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Come to me.
A voice, not her own whispered nearly seductively, but Katie was too frightened to answer. She shivered as the rain pelted her skin roughly. She shouldn't have even been out here. She silently cursed her tragic twist of fate, and those responsible for it. She hadn't meant to sneak out.
No, that part was a lie. She had meant to, but she had not intended to be gone for so very long. Damn her pride. Damn her lack of foresight. She whipped her head around, terrified at the voice without body. Her gaze landed fearfully at the forbidden forest on her left. She really should have listened to the warnings of the Professors and other students.
She was normally smarter than this.
All ambient noise ceased in the chilling moment that the voice made contact with her once more.
Here.
She had heard tales, whispered about the hallways quietly so as not to arouse the ire of a headmaster; of hearing voices that did not exist and how they might have a supernatural cause. She chattered her teeth at the sudden chill in the air. She was being foolish. She was over tired.
She haphazardly looked to the other side.
A whiny resounded in the distance and all Katie could see was the most terrifyingly marvelous horse. It pawed at the ground; its hide was the color of pitch in midnight. So dark that it appeared almost like a void in her vision as she stared at it uncomprehendingly. The muzzle was wrong for a horse, it was pulled back slightly to show a boney protrusion of the jaw before wickedly sharp teeth gleamed at her in the darkness. The inky black mane looked sopping wet, and though it rained it did not seem correct that it would look so. A frothing of foam, a thin layer, like bubbles from the sea drifted around its hooves, with claw like protrusions, as it stood patiently on the bank of the lake. The ears were turned toward her but they looked more like horns than anything.
She was hypnotized by it, her heart skipping a beat. The painful feeling burned in her chest. It took a concentrated effort not to extend her hand to touch it. Starkly horrifying and utterly breathtaking all at once, the creature nickered at her. Katie did not know what to feel.
Come to me.
The voice coaxed gently, nearly like a lover's caress. Katie's lips parted gently, her eyes glued to the creature before her that pawed at the moist ground. It gave a playful toss of its head, willing her to draw closer.
'If I go slowly, I could touch it,' she thought absently, her mind driven with a need to feel the animal under hear hand. Katie flinched back, startled by her sudden urge. Confusion waged a silent war with concern and mounting need.
She could not say exactly how she knew, but she did know that it wanted her to touch it. She could feel it all the way through her, from her head to her toes which wiggled in her shoes out of nervousness. Her gaze wandered the expanse of the animal, drinking in its savage beauty. It was sleek, and well-muscled at the same time. Its tail, as wet as its long mane, flicked under her scrutiny; she had the distinct sense it was preening for her. Why, she could not fathom, but it caused slow warmth to spread throughout her limbs.
Unnaturally colored eyes regarded her with mutual interest.
She flushed as she locked eyes with the horse; its pull was so strong that her mind could not quite process what it was she was seeing. It could be dangerous. It looked fearsome and almost evil. It was likely temperamental. As many magical creatures often were. Some animals were even unintentionally so. However, it neighed at her seemingly impatiently.
Not evil. It whispered across her thoughts causing her to blink slowly as she relished the gentle touch of something whisking through her. It wasn't evil; she was simply frightened because she was out so late and all alone. She traced the outline of the poll, crest, withers, and back nearly affectionately. She was being rather silly about all this. It was harmless. Wasn't it?
It was waiting for her.
No, that wasn't quite right. He was waiting for her.
A part of her longed to draw closer, to touch its side or bury her hands in its mane. Safe. The creature made her feel safe and comforted. Yet, her instinct tickled at the back of her mind that this beast outweighed her easily and could kill her faster than she could blink.
Katie.
She gasped slightly, her eyes widening in surprise at her name, being said so seductively in her own thoughts. It pulled her from her silent ramblings and the parts of her that good sense urged her to heed. The call inside her banished the prudent thoughts of what it was, or what it was doing so close to the forbidden forest. It blocked out the fear associated with a wild animal popping out of nowhere, almost as if it had apperated to the spot. He tossed his head, bidding her to come to him.
She wanted to go to him. However, her feet remained rooted to the ground like a mandrake root. Katie could only stare at him with mute longing.
The Gryffindor maiden allowed the rain to soak into her clothes, and wet her hair until it was plastered against her chilled skin. She wanted to touch him, her common sense seemingly having fled. She brought her hand to her face in indecision.
If she went, no one would know. Surely, the beast wouldn't harm her. Katie could feel his tangible presence in her mind, and it calmed her. The feel of him stroked parts of her that were not yet awakened as she quivered under the weight of it.
'Just one touch,' she promised herself fervently. One touch and she would continue her lonely, cold, and damp trek back to the safety of Hogwarts.
One foot moved slowly in front of the other, and her hand was outstretched as she reached for the animal with child=like trust. The presence in her mind, so wholly masculine, seemed very pleased by her approach. She sighed unconsciously at being awash with the feeling of satisfaction that rolled about her thoughts. She liked the feeling. It made her happy to make him happy.
Her fingers trembled slightly from the cold, but she could feel the building anticipation between them. Human and equine creature locked in a silent engagement of the minds. They wanted a similar thing, Katie's hand upon the stallion.
She trudged ever closer, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed as she became closer to her goal. He felt hungry for her, not in a way that would cause her alarm, but made her feel special somehow. As if she were a fine treasure that he need to have. She could feel the undercurrents of possession sink into her apperception.
A small part of her psyche flared to life, warning her that this was wrong. Something about this creature was not to be trusted and she should not go near it. Katie swam in a sea of conflicting thoughts.
'No,' she thought vaguely.
Come to me. The thought compelled her to move another step forward.
'Dangerous,' her mind started to wail and her magic jumped the longer she stared into the unnaturally colored eyes.
Safe. He corrected forcefully and she pulsated with delight.
The gap between them closed steadily, her gaze never leaving him. Deadly grace oozed from every line of the beast and it did strange things to her. Being closer made her feel hot, and dazed. Her thoughts grew dimmer and dimmer until not cognizant thought remained except touching him.
A pale hand was finally within inches of the dark and bone muzzle.
She could feel him radiating mania, consumption with desire, and obsession. It was dark and twisted so out of her realm of experience that she nearly cried out but was powerless to stop herself from drawing nearer. Gloom, damming, bleakness, and every other negative aspect of the emotional spectrum swam in those eyes that she could not break free from. They were alight with no light at all.
Just one touch.
A howl in the distance, long and low broke the spell over her. The rain crashed over her body in icy stings. Katie went to pull back suddenly afraid beyond words by the creature. Her gaze moved to face the threat head on, her other hand already reached for her wand.
There was nothing. Only the undisturbed surface of the lake and the distant rumbles of animal noises in the forest. Katie shivered.
What was that thing?
Cautiously she put away her wand. "Fight or flight" reared its ugly head with a vengeance. Without thought to other dangers, without any other prompting she ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her though the rain started to pour much harder than before. Katie Bell sprinted as if on of Hagrid's creatures wanted to make her a tasty after dinner snack. She tripped, hurtling toward the ground. The sensation of being followed caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end before it was slicked down by water.
Katie. The whisper echoed across her mentality akin to a shot in an enclosed room. It thundered in her hears and pulsed with her heartbeat. She could feel that it wanted her to come back. She could sense that he needed her to stop running, but she did not heed the pull this time. Fear had effectively nullified the temptation.
Cold and numb, she picked herself back up and pushed onward. Warm blood trickled from a scratched knee where skin had given way under rock, and she could tell the school grounds were not far now. She bolted, over the bridge, a blur in the dark night and visibility slightly shrouded by the rain.
She could scarcely recall getting back into the castle, only the trembling of her limbs and the roaring of her heart. She left large puddles in the hallways as her socks squished with each step inside of her soggy shoes. She pushed back the dripping locks of hair from her face, and took a deep breath.
For a moment, she concentrated only on returning to the safety of the Gryffindor common room and a dry change of clothes. She stopped momentarily to ring out her hair; Katie berated herself for her foolishness and also for being goaded into something she knew better than to do.
She shivered; the sensation of being watched returned in full force. She looked around her quickly, praying that some ghost did not intend to blow her cover and get her into a mountain of trouble she would never escape from.
Silence and an empty hallway greeted her. Katie tried to shake off the growing agitation, but nothing came of it. She thought she caught a glimpse of a shadow moving along the upper floor. She parted her lips, prepared to scream as she fumbled for her wand once more.
However, no threat presented itself. She quivered at the memory of the mental presence both frightened and awash with yearning to hear the voice again. Part of her burned to see the creature once more.
She released a breath she was not aware she'd been holding.