Blood in a dark alley by Belecine
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor am I making any money out of this.
Warning: Slash and cursing.
I might continue this, if I have the time, between school and other stuff that's going on in my life.
Oh, and if you have any ideas for the next chapter, feel free to suggest them.
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There I stood in the shadows, watching him as he cries his heart out. Any mortal would feel sympathy for him, any human. But guess what?
I'm not a human or a mortal being, afraid of death. No; some would say a monster, others devils assistant. Now let me tell you the truth, a dark secret of mine: I am a vampire who kills for the taste of blood.
I know your curiosity is starting to get the better of you. You're probably thinking, 'what the fucking hell am I doing in the shadows, watching Potter (yes, Potter you didn't read wrong) cry?'
Well, the answer to your question is quite simple. I, an arrogant, proud, narcissistic vampire, just happened to fall in love with Harry Scar-Face Potter, a human. I regret it more then anything in my entire life - both human and vampire.
Why? Because he crushed my heart (clichéd, I know). And I'm here, my back resting against cool bricks, because I want revenge. Okay, I'll admit I'm getting carried away. When he found out that I am a vampire, he left me! Me. Draco Lucius Malfoy, pureblood, the prince of Slytherin and a sex god!
He's stopped crying now, my lover; my ex-lover, I mean.
He has finally noticed me, although I have been standing in front of him for half an hour; he stares at me with his beautiful green eyes (so what if he's my ex? I can still appreciate his looks, can't I?) That has started to turn a bit red after crying like that. We stand there for what feels like eternity. The next thing I know, my lover's in my arms, begging for me to forgive him.
My first thought is to torture him and, later on, kill him; after a little fun, of course, for hurting me more than any living or dead creature a live. And then thinking that, afterwards, I would forget all the pain he has caused me. But when he starts to scream at me, asking me to forgive him, I realize that no mater how much I want to hurt him for hurting me, I couldn't do it. Why?
Because I still love him. Good Merlin; how pathetic can I get?
I told him I would forgive and forget on only one condition. He has to become a vampire just like me, a demon of the night.
After a long silence, I was starting to think he would decline; but then he suddenly agrees.
The world is starting to get dark for my beautiful lover. I am turning him to my slave, my love, my mate.
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