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Title: Eternity
Author: Silverwolf
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Vampirism M/F
Disclaimer: Most of these are not my characters they belong to J.K. Rowling. I’m just borrowing them.
Summary: Harry is searching for someone and he finds what he is looking for.
A/N: This was written about a year ago. I just never posted it here in my LJ.
My name is Alyssa and I find myself walking down a familiar street in the moonlight wondering how I got there. I grew up in this small college town. You could say that the drinking and the college party-life was apart of my blood, but not so anymore. Decades have gone by and I look the same. I’m just the same somewhat tall brunette, with long wavy hair and deep brown eyes. I look at these college students and see what I once was, young and naïve; without a care in the world. I miss my family and my friends, never once thinking that one day I would be taken away from them so suddenly.
On that fateful day, some friends and I decided to go to the big city, rent a hotel room together and party downtown. I foolishly decided to stay at the bar later than the others.
After the bar closed, I was walking alone to my car keeping an eye out for over zealous men. What I didn’t know was what I should have been looking out for was the silent approach of something non-human.
I was almost to my car when someone came from behind and put his arms around me. I tried to fight back. I heard him mumble something in Latin but I couldn’t understand what he said. Within moments my head was turned to the side and I felt a piercing pain in my neck. I started to pant as my life’s blood was being taken from me. I saw people walking past us as if they didn’t see us. I couldn’t even hear their speech or laughter due to the pounding in my head. The pounding was incredibly fast but it quickly slowed as my vision started to blur.
Just as I thought I would loose consciousness, I heard him say in a think accent “Drink”. And I didn’t understand until he bit his own wrist and presented it to me. Once I smelled the blood I couldn’t control myself, I was thirsty and after a tentative lick, with the speed I wasn’t aware of, I attached my mouth to his wrist, bit down, tearing at his wrist with my own teeth and drank. The pounding in my head increased until suddenly it felt as if an explosion went off. My knees gave out and I collapsed to the ground. Another Latin word was spoken and the next thing I knew I was in a hotel room, but it wasn’t my own and I wasn’t with my friends. I looked around the room hoping to come up with some answers.
I opened the windows to find the moon full, which was surprising since I wasn’t expecting the full moon for another few days. (I had a few Wicca friends and watching the moon cycles was a habit of mine.)
I found a newspaper on the table by the door and I nervously looked at the date. And just as I suspected a few days had gone by. I reached for the phone and quickly dialed my best friend. She was excited and relieved. She said she had no idea where I was and was thinking the worse things. I told her I was fine and not to worry.
I left the hotel finding my bill was already paid and my car was in the parking lot. I drove all the way back to my home town in the middle of the night and fell asleep instantly once I got home, not waking again until nightfall.
That was how it all began. My avoidance for the day and my desire for blood began. A man finally came to me a few days later and said that he had a message for me. I was to come with him and when he held out his hand I found myself being whisked away into a dungeon of sorts. That was the only word I had for the room that I was locked up in.
I stayed in that dungeon for the longest of time. I found myself rescued by the man that made me. My master as I would call him in time, the vampire that made me. I discovered that the man who took me from my home was from something called the Ministry of Magic and that I was considered a ‘Dark Creature’. They discovered that I was created and wanted to get control of the situation before my desire for blood would consume me and turn my little town into a frenzy with missing people and such.
My kind was hidden from the ‘Muggle’ people and I was now apart of the magical world, if I liked it or not. Of course all of this was news to me….a magical world indeed. I learned so much of that culture in the following year and found out that my Master was in fact a Wizard and I was just a Muggle, a non magical person. But now that didn’t matter. I was a dark creature and therefore a danger to the Muggle and Magical people as they were now my food, their life’s blood was now all that I needed to survive. Well, that and the company of my Master.
The only problem with that was that years later he took his own life. So now I walk the streets alone, looking for my next prey. I’m tired and I so miss my maker, my Master. He was old and powerful, but he just couldn’t take immortality any longer. You see, he was already 500 years old, not nearly as old as others believe it or not, but no less powerful. He apologized to me over and over knowing that I would eventually have to endure what he had for so many years, years of loneliness. He said he stuck around even longer than he thought he would. But just the same, he wanted to end it all but wanted someone to carry on in his place.
The only thing protecting me now is that he was powerful and that power was passed on to me, keeping other vampires from coming after me and claiming me. We wouldn’t kill our own kind, but death was not what we feared. It was the off chance that we would be buried alive or somehow bound to suffer life without the life’s blood that sustains us.
Now there are many misconceptions about vampires for one…we can walk and live our life with the sun, it’s just not very comfortable, but we can do it. But, many like myself chose to do our living within the comfort of the moonlit shadows as it is hard to hide our identity in the daylight when our skin glows so brightly.
Within the last few years I chose to feed differently than my Master. I chose to feed off a few verses the one, giving me the option to not kill those that sustain me. I have been watching the humans lately and I don’t necessarily believe that they are just cattle to be fed upon. They are beings just like myself and should be respected, even if I have to hide my identity from them by rolling their mind as I feed from them, giving them memories other than the moment in which I take just a bit of their life’s blood.
I pause in my thoughts long enough to feel a presence behind me. I can feel someone following and I can smell….him. I have smelt him before in fact in other cities, stalking me. But I have had enough. Tonight, I shall play a game.
And this is where my story gets interesting….
I was perched on the abandoned stairway looking down at my new prey. I knew he had been following me for a time now. I moved from city to city, careful to avoid being noticed. But this man never failed to find me.
I jumped down and landed right in front of the black haired man, failing to startle him as I had hoped. “You have been following me for a time now.” I said as I stalked him and walked gracefully around him, taking in his appearance.
He was a tall man of about 25 and was quite built. He had beautiful raven hair and emerald eyes.
“My, my, what I prize I have found.” I said out loud admiring his looks. He was very pretty in a masculine kind of way. He wore black jeans and a tight fitting black long sleeve shirt. I looked at his tight jeans and noticed a wand sticking out of his back pocket.
“Ah, and I see that you are a wizard. I am quite surprised.” I said as I wondered why he had been following me for so long.
He looked a bit nervous but gave me a dashing smile turning his head to watch my every move, yet standing his ground bravely.
“Yes, I have been following you. My name is Harry, Harry Potter and I work for the Ministry of Magic.”
“So another comes to me from the Ministry. What are you here to do? Take me back to Britain and lock me up as they once did?” I asked showing a bit of fang in my anger.
This didn’t faze him at all. “Actually no. I came here on my own and used their resources to get information about you, to find you.” He said causally.
I was a bit taken back. I looked at him in earnest this time and relaxed my stance. “Why did you want to find me?” I asked this time with my fangs retracted. I wasn’t angry anymore, just curious.
“Because of who you are, because of the one that made you.” He said in return with an odd look in his eyes. “I’m not here to hurt you, just to be with you.”
This confused me even more.
“It’s a long story. Do you think we could find someplace to talk before the rain comes?” He asked.
“Yes, of course.” I said just before the rain started to pour down upon us.
He came to me and wrapped his arms around me before whisking us away. I felt a pull on my body and stumbled against him as we arrived in an apartment wet with our hair plastered to our heads.
“Lumos!” He said under his breath.
I looked up into his eyes and my breath catched in my throat. He looked even more wonderful in the light. His features were strong and my body fit perfectly against his. He seemed to be studying me just as closely as I was studying him. It took me a few moments to clear my mind enough to back away from him.
I looked down at my clothes and sighed. I looked back up to him to see him give me that smile again, the one that lit up his entire face. He took off with a bit of a run into the other room and came back with two green towels.
“Thanks.” I said to him as he handed me one. I immediately started to dry my hair and as I did so, it started to kink up into tight curls. Harry took off again and came back with some spare clothes.
“I know you wouldn’t get sick or anything, but just the same this would make you more comfortable.” He said as he handed them to me and took off the moment I nodded my head in thanks to go to the bedroom to change into dryer clothes himself.
Not knowing how long he was going to give me, I quickly remove my black dress and put on the white t-shirt and plaid draw string pants, finding the pants hanging low on my hips no matter how tight I tied them and the shirt was so large that it felt buried within it. I sat down on the comfortable couch, curling my legs under me, waiting his return. I noticed the blanket on the back of the couch and removed it to cover me, to warm me up. I maybe a vampire, but I can still get cold.
I laid there for a few moments getting comfortable and allowed my eyes to close. I woke within moments when I heard him enter the room. He was also wearing comfortable clothing, grey sweat pants and a grey shirt. His feet were bare like mine and I found it a bit arousing. He gave me a shy smile and sat down next to me. Without thinking I tossed the end of the blanket over his legs allowing him to inch closer to me. He grabbed my feet and placed them over his lap, placing his hand on my knees and his other over the back of the couch.
I turned more towards him noticing how oddly comfortable we were there together. “So are you ready to tell me your ‘long story’?” I asked him with a smile of my own barely noticing him pick up a lock of my hair and curl it around his fingers.
“Humm, Where to start?” He asked out loud mostly to himself.
“Your maker was an ancestor of someone very close to me, my godfather in fact.” He said. I perked up to this.
Harry continued. “My godfather, Sirius Black, died a few years ago and I found a journal that mentioned you. I had to wait until I finished school before looking for you.” Harry paused, waiting for me to say something.
“Whose journal was it?” I ask curiously.
“Regulus Black, not Sirius’ brother but the man he was named after, your maker.” Harry said.
“He had a journal? What did it say?” I asked excitedly.
“That he became a vampire years after his son was born. But the time came when his wife died and his son had children of his own. Years past and he became lonely and bored. He started to travel the world and eventually ended in the States in the mid 1970’s. He found a beautiful young woman with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. The girl was a spitfire almost more than he could handle, but that was what got his attention. He needed someone with that type of energy to make him feel alive again. But it wasn’t going to last. He eventually longed for his wife and ended his own to be with her. But in turn, that left the girl on her own.” Harry looked at me with a mixture of expressions running within his eyes, understanding, compassion, loneliness, desperation, hunger and eventually desire.
I wasn’t sure what to think.
“He left just enough clues for me to find you, as if he knew that one day someone was going to find that journal and look for you. I know that you were just 19 when you were taken and that was 30 years ago. And of those years, you have been alone for 25 of them.” Harry stopped talking and looked deeply into my eyes. I knew he was trying to tell me something but I wasn’t sure what.
Then he answered my question for me. “I too have been alone for so long. My parents died when I was a baby and turned 25 this year. Every one of those years I have felt such loneliness. How have you done it? How have you survived for so long?” I could see the unleashed tears in his eyes.
“I’m not sure I have an answer for that. I just take one day at a time; move from town to town, never getting close to anyone.” I looked into the fire before continuing. I thought of my master watching his family members die one by one, either by old age or by other means. He outlived so many yet eventually he gave up his immortality to be with his true love.
“What’s the point? How can I get so close to someone when they’re just going to die on me anyway?” I said this mostly to myself but just as I did, Harry lunged himself into my arms and I felt him shake. It took me a moment to realize that he was crying. I wrapped my arms around him and held him.
“Harry, Harry, Harry. What did I say that upset you so?” I whispered this over and over kissing his tears away.
Harry started to babble about his life, about the war and how he lost so many friends. I was so surprised that I didn’t hear of this war, but then I did burry myself in the Muggle world back in the States.
Not long later, Harry fell asleep in my arms. I had the strength in me to pick him up and carry him to his bed but I was just too tired. I rolled him over and laid on top of him, placing the blanket over us before succumbing to sleep myself.
In the morning I woke to Harry stretching. I looked up to him with my sleepy eyes to see the most dazzling smile. Within moments he grabbed my face and started to kiss me excitedly. He pulled away to look into my eyes and started to laugh, which in turn made me laugh.
“You stayed!” Harry exclaimed. “You actually stayed with me!”
“Of course I stayed. How could I leave with when we have much more to say to each other?” I looked at him with a smile knowing that leaving never even entered my mind.
I looked at him questionably as he touched his neck and wrists to find them clean of any bite marks. “You know, I could have bitten you and you would have never noticed. I know how to feed without ending someone’s life and I know how to heal the wounds. But I wouldn’t have betrayed your trust like that, Harry.” I got up from the couch and walked to the window, pulling the curtain to the side just a bit to look out into the morning sun, squinting as I did so. I pulled away from the window before it gave me a headache.
“Plus, I fed well last night and I will be fine until nightfall. Then, I will have to go back out for a while.” I turned to look back at Harry to find him looking at me strangely. As if now that he had me, he didn’t know what to do with me.
“Go ahead and ask your questions. I will answer them truthfully.” I said to him before walking back to sit as his feet.
“The sun didn’t hurt you.” He stated it more like a question. “I never thought to look for you during the day.”
“No, the sun doesn’t hurt me. It’s not comfortable, but I can walk out in it. I haven’t done so in ages, but it can be done. Unfortunately if I did, the Magical world would identify me immediately and the Muggles look at me questionably, seeing me as something else. My skin glows too brightly and my hair is too shinny, not to mention my pearly whites. My fangs won’t show until I call on them, look.” I said this to him just before I open my mouth to show my fangs descending. I watched his eyes as he looked at me in wonder and then he leaned over to look closer at them. The boy is just too trusting.
“That’s brilliant!” Harry exclaimed as he reached over and placed his finger on one of them accidentally cutting his finger on it.
My eyes glazed over as a drop of his blood landed on my tongue. He pulled back suddenly as he realized what he had done. I started to pant as my heart sped up. With sudden speed, I grabbed his retreating finger and put it into my mouth. I controlled myself, allowing only a taste before using my saliva to close his wound.
I was still panting when I looked up at him and slowly raised myself to my knees. “You are too trusting Harry.” I said to him before I put my hand on the back of his neck and brought his face to me. I drew him in for a kiss and he opened his mouth immediately. I put my tongue in his mouth and caressed his with mine, sharing the tangy taste of the blood that I took from him. Surprisingly, Harry put his arms under mine and pulled me up into his lap while still devouring my lips. We both started to breathe heavily with need as I rubbed up against him finding him hard. He put his arms around me tighter and I could tell he was struggling to not thrust his hips forward towards me.
“Harry.” I whispered to him as he released my lips to trail kisses down my neck. “Are you sure you want this with me.”
“Gods, Yes!” Was his only response before he picked me up and took me to his bedroom. I wrapped my legs around him and held on.
He placed me on his bed and quickly undressed himself before me. I was drooling as I watched him reveal his muscular body, not overly so, just solid and strong. Once he was undressed he did the same to me, starting with my shirt and then my pants. I heard him gasp as he was staring down at me and I knew what he saw. A porcelain curved body that glowed, breasts firm and round with nipples erect with the desire, long wavy hair shinning, moving from an unfelt wind with eyes that gave off the same magical movement within its deep brown orbs.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.” Harry exclaimed before he slowly lowered himself to me, his eyes feral as he looked down at me. Had he been another vampire, I would have been scared. But as it was the desire surged through me renewed, stronger, making my breasts bounce with the movement of my panting as he came closer to me.
He whispered my name “Alyssa” before taking my lips in a passionate kiss. I spread my legs to allow him to settle himself comfortably upon me. I felt his erection digging into my hip and that excited me even more. I started to moan and rub up against him, giving me a groan from Harry.
“Alyssa, please. May I?” Harry asked between his deep breathes.
“Yes, Oh Yes!” I said as he entered me on my first yes. I arched my body up to his and bucked to meet him. Harry groaned deeply and paused for a moment before pulling himself almost all the way out before impaling me again, thrusting deeper into my body.
“So tight, so wet.” I heard Harry say between thrusts. He was breathing more heavily now and I could feel the sweet drip off his forehead to land on mine.
“Yes, Yes, Yes!” I said over and over as I moaned. My orgasm was building higher and higher until suddenly Harry attached his mouth to mine and I tasted his delicious blood upon my tongue. I couldn’t believe what he had done. He bit his own tongue and was allowing me to feast upon him at the height of our orgasm. I drew the blood into my mouth and drank from him, pulling the blood from him and into me; each time I did we felt the tug from something down below, a direct link to our connecting bodies. We both cried out our orgasm into each others mouths as we kissed and I felt him explode within me while my muscles milked him for everything he had.
Once we caught our breath, we looked into each others eyes and smiled and as we looked down we saw that we still had blood on our lips and chin. We licked it up, leaving not a drop behind. I was getting aroused again just by that act alone. But then, I was a vampire and sex and blood were often times one in the same.
“Harry.” I whispered as I rolled him over and straddled him. I started to nibble down his neck to one of his nipples. “What are we doing? What do you want from me?” I took one of his nipples into my mouth and sucked on it gently before pulling away and kissing my way over to his other.
“What is the real reason you have been following me? It’s not for sex. You’re so hot that finding someone willing would be so easy for you.” I said this right before I sucked on his other nipple. I breathed cool air on it afterwards causing him to gasp and making his nipple even harder for me. “How can you trust me so easily with your blood? Don’t you know that most vampires have no control once they have a taste of something so fine?”
Harry started to breathe heaver. I could see and feel that he was getting excited by my questions.
“Is it the blood? Are you fascinated by it?” I whispered against his flesh with a breathy voice. “Do you like the pain?”
“Yessss…” He hissed and just then I bit his nipple drawing more blood, careful not to hurt him…too much. I drew on him just enough, not to weaken him, but to make him come like a fountain against his stomach, moaning my name.
I closed the wound with my saliva and moved lower to lap up the come, concentrating on the pool that landed in his belly button. I saw him shiver as I grazed it with my teeth, looking up to him watching every emotion that passed across his face and eyes. I could read him so easily.
I took a small bite, this one only what one would call a love bite, before I lowered myself even more and took him in my mouth. He was oh so very hard and throbbing in my mouth. I took my tongue and rubbed it along his thick vain; feeling with my vampire senses the blood that was flowing through it. I moaned deeply with excitement causing him to cry out and whither beneath me. I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed. I caressed his sack in my hand feeling them tighten, knowing that it would be soon. I increased the pressure of my tongue and bobbed my head, feeling his hands drawn to my silky hair. He tensed up, screaming as he held me down to convulse deep into the back of my throat. I devoured every bit of him.
Once I was released, I looked up at him licking the corner of my mouth.
“Alyssa.” Harry whispered hoarsely after screaming so loudly as he came. “Be with me forever. Don’t ever leave me.” He was begging and my heart leaped out of my chest. I made a dive for him and kissed him, sweeping my tongue against his sharing his taste on my tongue. I had never felt so whole in my life and this beautiful mortal is what made it so.
“Harry, are you asking what I think you are asking?” I said to him between kisses.
“Yes, Please!” I looked at him and nodded.
I found him hard yet again and I impaled myself upon him, showing him how slick I was. I moved seductively against him and increased the speed as he started to make those little noises in the back of his throat.
Quietly I chant “Your Flesh, my flesh joined as one. Your blood, my blood joins us for eternity.”
I bent down and bit him, drinking until he was almost drained. I continued to thrust against him hearing Harry moan, trying desperately to meet my thrusts even in his weakened state. I pulled back and bit my own wrist, bringing it to him. I slowed my movements to just rocking against him.
“Drink my love.” I said to him before I started to chant. “Your Flesh, my flesh joined as one. Your blood, my blood joins us for eternity.”
He drank to the point of almost draining me. Once he stopped he suddenly flipped me over and started to pound into me lustfully. We were both moaning so loudly that we were screaming calling out each others names.
“Fuck, Yes, Alyssa, Yess!”
“Harry, Harry! Oh, Gods! HARRY!”
We both screamed as we came, our bodies still one, feeling the aftereffects of our orgasm. Within moments Harry and I were asleep and we didn’t wake until nightfall, when Harry needed to feed.
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Decades later we are still together, just as young and beautiful as before. I taught Harry how to control his blood lust and to just take a little from each victim, rolling their minds to make them believe what we want them to. Often times I suggest he make them believe they had a causal kiss or tryst, just to make things interesting. We move from town to town, always together never apart.
Harry tells me that he has never been so happy. He has someone that he loves with his whole heart and is loved back just as much, someone that won’t die on him and will always be there for him………..someone to spend eternity with.
Author: Silverwolf
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Vampirism M/F
Disclaimer: Most of these are not my characters they belong to J.K. Rowling. I’m just borrowing them.
Summary: Harry is searching for someone and he finds what he is looking for.
A/N: This was written about a year ago. I just never posted it here in my LJ.
My name is Alyssa and I find myself walking down a familiar street in the moonlight wondering how I got there. I grew up in this small college town. You could say that the drinking and the college party-life was apart of my blood, but not so anymore. Decades have gone by and I look the same. I’m just the same somewhat tall brunette, with long wavy hair and deep brown eyes. I look at these college students and see what I once was, young and naïve; without a care in the world. I miss my family and my friends, never once thinking that one day I would be taken away from them so suddenly.
On that fateful day, some friends and I decided to go to the big city, rent a hotel room together and party downtown. I foolishly decided to stay at the bar later than the others.
After the bar closed, I was walking alone to my car keeping an eye out for over zealous men. What I didn’t know was what I should have been looking out for was the silent approach of something non-human.
I was almost to my car when someone came from behind and put his arms around me. I tried to fight back. I heard him mumble something in Latin but I couldn’t understand what he said. Within moments my head was turned to the side and I felt a piercing pain in my neck. I started to pant as my life’s blood was being taken from me. I saw people walking past us as if they didn’t see us. I couldn’t even hear their speech or laughter due to the pounding in my head. The pounding was incredibly fast but it quickly slowed as my vision started to blur.
Just as I thought I would loose consciousness, I heard him say in a think accent “Drink”. And I didn’t understand until he bit his own wrist and presented it to me. Once I smelled the blood I couldn’t control myself, I was thirsty and after a tentative lick, with the speed I wasn’t aware of, I attached my mouth to his wrist, bit down, tearing at his wrist with my own teeth and drank. The pounding in my head increased until suddenly it felt as if an explosion went off. My knees gave out and I collapsed to the ground. Another Latin word was spoken and the next thing I knew I was in a hotel room, but it wasn’t my own and I wasn’t with my friends. I looked around the room hoping to come up with some answers.
I opened the windows to find the moon full, which was surprising since I wasn’t expecting the full moon for another few days. (I had a few Wicca friends and watching the moon cycles was a habit of mine.)
I found a newspaper on the table by the door and I nervously looked at the date. And just as I suspected a few days had gone by. I reached for the phone and quickly dialed my best friend. She was excited and relieved. She said she had no idea where I was and was thinking the worse things. I told her I was fine and not to worry.
I left the hotel finding my bill was already paid and my car was in the parking lot. I drove all the way back to my home town in the middle of the night and fell asleep instantly once I got home, not waking again until nightfall.
That was how it all began. My avoidance for the day and my desire for blood began. A man finally came to me a few days later and said that he had a message for me. I was to come with him and when he held out his hand I found myself being whisked away into a dungeon of sorts. That was the only word I had for the room that I was locked up in.
I stayed in that dungeon for the longest of time. I found myself rescued by the man that made me. My master as I would call him in time, the vampire that made me. I discovered that the man who took me from my home was from something called the Ministry of Magic and that I was considered a ‘Dark Creature’. They discovered that I was created and wanted to get control of the situation before my desire for blood would consume me and turn my little town into a frenzy with missing people and such.
My kind was hidden from the ‘Muggle’ people and I was now apart of the magical world, if I liked it or not. Of course all of this was news to me….a magical world indeed. I learned so much of that culture in the following year and found out that my Master was in fact a Wizard and I was just a Muggle, a non magical person. But now that didn’t matter. I was a dark creature and therefore a danger to the Muggle and Magical people as they were now my food, their life’s blood was now all that I needed to survive. Well, that and the company of my Master.
The only problem with that was that years later he took his own life. So now I walk the streets alone, looking for my next prey. I’m tired and I so miss my maker, my Master. He was old and powerful, but he just couldn’t take immortality any longer. You see, he was already 500 years old, not nearly as old as others believe it or not, but no less powerful. He apologized to me over and over knowing that I would eventually have to endure what he had for so many years, years of loneliness. He said he stuck around even longer than he thought he would. But just the same, he wanted to end it all but wanted someone to carry on in his place.
The only thing protecting me now is that he was powerful and that power was passed on to me, keeping other vampires from coming after me and claiming me. We wouldn’t kill our own kind, but death was not what we feared. It was the off chance that we would be buried alive or somehow bound to suffer life without the life’s blood that sustains us.
Now there are many misconceptions about vampires for one…we can walk and live our life with the sun, it’s just not very comfortable, but we can do it. But, many like myself chose to do our living within the comfort of the moonlit shadows as it is hard to hide our identity in the daylight when our skin glows so brightly.
Within the last few years I chose to feed differently than my Master. I chose to feed off a few verses the one, giving me the option to not kill those that sustain me. I have been watching the humans lately and I don’t necessarily believe that they are just cattle to be fed upon. They are beings just like myself and should be respected, even if I have to hide my identity from them by rolling their mind as I feed from them, giving them memories other than the moment in which I take just a bit of their life’s blood.
I pause in my thoughts long enough to feel a presence behind me. I can feel someone following and I can smell….him. I have smelt him before in fact in other cities, stalking me. But I have had enough. Tonight, I shall play a game.
And this is where my story gets interesting….
I was perched on the abandoned stairway looking down at my new prey. I knew he had been following me for a time now. I moved from city to city, careful to avoid being noticed. But this man never failed to find me.
I jumped down and landed right in front of the black haired man, failing to startle him as I had hoped. “You have been following me for a time now.” I said as I stalked him and walked gracefully around him, taking in his appearance.
He was a tall man of about 25 and was quite built. He had beautiful raven hair and emerald eyes.
“My, my, what I prize I have found.” I said out loud admiring his looks. He was very pretty in a masculine kind of way. He wore black jeans and a tight fitting black long sleeve shirt. I looked at his tight jeans and noticed a wand sticking out of his back pocket.
“Ah, and I see that you are a wizard. I am quite surprised.” I said as I wondered why he had been following me for so long.
He looked a bit nervous but gave me a dashing smile turning his head to watch my every move, yet standing his ground bravely.
“Yes, I have been following you. My name is Harry, Harry Potter and I work for the Ministry of Magic.”
“So another comes to me from the Ministry. What are you here to do? Take me back to Britain and lock me up as they once did?” I asked showing a bit of fang in my anger.
This didn’t faze him at all. “Actually no. I came here on my own and used their resources to get information about you, to find you.” He said causally.
I was a bit taken back. I looked at him in earnest this time and relaxed my stance. “Why did you want to find me?” I asked this time with my fangs retracted. I wasn’t angry anymore, just curious.
“Because of who you are, because of the one that made you.” He said in return with an odd look in his eyes. “I’m not here to hurt you, just to be with you.”
This confused me even more.
“It’s a long story. Do you think we could find someplace to talk before the rain comes?” He asked.
“Yes, of course.” I said just before the rain started to pour down upon us.
He came to me and wrapped his arms around me before whisking us away. I felt a pull on my body and stumbled against him as we arrived in an apartment wet with our hair plastered to our heads.
“Lumos!” He said under his breath.
I looked up into his eyes and my breath catched in my throat. He looked even more wonderful in the light. His features were strong and my body fit perfectly against his. He seemed to be studying me just as closely as I was studying him. It took me a few moments to clear my mind enough to back away from him.
I looked down at my clothes and sighed. I looked back up to him to see him give me that smile again, the one that lit up his entire face. He took off with a bit of a run into the other room and came back with two green towels.
“Thanks.” I said to him as he handed me one. I immediately started to dry my hair and as I did so, it started to kink up into tight curls. Harry took off again and came back with some spare clothes.
“I know you wouldn’t get sick or anything, but just the same this would make you more comfortable.” He said as he handed them to me and took off the moment I nodded my head in thanks to go to the bedroom to change into dryer clothes himself.
Not knowing how long he was going to give me, I quickly remove my black dress and put on the white t-shirt and plaid draw string pants, finding the pants hanging low on my hips no matter how tight I tied them and the shirt was so large that it felt buried within it. I sat down on the comfortable couch, curling my legs under me, waiting his return. I noticed the blanket on the back of the couch and removed it to cover me, to warm me up. I maybe a vampire, but I can still get cold.
I laid there for a few moments getting comfortable and allowed my eyes to close. I woke within moments when I heard him enter the room. He was also wearing comfortable clothing, grey sweat pants and a grey shirt. His feet were bare like mine and I found it a bit arousing. He gave me a shy smile and sat down next to me. Without thinking I tossed the end of the blanket over his legs allowing him to inch closer to me. He grabbed my feet and placed them over his lap, placing his hand on my knees and his other over the back of the couch.
I turned more towards him noticing how oddly comfortable we were there together. “So are you ready to tell me your ‘long story’?” I asked him with a smile of my own barely noticing him pick up a lock of my hair and curl it around his fingers.
“Humm, Where to start?” He asked out loud mostly to himself.
“Your maker was an ancestor of someone very close to me, my godfather in fact.” He said. I perked up to this.
Harry continued. “My godfather, Sirius Black, died a few years ago and I found a journal that mentioned you. I had to wait until I finished school before looking for you.” Harry paused, waiting for me to say something.
“Whose journal was it?” I ask curiously.
“Regulus Black, not Sirius’ brother but the man he was named after, your maker.” Harry said.
“He had a journal? What did it say?” I asked excitedly.
“That he became a vampire years after his son was born. But the time came when his wife died and his son had children of his own. Years past and he became lonely and bored. He started to travel the world and eventually ended in the States in the mid 1970’s. He found a beautiful young woman with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. The girl was a spitfire almost more than he could handle, but that was what got his attention. He needed someone with that type of energy to make him feel alive again. But it wasn’t going to last. He eventually longed for his wife and ended his own to be with her. But in turn, that left the girl on her own.” Harry looked at me with a mixture of expressions running within his eyes, understanding, compassion, loneliness, desperation, hunger and eventually desire.
I wasn’t sure what to think.
“He left just enough clues for me to find you, as if he knew that one day someone was going to find that journal and look for you. I know that you were just 19 when you were taken and that was 30 years ago. And of those years, you have been alone for 25 of them.” Harry stopped talking and looked deeply into my eyes. I knew he was trying to tell me something but I wasn’t sure what.
Then he answered my question for me. “I too have been alone for so long. My parents died when I was a baby and turned 25 this year. Every one of those years I have felt such loneliness. How have you done it? How have you survived for so long?” I could see the unleashed tears in his eyes.
“I’m not sure I have an answer for that. I just take one day at a time; move from town to town, never getting close to anyone.” I looked into the fire before continuing. I thought of my master watching his family members die one by one, either by old age or by other means. He outlived so many yet eventually he gave up his immortality to be with his true love.
“What’s the point? How can I get so close to someone when they’re just going to die on me anyway?” I said this mostly to myself but just as I did, Harry lunged himself into my arms and I felt him shake. It took me a moment to realize that he was crying. I wrapped my arms around him and held him.
“Harry, Harry, Harry. What did I say that upset you so?” I whispered this over and over kissing his tears away.
Harry started to babble about his life, about the war and how he lost so many friends. I was so surprised that I didn’t hear of this war, but then I did burry myself in the Muggle world back in the States.
Not long later, Harry fell asleep in my arms. I had the strength in me to pick him up and carry him to his bed but I was just too tired. I rolled him over and laid on top of him, placing the blanket over us before succumbing to sleep myself.
In the morning I woke to Harry stretching. I looked up to him with my sleepy eyes to see the most dazzling smile. Within moments he grabbed my face and started to kiss me excitedly. He pulled away to look into my eyes and started to laugh, which in turn made me laugh.
“You stayed!” Harry exclaimed. “You actually stayed with me!”
“Of course I stayed. How could I leave with when we have much more to say to each other?” I looked at him with a smile knowing that leaving never even entered my mind.
I looked at him questionably as he touched his neck and wrists to find them clean of any bite marks. “You know, I could have bitten you and you would have never noticed. I know how to feed without ending someone’s life and I know how to heal the wounds. But I wouldn’t have betrayed your trust like that, Harry.” I got up from the couch and walked to the window, pulling the curtain to the side just a bit to look out into the morning sun, squinting as I did so. I pulled away from the window before it gave me a headache.
“Plus, I fed well last night and I will be fine until nightfall. Then, I will have to go back out for a while.” I turned to look back at Harry to find him looking at me strangely. As if now that he had me, he didn’t know what to do with me.
“Go ahead and ask your questions. I will answer them truthfully.” I said to him before walking back to sit as his feet.
“The sun didn’t hurt you.” He stated it more like a question. “I never thought to look for you during the day.”
“No, the sun doesn’t hurt me. It’s not comfortable, but I can walk out in it. I haven’t done so in ages, but it can be done. Unfortunately if I did, the Magical world would identify me immediately and the Muggles look at me questionably, seeing me as something else. My skin glows too brightly and my hair is too shinny, not to mention my pearly whites. My fangs won’t show until I call on them, look.” I said this to him just before I open my mouth to show my fangs descending. I watched his eyes as he looked at me in wonder and then he leaned over to look closer at them. The boy is just too trusting.
“That’s brilliant!” Harry exclaimed as he reached over and placed his finger on one of them accidentally cutting his finger on it.
My eyes glazed over as a drop of his blood landed on my tongue. He pulled back suddenly as he realized what he had done. I started to pant as my heart sped up. With sudden speed, I grabbed his retreating finger and put it into my mouth. I controlled myself, allowing only a taste before using my saliva to close his wound.
I was still panting when I looked up at him and slowly raised myself to my knees. “You are too trusting Harry.” I said to him before I put my hand on the back of his neck and brought his face to me. I drew him in for a kiss and he opened his mouth immediately. I put my tongue in his mouth and caressed his with mine, sharing the tangy taste of the blood that I took from him. Surprisingly, Harry put his arms under mine and pulled me up into his lap while still devouring my lips. We both started to breathe heavily with need as I rubbed up against him finding him hard. He put his arms around me tighter and I could tell he was struggling to not thrust his hips forward towards me.
“Harry.” I whispered to him as he released my lips to trail kisses down my neck. “Are you sure you want this with me.”
“Gods, Yes!” Was his only response before he picked me up and took me to his bedroom. I wrapped my legs around him and held on.
He placed me on his bed and quickly undressed himself before me. I was drooling as I watched him reveal his muscular body, not overly so, just solid and strong. Once he was undressed he did the same to me, starting with my shirt and then my pants. I heard him gasp as he was staring down at me and I knew what he saw. A porcelain curved body that glowed, breasts firm and round with nipples erect with the desire, long wavy hair shinning, moving from an unfelt wind with eyes that gave off the same magical movement within its deep brown orbs.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.” Harry exclaimed before he slowly lowered himself to me, his eyes feral as he looked down at me. Had he been another vampire, I would have been scared. But as it was the desire surged through me renewed, stronger, making my breasts bounce with the movement of my panting as he came closer to me.
He whispered my name “Alyssa” before taking my lips in a passionate kiss. I spread my legs to allow him to settle himself comfortably upon me. I felt his erection digging into my hip and that excited me even more. I started to moan and rub up against him, giving me a groan from Harry.
“Alyssa, please. May I?” Harry asked between his deep breathes.
“Yes, Oh Yes!” I said as he entered me on my first yes. I arched my body up to his and bucked to meet him. Harry groaned deeply and paused for a moment before pulling himself almost all the way out before impaling me again, thrusting deeper into my body.
“So tight, so wet.” I heard Harry say between thrusts. He was breathing more heavily now and I could feel the sweet drip off his forehead to land on mine.
“Yes, Yes, Yes!” I said over and over as I moaned. My orgasm was building higher and higher until suddenly Harry attached his mouth to mine and I tasted his delicious blood upon my tongue. I couldn’t believe what he had done. He bit his own tongue and was allowing me to feast upon him at the height of our orgasm. I drew the blood into my mouth and drank from him, pulling the blood from him and into me; each time I did we felt the tug from something down below, a direct link to our connecting bodies. We both cried out our orgasm into each others mouths as we kissed and I felt him explode within me while my muscles milked him for everything he had.
Once we caught our breath, we looked into each others eyes and smiled and as we looked down we saw that we still had blood on our lips and chin. We licked it up, leaving not a drop behind. I was getting aroused again just by that act alone. But then, I was a vampire and sex and blood were often times one in the same.
“Harry.” I whispered as I rolled him over and straddled him. I started to nibble down his neck to one of his nipples. “What are we doing? What do you want from me?” I took one of his nipples into my mouth and sucked on it gently before pulling away and kissing my way over to his other.
“What is the real reason you have been following me? It’s not for sex. You’re so hot that finding someone willing would be so easy for you.” I said this right before I sucked on his other nipple. I breathed cool air on it afterwards causing him to gasp and making his nipple even harder for me. “How can you trust me so easily with your blood? Don’t you know that most vampires have no control once they have a taste of something so fine?”
Harry started to breathe heaver. I could see and feel that he was getting excited by my questions.
“Is it the blood? Are you fascinated by it?” I whispered against his flesh with a breathy voice. “Do you like the pain?”
“Yessss…” He hissed and just then I bit his nipple drawing more blood, careful not to hurt him…too much. I drew on him just enough, not to weaken him, but to make him come like a fountain against his stomach, moaning my name.
I closed the wound with my saliva and moved lower to lap up the come, concentrating on the pool that landed in his belly button. I saw him shiver as I grazed it with my teeth, looking up to him watching every emotion that passed across his face and eyes. I could read him so easily.
I took a small bite, this one only what one would call a love bite, before I lowered myself even more and took him in my mouth. He was oh so very hard and throbbing in my mouth. I took my tongue and rubbed it along his thick vain; feeling with my vampire senses the blood that was flowing through it. I moaned deeply with excitement causing him to cry out and whither beneath me. I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed. I caressed his sack in my hand feeling them tighten, knowing that it would be soon. I increased the pressure of my tongue and bobbed my head, feeling his hands drawn to my silky hair. He tensed up, screaming as he held me down to convulse deep into the back of my throat. I devoured every bit of him.
Once I was released, I looked up at him licking the corner of my mouth.
“Alyssa.” Harry whispered hoarsely after screaming so loudly as he came. “Be with me forever. Don’t ever leave me.” He was begging and my heart leaped out of my chest. I made a dive for him and kissed him, sweeping my tongue against his sharing his taste on my tongue. I had never felt so whole in my life and this beautiful mortal is what made it so.
“Harry, are you asking what I think you are asking?” I said to him between kisses.
“Yes, Please!” I looked at him and nodded.
I found him hard yet again and I impaled myself upon him, showing him how slick I was. I moved seductively against him and increased the speed as he started to make those little noises in the back of his throat.
Quietly I chant “Your Flesh, my flesh joined as one. Your blood, my blood joins us for eternity.”
I bent down and bit him, drinking until he was almost drained. I continued to thrust against him hearing Harry moan, trying desperately to meet my thrusts even in his weakened state. I pulled back and bit my own wrist, bringing it to him. I slowed my movements to just rocking against him.
“Drink my love.” I said to him before I started to chant. “Your Flesh, my flesh joined as one. Your blood, my blood joins us for eternity.”
He drank to the point of almost draining me. Once he stopped he suddenly flipped me over and started to pound into me lustfully. We were both moaning so loudly that we were screaming calling out each others names.
“Fuck, Yes, Alyssa, Yess!”
“Harry, Harry! Oh, Gods! HARRY!”
We both screamed as we came, our bodies still one, feeling the aftereffects of our orgasm. Within moments Harry and I were asleep and we didn’t wake until nightfall, when Harry needed to feed.
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Decades later we are still together, just as young and beautiful as before. I taught Harry how to control his blood lust and to just take a little from each victim, rolling their minds to make them believe what we want them to. Often times I suggest he make them believe they had a causal kiss or tryst, just to make things interesting. We move from town to town, always together never apart.
Harry tells me that he has never been so happy. He has someone that he loves with his whole heart and is loved back just as much, someone that won’t die on him and will always be there for him………..someone to spend eternity with.