quickly killed the muggles they had and sat down to watch Salem. The remaining realized that Salem was in charge despite his youth.

"Please, sir. Don't kill me!" The muggle cried.

"I won't kill you," Salem said softly and the man sighed in relief, " your blood will! Cruor Exuro!"

Voldemort watched fascinated as the man began screaming as holes were burned through his skin and red blood began pouring out. The skin melted off first and the blood began to slowly siphon off the muscles, all the while it avoided major organs and pain receptors so the muggle was alive and feeling everything. The screams ending as the acid blood melted his vocal cords. His eyes became liquid and his bones were like ice cream on a hot day. They literally dripped off the man. Finally the torture ended as the muggle's heart turned to slush. The remaining bones and organ were melted and silence filled the room.

Then Voldemort began clapping and cheered and the Death Eaters quickly followed suit. The last five muggles stared at Salem in horror as the Death Eater's eyes filled with admiration. They swarmed around Salem and asked for the incantation and wand movements. Voldemort practiced on his three remaining muggles and watched as they melted one by one.

"Now to the last of the celebration. Enter Veela!" Salem knew that the Veela would just charm the men so they would set them free but at least Voldemort was happy. He grabbed the chains holding the two muggles and dragged them up to his room, where sure enough Bellatrix, Narcissa, and three Veela waited- completely naked.

"Come here my Bella- I have a gift for you." Bellatrix practically leapt from the bed and hugged Salem.

"Oh! Muggles! Can we kill them as you fuck me? It feels so good when blood runs down my body." She purred at him.

Salem didn't show it but he was thrilled. He hadn't had a blood bath in two months.

"I'll be back." He called softly to Narcissa and the Veela. He pulled the muggles into a bathroom, which held a huge tub that could hold ten grown people comfortably, and levitated them above him. Salem whipped his wand and the muggles' and his clothes vanished. On Salem's back was a marking that symbolized 'darkness' and 'wings'. He waved his wand a second time and two swords appeared. The swords began cutting the muggles' flesh and their screams only heightened Salem's pleasure. Blood rained down on them both as they embraced.

The blood slid down their bodies and they shivered. Salem's marking glowed red wherever the blood touched it. Salem grabbed Bellatrix and kissed her roughly biting her full lips until she bled. Being both sadist and masochistic they were the perfect couple for each other. Salem felt himself harden as her hands stroked him. She got on her knees in front of him and began licking blood off his long rod before taking him full inside her mouth. Salem groaned as he experienced his first time being given oral sex. He had often given it to others – mainly Bellatrix just to sate her but had never allowed anyone to return the favor. He gasped as she twirled her tongue around the length of him and loosened her neck muscles to deep throat him. Before he could lose himself he pulled out of her mouth and felt his marking turn all red and vanish.

Salem's appearance changed as his hair turned snowy white and his eyes turned to a beautiful blood-luster. His canines grew to fangs as his skin turned paler. It took all of his will power not to grow his wings or lose control of his mind. The secret he kept from all except Voldemort, Draco, Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Severus. The mistake that Salem would regret for all his immortal life. The secret that made him hate muggles and become deathly afraid of that name. Salem was a Dark One doomed to wander for all eternity.

Salem grabbed Bellatrix and set her hard on his shaft. There was pain but it was the good pain. He pinched and bit her nipples until she screamed with pleasure. Salem thrust inside her hard and fast as he pierced her neck with his fangs. He drank her honeyed blood and the pleasure he inflicted by drinking from her brought her to her climax. She released herself in a series of spasms but Salem wasn't done. He rammed into her again and again until she blacked out from exhaustion. Then he finally released himself into her and pulled himself out. He was already hardening again as he licked all the muggle blood off of Bellatrix body. She was too tired to walk so Salem carried her back to his room and put her on his bed. He ten turned to Narcissa and the Veela with a predator's grin. He had just found his prey.

A/N- Was this good? I was a little tired when I wrote this so if there is any grammar mistakes sorry. Next chapter will reveal Salem's tragic past and his two weaknesses. Now onto translation.

Cruor Exuro- curse-projectile- means Blood Burn. It causes the victims blood to turn to acid. The blood does not target major organs until after the victim has experienced unbelievable pain.

Castro Curse (Castro is the incantation)- curse--projectile-means castrate. Name says all but for those who don't know it means to cut off a boy's you-know-what. Hurts painfully (duh!).

Other Information

Dark One- First originated from Moravian. These creatures were made from bound spirits of demons. The ones residing in Salem is a Vampire Lord, a Nundu, and a spirit of an old evil monk that was sealed away by no less than three hundred wizards. How Salem was made into one will be explained in the next chapter.

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