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Ships:
Draco/Ginevra/Blaise
Canon Character (Sanguini) / Canon Character (Carmilla Sanguina)
Original Character (Olia) / Original Character (Hunter)
First instalment of the Halloween series.
Happy Halloween!
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Upon waking up, Blaise wasn't quite sure what had happened the night before.
He remembered being upset because his lovers, Draco and Ginevra, had gone out of town for the night, leaving him alone in the house. The next minute, he was at the Hog's Head, intent on getting completely smashed to ease his pain. The third minute had him stumbling out of the pub, wrapped around a complete stranger. And now, the fourth and final minute, he was alone and naked in bed, with the worst hangover he'd ever experienced, and a sore neck to boot.
Blaise muttered to himself, rubbing his head to try and ease the throbbing pain. As he began to rub his neck to ease that pain, he frowned, feeling two unfamiliar bumps. As he hurried to the adjoining bathroom, Blaise's hangover became the least of his worries.
He remembered what happened between the minutes.
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First minute
Blaise looked around the house with a depressed sigh. Draco and Ginevra had only been gone a few hours at the most, and he was already bored in the big house without them. The house-elves had disappeared at his request, and now he was wishing that he hadn't sent them away quite so thoughtlessly. At least he would have had some fun annoying the little creatures. He contemplated destroying the vase to see if they would return, but knew that even if they did, his fun would be short-lived.
As there were no house-elves, there was subsequently no food in the house. If there was, Blaise didn't know how to prepare it, and he wouldn't eat inedible food if he didn't absolutely have to. Even worse, there was no alcohol in the house since they'd gotten very drunk the night before.
Muttering to himself, Blaise considered going to the Three Broomsticks. He immediately decided against that, as the Quidditch finals were on and that meant a whole lot of screaming fans. Not really the atmosphere he wanted while he was feeling quite so depressed. Muggle places were definitely out. The Hog's Head was the closest pub to their house within walking distance.
If he did get completely smashed, then it would be easier to get home, he thought to himself.
Grabbing his warmest robe, Blaise left the house and headed down to the Hog's Head.
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Looking at his neck, Blaise saw that the two lumps on his neck were actually two scabs that looked remarkably like teeth marks.
Fuck.
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Second minute
Blaise walked into the Hog's Head, surprised to see that it was almost empty. Not even all of the regulars were in the bar tonight.
"What are you doing here tonight, Zabini? Where's Malfoy and the Weaselette?" Aberforth asked with a grin.
"They're out of town," Blaise muttered, sitting at the bar. "Where's the rest of the regulars?"
"It's All Hallow's Eve tonight. Sanguini let's his wife, Lady Carmilla Sanguina out on her own for tonight. She likes to come here. Better drinks, or something. I have to give out free drinks just to keep a half of the regulars here tonight," Aberforth muttered.
"Isn't she the one that bathes in her victims blood or something?" Blaise asked, looking over to the woman sitting at a table.
She was holding a clear goblet, filled with a red liquid that he was sure wasn't wine.
"Apparently so, but I don't listen to gossip myself," Aberforth said with a smirk. "Besides, as long as there's no blood bathing in my inn, I'll be quite happy," he muttered, smirking again.
"Well, if she leaves me alone, then I'll leave her be," Blaise muttered, turning back to the bar.
He just wanted to get drunk and wallow in self pity.
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What happened after that? Blaise thought, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
He tentatively touched the bite marks again, images surfacing in his mind.
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Third minute
"You should not be alone on this glorious night," a silky voice said behind him.
"I want to be alone, thank you, Lady Carmilla," Blaise said, downing yet another drink.
His words were starting to slur, and his pain was beginning to subside, but just barely.
"Another drink for the gentleman and I, Aberforth," Carmilla murmured, then left to her seat again.
Aberforth nodded, pouring another Firewhisky for Blaise, then going to the back room to get the drink for the Vampiress.
Blaise nodded at Carmilla in thanks. His action made the room spin, and he had to wait a moment before he could turn back to the bar and his drink.
Blaise had another five Firewhisky's before Carmilla returned to the bar with an empty glass.
"You will not be able to think straight after consuming all of this alcohol," she murmured.
It sounded as if she was whispering straight into his ear, but that wasn't right... She was standing near him, but not that close. Wasn't she?
"Don't rightly care," Blaise muttered in return, throwing back the last of his drink.
"You should," she murmured, her voice in his ear again. "Someone may take advantage of you."
Carmilla smiled seductively at him, returning to her seat with her filled goblet.
She was nice-looking, really. If you liked almost-transparent skin, blood-red lips and fangs...
Blaise looked away again. He definitely hadn't drunk enough yet.
"Aberforth?" he called.
"Another one, Zabini? Yer going to send me to ruin," Aberforth muttered, but poured him another Firewhisky nonetheless.
"I can pay for it," he exclaimed, his words slurring again.
"I'm sure ye can ... Shut up and have yer drink," Aberforth said, shaking his head.
Blaise managed a lopsided smirk and did as he was told.
"I see that you did not heed my warning," Carmilla whispered in his ear.
Blaise muttered something in return, his words completely incoherant.
"Do you remember how to get home?" she asked.
"'Course I do!" he slurred, looking at his feet.
Had they always been shaped like that? he wondered, squinting.
"I should take you home," Carmilla murmured, her cold hands moving around his body smoothly.
"Lady Carmilla? Perhaps the boy should stay here for the night," Aberforth suggested.
"And get a disease from one of those things you have the gall to call a room? I think not, Aberforth," she laughed off, a stern edge to her voice. "Oh, so you are worried for his safety? I will not hurt him, I promise," Carmilla said silkily.
She lifted Blaise easily and left the Hog's Head before Aberforth could protest. Blaise wrapped his arms around Carmilla and nestled into her, the alcohol making him sleepy.
Aberforth shook his head. Promise or not, he was still worried. Lady Carmilla was not known for keeping promises, especially to people who weren't her husband. Not only that, but the willing blood supply she had in her hands would probably prove to be far too tempting, no matter how tainted his blood currently was.
Sighing heavily, he started to shut the inn. He could call Sanguini once he had finished.
Despite getting directions from Blaise, Carmilla took three wrong turns and it took her fifteen minutes to find the house when it should have only taken ten.
Blaise took a while to open the door, his fogged and alcohol-riddled brain forgetting that the door was spelled shut, and what the spell was to unlock it.
As soon as he was inside, Blaise called out for Draco and Ginevra. They didn't return his call and his shoulders sagged visibly.
"Are you all right?" Carmilla asked, walking into the foyer and placing a cool hand on his shoulder.
"Fine," Blaise muttered, not looking at her.
Carmilla just smiled at him. Moving his chin with a strong hand, she kissed him hungrily, biting at his lower lip.
Blaise's eyes widened. What was she doing? She wasn't supposed to be doing this!
"No," he said, pushing her away.
"Do you really mean that?" she murmured, her voice in his ear again.
She seemed to twirl around his body, confusing his mind further. He was dizzy and in seconds was falling towards the ground. Carmilla caught him, holding him against her body with a firm arm.
"Let go," he slurred.
"Oh, I could not even think of doing that, my dear. Not while you are in such a vulnerable state," she crooned, her ice-cold hand stroking his neck lightly.
Blaise shivered in her arms, yet he was unable to leave her grasp.
"One taste will not hurt," Carmilla murmured, almost to herself.
She lowered her mouth to Blaise's neck, licking it softly before biting into his dark flesh.
Blaise felt his blood spill into her mouth, and froze completely. His emotions gripped at him, combining fear and pleasure in a way that made him wonder if he should be enjoying this.
"Carmilla! Your promise!" Sanguini yelled, standing at the door looking mighty angry.
Carmilla dropped Blaise, snarling at her husband with blood-stained lips.
"His blood is so sweet. Care for a try?" she sneered.
"You know our rules, Carmilla. Now come with me before you kill the boy!" Sanguini demanded, glaring at his wife angrily, his eyes glowing red.
Blaise watched as Carmilla left the foyer, muttering in a such a fast and low way that he did not understand a single word she said. He started to see black as his blood continued to pump out of the open wounds.
"Go home this instant. All Hallow's Eve has finished," Sanguini said.
Carmilla hissed at him, disappearing into the night.
Sanguini looked at Blaise, who was lying on the foyer floor, his blood soaking the tiles and staining his robes.
"You absolute fool," he murmured, walking into the room and lifting Blaise's unconscious body with ease.
He cleaned the blood from the tiled floor. There was not much he could do about the robe, so Sanguini simply carried Blaise upstairs to what he presumed was the master bedroom - though the bed was far too large for one person to sleep in alone. As Sanguini undressed Blaise and destroyed his robe, he couldn't help but sense his blood. The cells were moving fast to try to close up the wounds, but the magic in Carmilla's fangs was preventing them from healing.
"Such a shame to let it all go to waste," Sanguini murmured, staring at the blood, transfixed.
Blaise woke up on his bed. He looked up to find Sanguini standing in the doorway, looking horrified and pleased at the same time. Blood stained Sanguini's lips; his blood, for sure.
"Why?" Blaise muttered, clutching his neck.
Sanguini did not trust himself to reply, and disappeared before he could do any more damage.
As the vampire disappeared, Blaise screamed in pain.
His neck was burning! He scratched at his neck, trying to tear off the burning flesh. The burning sensation spread throughout his entire body, and he continued to scream for what seemed to be hours.
Perhaps it was only minutes, maybe even days, but Blaise would never know. He screamed and even though he soon fell unconscious as a self-preservation mechanism by his body, Blaise continued to feel pain in the darkness of his mind. His skin burned and his muscles disappeared into the flames. His flesh melted away and his eyes fused shut. His entire body changed against his will.
Then the pain stopped, and Blaise woke up alone in his over-sized bed, his head throbbing with the after affect of the alcohol and a sore neck.
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Blaise's eyes widened as he realised what had happened to him.
He touched the wounds again, the scabs peeling off. Some of his skin came off too, and he stared at his reflection.
Blaise wasn't sure if he should be horrified or not, but he continued to peel off his old skin. As he did so, a younger, less worn version of him started to appear. Conceited or not, he looked absolutely perfect.
His hangover seemingly disappeared as the last of his former skin was removed.
"Blaise!"
He whipped around on hearing Ginevra calling him.
"Where are you, you miserable sod? We came home early to see you, and this is ... whoa," Draco said, coming into the bedroom and seeing Blaise in the bathroom.
"Whoa?" Ginevra echoed with a raised eyebrow.
She walked into the room and went completely still when she saw Blaise.
"What happened?" she whispered, her eyes wide.
Blaise took in their forms with little less than a glance, but he could see every single detail of them with such stunning clarity that it almost frightened him.
Ginevra's scarf was hung loosely around her neck, her robes unbuttoned to the fourth button. Her pants were hanging loosely around her hips, and her shirt hugged her torso like it had been sewn around her body. He could see the exposed flesh of her chest starting to get goosebumps, and just saw the hardening of her nipples against her shirt.
Afraid or excited? Or both? Blaise wondered, remembering his own feelings towards Carmilla the night before.
Her pupils were beginning to dilate, and her brown eyes held a mixture of fear and desire in them. He had never really noticed her eyes before, they were such an inviting colour ... Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, half of it hanging out straining for release. Her feet were bare, slightly red from being confined in high heeled shoes for so long.
Draco had dropped his robe, his shirt unbuttoned all the way and Blaise just wanted to reach out and touch his skin. He wanted to pull off those confining pants and tease him for hours, just because he could. Draco started to get goosebumps as well and Blaise could count all of them if he chose to take a second glance. Draco's eyes were lovely too. A beautiful mix of grey and silver.
How had he not realised that the two shades were completely different colours?
Blaise sniffed and could smell everything, from the slight sheen of sweat, to the perfume Ginevra had put on last night, to the chocolate taste of her mouth from her usual morning hot chocolate. He could smell Draco's scent, one that seemed to belong to him alone.
They would be millionaires overnight if that scent could be bottled, Blaise thought to himself as he lost himself to his senses.
Their blood pumped faster as fear and excitement flowed through them and he bit back a groan. They smelled delicious.
"Blaise?" Ginevra repeated, taking a wary step forward.
He smiled at her, a feral and predatory smile that scared and excited her. Ginevra didn't know if she wanted to step forward into his arms, or run away and hide for the rest of her life.
"Lovely," he murmured, gazing at her exposed neck.
He flashed her another smile, this time revealing his pointed teeth. She gasped even as she imagined the feel of those perfect lips on her neck, his white teeth pressing into her flesh, and his tongue lapping at her blood.
She bit her lip, thinking in far more detail what she could do to him if she was like he was. Not a monster, not something to hide from. He was the definition of beauty, one she wanted.
"Come," Blaise murmured, holding a hand out for her.
Ginevra took it and stepped into his arms, kissing him hungrily.
"It will hurt," he said in her ear, using the same technique Carmilla had used on him. "It will hurt like nothing you have ever experienced before in your life."
"It will be worth it," Ginevra breathed heavily.
Blaise smirked and kissed his way to her neck. He kept his eyes on Draco, not even blinking as he bit into their lover's neck, her sweet and deliciously hot blood pouring into his mouth. He moaned, sucking even more. He needed more, wanted more. He wanted to take everything she had to offer him!
One of the last shreds of humanity in his body told him to stop. She would not survive if he did not stop now.
He very reluctantly pulled away, gently laying Ginevra on the bed as she screamed in pain.
Draco seemed oblivious to the screams emitting from Ginevra's throat, his entire body focused on Blaise's body. He moved to Blaise's arms as soon as Blaise whispered his name, and kissed him. He was tentative at first, not sure if this perfection was real. As his arms wrapped around Blaise's body, Draco became more sure of himself and kissed his lover eagerly, still wanting more.
"It will cause you a lot of pain, lover," Blaise murmured in his ear.
Draco just nodded, willing to risk it for everything Blaise could give him in return.
Blaise kissed Draco once more, then moved his way down to his neck. He licked his salty skin lightly, then bit him, his fangs piercing his thin flesh easily.
He had more control over himself this time, and pulled back before his humanity had to tell him to.
With a satisfied sigh, Blaise put Draco beside Ginevra, then crawled between them and held them through their pain.
The future would be an interesting time for everyone...
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End of the first instalment! Thank you for reading.
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