Christmas Special

Hello Everyone!

Just posting an extra chapter – a longer, extended version of Chapter Twenty-Six, just because it's the holidays and all that, and I felt a little festive :) So, I recommend maybe re-reading that chapter for some context, but this can also be read as a stand-alone. Pretty short, I know, but just wanted to put it out there for you to enjoy.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays wherever you are in the world. Thank you all once again for reading, following, favourite-ing, and reviewing Nameless Darkness. It means a lot to me, so thank you!

Cheers! X

25th December 1998

It was indeed Christmas.

Alina palmed her wand after the Dark Lord had presented it to her. It fit perfectly in her right hand, and Alina sighed in relief, grateful that she was now reunited with her wand. These past months, she could not shake the feeling as if a limb was missing from her very being. Perhaps it was the sensation of feeling displaced in her life, but on reflection, Alina had really just missed her wand.

She ached to feel that rush of power that came when she enacted a charm or spell, but instead, Alina reached over to where Lord Voldemort sat next to her, and she murmured her thanks to him before placing her wine-laced lips on his cold, unforgiving ones.

Lord Voldemort peered into the eyes of his eternal consort and a strange look crossed his face.

"What is this hold that you have over me?" He hissed the question slowly into her beautiful rosebud mouth, much to her surprise.

Alina swallowed visibly, her heart pounding under her breast, before answering him.

"It is the same hold you have over me, my Lord."

His strange red eyes peered into her stormy grey ones; searching, probing. For a moment, Alina thought she saw a flash of vulnerability in his snake orbs, but it was gone far to fast for her to be sure.

"Did I ever tell you who my parents were?" The Dark Lord's voice was conversational, yet Alina could sense a trace of malice and distaste behind them.

She shook her head no; completely mute, for Tom had never been one to divulge his deepest, most shameful of secrets, even to her.

"My pathetic excuse for a mother descended from Salazar Slytherin himself. She was poor and unattractive, but in love. In love with a muggle." He sneered the word, his disgust visibly manifesting in the way his upper lip curved over his teeth. "Tom Riddle Senior was rich and handsome, and he thought he was better than my magical, pure-blooded mother. He would have never fallen in love with her, so she gave him a little push. It is said that even the best love potion can never actually cause real love, but only intense infatuation."

Alina watched, captivated, as the Dark Lord grew increasingly more agitated. His crystal wine glass nearly threatened to shatter in his strong hand. Lord Voldemort had ceased to look at her as he retold his history. His glowing red eyes seemed fixated in the distance, overlooking the nearby trees that surrounded the property. Alina had a feeling that this was the first time the Dark Lord had ever recanted this tale to a living soul. The thought made her even more nervous, and Alina started to shake.

"Once, it crossed my mind that perhaps you were just like her."

"What do you mean?" Alina whispered, scared that her friend still refused to look at her.

The Dark Lord peered down into his wine goblet, his tone of voice still conversational, but Alina was not deceived.

"I had thought once; what if Alina was the same as my mother? Did she use a love potion to entice me? I'm sure you remember that day in Slughorn's class. I had told you that the brew smelt like you, everything I had ever wanted growing up."

"I never - " Alina whispered fiercely, before she was brutally cut off.

Lord Voldemort seemed to almost fly across the short distance towards her. His nails dug into her pale skin, and his red eyes pierced her own.

"Then why do I feel like this!" He hissed vehemently, as he shook her hard.

The two lovers stared at each other, both trying, and failing, to get themselves under control.

After a time, when the Dark Lord appeared more in control of his emotions, he drew Alina closer to his form to whisper the words against her mouth.

"I don't believe in love, Alina. I never did. And yet, I cannot escape you."

"I cannot escape you either, but I do love you."

The Dark Lord's hands attached themselves to the nape of Alina's neck, his thumbs angling her head to the way he wanted to control her, and he brought his mouth down to hers in an all-consuming kiss. Alina felt ignited, but she also felt cold.

When he drew away from her, Alina realised that the tense moment the two had shared earlier was now gone. She was so used to his capricious mood swings, that it was almost second-nature to follow his lead, even if it was in a completely different direction from before. She thought that she would perhaps always follow whatever path he chose for them, whether willingly, or not.

"Just so you know," she began, "I never slipped you a love potion. You want me all on your own." Alina's voice was teasing, but the Dark Lord's eyes grew dark ever so slightly.

To change the subject, Alina spoke again, breaking the tension in the cold winter's evening.

"I am sorry."

"For what?" Lord Voldemort asked.

"I didn't get you a Christmas present."

"I think… that you can be a little creative in that regard."

"Oh, yes?" Alina quirked a silver eyebrow at him.

"Well, there is something you can give me."

"I think I've given you this… present quite a few times already."

A smirk curved the Dark Lord's mouth, and Alina thought that even dressed as her handsome childhood friend; he would still have the power to devastate her in any form.

"Well, I don't ask for much," he retorted.

"You ask for everything," Alina said before standing up abruptly.

"What are you doing?" He enquired, his eyes flashing commandingly.

"Giving myself a head start."

Before Lord Voldemort could question her, Alina drew her freshly presented wand and spelled the Dark Lord still before rushing away inside the house.

It took Lord Voldemort all of two seconds before he could shake off the spell and drew up to follow her inside.

He searched from room to room, finding them all empty. He gnashed in teeth in annoyance before entering the bedroom she had frequented previously.

Alina stood in the centre of the room, with her hands dangling loosely at her sides. Her silver dress seemed to sway in the nonexistent breeze, and she licked her lips.

"You found me."

"I will always find you."

The Dark Lord reached over to lift the beautifully embroidered dress over her blonde head, and chucked it into the corner of the bedroom.

Alina backed away slowly, tauntingly, until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the cold bed. Lord Voldemort swiftly disrobed. His hands found her slender waist and twisted her around so that her face met the duvet.

Blood pounded through Alina, causing her heart to hammer in her chest. Blood pounded through the Dark Lord as well, but not just to his heart.

"Crucio," he hissed, and Alina moaned in delighted ecstasy.

She could feel him against her bare bottom, so she moved herself against his hard bulge, hoping to torment him as much as he had done to her.

Lord Voldemort hissed before halting her movements and controlling her body.

His fingers reached down to find her wet entrance, and he claimed her with them, over and over again, before using his thumb to find that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

Alina screamed out in pleasure, but her cries were cut short. The Dark Lord entered her, almost painfully, chafing her. He hammered into her, his balls slapping against her, and Alina moaned again and again. Her inner walls seemed to almost choke his strong shaft, and the Dark Lord bit down on her shoulder as he came inside of her.

When he was done, instead of soothing the wound, Lord Voldemort bit her again, drawing blood. Tears welled in her eyes as the blood poured down her back, but he cursed her once more, allowing her to scream loudly again, however, this time in pleasure.

The two fell into a fitful, yet sexually sated, slumber. Their bodies curved around each other like serpents.

Before Alina completely dosed off, she thought she head Tom murmur to her.

"Merry Christmas, Alina."

But the sound was so silent; Alina thought that she must have imagined it.

Hope you all enjoyed the extra chapter. I'm off to have some more champagne!

Merry Christmas X