Warning: Mild Language. Violence, more death, There will be a slashier version up at snitchfiction.net up later this week. While this was intended to be the last chapter, it is not. You'll see why at the end… I felt all-evil when I wrote the last bit. Enjoy.
Taste
Chapter 5 Bite me Here and Here and Here
By Wittchway
"I like this," Harry whispered his eyes rolling over Sirius's still body.
Snape sat back on the heels of his feet looking at the boy's honesty, "Some how I knew you would. But don't get use to this we won't be eating like this every day."
"We don't eat everyday?" astonished Harry sat up, somehow he thought he would be hungry everyday, every waking hour. He was hungry now.
"Technically speaking we are suppose to feed daily. But...there's a repression potion we will start taking when we return to the castle...it helps…with a strong will."
Harry looked up shocked, "you take it?" he twirled his small fist in the hem of his robes.
Snape sighed, running a raged hand through his hair, "I do..."
"But I'm hungry, I'll be hungrier tomorrow..." he cut Snape off, "I want to do this." he pointed at Sirius, "everyday."
"That's not the way it works. I'll make the potion, you'll take it or you'd be feeding on your friends in the middle of the night if you didn't".
Harry wanted to protest some more but at Snapes last words he lost track of his thoughts a moment envisioning a pale Ron, curled in Gryffindor red duvet. The moonlight creeping across his pale skin. That long thin neck, a splatter of ginger freckles, the wayward strands of red hair. It all sounded delicious. Harry jumped to his feet, "I'm not taking any potion and you shouldn't either. This is what we are, who we are." he spiraled looking at the headmaster lying still on the ground still stunned.
He glanced over his shoulder Snape, "I will not be denied who I truly am." Harry shouted heatedly in the headmaster's direction his hands curled into fists at his side.
Snape stood slowly smoothing down the front of his robes, you had to admire the young, their strong point of views, stronger beliefs. The potions master ran another hand through his thick hair thinking a moment, "there is a way of course…" there was always a way. He walked around the headmaster Harry's eyes followed his movement, "but your precious headmaster won't approve of it."
Harry's eyes gleamed, "tell me…tell me" he rocked gleefully on the balls of his feet. Hunger already creeping upon him.
Snape smirked at the eagerness of youth, he beckoned the boy to him. Harry crossed with rabid eagerness. Snape tilted the boys chin up with a slick finger. "Are you still hungry, love" he Tasted, licking his way along the curve of the boys ear, whispering heatedly.
Harry nodded, his lips brushed against the professors, "yes".
"Then drink," he shoved Harry roughly toward the immobile body of Dumbledore. "You drink, kill and I will show you a life that is a endless feast." Snape growled bearing his sharp fangs stained with the blood of Sirius Black.
Harry looked at Dumbledore, the Headmasters gray eyes darted around wildly. He was muttering, chanting under his breath, the old professor's weak attempts to break the binding spell, the vampires had set earlier. Harry turned to look at Snape, "you mean…" he pointed at Dumbledore his eyes widening.
Snape nodded, pulling his black cloak around him standing tall arching his back in a lazy stretch. Harry looked intently at him a moment longer, then dropped to his knees. The grays of the old mans beard and hairs scattered around him. Harry brushed a tattered leaf from his hair. Emerald eyes glistened with hunger that was damn to be eternal.
"How?" he whispered, pulling at his own cloak. Snape knelt next to the headmaster, "Kill him Harry, feed..." Harry stumbled back, "...who would run the school."
"That's a child's answer Potter," Snape swooped down on him yanking him to his feet. Snape turned him around facing the Death Eaters body that lay in the far distance, to Sirius body that lay a few feet away, to Dumbledore at his feet. "If he didn't hold us back, to stop us from our natural instant and nature, we would be free to feed nightly." Snape smirked "to widdle out the less desirable in society. Blood is our survival." Harry looked at the Headmaster, "he's done so much for me...I don't know if I can." Snape growled shoving him away, "There's no guilt in our lifestyle…kill him Harry".
Harry's hesitation was pissing Snape off. The boy was torn between his lackluster muggle emotions and denying himself of who he truly was. Snape was short on patients and the sun would shortly rise they had less than two hours. Snape could stay in the morning sun for a short while, Harry who was newly made could not he would still be too sensitive. Snape could fell the tingling upon his skin already.
"Lupin" Snape screamed.
TBC
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