Warning: Mild Language, Vampire themes, blood and all. Lets not forget a mild thought of slashiness. And of course I don't own that would be JK Rowling and WB. Thanks to those that reviewed, you are free to archive where you wish, just let me know the site, I like to visit my stories, make sure their happy.

Taste

By Tracev

"No, cried" Albus Dumbledore running forward wand drawn, "Stupefy", he screamed. Sirius ducked cradling a limp Harry in his arms. Snape to his left fell back, his legs at a strange angle, Albus ran, throwing himself at Snape's side babbling incoherently, "No... No what did he do?" Albus grabbed at Snapes wand, crawled to Sirius, "What did he do? Where is Harry bit?" he yanked Harry from Sirius arms. Laying him out on the forest floor. He searched franticly through the boy's robes for any trace of the bite.

Sirius watched in shock as the headmaster tore through robes and T-shirts he was near undressing the boy when Sirius regained thought. "Sir what are you doing? No one bit him, he was hit with Crucio to long." Sirius gestured toward the body of a death eater several feet away, "killed the bastard. Harry's hurt, his eyes are all glassed over. His

breathing has shallowed...can you fix him?"

Albus looked strangely at Sirius a sigh of relief crossed his face, "So he didn't bite him?" he pointed from one to the other.

"No," Sirius said slowly slightly confused, "but Harry, sir..." he stumbled over his words, pulling his godson back into his arms, hugging the limp form of the boy.

"Huh yes..." Albus looked back at Snape laid out on the ground his lips ruby from the boys blood, "well lie him out Sirius, lets take a look."

Sirius ran a ragged hand through his tangled mess of hair. He looked from Snape to Harry to Dumbledore who was currently bent over Harry, his wand out mumbling some incoherent spell. The old man looked tired, his normally elaborate robes had been removed and he had on just normal black wizarding robes. Sirius noticed that it some how made him appear smaller, older, vulnerable, almost human. The old wizard sat back on the heels of his feet, "evaious" he pointed his wand at Snape.

The potions master stirred, sitting up, a moan escaped him. He licked his lips, blood, not his own, he looked at Harry sprawled out on the ground. He pulled himself to his knees, crawled a pace to the boy. Albus Dumbledore bent over Harry, his wand pulled, "Albus" Snape whispered, not taking his eyes from the blood on the boy's lip that was drying. Snapes eyes caught site of the pale skin of Harry's neck, his shirt lay pulled to one side.

Snape fluttered a hand over the area, not thinking he stroked the pale skin of the boy's neck, it was enticing. He had a sudden desire to lick that pale patch of skin. Lost in that thought he bent down suddenly and licked, taste, his eyes suddenly heavy, his mouth watering for what was right before him, waiting.

A strangled cry of outrage from Sirius was ignored. Snape hovered over the boy his face inches from Harry's, the student didn't stir. He could feel Hands pulling on him, why were they stopping him from what he wanted. It had been so long since he had tasted human blood. A drop, he just needed a drop, a taste, a lick. They didn't know what it was like, to be denied so long of what it is you want, what you crave, what your life's desires was. What your life's purpose was.



Snape bent over the boy again, it couldn't hurt to taste...? His long fingers flexed at his side, restlessly moving over the still form. He wanted to ravish the body lying before him, to taste, explore, devourer. 


"Severus", Albus snapped in a stern voice, "remember yourself, Professor." Snape heard the voices telling him what to do, telling him to stop. But they were drowned out by a greater need, by his inter voice telling him that this was what he was. He was a vampire. Put on this earth to drink blood, to taste peoples lives. The drawl of his needs became overwhelming, he pushed aside Sirius and pulled the boy into his arms. The smell of his neck, the musk of human scent it was all overwhelmingly intoxicating. 


Snape threw his head back, as the moon parted from the clouds, as a sliver of silver moon light found it's way to where the strange group lay. Piercing fangs burst from Snapes mouth, his eyes shown bright with the burst of pleasure that was soon to be taken. He was numb to the cries from the others to stop. 


Snape growled deeply with satisfaction, the pierce of his teeth into the virgin skin, the flow of blood into his mouth, the waves of pleasure hit him. He was lost in the wave of consciousness and unconsciousness. There was a muffled scream somewhere in the distance. Hands trying to pull him from his prey. A slight whimper from the boy. It was like making love, nay like being fucked, pleasure. The bite, the release, the shot of warm liquid in his mouth. 


Snapes eyes rolled back in his head, a moan of satisfaction ripped through him. He usually liked more of a struggle from his victims, but it had been so long, who was he to complain?


Of course that was because of Albus Dumbledore that he was denied blood. When there had been rumors mentioned of a cure at Hogwarts Snape had fled the death Eaters and had returned to Hogwarts to see if this was true. Of course it hadn't been, there was a suppression potion he could take, which he did regularly. But the underlying need for blood was still there, if he kept busy it went unnoticed or really he was able to kid himself enough that it worked. His own potion skills had improved on it over time, but eventuality he was building up immunity to the potion. 


The drive for blood was to the point where he couldn't sleep anymore. He was restless, he was lost in crazed manic thoughts of who he could kill, whom could he kill and wouldn't be missed. There was some nights where all he did was make endless lists of names, he had it narrowed down to reasonable wizards that wouldn't be missed and then there was his fantasy list. 


Fantasy granted. 


Severus Snape wasn't aware how long the sensation lasted. All he knew is when he pulled back, when Harry Potter had been drained of his blood, when the last whimper of the boy had died away, with the taste still lingering in his mouth, on his tongue. The smooth texture slide down his throat, Not a ping of guilt hit him, he released the boy dropping him back to the forest floor. He wanted to scream for more please. 



Sirius who had been pulling at Snape, screaming for the release of Harry leapt at the vampire. Sirius wrestled Snape to the ground, Snape growled, rage building up in him. He felt stronger, a fog of haze seemed to lift from him.


He was hungry, starving, ravished, Snape spun Sirius to the ground. He was now the aggressor, his knee in Black's chest. A cry, "aquafury", burst from behind Snape, he turned as a rush of water and storm hit him, a furious Dumbledore stood there. Snape jumped to his knees, his wand pulled, he raised it slowly above him, an evil growl crept from him, felt as if he could take on the world.


Dumbledore stood firm, his wand at his side, a smirk you rarely see from the man crossed his face. "Are you going to dual me Professor...? Do you think you could win?" Dumbledore smiled, Snape's look of fury drifted from his face. A confused look crossed instead, he looked almost as if waking from a dream. 


Then just as quickly The mask he usually wore returned. He straighten his robes, brush the forest dust from himself. "Albus" he nodded turning to go look at the death eater's body that Sirius had killed earlier.


Sirius stood shakily to Albus's side "What the bloody hell?" he screams, "you're just going to let him walk away. He Killed Harry" Sirius snatched up Harry's wand, Dumbledore stepped in front of him. "Leave Severus alone...he needs time to re-gather his thoughts."


Sirius fumed, he was not going to take this, he couldn't let this happen, this was wrong, he couldn't let it go unjustified, he made a move to dart around Dumbledore, but the old man grabbed Sirius arm, "you will not disturb him Sirius. and you will keep this secret, this is between us three."


"He killed Harry...How can you keep this secret...this is my godson." Sirius paced back and forth franticly eyeing Snape. There will be revenge, Sirius Black had no doubt of that. 




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