This story is a lot like my series Broken Glass, except that I switch to first person possessive a little bit into the story. You don't need to know much about the characters, the boy's identity you'll discover soon enough and the speaker is totally made up by myself. Hope you enjoy and please remember that reviews are always appreciated :D
I can smell him above all others, so that when he enters the room the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and it's all I can do not to turn and stare. Not that I need to look at him; I can sense every movement, every breath, every heart beat if I wish.
He smells sweet and almost immediately Honey Dukes comes to mind, as if he were candy that I wanted, candy that I could have if only I would...but no. Grandmother taught me never to use my abilities here, especially towards him. People don't like to be messed with and that's certainly no way to make friends.
Oh, but the smell of him...I can pick him out in a crowd, even at meals when the entire school is present. The closer he is sitting to me at our table the sweeter my wine tastes.
If he sits further forward in class than me, where I can see him, then I often loose myself in memorizing his every detail, because sight is different than sense...I do this, of course, until I get a little too into it and I see him flinch with what I'm told feels like a small electric shock one gets when I concentrate on them too much. That's as far as I've ever come to overpowering him.
Grandmother says that we are a newer special breed, less willful and more appreciative than others. The sun does not harm my skin or my eyes and I am certainly not blood driven. The wine helps with that, it helps keep the hunger at bay. And besides, at night I get more than my fill from the blood reserves kept in a secret room behind a tapestry in the common room. The Headmaster had arranged it for me, keeping it secret not for the protection of my identity but because he would never want for someone to steal from me, not with so many eligible donors running around.
I'm only half-human, after all.
And I do not sleep. Not at night, not during the day, not at all. But I do not spend my nights in the common room, not when he is sleeping so near and I could so easily take advantage of his resting mind. So I wander the corridors instead, undetectable to anyone, including Filch. I have seen my fair share of trouble makers sneaking around corners, who are never caught in the end, which makes me think I could do his job better than him any day...this is actually exactly what I am thinking tonight as I follow a small group of young Gryffindors down a third floor corridor. They, of course, are unaware of my presence and have been since I spotted them ten minutes ago. By the looks of it they have no idea where they are going and are just testing it out to see whether they'll get caught or not. I'm thinking that they will when they stop at the end of a particularly dark corridor because there is movement at the end in the shadows. I wait expectantly for Mrs. Norris to slink out, ready to run because she can smell me, but when nothing happens they move on and I stay put.
I stand completely still for a moment, concentrating on what's hiding in the shadows and then there is movement again, meaning they have spotted me as well. I frown, wondering who would be out alone at these hours but then the softest scent travels across the air...
I have never feared the darkness, I have learned that there are few things out there capable of the monstrous things I am, were I to let myself go. And besides, I know who it is hiding up ahead, I can smell him.
But his normal scent is faint and is covered by a more pheromone-like smell. It is this smell that stops me at the edge of the shadows. I cannot see him without using my abilities but I can hear his breathing.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark," he whispers, sending chills down the entirety of my body.
"No," I reply, trying to silently clear my throat. "It's only that I cannot see you."
These are my first words to him and already I can see his outline.
"You want me, don't you?" he says, his voice still a whisper. The pheromone scent is stronger now, heavy on the air, but it's not sex he wants; I have always been particularly atoned to that want.
No, this is something different, something he's thinking about so hard that I can hear some of his thoughts without even trying.
"Her...alone...far away..."
"I see you watching me everywhere," he says and I'm surprised he can hide his thoughts so well from his voice.
I am unable to answer back. I feel as though our positions are reversed and that he is the one reading my mind.
"Her...only her...help."
He reaches out to me and I feel his fingers slide around my wrist. His heart beat is immediately thumping in my ears at his touch and I allow him to pull me in because I couldn't have resisted him in the first place, heart beat or not. The shadows fall over my face and my eyes adjust quickly so that I can see his dark form looming in front of me. He lifts my hand and places it on his chest, just over his heart, unaware that I could already count his pulse.
"She can help...only her..."
I close my eyes and allow his unspoken words to wash over me...
"You...my own...ask for it...for my blood."
"Draco!" I hiss, pulling my hand back immediately.
"What? What is it, my love?" He's moving towards me, backing me against the wall. I want to swoon at his words but I can no longer see where the shadows end...his thoughts are racing through my mind, he's too close...his scent is suffocating my skin...but just as everything starts to go cold with an unexpected fear, there is warmth...warmth where his lips are against my own, where he's pressing against my body, where his hands are on my hip and neck, drawing me to him.
And the taste...oh, the taste of him is more than the scent could ever hope to be. It's filling me up so that I can barely feel at all...the tips of my fingers have gone numb...I can only feel his lips and how much warmer they have gotten...wet and sweet...I swallow unconsciously and feel the warmth slide down my throat, tempting something deep inside my chest, surging instant and powerful feeling to every inch of me...
My eyes shoot open, realizing what he's done, and I push him away, turning my face from him. I can smell the copper on my own lips but I dare not taste it more, he's already done enough. And when I turn back to him, I can see him perfectly as if he were standing outside on the sunniest of days. He takes a step back, looking shocked, and I know that what he sees are my eyes, how they're gold and glowing now.
"Do you not understand what you're doing?" I ask and his mouth drops open a little.
"Your voice..." He must be hearing the higher octave I obtain when in this rare but higher form of consciousness. I'm told it sounds like I and my mother are talking at the same time.
I can see the vein in his neck pulsing and I close my eyes, backing away, gripping my fists to slow myself, to stop the want...
I sense his movement in front of me as I'm backed against the wall once again. His fingers brush the side of my face but to my heightened senses it feels as though he's clawing at my cheeks. I turn my head away, unwilling to open my eyes, and he repeats the motion so that his wrist brushes against my lips, just under my nose. I feel his other hand slide around my waist tenderly, sending a very human jolt through me, and I open my eyes again only to see him flinch and remove his hand.
"What...what was that?" he asks, taking a step back, his mouth hanging open. I can tell he wants to reach down between his legs for comfort.
"It's what you made me feel," I whisper, trying to hide the difference in my voice.
He looks away from me for a moment and then back again, the pheromone scent slipping away, replaced my the sense of his arousal.
He comes back towards me, slowly, and this time he grabs my hand, placing it on his shoulder and nudging it towards the crook of his neck.
"I don't...don't have to feel it," I whisper, resisting closing my eyes again, because I understand what the pheromone meant now. "I can already see it..."
"I want you to feel it," he says, leaning his body against me again so that we are very close.
I sigh, giving in, and run my fingers over the vein, feeling his pulse quicken under my touch. His arousal is seeping out of him and in through the pores of my skin, so that my entire body is electric, ready to lash out, ready to take what is needed. There is no subconsious voice speaking to me as I lean forward and run my lips against the skin of his neck...I can feel his erection on my leg as I run a fang gently along the vein...and that's when it hits me, when I can hear myself telling me to stop. I lean back again but don't push him away.
"I can't do this," I say, feeling much more confident in his presence suddenly.
"But why? Don't you want me?" he asks, running a soothing hand down my arm and then slipping his hand into my own.
"Yes...yes, of course I do. But...you don't understand. If I do this, you will be bound to me, you won't want anyone else, ever...you'll be mine." I look at him with my shining eyes, feeling some of that very human humility in my heart...but the way he's looking at me, the way his eyes wander over my face...
"I thought you knew," he whispers, a soft smile crawling across his features. "I was already yours to begin with. I always have been..."
I stare at him rightly, without a thought in my head. What can I possibly say back to that?
He continues on. "You don't know how long it's taken me to get up the galls to approach you. I figured this was the only way to do it...let you come to me."
I sigh, unconsciously, my body warm from something else besides the heightened sense.
"Are you absolutely sure?" I ask, running my fingers across his neck again.
He looks uncertain for a moment, staring down at the floor and when he lifts his eyes to my face he kisses me again; a silent yes. The wound on his lip, where I know he purposely pushed against my fang, still tastes of his blood and I feel myself rise to it, the wanting in my chest less savage and more loving, because I know this will be for him, that he's giving into me willingly and without temptation of my abilities.
I stop for a moment to catch my breath and then I move my lips back to his neck, the tender skin pulsing with excitement...his fingers gripping at my sides...his breath caught short...his chest heaving beneath me...I can sense the smallest trace of fear in him but I kiss his neck to let him know it's all right...I could never kill him...
A boy's first time pushing into a girl could never be compared to the feel of fang sinking into flesh, of the instant taste of blood and life, the warmth, the intimacy of another giving theirselve over to me...in the reserves, with every drop of blood I can taste a life but not like this, not with a pulse and a body...and when I'm in, when the warmth spreads through my mouth and down my throat, his heart beat changes...it is my own.