AN: Hello! This is my first cross-over between Harry Potter and Twilight, so please go easy on me. Please let me know what you guys think by review. Thanks!
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His green eyes gazed openly out the saloon with an expression of pain upon his face. Clouds of pain made his eyes darker, a dark forest green, that tried to blink away the pain. His skin glister with sweat and irritated his open wounds. He closed his pain filled eyes with a groan after he stood. His uncle wouldn't like it if he ignored the rowdy customers. With another groan, he started to slowly walk around the close knitted tables.
He walked up next to a table that was calling for him. He winced at their loud voices and gropes at his person. Their words slurred from alcoholic beverages they gulped since they sat down in the wooden stools. He took their jugs that were empty before walking away, avoiding the wondering hands that tried to touch him. He placed the jugs on the counter and called out towards the bartender; who stood off to the side talking to one of the regulars.
"What ya need?" The bartender asked in a deep southern accent. His words drawled together as if he was tired. A clothe was in his hands wiping at a clear glass. A black brow rose at the glass before his eyes meet the questioning blue eyes.
"The usual." He states, his voice deep with pain. The opened wounds itched which every way he moved. The bartender watched him with unsettling eyes. With a nod, the bartender took the jugs from the boy and refilled them with day old beer. The stale beer filled the air. The boy scrunched his nose at the smell while he pulled the jugs back into his hands. He turned slowly to not spill the drinks and slowly made his way towards the table from before.
He placed the jugs in the middle, but before he could move away a hand held his upper arm. The short, laced sleeve balled up as the arm that the hand was attached pulled him closer. His skirts rose slightly over his knees, the lace tights showing. Pale golden tan skin glowed in the low lighting of the saloon. His long raven, wild black locks fell over his shoulders before the top layers were pulled up into a tight bun. A pair of fingers pulled on the bun to bring the boy's head closer while a hand moved upwards to meet smooth skin. The boy struggled to get out of the grasp, but froze.
"No." The boy whimpered as the hand didn't move away from his leg. It edged closer and thick fingers started to run over the thin silk/laced panties. He tried to move the hand by pulling at the man's wrist. Lips touched his neck while the fingers looped around the edge of the panties. "No." He whimpered out as he tried to desperately move the hand.
Suddenly the hand froze all movement. The boy kept his eyes closed tightly as he listened to the man breath slowly. When he was pulled out from the grasp of the drunken man, the boy's eyes widen. He was pulled into a strong and lean chest of an unknown man. The drunken man stood with rage boiling in his beady eyes.
"Can you hear? The leady said no." The unknown man stated with a strong Texan accent, making his words to dance together. The boy tried to lift his head to look at the stranger, but the stranger kept him in place. A growl fell from the drunk as he tried to lunge himself towards the stranger. Someone else stepped in, blocking the drunken fool from reaching his target.
"Either return to your drinks or leave." The bartender stated with a large shiny black gun in his hands. The drunken fool snarled, but left the saloon. The bartender turned to the boy and the stranger. "Thank you." He stated as he watched the stranger let his arms drop. The boy took a step back from the stranger and gazed at him.
Golden blonde hair fell just below his chin, tickling the edge of his confederate jacket. A lean, but built body stood at 6'3 with a slight tan making his skin to shine lightly in the saloon's natural lights. Long legs were clad in plain blue cotton that laid in dusty brown boots. The boy moved his eyes back up to the stranger's eyes. Deep brown, he noted.
"Thank you, sir." The boy whispered out with an embarrassment blush growing across his nose.
-When I first saw him, I didn't know what to think. I mean why would someone want to help a freak like me? I was nothing special. After a couple of drinks, he left, but I think he stayed to make sure that the man would not come back. He never returned, but I wished every day that I would see him again.-
AN: What do you guys think? Review please…Should I continue?