Notes...
This little drabble was a prompt from Death Eater Groupies Facebook Group's weekly prompt. It's Antonin and Hermione and just to warn you, he's a vampire in this one!
"Evil? Me? Oh sweet girl," Antonin threw his head back and laughed. He composed himself quickly then met Hermione's eyes, causing her to swallow hard. Was it the dim light, or had they just flashed red? "I've been evil for a very long time. In fact, I first met evil when I was only a child."
Hermione's throat constricted with fear even though he hadn't moved. His allure was strong even from this distance. She could sense him as if he was part of herself, and even through her fear, she felt the strong pull of arousal. "How old were you?"
He ran his tongue slowly over his lips, mesmerizing her still further. "Twenty seven."
She opened her mouth, scoffed. "That's hardly what I'd call a child."
Antonin quirked a brow in amusement. "When you've lived a hundred lifetimes Hermione, twenty seven can easily be considered a child."
"You-" she started to speak, to shut down his ridiculous claim, but something stopped her. "What?!"
His smile was devastating. He ran his fingers through his long hair then continued, "oh yes, I met evil a very long time ago. She intercepted me on a dirt road in northern Siberia. She was a demon. A demon hidden behind the face of the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She transfixed me. She compelled me to come to her with her will alone. She entranced me. She changed me,"
After every short, staccato sentence Antonin spoke, he stepped closer to her. Hermione's body responded, welcoming him through her terror. Her heart pounded, her eyes widened, and she staggered as a pulse of intense arousal threatened to shatter her remaining resolve.
Antonin stopped mere inches from her and watched her passively. "Is that what you're doing to me now?" she asked.
Antonin shook his head. "No. You see, she didn't tell me what she was until it was too late. I'm giving you full disclosure. I know you want me. But you see," he broke off, baring his teeth then deliberately cutting his tongue as he ran it over his razor sharp, elongated canines. Hermione almost fainted with shock as his eyes flashed full, feral red. She stumbled backward, blindly groping along the wall for the way out of the cabin.
She was surprised when he didn't pursue her, and she stopped, as yet more intense arousal weakened her body. "If you give yourself to a vampire Hermione, you're tied to him for eternity. Offer yourself to me, and I'll never let you go." It was a statement that both thrilled and horrified her. "But, you're a sensible girl," Antonin raised his hand to wandlessly open the previously hidden door, "so go ahead. Do what sensible girls do. Run."