Story Notes
Hi everyone... thank you so, so, so much for all the lovely comments and reviews we have had on this story so far, they really do mean the world to us. Here it is then. Drum roll please... the bitey bitey chapter!
Thank you to my writing partner champagneandliterature for all of your help with this, and thank you to HwaetWeGardena for the awesome prereading and cheerleading support. Both of you are AMAZING!
So, a little warning is needed here. This is a vampyre AU fic, and as such there are going to be lots of vampyre bites all the way through the story. I won't put the same warning on every chapter that follows, so please do consider this to be a generic warning. Because this is also going to be a very spicy story, these bites are usually performed during sex. If you have any triggers at all towards descriptions of blood, slightly out of control, passionate sex, vampyre bites that occur during sex, or anything else that you feel may be affected by reading something like this, then please do read with caution. We would hate to trigger anyone. We always try to write sensitively and hopefully we have managed this here. Full consent is also very clearly given in this chapter, Hermione understands exactly what she is asking for and what is going to happen.
That's it, dramatic warnings over... here we are then, the super smutty, bitey bitey chapter! ENJOY, and if I can get myself together enough we'll be back with the next chapter next week, if not, it will be two Fridays time!
Lots of love, Claire, (Phoenix!) XXxx
Russian translations,
L'vitsa - Lioness
Kroshka - Little crumb, but used as a term of endearment
Solnechnyy - Sunshine
Milaya - Pretty one/pretty girl
Trakhni menya - F**k me!
Krasivaya - Beautiful
Blyad ad - F**king hell!
Before The Dawn
Chapter 6 - "Only A Vampre Can Love You Forever."
Every curtain in the little cottage was pulled tightly shut against the dappled spring sunshine. Understanding why that was necessary caused Hermione to falter as she crossed the forest clearing with her arm linked through Pansy's. Pansy glanced curiously in her direction, but Hermione took a deep breath, flicked her hair over her shoulder, and continued forwards without a word of explanation. She'd made her decision, she wasn't going to back out now.
As they walked towards the century's old, whitewashed house, Hermione felt the most wonderful sense of calm wash over her. The cows that had seemed so alarming when she'd been lost in the woods with Harry the previous night now looked docile. They watched the girls approach with soft, brown eyes while they puttered around the front door and munched happily on the overgrown flower beds. Pansy released Hermione's arm, skirted the biggest one, shooed it away from an already nibbled hanging basket, then tapped her wand against the cottage wall.
The ancient wooden front door swung open with a satisfying creak, and Hermione followed Pansy inside, only to find herself enveloped by a heavy blue curtain. "It's spelled to keep the sunlight out," Pansy explained, laughing as she rescued Hermione from the malevolent folds of material. Pansy whispered a spell, and the curtain opened with a swoosh, reminding Hermione of the almost sentient curtains that had once guarded the portrait of Sirius' mother in Grimmauld Place.
"This is the thing I struggle with the most, we can go out in the sunlight, but they can't. Direct sunlight cannot touch their skin. Remember that, please. It's horrific if you forget. I did, once, and Finn, well." Hermione nodded as Pansy shuddered and spelled the curtain closed once more. She followed Pansy into the lounge, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim half light, then stopped as Antonin looked up from the book he was apparently reading in the dark.
He looked delighted to see her. A smile lit up his handsome face as he gazed at her. "Hello Kroshka, You came back then?"
Feeling her heart leap at the sight of him, Hermione nodded. "I did."
"Have you thought things through?"
She nodded again, even while the intensity of his gaze caused her stomach to flip flop. "Yes."
"And?"
She was surprised to see a flash of fear cross his face when she hesitated for just a moment too long. "And, I chose you," she said, forcing herself to sound more confident than she felt. "I'm petrified about it, beyond petrified in fact. I'm afraid that I've just made the craziest decision of my entire life. But, nevertheless, I've chosen you. All three of you apparently, since according to Pansy, you come as sort of a package deal."
Antonin's brows lifted up into his hairline. "Pansy explained everything? Even about the four way bond?"
"She did."
Antonin looked amazed as he ran his fingers over his beard. "And you still came back. Wow, L'vitsa, that is brave."
"Hopefully," she said, still feeling uncertain. Her breathing grew shallow under his scrutiny. The intensity of his stare was calling to every one of her senses, heightening them until each one was hyper alert and focused solely on him.
"I apologize for sending Pansy to meet you instead of coming myself this afternoon, but as she's probably explained already, I can't go outside in the sun."
Hermione nodded. "It's okay, it doesn't matter. Pansy did her best to explain things." Once again she felt knocked off kilter by the man sitting in front of her. Understanding the reasons behind the overpowering attraction was doing nothing to dull its force. The tingling in her skin was increasing, and she could feel her scar dancing merrily across her chest, the flames almost leaping off her skin in an effort to get closer to him.
"Did she tell you about the positive side of things too, Solnechnyy?" Antonin continued, "because our little Pansy does tend to have a flair for the dramatics at times."
Hermione startled at the deep, booming laugh that Finn gave as he stepped into the room. "So says the most dramatic man in all of Britain!" She managed to smother her giggle at Antonin's disgruntled look, but couldn't stop her eyes from widening as she watched Finn greet Pansy with a kiss. Being away from the cottage for a few hours had caused her to forget just how enormous Finn really was. Hugely tall and solidly built, he dwarfed Pansy as he hugged her gently against him.
"What positives are there?" Hermione asked, still trying and struggling to master her rampant desire. Finn moved around her to sit down on the sofa and she realised that he was affecting her as well. Feeling lust drunk in a room that contained two Vampyres and her old school nemesis made her feel incredibly vulnerable all over again.
Antonin appeared to have noticed her concerns. He smiled kindly as he uncrossed his legs and sat forwards in his chair. "There are many positives, Kroshka. For one thing, you will never, ever need to worry about your safety ever again. I can see the fear in your eyes." He inhaled deeply through his nose, "I can smell your unease on the air. We would never hurt you, and if anyone else ever did, well, let's just say they wouldn't live to tell the tale. You will never want for anything ever again. You will be worshipped, treated like a goddess, and adored for every…. single…. moment of the rest of your life," he said, looking at her earnestly and almost making her knees buckle to the floor.
She reached out and grabbed the back of the sofa Finn was sitting on for support. "I've," Antonin glanced over at Finn before correcting himself, "sorry, we've nearly a thousand years experience of how to treat a woman, how to make love to a woman, and how to make a woman feel good. And, at the end of the day Hermione," he smiled again, drawing his lips back seductively to show his teeth, only a Vampyre can love you forever." Wordlessly Hermione nodded, swaying slightly on the spot. "But, you need to be sure if you're going to bond in with us. Are you absolutely sure you want this?'' Antonin asked, and ignoring Finn's mutterings about cheesy pickup lines, Hermione nodded once more.
Antonin stood up then, and offered her his hand. Hermione took it and let him pull her into his arms. Once again she fit into them as if it was the most natural place in the world for her to be. When his lips met hers, she revelled in them as if she was drowning, and he alone could offer her air. He picked her up with alarming ease, then settled her legs around his hips and continued to kiss her breath away right in the middle of the lounge. "Hold on," he whispered, and before she realized they were moving, Hermione found herself in what she presumed was his bedroom.
"Wha-? How?" she gasped, feeling disorientated as he continued to press chaste kisses to her lips. "How did you do that?"
"Enhanced strength, enhanced senses, and enhanced speed," Antonin answered, setting her gently back onto her feet.
"Oh!" she said weakly, lifting her chin and whimpering as he kissed along her jawbone and down the side of her neck. "oooohmmmm,"
She felt his lips tug up into a smile beside her ear. "Now, if you make noises like that, Milaya, we're going to have a little problem on our hands."
"What problem?" she gasped as he flicked his tongue over the throbbing pulse point on her neck then paused to give a strangled groan of his own.
He pulled back to look at her, and she gasped, stumbling backward in shock. His eyes were suddenly shining full feral red, and the sight of that and his deliberately bared fangs, while utterly terrifying, almost made her come undone on the spot. A wanton whimper left her lips, but it only made his smile widen until he looked utterly demonic and predatory.
"You think you know what you've agreed to, but you can't possibly know everything," he said, now looking at her seriously. "There's one more thing that you need to know. When I bite you for the first time, my venom is going to feel agonizing. My fangs will pierce your skin, and you'll think for a moment that I'm killing you. You'll probably panic, most people do. It's your survival instinct kicking in. You'll scream, and you might pull back, but If I let you go at that point, your bite will never heal properly and you'll be left in a terrible mess. Do you still want this, even knowing that for a brief moment in time, you will truly fear me? I'll look after you L'vitsa, I promise, and there are many ways I can soften the experience, but even I cannot completely take away those few seconds of terror."
Hermione wondered if she had lost her mind. Her breath was coming in shallow pants. Her heart was pounding, and her already weakened knees were rapidly turning to jelly. Merlin, forgive her, there must be something very wrong with her, because all Antonin's little speech had done was make her want him more. There was no way in seven hells that she could walk away from him now. She'd surrendered her sanity to him the moment he'd captured her in the woods, and now all she could do was willingly hand him her body and soul too.
"How long does the pain last?" she asked weakly.
"One, two seconds at most. As soon as your blood starts to flow, the pain goes, and it'll feel pleasurable, I promise. I told you yesterday that I'm a monster, and that you should run away, but you don't seem to be doing that. Do you want one last chance to change your mind? Now that you know everything?"
"No!" she gasped, letting her head fall back then mewling as he pulled her back into his arms and ran his tongue languidly along the throbbing vein in her neck. "I'm not going to change my mind, and I'm not going to run away. Heaven knows I probably should, but I can't. I've felt like this for too long, Antonin. In dreams that I didn't understand, when I woke up every night at dusk, last night, right now! I don't want to wait any longer! I've made my choice. Stop second guessing me and just do it!"
"Trakhni menya!" Antonin muttered, and the next thing Hermione knew, she was lying underneath him on the outlandishly large bed. "Are you always this demanding?"
"Yes!" she gasped, blushing furiously. "I know my mind, even if you are making me slowly lose it right now."
"And how am I doing that, L'vitsa?" he asked, running his hand down the side of her body and leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
"Your touch is…. electric…" she gasped, "it's not enough, and it's too much all at once, I don't understand-"
He cut her off with another searing kiss to her mouth. "It's because we're already half bonded," he said, making an obvious effort to hold himself back, even as he tangled his legs around hers and ground his hips deliciously against her. "It will settle a little once I've bitten you."
She nodded, lifting her chin again and whimpering as he brushed delicate kisses along the sensitive skin of her throat. He undid the buttons on her blouse then slowly opened the material, staring down at her with wide, lustful eyes. "Krasivaya. Beautiful," he asserted,then pulled both of her black, lacy bra cups down, nestling each one snugly under her breasts before lowering his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Aaaaahhh," she gasped, writhing and wriggling underneath him. She lifted her hips to seek out more contact with him as he kissed her with renewed intensity, flicking his tongue over her nipple then nipping teasingly with his teeth.
The touch of his fangs was incredibly gentle, but she almost detonated underneath him regardless. "Mmmph!" she muttered as he repeated the move with a fraction more force. "Easy, Milaya," he whispered, sounding thoroughly pleased by her reaction, "I've got you."
It seemed to cost Antonin a great deal of restraint to pull back. "One last time, and I promise I won't ask you again," he whispered, his crimson eyes searching hers, "are you absolutely certain about this?" There was a newfound vulnerability to his question, which Hermione found endearing. He'd given up on his attempt to scare her away and what was flickering in his eyes now appeared to be concern. She knew this was it. Whichever answer she gave here, there would be no turning back.
"I'm sure," she whispered, and he nodded once. His wild red eyes closed as he dipped his head to scrape his fangs very gently over the skin of her neck, and Hermione almost leaped off the bed. Her impending orgasm was building to uncomfortable heights inside her. Her entire being felt poised, ready for something to change. No matter what happened next, she knew that she couldn't live without this. She felt more alive now with Antonin than she'd ever felt before in her life.
Antonin whispered a spell,and all of their remaining clothes vanished. There was just enough light for Hermione to make out the movement of her scar with her eyes. The purple flames flicked and danced, moving like real fire over her skin. She looked at Antonin, spread out above her, tall and strong, all smooth skin and dark, lush hair. She felt him twitch against her leg and as she looked down her eyes widened at the size of him. Apparently, senses and movement were not the only enhanced things that Vampyres possessed.
Antonin trailed his fingers gently down her stomach and between her legs. "So wet, Milaya," he whispered, and as he explored her, she tipped her head back into the pillow and groaned. "So wet and so tight." He took his time and there was an intensity to his slow, unhurried strokes that was driving her insane. She bent her legs, lifting herself off the bed to meet his touch, and he smirked almost lazily as she panted underneath him. "Ready?"
Keeping her eyes closed, she nodded. The tip of him nudged gently against her, and she gasped. Opening her eyes, she found him staring down at her in wonder, and she relaxed beneath him, giving what she hoped was an encouraging smile. He slipped further inside her, and the feel of his smooth, hard cock was electric against her velvet walls. She shifted her position again, to give him better access. Antonin closed his eyes, sighing as he gradually slid the rest of the way inside of her. "How does that feel?" he asked with his face buried in her neck, and she nodded, incapable of forming words.
She cried out as he started to move. He drove into her gently with steady, controlled thrusts that were undeniably pleasant but were nowhere near enough. The tension on his face told her he was still holding back. "It's, oh Gods, it's mmmmhhhh!" She thrust her hips herself, and he gasped in response.
"Fuck, Milaya, dont do that!"
"Why not?" she breathed, desperate to feel release.
"Because my control will snap, and I'm quite sure you don't want that to happen!"
Hermione smiled to herself, her nerves had vanished earlier, when he had looked her in the eye and shown her the depths of his concern. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Antonin, I'm giving myself to a Vampyre here. I'm begging you to bite me, to take me, to… ohhhhhh… feels so good! Do you…. mphhhh…. really think….. I'm worried about you… losing control? " She threw her head back into the pillow and bucked underneath him again. "I want this as much as you do. This... almost hurts, it's so intense, it's too intense. I need more! Antonin!"
"Blyad ad!" he closed his eyes, giving her fractionally more speed but still not quite what she so desperately craved. She reached down, scratching her nails lightly over his back, and as he moaned, she increased the pressure. "You should be worried about me losing control with you!" he whispered, "You told me only yesterday that you hate me. You think I'm despicable-"
"That was yesterday," she gasped.
"I'm still the same man, Milaya. Death Eater, murderer, Vampyre. And you want me to lose control with you? You were supposed to run yesterday when I tried to scare you away. You were supposed to be terrified of me, but you didn't fucking well run! Do you... Ever….. Do…. What….. Your….. Told?" He punctuated every softly spoken word with a hard thrust, and Hermione cried out as he finally bottomed out on his last word, and every last glorious inch of him was buried snugly inside her once more.
"Very rarely," she gasped, now finding his attempts to scare her endearing rather than frightening. "Yes, I want your control to snap, Antonin. I need you to be all of those things, as much as I also need you to be the man who was worried about hurting me a moment ago. Gods! This restraint of yours is what's going to kill me! It's too intense!" she keened, pleading as he pulled out almost all the way to the tip, "please!" something changed in his eyes as she begged, and he closed his eyes and thrust inside her much harder and more deliberately than before. "Oh, Gods, yes!" she cried as he snapped his hips hard against her.
The look that crossed his face then was wicked. "Is this what you want, little witch? All of it? All sides of me? You might be sorry you asked for it. I was trying to be gentle, I was-"
"Please! Just stop trying!" she cried.
The growl he unleashed would have terrified her even a few short hours ago. All it did now was excite her. "This is your last warning not to provoke me." Abandoning herself to her uncontrollable desire she threw caution to the wind, tipped her head back, pressed her neck into him, and rubbed her skin against his fangs. "Fuck!" he groaned, dropping his head then picking up speed until he was thrusting into her with wild, brutal abandon.
"Yes!" she shrieked, "like that! Oh please, oh! Yes!" her orgasm broke with the intensity of what felt like an inferno, and she knew what he was about to do a split second before he did it.
The moment his razor sharp teeth pierced the delicate skin of her throat, she screamed. It didn't just hurt, it felt like he'd stabbed her with a thousand red hot pokers. She was suddenly paralyzed by the fear that he had told her would come. Her brain froze as her survival instinct kicked in, and the crystal clear, terrifying reality of what was happening crashed over her. She tried to pull away, but that was impossible. Antonin's inhuman strength was no match for her, and he merely sank his teeth deeper into her vein. After a moment, the blinding, agonizing pain started to change.
A strange, white hot intensity replaced the agony, and as Antonin gently licked her neck with his tongue and started to suck in languid pulls, the pain was replaced by the most intense rush of pleasure she had ever known. She cried out again, relaxing her once frozen body, and as he was able to resume his easy movements inside her, another orgasm crashed wildly over her body.
Antonin continued to lap lazily at her neck, and as her blood started to flow freely into him, she pressed herself closer, seeking a connection on a different level. The pleasure was relentless. The harder she pushed her neck into his teeth, the harder he sucked, and the more incredible it felt. She was driven by a frenzy of never ending pulses of pleasure, and she felt like she was floating. It had become overwhelming, but she didn't want to pull away. The more he sucked, the more she wanted to give to him. Just as she groaned wantonly, Antonin ceased his movement at her neck. She felt him slowly withdraw his teeth and she whimpered at their loss.
As he soothed the last remnants of the sting away with his tongue, she knew that something intrinsic had changed within her. She dimly realized that he'd reached his own climax inside her, and as she rubbed her neck against his mouth, he chuckled darkly. "No more just yet," he whispered against her skin, "You're not ready for more." He gently released himself from her, then pulled her straight into his arms, licking his lips and breathing heavily as he stared down at her in wonder.
"My god, Milaya," he said, cradling her gently against him and looking down at her in awed wonder, "Are you okay? I didn't take much, slightly more than I'd intended, but hopefully not enough to leave you feeling dizzy. Did it hurt?"
Weakly, Hermione nodded. "Yes, and you were right. It was terrifying too. I wanted it so much, but then my body realized what was happening, and you were right, I panicked," she sighed against his chest, "I wanted to fight it, but I couldn't. You were too strong. Then something changed, and oh my Gods, I'm so glad I couldn't push you off. Will it always feel like that?"
Antonin nodded. "Yes. The pain lessens each time, though, and you won't panic next time. That's why you had to be sure, kroshka, do you see now? There was no turning back."
"I didn't want to turn back. I never wanted to turn back," she admitted. He nodded, dropping gentle kisses into her hair. She pressed her fingers carefully to her neck, expecting it to feel sore or for there to be blood, but there was nothing there.
"It's healed already," Antonin said, "our bites heal fast. How do you feel now?"
Hermione thought for a moment. "Better," she said honestly. "Settled. Whole. And possibly slightly concerned about my sanity."
Antonin chuckled as he laughed. "There's darkness in you, Milaya. I can feel it. It calls to the darkness in me." He pressed another kiss to her hair, and she could feel him twitching back into life against her. "Ignore that, unless you want it that is. Vampyres are very sexual. It doesn't mean we have to act on it every time, though."
Gratefully, Hermione nodded. "I honestly don't think I could do that again right now," she admitted. She felt weak, boneless even, as she melted against him. Her eyes were closing, almost against her will. It seemed that the sleep she had missed out on the previous night was finally catching up with her.
"Go to sleep, beautiful," Antonin whispered, moving her hair away from her face. "The venom also contains a relaxant. Your home now, finally, we'll worry about your lapse in sanity later. You're right where you've always needed to be."
Hermione mumbled something incoherent against his chest. Her eyelids closed, and she fell into a deep sleep with her head resting against Antonin's strangely silent heart.