Lily, the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: I didn't get sued or anything but my brother told me I was stupid for not doing so, so here it is. Not mine unless I was J.K.'s illegitimate daughter or anything and she took pity on me and gave me rights to own her HP series.
Author's Note: Mech, you may not wanna read this. You're probably gonna read this if I told you not to and if I found out that you did, I'll kill you!!! Especially if you tease me about this!!! I'll tell the entire world that you read penny-novels if you do!!! Don't judge me, I read them to and plus all those people pestering me to place some fluff in this fic (Mech, I'm talkin' 'bout you, especially), well, you got it. Don't flame, laugh if you want but don't tease me about it!!!
Chapter Eighteen
She casually leaned on the door, folding her arms over her chest and regarding him with an indifferent and uninterested glance. She was bored; he could sense that much in her sight yet her body said otherwise. She was tense, evident in the way her arms were too tightly crossed, almost defensively and the look she endowed him with was not one of casual unconcern but forced coolness, almost a glare.
"Look, James," she emphasized his name testily, her impatience and lack of comfort evident in the manner in which she raised her brow, glaring at him. "If ya got nuttin' ta say then you better get outta my way, y'know. I look and feel like shit since what sleep I was s'posed to get kinda turned into this weird narrative nightmare."
Her verbal ability had astounded him at first. The way she spoke in extensive sentences which he was quite certain that none would understand or call the dictum she used words was absolutely endearing.
"Potter," she narrowed her eyes threateningly. "You better move it or do you want me to do it for ya?"
He looked at her and nearly grinned. He knew from personal experience that her wide and innocent eyes, heartbreaking smile and petite figure hid the powerful and mythical being that existed within. He had concluded that though he had to be cautious when in her presence, he would not allow himself to be dissuaded by her brash attitude.
"Potter!" she snapped, eyes flashing venom.
Her temper was another matter to consider. It was hard for him to even imagine her being brought up by the timid and old- fashioned Watcher he had met. Maybe that trait could be attributed to her red hair. She could have passed off as Irish, fisher folk's tales usually warned men never to be besotted by a woman with fire-hair. Their tempers threatened to drive men to drown themselves in the sea.
They were dangerous. Ironic that this redhead happened to be a Vampire Slayer.
She laid a hand on his chest and made a move to push him.
He shocked her by grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him.
She nearly gasped but instead a low menacing growl escaped from her throat. She sometimes thought that being a Slayer entailed possessing the abilities of a cat or a lion. Maybe it was just in her opinion or it could have just been her belligerent nature. She nearly snorted, mentally picturing the scene in which she was a participant.
She couldn't see anything but those soft chocolate eyes but what had come to mind were those of cheesy movies and romance novels. As a spectator, it might have brought giggles but as a partaker, the laughter died in her throat.
He was serious, even the most insipid of people could see that. She concluded that he was either going to confide in her a grave secret, engage her in a discussion of the most important of matters, the end of the world, maybe or, unluckily, kiss her.
He stared at her, probing, the twinkle that usually resided in his eyes hardening, his eyes darkening as if he were concentrating. He pensively studied her countenance, her crimson hair unlike any he had seen before, her riveting emerald eyes, her alabaster white skin and then his gaze rested on her petal- pink lips.
She quelled the urge to gulp and stared at him defiantly. She wanted to run, flee and stay as far away from him as possible, yet the warrior in her would hear none of her pleas. Instead of turning away, her pride kept her feet firmly planted on the carpeted floor, staring obstinately at James Potter.
He eased her hand back to her side and she glared.
Anger.
That was the only word that could possibly describe the emotion burning at the pit of her stomach. But she knew deep down that it couldn't've been hostility. It was fear, the most dreaded of all emotions.
'Stop it, Evans. He ain't gonna do nuthin' that you don't want him to do. Break his nose and kick his ass. Right now!'
She stared at him grimly, impatient with him and uncomfortable under his patronizing gaze. The way they seemed to linger on her lips and her eyes.
'Now, Evans!!!!'
She made a move to shove him off of her but his hands had somehow found their way to her hips and with an astonishing amount of strength pushed her back to the wall.
"I'm not done yet," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I. don't. care." She emphasized each word, hoping he was just slow in the head, mentally challenged, and that her threatening implications would finally get to him.
But he didn't stop staring at her, if possible, his gaze became even more intense, penetrating and probing.
'God, he's invading your privacy, woman!!! Bust his fucking head open!!!'
But she couldn't.
Later, her, their, actions might have been attributed to raging hormones or her unbending will and either way, she would still have to blame herself. Being a Slayer meant fearing fear, as stupid as it may sound and rejecting her own cowardice.
And instead of using the intelligence that she had instinctively acquired, she did the most unsensible and only Slayer-ly thing she could have done. She stayed in place, allowing him to pin her to the wall, a glint of defiance and foreboding in her eyes.
"I could sue for sexual harassment, you know, Potter?"
Banter, ugh!, of all the inane things she could have come up with and of all the numerous actions she could have performed, she chose the most girly action in the world, she engaged him in playful flirtatious banter.
Screw the world!!! Fuck Potter if he thought he would get away with this!!!
"Well, Slayer, why don't you use that strength of yours to push me away, then?" he taunted, a hand moving from her hip to her hair, playing with a strand that fell in her face.
"I swear, Potter, if you don't cut that out, I will."
But before she could carry out her threat, his hand ceased its playful teasing and found its way to the back of her neck and he stared her down. Defiantly, she glared back and her breath silently caught at the back of her throat at the sight of the determination in his clouded over eyes.
He wasn't drunk, that much she could conclude.
Why he was about to do what he was going to do, she didn't know.
His head bent down, their foreheads nearly touching and she instinctively looked up, cursing herself for doing so for at that very moment, his lips met hers.
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"And they almost kissed, if I hadn't fallen. So, was my plan brilliant?"
Sirius grinned at Remus expectantly as he observed his friend frown contemplatively at his words. "I'm expecting lavish praises right about now that's similar to 'Sirius! You're a bloody genius!"' and the like."
Remus cuffed him at the back of his head.
"Ow!" he groaned as he rubbed his neck. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
"For your bleedin' stupidity, that's what!"
"What stupid thing did I do now, oh all knowledgeable Remus?" he said, sarcastically.
"You know what that'll do to our little Jamesie, Padfoot?"
"No, Mr. Remus I-hold-all-the-smarts-in-the-world-and-love-to- brag-about-it-to-us-simple-minded-creatures Lupin. Why don't you enlighten one of your humble subjects?"
"If you had just thought about it, you would understand the casualties of the situation, Padfoot."
"But I always, um., er., do that action where the saying says is bad about cooking and jumping or something. Wait, oh, I have it, burning your food before you jump! No, Moony, I don't know."
"Look before you leap."
"Eh?"
"That's what you do. Never looking before you leap into situations."
"Right, right," he waved away Remus' advice. "What did I do now?"
"You do know about how James treats girls, now do you?"
He nodded.
"And about how he can't end something he hasn't finished?"
Another nod.
"What do you think he and Lily are doing out there if he had his way?"
Sirius nodded, then stopped, his eyes wide open.
"Bloody hell."
It was Remus' turn to nod.
Sirius scrambled for the door, intending to have some material for blackmail when he felt Remus' iron grip at the back of his robes. "Leggo!"
"I know what's running through that twisted mind of yours and I'll have you know that at least one of us in this compartment is sane. I won't allow you to see anything of the sort."
"Aw, pweese, Remy!" He gave Remus his best pleading look but Remus' decision would not waver. "I'll let you see too!!! Or if you're too honorable about it, I'll tell you!!! And I won't even tell them that I told you except when they find out that I know and make me tell them that I told you but if they won't make me tell them that I told you then I won't tell them that I told you!"
He remained unfazed. "Sirius, I think it would be best if you stay here. I don't want to have to carry you all the way to the Infirmary and have to hear you mourn about the scars and wounds you would happen to receive when you enter the war zone out there."
"I don't hear any noise."
"Better safe than dead."
"True, too true."
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He smelled like mint. And after-shave. His lips were soft, warm and strong. There was a manly musky scent to him, something she'd never really noticed before. His hand had eased its vice- like grip on her neck and he buried it in her hair. His other hand was tenderly caressing her waist.
His kiss was heart-meltingly soft and drugging. His tongue was powerful and demanding. Her hands grasped at the collar of his jacket and she felt her knees go weak. She nearly stopped the kiss, groaning at the cliché that she was feeling.
She hated it. She hated feeling weak, yet, his kiss was tender and alluring, but he was the one in control, not her but him.
She wanted to pull back, but she figured revenge would be better and much more sweeter, not as sweet as his kisses, but just as fulfilling.maybe.
She could go without air longer than most humans, and if she did this right, she might have him die from lack of air. Well, not exactly die, just have him pass out, that would embarrass the asshole.
That is, if he hadn't the experience he had. He'd probably kissed a million girls before her and could have learned to control his need for oxygen.
She hated him, he was too perfect. Damn him if he thought he could over power her. So, she kissed him back with as much force as she could. She warred with him.
Her hands buried themselves in his messy hair which turned out to be surprisingly soft and she pushed herself off of the hard wood and changed their positions, slamming him into the opposite wall.
She figured that she was enjoying this too much, she could feel his in the enthusiastic way he responded to her taking control of the situation.
"Oh my God!"
She quickly yet reluctantly broke their kiss and whirled around to face their spectators.
Ermstead and her little posse.
"Fuck."
She didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know how fast word spread in Hogwarts. The place was a damn rumor mill! She made a start to approach Ermstead and threaten to bust that nose of hers if she opened her damn trap when she felt a hand on her arm.
"What is it now, Potter? Let go of me."
"Let them go."
"To add more conquests to your little list? Don't think so. I ain't gonna be black book material. Or any rumor material, for that matter."
"No one would believe her, no one ever does," he reassured, caressing her cheek and speaking to her softly.
"Get. off!" she growled pushing him away, turning to face him. "I ain't some toy/bimbo you can play with! Go screw some other chick, just don't touch me. Ever."
Her voice was low and menacing, her eyes cold and hard. Yet her appearance belied the insurgent gush of fear she felt.
"Lily-"
He took a step towards her, attempting to assuage her anger but his effort was wasted. She shoved him, hard, onto the floor at breakneck speed, snarling at him. "Are you deaf? I said fuck off!"
Then, she turned on her heel and entered the compartment from which James had extracted her from, furiously slamming the door behind her.
"Bloody hell," he mumbled, getting to his feet, rubbing his sore back.
All he had wanted was one kiss to get her off his thoughts so he could just move on. He couldn't let go of that moment in that ride where he had almost kissed her. He needed some sort of closure so he could start dating some other girl, Katherine O'Hara to be precise.
But no matter how willing she was, he just couldn't take his mind off Lily Evans.
And that kiss did nothing to assuage his hopes of his attraction to the Slayer be one of pure animal lust.
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A/N: Pretty short but I don't care. And I think not that much of you guys really liked the other chapter. It must've been the dream or something. Look, they're not OCs. They're the gang's past lives. Lil' is Marie, Remy is Romulus, James is the prince she's gonna marry and Siri's his cousin. I'll be adding Cassie and Sam there too, but only later. The four of them are basically the main chars. But it don't mean I'm gonna stop writing about their present lives.
Plus, I've been itching to make Sam and Remy's love story complicated and I've finally thought of an idea!!! Too bad I'll have to put up a few more chap's before I can get it out. DAMMIT!
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Disclaimer: I didn't get sued or anything but my brother told me I was stupid for not doing so, so here it is. Not mine unless I was J.K.'s illegitimate daughter or anything and she took pity on me and gave me rights to own her HP series.
Author's Note: Mech, you may not wanna read this. You're probably gonna read this if I told you not to and if I found out that you did, I'll kill you!!! Especially if you tease me about this!!! I'll tell the entire world that you read penny-novels if you do!!! Don't judge me, I read them to and plus all those people pestering me to place some fluff in this fic (Mech, I'm talkin' 'bout you, especially), well, you got it. Don't flame, laugh if you want but don't tease me about it!!!
Chapter Eighteen
She casually leaned on the door, folding her arms over her chest and regarding him with an indifferent and uninterested glance. She was bored; he could sense that much in her sight yet her body said otherwise. She was tense, evident in the way her arms were too tightly crossed, almost defensively and the look she endowed him with was not one of casual unconcern but forced coolness, almost a glare.
"Look, James," she emphasized his name testily, her impatience and lack of comfort evident in the manner in which she raised her brow, glaring at him. "If ya got nuttin' ta say then you better get outta my way, y'know. I look and feel like shit since what sleep I was s'posed to get kinda turned into this weird narrative nightmare."
Her verbal ability had astounded him at first. The way she spoke in extensive sentences which he was quite certain that none would understand or call the dictum she used words was absolutely endearing.
"Potter," she narrowed her eyes threateningly. "You better move it or do you want me to do it for ya?"
He looked at her and nearly grinned. He knew from personal experience that her wide and innocent eyes, heartbreaking smile and petite figure hid the powerful and mythical being that existed within. He had concluded that though he had to be cautious when in her presence, he would not allow himself to be dissuaded by her brash attitude.
"Potter!" she snapped, eyes flashing venom.
Her temper was another matter to consider. It was hard for him to even imagine her being brought up by the timid and old- fashioned Watcher he had met. Maybe that trait could be attributed to her red hair. She could have passed off as Irish, fisher folk's tales usually warned men never to be besotted by a woman with fire-hair. Their tempers threatened to drive men to drown themselves in the sea.
They were dangerous. Ironic that this redhead happened to be a Vampire Slayer.
She laid a hand on his chest and made a move to push him.
He shocked her by grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him.
She nearly gasped but instead a low menacing growl escaped from her throat. She sometimes thought that being a Slayer entailed possessing the abilities of a cat or a lion. Maybe it was just in her opinion or it could have just been her belligerent nature. She nearly snorted, mentally picturing the scene in which she was a participant.
She couldn't see anything but those soft chocolate eyes but what had come to mind were those of cheesy movies and romance novels. As a spectator, it might have brought giggles but as a partaker, the laughter died in her throat.
He was serious, even the most insipid of people could see that. She concluded that he was either going to confide in her a grave secret, engage her in a discussion of the most important of matters, the end of the world, maybe or, unluckily, kiss her.
He stared at her, probing, the twinkle that usually resided in his eyes hardening, his eyes darkening as if he were concentrating. He pensively studied her countenance, her crimson hair unlike any he had seen before, her riveting emerald eyes, her alabaster white skin and then his gaze rested on her petal- pink lips.
She quelled the urge to gulp and stared at him defiantly. She wanted to run, flee and stay as far away from him as possible, yet the warrior in her would hear none of her pleas. Instead of turning away, her pride kept her feet firmly planted on the carpeted floor, staring obstinately at James Potter.
He eased her hand back to her side and she glared.
Anger.
That was the only word that could possibly describe the emotion burning at the pit of her stomach. But she knew deep down that it couldn't've been hostility. It was fear, the most dreaded of all emotions.
'Stop it, Evans. He ain't gonna do nuthin' that you don't want him to do. Break his nose and kick his ass. Right now!'
She stared at him grimly, impatient with him and uncomfortable under his patronizing gaze. The way they seemed to linger on her lips and her eyes.
'Now, Evans!!!!'
She made a move to shove him off of her but his hands had somehow found their way to her hips and with an astonishing amount of strength pushed her back to the wall.
"I'm not done yet," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I. don't. care." She emphasized each word, hoping he was just slow in the head, mentally challenged, and that her threatening implications would finally get to him.
But he didn't stop staring at her, if possible, his gaze became even more intense, penetrating and probing.
'God, he's invading your privacy, woman!!! Bust his fucking head open!!!'
But she couldn't.
Later, her, their, actions might have been attributed to raging hormones or her unbending will and either way, she would still have to blame herself. Being a Slayer meant fearing fear, as stupid as it may sound and rejecting her own cowardice.
And instead of using the intelligence that she had instinctively acquired, she did the most unsensible and only Slayer-ly thing she could have done. She stayed in place, allowing him to pin her to the wall, a glint of defiance and foreboding in her eyes.
"I could sue for sexual harassment, you know, Potter?"
Banter, ugh!, of all the inane things she could have come up with and of all the numerous actions she could have performed, she chose the most girly action in the world, she engaged him in playful flirtatious banter.
Screw the world!!! Fuck Potter if he thought he would get away with this!!!
"Well, Slayer, why don't you use that strength of yours to push me away, then?" he taunted, a hand moving from her hip to her hair, playing with a strand that fell in her face.
"I swear, Potter, if you don't cut that out, I will."
But before she could carry out her threat, his hand ceased its playful teasing and found its way to the back of her neck and he stared her down. Defiantly, she glared back and her breath silently caught at the back of her throat at the sight of the determination in his clouded over eyes.
He wasn't drunk, that much she could conclude.
Why he was about to do what he was going to do, she didn't know.
His head bent down, their foreheads nearly touching and she instinctively looked up, cursing herself for doing so for at that very moment, his lips met hers.
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"And they almost kissed, if I hadn't fallen. So, was my plan brilliant?"
Sirius grinned at Remus expectantly as he observed his friend frown contemplatively at his words. "I'm expecting lavish praises right about now that's similar to 'Sirius! You're a bloody genius!"' and the like."
Remus cuffed him at the back of his head.
"Ow!" he groaned as he rubbed his neck. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
"For your bleedin' stupidity, that's what!"
"What stupid thing did I do now, oh all knowledgeable Remus?" he said, sarcastically.
"You know what that'll do to our little Jamesie, Padfoot?"
"No, Mr. Remus I-hold-all-the-smarts-in-the-world-and-love-to- brag-about-it-to-us-simple-minded-creatures Lupin. Why don't you enlighten one of your humble subjects?"
"If you had just thought about it, you would understand the casualties of the situation, Padfoot."
"But I always, um., er., do that action where the saying says is bad about cooking and jumping or something. Wait, oh, I have it, burning your food before you jump! No, Moony, I don't know."
"Look before you leap."
"Eh?"
"That's what you do. Never looking before you leap into situations."
"Right, right," he waved away Remus' advice. "What did I do now?"
"You do know about how James treats girls, now do you?"
He nodded.
"And about how he can't end something he hasn't finished?"
Another nod.
"What do you think he and Lily are doing out there if he had his way?"
Sirius nodded, then stopped, his eyes wide open.
"Bloody hell."
It was Remus' turn to nod.
Sirius scrambled for the door, intending to have some material for blackmail when he felt Remus' iron grip at the back of his robes. "Leggo!"
"I know what's running through that twisted mind of yours and I'll have you know that at least one of us in this compartment is sane. I won't allow you to see anything of the sort."
"Aw, pweese, Remy!" He gave Remus his best pleading look but Remus' decision would not waver. "I'll let you see too!!! Or if you're too honorable about it, I'll tell you!!! And I won't even tell them that I told you except when they find out that I know and make me tell them that I told you but if they won't make me tell them that I told you then I won't tell them that I told you!"
He remained unfazed. "Sirius, I think it would be best if you stay here. I don't want to have to carry you all the way to the Infirmary and have to hear you mourn about the scars and wounds you would happen to receive when you enter the war zone out there."
"I don't hear any noise."
"Better safe than dead."
"True, too true."
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He smelled like mint. And after-shave. His lips were soft, warm and strong. There was a manly musky scent to him, something she'd never really noticed before. His hand had eased its vice- like grip on her neck and he buried it in her hair. His other hand was tenderly caressing her waist.
His kiss was heart-meltingly soft and drugging. His tongue was powerful and demanding. Her hands grasped at the collar of his jacket and she felt her knees go weak. She nearly stopped the kiss, groaning at the cliché that she was feeling.
She hated it. She hated feeling weak, yet, his kiss was tender and alluring, but he was the one in control, not her but him.
She wanted to pull back, but she figured revenge would be better and much more sweeter, not as sweet as his kisses, but just as fulfilling.maybe.
She could go without air longer than most humans, and if she did this right, she might have him die from lack of air. Well, not exactly die, just have him pass out, that would embarrass the asshole.
That is, if he hadn't the experience he had. He'd probably kissed a million girls before her and could have learned to control his need for oxygen.
She hated him, he was too perfect. Damn him if he thought he could over power her. So, she kissed him back with as much force as she could. She warred with him.
Her hands buried themselves in his messy hair which turned out to be surprisingly soft and she pushed herself off of the hard wood and changed their positions, slamming him into the opposite wall.
She figured that she was enjoying this too much, she could feel his in the enthusiastic way he responded to her taking control of the situation.
"Oh my God!"
She quickly yet reluctantly broke their kiss and whirled around to face their spectators.
Ermstead and her little posse.
"Fuck."
She didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know how fast word spread in Hogwarts. The place was a damn rumor mill! She made a start to approach Ermstead and threaten to bust that nose of hers if she opened her damn trap when she felt a hand on her arm.
"What is it now, Potter? Let go of me."
"Let them go."
"To add more conquests to your little list? Don't think so. I ain't gonna be black book material. Or any rumor material, for that matter."
"No one would believe her, no one ever does," he reassured, caressing her cheek and speaking to her softly.
"Get. off!" she growled pushing him away, turning to face him. "I ain't some toy/bimbo you can play with! Go screw some other chick, just don't touch me. Ever."
Her voice was low and menacing, her eyes cold and hard. Yet her appearance belied the insurgent gush of fear she felt.
"Lily-"
He took a step towards her, attempting to assuage her anger but his effort was wasted. She shoved him, hard, onto the floor at breakneck speed, snarling at him. "Are you deaf? I said fuck off!"
Then, she turned on her heel and entered the compartment from which James had extracted her from, furiously slamming the door behind her.
"Bloody hell," he mumbled, getting to his feet, rubbing his sore back.
All he had wanted was one kiss to get her off his thoughts so he could just move on. He couldn't let go of that moment in that ride where he had almost kissed her. He needed some sort of closure so he could start dating some other girl, Katherine O'Hara to be precise.
But no matter how willing she was, he just couldn't take his mind off Lily Evans.
And that kiss did nothing to assuage his hopes of his attraction to the Slayer be one of pure animal lust.
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A/N: Pretty short but I don't care. And I think not that much of you guys really liked the other chapter. It must've been the dream or something. Look, they're not OCs. They're the gang's past lives. Lil' is Marie, Remy is Romulus, James is the prince she's gonna marry and Siri's his cousin. I'll be adding Cassie and Sam there too, but only later. The four of them are basically the main chars. But it don't mean I'm gonna stop writing about their present lives.
Plus, I've been itching to make Sam and Remy's love story complicated and I've finally thought of an idea!!! Too bad I'll have to put up a few more chap's before I can get it out. DAMMIT!
Please REVIEW!!! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW