Bleeding Lips
Year 1923-1924
Suckers: A Study and History by Georgia Granger --------------- An abnormal species of seduction. Suckers are most likely to be found around Europe; and it is a mere myth. The first Sucker was born in November 5th, 1916 and was known to be called Lillian. Suckers are told to have a shape in human form, though they can transform easily when they are attacked or in danger of human resources. They are presented in human form of a beautiful man or woman. You can usually identify a Sucker by looking at their lips closely. They have chapped lips, with a tongue that turns yellow often. A Sucker often kills by seducing. It is their job, their destiny to suck on human blood, and take their strength and energy. If a Sucker doesn't have three meals a day of humans, it will die. Several witches and wizards have been killed by these temptresses, however, some believe that Suckers is just a foretold legend to scare off men. There is no known truth or myth in this information; all these studies are written by chance.
Transcript by: 1924 G.M. Granger
Year 2001-2002
"Wow, Aunt Georgia was really something, huh?" sixteen year old Hermione Granger said, careful to turn the page very carefully in the old rusty book she was reading. Her mother nodded absentmindedly.
"She loved writing; such a disgrace when she was murdered right after that was published. Can you believe such a thing? I never knew her, she was way before my time. More tea, dear?" her mother said, rustiling around the cabinets of the kitchen.
"No thanks; I am going to go pack. I have to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow," she said, sighing.
"I thought you loved school," her mother commented while steaming a pot on the stove.
"I do. But I'd love to find more about Aunt Georgia. Like how she knew so much about Suckers. Too bad Christmas will be over, exams are coming up, I just need to study," Hermione added.
"Mmm," her mother said, sipping on the tea which was boiling in her flowered cup.
Year 1925
"She saw us, Charlie!" the woman threw her hands up in frustration.
"Don't fret dear, it does horrible things to your perfect complexion," Charlie drawled in his usually husky voice.
"Georgia, Miss School Prefect- Miss- Writer, she was always a bitch to me. Got on my nerves; deadened my fun times in school. And now she's telling everyone about my- my powers! Oh Charlie, help me!" Lillian said, collapsing in his arms.
Charlie examined her. She was in a terrible pose, her head on his chest, her brunette curls hanging over her olive expression on her face. Her red eyes were gleaming, and the tip of her tongue was starting to turn yellow. He put one finger on her chin, forcing her to pull her head back. Tears were shining on her cheeks, but soon they turned into ashes of flames and vanished quickly.
"Oh, dear, Lillian. Don't let the mother fucker get to you. You're getting very weak in the past; you are supposed to live and drink, Lillian. Perhaps it would be better if you start a whole new life in the future. Yes, much more handsome men there, Lillian." Charlie let out his words softly; and pushed her against the wall harshly.
Her head banged, making a sudden gash against the wall. Blood dripped on the textures, but soon turned into ashes of fire once again; and vanished.
"Charlie, my human appearance is beautiful enough, do you not think any of the Grangers will regonize me to be THE Lillian? I mean, if you kill the first Sucker, where will the hundreds of others that produced in the future go?" she asked, pleading with her pouty frown.
"I will help you. I know the perfect girl. I have done some exploring in the future myself; she is weak, innocent, but very powerful. She does not know yet that she controls a very evil source. Why, Lillian, I think you would be happy to know that she has served Lord Voldemort himself," Charlie suggested meekly.
"Lord Voldemort? And who the fuck is that?" Lillian demanded.
"Oh yes, dear, forgot he was after your time. He is a great dark wizard that many still fear of to speak. Now, lets go in the future."
"You will come with me?" Lillian asked, her eyes widening in hope. If Charlie was there with her, how much fun they would both have!
"Not now, silly girl. When the time comes. First you have to take over the girl's body. Ah, imagine, the first Sucker to come into the year of 2002. Imagine!" exclaimed Charlie gleefully.
Lillian shrugged. "Who is it? It better be someone godamn gorgeous."
Charlie nodded. "She is. You might need to fix her up, but of course my dear Lillian, you are always able to make yourself irresistable no matter how you potray yourself, are you not?" he gushed.
She broke her dried lips into a smile.
"Stop, you're embarrassing me," she said grinning.
"Now, who's the girl?" she repeated.
"She's young, my dear Lillian. Only a fifteen year old. But do not pout, we will make her innocence go away. I will join you soon. But in the beginning, you need to put first touches. Remember; don't let anyone see your chapped lips. And keep that tongue in order," Charlie said.
Lillian nodded innocently. "I get it, bitchboy. Now who is it?"
"Virginia Weasley. She currently spends her Christmas time in the Burrow north of London, however I suggest you go there very quickly to take over her body."
Lillian nodded obediantly.
"Of course."
With a wave of her hand, she vanished, leaving tiny marks of ashes and flames, christining in the ground.
Year 1923-1924
Suckers: A Study and History by Georgia Granger --------------- An abnormal species of seduction. Suckers are most likely to be found around Europe; and it is a mere myth. The first Sucker was born in November 5th, 1916 and was known to be called Lillian. Suckers are told to have a shape in human form, though they can transform easily when they are attacked or in danger of human resources. They are presented in human form of a beautiful man or woman. You can usually identify a Sucker by looking at their lips closely. They have chapped lips, with a tongue that turns yellow often. A Sucker often kills by seducing. It is their job, their destiny to suck on human blood, and take their strength and energy. If a Sucker doesn't have three meals a day of humans, it will die. Several witches and wizards have been killed by these temptresses, however, some believe that Suckers is just a foretold legend to scare off men. There is no known truth or myth in this information; all these studies are written by chance.
Transcript by: 1924 G.M. Granger
Year 2001-2002
"Wow, Aunt Georgia was really something, huh?" sixteen year old Hermione Granger said, careful to turn the page very carefully in the old rusty book she was reading. Her mother nodded absentmindedly.
"She loved writing; such a disgrace when she was murdered right after that was published. Can you believe such a thing? I never knew her, she was way before my time. More tea, dear?" her mother said, rustiling around the cabinets of the kitchen.
"No thanks; I am going to go pack. I have to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow," she said, sighing.
"I thought you loved school," her mother commented while steaming a pot on the stove.
"I do. But I'd love to find more about Aunt Georgia. Like how she knew so much about Suckers. Too bad Christmas will be over, exams are coming up, I just need to study," Hermione added.
"Mmm," her mother said, sipping on the tea which was boiling in her flowered cup.
Year 1925
"She saw us, Charlie!" the woman threw her hands up in frustration.
"Don't fret dear, it does horrible things to your perfect complexion," Charlie drawled in his usually husky voice.
"Georgia, Miss School Prefect- Miss- Writer, she was always a bitch to me. Got on my nerves; deadened my fun times in school. And now she's telling everyone about my- my powers! Oh Charlie, help me!" Lillian said, collapsing in his arms.
Charlie examined her. She was in a terrible pose, her head on his chest, her brunette curls hanging over her olive expression on her face. Her red eyes were gleaming, and the tip of her tongue was starting to turn yellow. He put one finger on her chin, forcing her to pull her head back. Tears were shining on her cheeks, but soon they turned into ashes of flames and vanished quickly.
"Oh, dear, Lillian. Don't let the mother fucker get to you. You're getting very weak in the past; you are supposed to live and drink, Lillian. Perhaps it would be better if you start a whole new life in the future. Yes, much more handsome men there, Lillian." Charlie let out his words softly; and pushed her against the wall harshly.
Her head banged, making a sudden gash against the wall. Blood dripped on the textures, but soon turned into ashes of fire once again; and vanished.
"Charlie, my human appearance is beautiful enough, do you not think any of the Grangers will regonize me to be THE Lillian? I mean, if you kill the first Sucker, where will the hundreds of others that produced in the future go?" she asked, pleading with her pouty frown.
"I will help you. I know the perfect girl. I have done some exploring in the future myself; she is weak, innocent, but very powerful. She does not know yet that she controls a very evil source. Why, Lillian, I think you would be happy to know that she has served Lord Voldemort himself," Charlie suggested meekly.
"Lord Voldemort? And who the fuck is that?" Lillian demanded.
"Oh yes, dear, forgot he was after your time. He is a great dark wizard that many still fear of to speak. Now, lets go in the future."
"You will come with me?" Lillian asked, her eyes widening in hope. If Charlie was there with her, how much fun they would both have!
"Not now, silly girl. When the time comes. First you have to take over the girl's body. Ah, imagine, the first Sucker to come into the year of 2002. Imagine!" exclaimed Charlie gleefully.
Lillian shrugged. "Who is it? It better be someone godamn gorgeous."
Charlie nodded. "She is. You might need to fix her up, but of course my dear Lillian, you are always able to make yourself irresistable no matter how you potray yourself, are you not?" he gushed.
She broke her dried lips into a smile.
"Stop, you're embarrassing me," she said grinning.
"Now, who's the girl?" she repeated.
"She's young, my dear Lillian. Only a fifteen year old. But do not pout, we will make her innocence go away. I will join you soon. But in the beginning, you need to put first touches. Remember; don't let anyone see your chapped lips. And keep that tongue in order," Charlie said.
Lillian nodded innocently. "I get it, bitchboy. Now who is it?"
"Virginia Weasley. She currently spends her Christmas time in the Burrow north of London, however I suggest you go there very quickly to take over her body."
Lillian nodded obediantly.
"Of course."
With a wave of her hand, she vanished, leaving tiny marks of ashes and flames, christining in the ground.