((A/N: One shot drabble, S/OC, Non HPB compliant. I own nothing.))
He stared into the shadows, his arms crossed slightly.
"Come out from hiding, Stasia... I know you are there." A soft, feminine laugh came from where he was staring.
"No thank you, Severus. I am quite happy with where I am." the voice responded. Severus let out a snort, lighting a fire in the fireplace and examining the form that was now bathed in the eerie glow of the fire.
"Stasia?" He asked, as if trying to confirm what he had once been sure of. A finely arched red brow raised, and the reddened lips raised in a little smirk.
"Indeed." She said, standing and pulling herself to her full five feet. Ash colored eyes and pale moon colored skin highlighted the fact that could no longer be denied. She had been turned into a vampire.
Severus moved forward, reaching out to touch her, but deciding against it.
"Why? Why did you turn? Your race is immortal, so don't tell me it was to live forever." She laughed a harsh and bitter laugh that could shake any man to his bones.
"I told you I would die without you Severus. I do hope one of your intelligence wasn't thinking I was just being poetic."