Always Vampire?

He had the urge to touch her but there were too many people around; plus she was too far away from where he was currently sitting. He could smell the sweet blood running through her pale Celtic body. The smell was enough to drive him crazy. His body craved a taste of her and he craved to make her his and he knew exactly how to do so. The thought itself sent chills down his spine.

He stayed in his seat once she dismissed the class waiting for her to say something. He needed her to invite him into a conversation for he couldn't start this part of the game first. She had to do it unintentionally and that made the game all the better. Oh how he loved to play this game of cat and mouse with his women. He would use them and then leave them to suffer the consequences but this creature would suffer more than any of the others because he had plans for this one. He would use her till he found the perfect one.

"Mr. Potter, is there something you wish to discuss?" She didn't even bother to look up from her stack of essays. She had fallen for the trap and this brought a smile to Potter's face.

"Yes Professor."— He got up from his seat and before she could move her quill again he was standing behind her.—"There is something I would like to discuss." He grabbed her by the arm and roughly pulled her out of her chair. Her heart was beating fast and the lovely sound was causing desire through Potter's body. He needed to taste her. Once they were face to face he was pleased to see that she was turning red with anger.

"Mr. Potter!" What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? You have no right to lay a hand on me! I demand that you let me go this instant!"

When their eyes locked, she was instantly silenced, every word that had been forming in her mind was halted and fear began to take over. Her fear came from the knowledge that came to her mind once she realized what trap she had fallen into. How could she be so foolish?! All of the classic signs were there: speed, extreme strength, and now his eyes. The two eyes staring back at him were glowing and that could only mean one thing….

"You're….You're a…." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. Her fate was too much to bear.

"….a vampire. Yes, my dear Professor and I've decided to make you mine. You see, you smell so wonderful and it's driving me nuts. I crave you."

Without realizing it the professor found herself pushed up against the stone wall. The wall was so rough against her back that it was causing the skin on her back to tear. After a couple minutes, she could feel the blood beginning to trickle down her back and absorb into her robes. "Please, just take what you need. I won't fight…" She offered Potter her wrist but he pushed it away.

"Of course you won't fight back and never beg darling, it's beneath you." He tucked some loose hair behind her ear. "Now as you know, I have two opinions when it comes to drinking your delicious blood. I can drink from your wrist, which won't do my dear because then that would give you the allusion of power. We can't have that, now can we?" Potter pressed his body into her— so close that she could feel his breath on her neck. He grazed his teeth against her neck causing the professor to moan against her will. "Oh no, my dear, I will leave my mark here on your lovely neck." Without further hesitation he sank his razor sharp teeth into the delicate flesh, letting out an animistic moan.

The pain he created with this one act was like nothing she had ever felt before but she could do nothing about it. Her body was no longer following her demands instead her body was responding to its new master. She could no longer defend herself from Potter. She knew her fate was forever sealed to his; according to legend once a woman is marked by a vampire she will forever become his slave but if he should ever grow tired of her all he had to do was replace her, leaving her to die a slow and painful death. At this very moment, she realized that in order to live she now depended on one person and one person alone. Minerva McGonagall now depended on the will of James Potter.