Disclaimer: I only own Michael. That's it. Oh and the plot, and maybe a
pound or two but NOTHING else.
Dedication: To my parents who if they find out I am writing stories for
Harry Potter would KILL me.
Michael stood outside the Burrow hidden in the shadows of the low branches of trees. Keeping close to the fence he inched closer to a beautiful red head that was sitting in a corner of the garden, her head lowered and her eyes shut. Sorrow was written on her face and pain engraved in her heart that caused it to bleed. Her knuckles were white, flexing, relaxing as she sat in her own world, thinking, pondering, and wondering.
She sat wishing it were all a dream, unable to believe it was over. He was so good to her. The way he caressed her hair sent shivers of joy down her spine, his eyes electrifying and capturing, his kiss, Oh his kiss, was more beautiful than all the magic ever created put together. But it was over. He was using her, never loving her, he only wanted to hurt her. How dare he? I could kill him she thought. Could you? Asked a voice inside her head. No came the answer, I still love him.
No, you don't want me to be there
To kiss your eyes, to caress your hair, or kill this pain away
As pain is my companion, solitude my guide
Your sweet affection solely offers me a threat I cannot abide.
Ginny sat forward, her hair falling into her sweat covered face. She still loved him, loved him dearly, but how could she? How could she love the likes of him,a thief, a self centered bastard, a Murderer?
Yet you'll lose yourself in me.
Michael reached Ginny, and could swear he heard her soft heart beat pounding in his ears, driving him insane. He could feel the wound he had inflicted on her heart, preparing her for this. He could practically taste her bllod in his mouth, and licked his lips in anticipation to Taste Gin again, and again, and again, till she was gone.
Bleed in my arms, wounds within
Fall from grace as I offer you sin.
Sacrifice yourself as frail
This pseudo- love is as good as betrayal.
Ginny sat up. She could feel the presense of another person close by. A familiar patteren of energy surrounded her but she was unable to place it. Again she heard a twig crack and crush under someone's weight, but there wasn't anyone in the house that would have come out. Slwoly she turned around, afraid, panicking. No one.
So place your love in the palm of my hand
Where temptation lies within, that something you have yet to feel.
And as I close my fist and awake your sleeping tears
Without forbearance I will quench my thirst of your crimson tears.
Michael edged even closer, trying to avoid twigs that littered the ground. He was no directly behind her. He looked at her long slim neck, exposed by her hair that lay across her other shoulder. He placed his hand on her shoulder feeling her twitch under his touch, her fears raising up in his body, her emotions shooting through his being. The minute he touched her, his invisibility was gone. He bent down to her neck. To his surprise she didn't resist or protest but sat quietly still in obvious shock.
You've lost yourself in me.
Michael bent over Ginny and kssed her once on her red lips, and then her neck. He pulled back, and snarled, the same blood that ran down Ginny's lips stained the two sharp fangs in his mouth. He bent down even closer to her neck and kissed harder this time, piercing her neck too. Ginny's blood ran into Michael's mouth, and he could sense her life fleeing her body as he drank lustfully. Soon they would be together. forever!
Weep for promises which all died
A drop of tear for every lie
Love forever turn away
I am only to cherish your pain.
Michael stood outside the Burrow hidden in the shadows of the low branches of trees. Keeping close to the fence he inched closer to a beautiful red head that was sitting in a corner of the garden, her head lowered and her eyes shut. Sorrow was written on her face and pain engraved in her heart that caused it to bleed. Her knuckles were white, flexing, relaxing as she sat in her own world, thinking, pondering, and wondering.
She sat wishing it were all a dream, unable to believe it was over. He was so good to her. The way he caressed her hair sent shivers of joy down her spine, his eyes electrifying and capturing, his kiss, Oh his kiss, was more beautiful than all the magic ever created put together. But it was over. He was using her, never loving her, he only wanted to hurt her. How dare he? I could kill him she thought. Could you? Asked a voice inside her head. No came the answer, I still love him.
No, you don't want me to be there
To kiss your eyes, to caress your hair, or kill this pain away
As pain is my companion, solitude my guide
Your sweet affection solely offers me a threat I cannot abide.
Ginny sat forward, her hair falling into her sweat covered face. She still loved him, loved him dearly, but how could she? How could she love the likes of him,a thief, a self centered bastard, a Murderer?
Yet you'll lose yourself in me.
Michael reached Ginny, and could swear he heard her soft heart beat pounding in his ears, driving him insane. He could feel the wound he had inflicted on her heart, preparing her for this. He could practically taste her bllod in his mouth, and licked his lips in anticipation to Taste Gin again, and again, and again, till she was gone.
Bleed in my arms, wounds within
Fall from grace as I offer you sin.
Sacrifice yourself as frail
This pseudo- love is as good as betrayal.
Ginny sat up. She could feel the presense of another person close by. A familiar patteren of energy surrounded her but she was unable to place it. Again she heard a twig crack and crush under someone's weight, but there wasn't anyone in the house that would have come out. Slwoly she turned around, afraid, panicking. No one.
So place your love in the palm of my hand
Where temptation lies within, that something you have yet to feel.
And as I close my fist and awake your sleeping tears
Without forbearance I will quench my thirst of your crimson tears.
Michael edged even closer, trying to avoid twigs that littered the ground. He was no directly behind her. He looked at her long slim neck, exposed by her hair that lay across her other shoulder. He placed his hand on her shoulder feeling her twitch under his touch, her fears raising up in his body, her emotions shooting through his being. The minute he touched her, his invisibility was gone. He bent down to her neck. To his surprise she didn't resist or protest but sat quietly still in obvious shock.
You've lost yourself in me.
Michael bent over Ginny and kssed her once on her red lips, and then her neck. He pulled back, and snarled, the same blood that ran down Ginny's lips stained the two sharp fangs in his mouth. He bent down even closer to her neck and kissed harder this time, piercing her neck too. Ginny's blood ran into Michael's mouth, and he could sense her life fleeing her body as he drank lustfully. Soon they would be together. forever!
Weep for promises which all died
A drop of tear for every lie
Love forever turn away
I am only to cherish your pain.