AN- My second story! This one is Harry/Snape with a lot of creature play in it... heh... If you like this one, please read my first, One Thousand Shades of Grey, in Harry/Voldemort. By second I mean this is in AFF, but it keeps cutting off chappies, so...
Harry floated, seemingly peaceful as the changes rolled across him. He could not hear his Aunt and uncle telling him to 'stop being such a freak'. He could not feel the punches landing on him, nor could he scream as knives tore into his skin. But he was aware, he knew what was going to happen. He knew he had several sliced veins, that it must have looked completely insane- to be lying there, bleeding out his life, as his uncle cut and punched him, while he never uttered a word or offered so much as a wince. He still looked absolutely peaceful.
Yet he knew he would die soon- anbd he couldn't die, he was still needed.
Wordlessly, Mindlesly, desperate to save his life, Harry sent out the merest flicker of magic, begging for help. He found a receptive mind not far from where he was. Hoping and praying for a chance to live past the dawn, Harry sent out his plea.
Severus Snape hated his relatives. The relatives he was visiting happened to be Elders, however, and one does not insult an Elder. Even if said person was their own nephew and only heir.
He sighed. He knew damn good and well that he would never make it far, even if his great Aunt and her mate were the two lead Vampires. He had no mate. And Vampires, to become even slightly respected within the Carpathian community, had to find their mate. How they treated and responded to their mate denoted the Vampires power- an unresponsive lover meant far lower power than one who was pretty much always ready.
And deep inside his heart, Severus wanted to have a mate. He wanted the feeling of said mates warm body against his, driving out the painful coldness that had seeped into his heart with the loss of color. He wanted to see in color again. He wanted to see the sun rise, and truly appreciate the majesty of it. He wanted to go on about the color of his beloved's eyes, how they would draw him into their crystalline emerald depths...
But that also depended on his mate. Only a True Bonding with a beloved mate could restore color to a Vampires World...
Wait, EMERALD eyes?
Severus stopped suddenly and frowned. Why was he assuming his mate would have green eyes? The only person he knew with green eyes was Harry Potter, and...
With a jolt, Severus lit up his wand and stared down the street. He could have sworn he felt something, just then, like a slight brushing wind...
He felt it again.
"Who is there?" he snarled.
...help ... me... came a voice.
Severus fell backwards. That voice had breached his barrier against Legilimancy without a second thought. And, even more than the power behind it, Severus noted the sadness, worry, and weariness that tinged the desperate voice. The voice was low and seductive, and would have made Severus's blood pool in his groin were it not for the fact that it was obvious the boy was in a lot of pain. He knew it was a boy, even if the sound was provocative. And he also knew, deep within- it was his mate that called out to him.
