Disclaimer: This work is hereby disclaimed!
Warnings: Squicky use of blood. Mature content and improbably situations. Some bad language and bad mouthing politicians. EWE. Work in Progress.
Pairings: HP/DM, HP/SS, SS/DM, RWHG
Summary: Life never gives Harry a break.
Rating: M
Author's Note: I very much dislike vampires and vampire stories. I was forced to read Twilight and Dead Until Dark as well as watch True Blood season one all within year for class. It was a torture unlike any other and spawned this obnoxious excuse for a story. In a flight from sanity, I typed my fingers to the bone and came up with this, rather long and terrible, concept for a fanfiction. Good luck with the ensuing craziness. A word to the wise: Vampires do not sparkle.
Blood Lust
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Day One
June 2nd
Eyes opened in the darkness. Long pale hands came up, touching smooth cold wood delicately with questing fingertips. The fingers danced over the smooth surface, scrunching into obtuse corners and flittering down onto padded sides. Those blinded eyes narrowed in annoyance while the hands, now sure and steady pressed flat against wooden panels and pushed upwards. There was a crack, a faint scent of dirt accompanied by a thin trickle. Shoulders flexed, muscles bunched and strained until either the body or earth gave in. The compacted soil shifted and broke apart a fraction more and stilled. The arms tensed for a moment, as if defeated but they contracted again and the wooden panels split in two, dirt pouring in the new opening, claiming the space.
The earth gave in, yielding to the new cavity open in its heart, parting gratefully, even joyfully, as the figure rose up out of it.
Black eyes glinted in the night, activating with faraway street lamps and the crescent moon shinning above. A dull thud, oddly attractive in sound, warmed a pair of ears. A copper scent mingled with the earthy soil from the freshly turned grave tickled a nose, drawing it in a way food has never managed. A slow pivot of two booted feet turned the body effortlessly and the gentle flutter of hem swished against the ankles pleasantly. Black eyes lit upon a slight movement and keen ears picked up the uneven footfalls of someone walking this way. The mouth split open and slightly yellowed teeth flashed in the near pitch dark. The slightly crooked teeth were disrupted, mutinous in their shape by two long protruding fangs.