He's given you a week since the fiasco at the Department of Mysteries. A week to lick your wounds and pray that he doesn't think you're both too stupid to live. You failed him. You know it. And you, Bellatrix, may have especially expected him to contact you. But he hasn't. But then on that night one week later, when your Dark Marks start to burn in the familiar way of summoning, the tension breaks. 

Bellatrix has been waiting much too long for her to be summoned and when it finally happens, as well as to her husband Rudolphous, she apparates as quickly as quickly as possible, leaving Rudolphous behind to come after her. But she shows up first, only because she wants to speak with you, she's worried and afraid you're still angry with her and must know. She arrives before you and doesn't say a word for a few moments. "Master... you summoned..." She speaks in a low and soft tone.

Voldemort is standing in the center of the room, wringing his hands slowly. You notice his tense stance and it could be anger, or pleasure, or indifference. It's impossible to tell his moods or what he may do next. His eyes lock with yours and a slow smirk spreads across his face. "That was quite a quick response, Bellatrix." His voice hissing at you, angry. "Where is your useless husband?"

"You summoned Master, therefore I always arrive as quickly as I can," She replies, still in a soft tone. Swallowing thickly, her eyes never leave yours, watching you closely. "He's coming, he should be here soon enough, Master, I'm sorry for his delay." She clasps her hands together in front of her and waits a few more longing moments when suddenly Rudolphous apparates next to her, somewhat out of breath, but ready none-the-less. He glances from Trixie then to you and nods once, "M'Lord..."

"And neither of you bow. You fail me, and have the audacity to look me in the eye! Incompetent. Useless...." And his wand is in his hand now, his voice growing less steady, more tinged with that insanity that you know to be in him. He steps forward, taking your jaw in one hand and then sneers before he pushes you to the ground and turns on Rudolphous.

Trix looks away, obviously ashamed at herself and allows herself to be pushed to the ground, now bowing down before you. "I'm sorry Master... she says in a quivering tone, very apologetic for not having bowed down before you when she had first arrived. Rudolphous watches you force Trix down and immediately bows down before you without you having to touch him. "I apologize M'Lord!" He exclaims desperately.

Voldemort sneers. "Begging... sniveling.... Do either of you have any reason why I shouldn't kill you here and now?" His voice loud, unpredictably stressing syllables in his anger.

Trix has one very good reason, but knows she cannot say aloud with her husband kneeling down right next to her. She does not budge, nor does she make a sound, thinking rather quickly for an appropriate answer. "Because we're your loyal followers Master, we're only here to cater to your wants and only want to fulfill your most desirable needs, to which we have done so many, many times thus far." Her eyes fixed to the floor, and with every 'we' she only truly means, 'I.' Rudolphous, never answer, he heard Bella speak first and he knows that you always seem to rather listen to her than to him. So he stays silent, allowing for his wife to speak, as he too has his eyes focused upon the floor.

Voldemort laughs then, the sound harsh in the small room. He mimics a high pitches voice; "Oh. Because we're your loyal followers and here to cater to your wants and needs...." He laughs again. "Shite! My most loyal followers wouldn't have failed me. My most loyal followers wouldn't have let Potter and those mud blood friends of his get away. My most loyal followers would have BROUGHT ME WHAT I WANTED!" And as he fairly screams the last part he turns on you, wand pointed directly at your bowed head.

Rudolphous's eyes shift to see your wand pointed directly at Bella and can't watch what may happen next. Suddenly, Trix reaches into her robes and pulls out a small, red velvet pouch and holds it up to you, never shying away from you wand. "These are the shards of the prophecy Master..." her tone still quivering with fear.

Voldemort had even begun to raise his hand, but he stops, his eyes going to bag almost greedily as he reaches out to snatch it away. He empties the contents into his hand, his breath catching slightly. "There are initials. What are they for?" His voice commanding an answer almost childishly.

"The one who made the prophecy, Master... those are the initials..." Trixie replies in a more calm tone, feeling better about the situation at hand, hoping beyond all hope that you are somehow pleased with what she has brought to you. Rudolphous brings his head up slightly, to see what she had brought, having no recollection that she had even collected to pieces from the floor.

"You have done well." He says as he extends his hand to you, the corners of his lips curling into what could be a smile or a grimace. "Stand up.... my wonderful Dark Love." And the curling does spread into a harsh smile at Rudolphous' small gasp at those words.

Trix looks up to you and sees the small smirk upon your face. Slowly a grin appears over her features as well and reaches up to take your hand and slowly stands. She glances down to Rudolphous and could only let that grin of her's widen with pride before looking back to you. "I am so happy that you're pleased, Master." Rudolphous can only stay kneeling on the floor, wondering what the hell was going on, but he doesn't say anything and merely stays upon the floor.

"Yes, my most loyal servant..." Voldemort lets the hand holding the bad of shards trail thru your hair, the other taking his wand again as he turns on Rudolphous with you at his side. "And you. Why should you live?"

Trix smiles almost seductively as she feels your fingers trail through her hair, feeling very pleased with herself even. She glances back down to her husband yet again, knowing he doesn't have a damn thing to show for himself. Rudolphous kneels there, trying to come up with a good explanation, but feels he doesn't have one. "M'Lord, I don't have anything for you this evening, but I promise that I will redeem myself by performing all tasks that you want done. Please M'Lord, I will do whatever you s ay..." He pleads, begging, knowing he'll be punished or even worse, killed.

A harsh laugh and Voldemort shakes his head, turning to you and stepping away a small distance. "Not good enough. Kill him." His voice almost happy, and the corners of his eyes curling in glee. "And make it hurt."

Bellatrix obeys happily with a nod and takes her wand out. Stepping over to her husband, she points the wand directly at his head and grins down at him as he looks back up to her, wondering why she's doing this so willingly. Soon he realizes what had been going on all along and knew he should have never trusted her. Bella hits him with her favorite Unforgivable, blasting him with curses of Crucio, over and over again. She watches shudder in pain on the floor, screaming for it to stop. She watches him gleefully as Rudolphous can no longer take the pain, nearly upon death as the constant stunnings and blasts of Crucio envelope his body. She kneels down next to him, wand poking at his heart and a devious grin on her face. "You fool," she mutters softly, when whispers. "Avada Kedavra, love..."