Disclaimer: Oh yes, of course they're mine. Just as the sun is made of ice
and money grows on trees. Miss Rowling? If you wish to sue please find
someone else, I can't even afford a lawyer let alone a settlement.
Warnings: Violence, death and stalking! Not too graphic though.
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Fifteen. I See You
Draco opened his eyes and breathed out slowly. It was completely dark in his room, aside from a few stars he could see through the window, and he judged it to be about three in the morning.
His skin was still tingling from his dream. Of warm blood, and tears mixed in there as well. Something about death, and Harry had been whispering at him, but he couldn't remember the words. Hermione had slapped him for something, and not the kind of slap a thirteen year old would give, but the kind where it feels like your face has exploded and your neck cracks because your head turns so much from the impact. She had been angry, but he didn't know why in his dream.
And something else. Something about the shadows whispering to him, that he had to go somewhere, do something, but he couldn't remember that very well either. He just knew it had been important. The shadows had whispered that he had to go down. Go down to somewhere. He had been walking along in them, and they had whispered that he had to go down. That he had to go for the blood. Go down for the blood.
Draco shivered, even though it was a fairly warm night. He sat up and located his trousers, pulling them on quickly.
Harry shifted next to him. "You going, Ko?" He murmured sleepily.
"Yeah, just go back to sleep. I'll make you breakfast when I get back." Draco kissed him on the forehead and grabbed a clean shirt out of the wardrobe before heading out quietly. Harry was asleep again before he even left the room.
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Mortel watched him quietly.
Draco was very beautiful and Mortel would think it to be a shame to disturb such a peaceful moment like this. The blonde was sitting in his hideaway, watching the clouds pass in front of the stars.
Mortel was sitting a little way down, watching the blonde.
He knew it was dangerous to be this close, but he had just missed the man so much, he knew he had to be near him, if only for a few moments.
Things were going well. He smiled as he thought about all those people running around in a frenzy, trying to find him. Trying to stop him. He was offended at that, wondering why they didn't know he was invincible. He reasoned that he must be, after all. They hadn't got him yet.
And it certainly didn't look like they were going to.
Mortel still wasn't happy with how things had first turned out with Draco and Harry. But he was going to make up for it. This time it wouldn't go wrong. This time everything would be just fine. He knew where he had made the mistakes the last time and he wasn't going to do it again.
This time it was going to be perfection.
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Draco stood up and brushed himself off before he searched for his portkey. His thinking session hadn't helped much in the way of dealing with the dream he'd had. It had been the first since Harry had moved back in and had been much stronger than any of the others.
He understood what it was basically. Mortel deciding he wanted to kill one night. But he wasn't sure why the shadows had whispered to him. At first he thought maybe that was how Mortel operated. By listening to the voices when they told him to kill. By going where they said the target would be.
He couldn't explain it, but that just hadn't seemed right. As if somewhere deep in his mind, he knew more than it was letting on right now. Which was entirely possible, though Dumbledore still had no news as to what to expect post-possession.
And Hermione being angry at him had probably been when they all thought he had hurt Ron. That made sense. He just wished he could understand the shadows. And that he could remember what Harry had whispered to him.
But he hadn't been able to think properly at all that night. He could help but think that something was wrong. He looked over his shoulder and tried to see through the shadows. Everything looked normal.
Something felt very wrong.
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Mortel quietly followed at a safe distance not wanting to alert Draco's suspicions. He just didn't understand why people kept trying to keep them apart. Especially Harry.
Harry had made Mortel give up Draco, but not forever. Mortel could get him back, he had everything worked out. He knew that Draco would walk around the park before going home, so he had time to finish off his latest piece of work. This one was going to be spectacular.
He left Draco sitting on the park bench next to the lake and went to his own secret place. He could hear their soft cries before he'd even gone into the building. He opened the door and smiled in at them, though he knew they didn't know he had left, let alone returned.
Two small boys, about 12, one blonde and one with black hair, huddled together against the wall. He went over and touched the blonde, making him clutch his friend and sob harder. Mortel thought it strange how people panicked more when they couldn't see or hear, but he loved to listen to the sounds they made.
He picked them both up and slowly took them to the park he had left Draco in, but to a completely different part, not wanting to be interrupted. He placed them on the ground and slowly took their shirts off, humming as he did it. Taking pity on them, he restored their sight and hearing, but took their voices, figuring it would help calm them so they wouldn't ruin what he had planned.
"You have to be still, for me, okay?" He smiled and they cringed. "The two of you have been best friends forever. Always together, throwing everyone else aside and ignoring them." The smile left his face. "Well, now you get to die together. Together forever. Isn't that what you wanted?"
He flicked the wand and they were pinned to the ground by their hands, their faces contorting with their pain. He brought the knife out of his bag and looked at it carefully, making sure it was perfectly clean. He brought it down to the blonde's chest and painstakingly made the first few incisions.
He made sure that the twist and turns the boy created didn't ruin his work and soon he moved on to the boy with black hair. The same attentive care was applied for the markings on his chest too and in a little while everything was perfect.
He sat back and smiled. The boys were breathing heavily now, trying to squirm away, but the large, thick nails through their palms kept them from getting anywhere. Mortel always made sure of that with a few well placed charms.
The blonde haired boy had the word 'Forever' written across his chest, but the spilling blood did have a tendency to pull the words out of shape, making them look odd. The black haired boy had the word 'Never' written across his. They both had the number 4 sliced into their stomachs below their respective words.
Mortel raised the knife to the black haired boy's neck and dug it in, which caused more struggling. A different smile, hard, cold and destructive crossed his face as he dragged the knife across the smooth skin. The blonde started to cry as blood ebbed from his friend's throat. The boy with black hair tried to raise his hands to clutch at his throat but eventually the green eyes flickered shut. His struggling stopped.
Mortel turned his attention to the blonde who wasn't even trying to get away, just lying there, silent tears rolling down the sides of his face and into his ears. He didn't even twitch when the knife was pressed into his own, soft, pale skin. The tears came faster as the cut extended across his throat.
His hands finally tried to move and his chest moved up and down erratically but as the blood poured out, the flow got slower and the frantic movements stopped. Mortel closed the pale blue eyes with his fingers, as the blonde's last breath left his body.
Mortel smiled and dipped his fingers into the blonde's blood, bringing it to his lips and licking it off slowly. He got to his feet slowly and packed all his things away. "Forever for never." He whispered to the still bodies. "Never for forever." He thought the words to be rather cute. Very fitting.
He turned away and started walking to the lake, wanting to find Draco again. "Never for forever. Draco was mine, and I'll get him back."
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Draco sighed and stood up. Even the lake wasn't helping him think. He didn't know what was wrong but he knew he had to figure it out soon. He was sure it wasn't Harry and the speedy way the other man had reinstated himself in Draco's life. The blonde actually liked that. They didn't say anything, it had just happened and he wasn't complaining.
He walked back to his building and hopped into the elevator. As the doors closed he finally felt as if everything was okay. The nagging feeling had subdued slightly while he was at the park, but not all of it was gone. Then it had returned in full force while he was sitting, just staring at the lake, so he had decided home was the best course of action.
The elevator opened on his floor and he walked to his door. The feeling came back as he got his keys out and he looked down the hall to his left. He tried to see into the shadows. He took a deep breath, deciding that he was going nuts from a stupid dream. A hand fell on his shoulder and he nearly screamed.
Instead of a scream he let out a hiss, drew his wand and turned his head to his right, where Morgan jumped back and looked embarrassed. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Um, I need to speak with Harry. Right now. In fact it'll be better if he gets up altogether."
He didn't want to know so Draco just nodded and opened his door, walking into the kitchen as Morgan rushed to the bedroom to get Harry up. He quietly made up a ham and cheese sandwich, cutting it in half and wrapping one part.
A frantic Morgan and fully dressed Harry made their way back out and Draco handed Harry the wrapped half of the sandwich, shoving the other half into Harry's mouth. The man uttered a muffled 'Thanks' and rushed out the door as Draco started a sandwich for himself.
To Be Continued.
Warnings: Violence, death and stalking! Not too graphic though.
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Fifteen. I See You
Draco opened his eyes and breathed out slowly. It was completely dark in his room, aside from a few stars he could see through the window, and he judged it to be about three in the morning.
His skin was still tingling from his dream. Of warm blood, and tears mixed in there as well. Something about death, and Harry had been whispering at him, but he couldn't remember the words. Hermione had slapped him for something, and not the kind of slap a thirteen year old would give, but the kind where it feels like your face has exploded and your neck cracks because your head turns so much from the impact. She had been angry, but he didn't know why in his dream.
And something else. Something about the shadows whispering to him, that he had to go somewhere, do something, but he couldn't remember that very well either. He just knew it had been important. The shadows had whispered that he had to go down. Go down to somewhere. He had been walking along in them, and they had whispered that he had to go down. That he had to go for the blood. Go down for the blood.
Draco shivered, even though it was a fairly warm night. He sat up and located his trousers, pulling them on quickly.
Harry shifted next to him. "You going, Ko?" He murmured sleepily.
"Yeah, just go back to sleep. I'll make you breakfast when I get back." Draco kissed him on the forehead and grabbed a clean shirt out of the wardrobe before heading out quietly. Harry was asleep again before he even left the room.
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Mortel watched him quietly.
Draco was very beautiful and Mortel would think it to be a shame to disturb such a peaceful moment like this. The blonde was sitting in his hideaway, watching the clouds pass in front of the stars.
Mortel was sitting a little way down, watching the blonde.
He knew it was dangerous to be this close, but he had just missed the man so much, he knew he had to be near him, if only for a few moments.
Things were going well. He smiled as he thought about all those people running around in a frenzy, trying to find him. Trying to stop him. He was offended at that, wondering why they didn't know he was invincible. He reasoned that he must be, after all. They hadn't got him yet.
And it certainly didn't look like they were going to.
Mortel still wasn't happy with how things had first turned out with Draco and Harry. But he was going to make up for it. This time it wouldn't go wrong. This time everything would be just fine. He knew where he had made the mistakes the last time and he wasn't going to do it again.
This time it was going to be perfection.
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Draco stood up and brushed himself off before he searched for his portkey. His thinking session hadn't helped much in the way of dealing with the dream he'd had. It had been the first since Harry had moved back in and had been much stronger than any of the others.
He understood what it was basically. Mortel deciding he wanted to kill one night. But he wasn't sure why the shadows had whispered to him. At first he thought maybe that was how Mortel operated. By listening to the voices when they told him to kill. By going where they said the target would be.
He couldn't explain it, but that just hadn't seemed right. As if somewhere deep in his mind, he knew more than it was letting on right now. Which was entirely possible, though Dumbledore still had no news as to what to expect post-possession.
And Hermione being angry at him had probably been when they all thought he had hurt Ron. That made sense. He just wished he could understand the shadows. And that he could remember what Harry had whispered to him.
But he hadn't been able to think properly at all that night. He could help but think that something was wrong. He looked over his shoulder and tried to see through the shadows. Everything looked normal.
Something felt very wrong.
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Mortel quietly followed at a safe distance not wanting to alert Draco's suspicions. He just didn't understand why people kept trying to keep them apart. Especially Harry.
Harry had made Mortel give up Draco, but not forever. Mortel could get him back, he had everything worked out. He knew that Draco would walk around the park before going home, so he had time to finish off his latest piece of work. This one was going to be spectacular.
He left Draco sitting on the park bench next to the lake and went to his own secret place. He could hear their soft cries before he'd even gone into the building. He opened the door and smiled in at them, though he knew they didn't know he had left, let alone returned.
Two small boys, about 12, one blonde and one with black hair, huddled together against the wall. He went over and touched the blonde, making him clutch his friend and sob harder. Mortel thought it strange how people panicked more when they couldn't see or hear, but he loved to listen to the sounds they made.
He picked them both up and slowly took them to the park he had left Draco in, but to a completely different part, not wanting to be interrupted. He placed them on the ground and slowly took their shirts off, humming as he did it. Taking pity on them, he restored their sight and hearing, but took their voices, figuring it would help calm them so they wouldn't ruin what he had planned.
"You have to be still, for me, okay?" He smiled and they cringed. "The two of you have been best friends forever. Always together, throwing everyone else aside and ignoring them." The smile left his face. "Well, now you get to die together. Together forever. Isn't that what you wanted?"
He flicked the wand and they were pinned to the ground by their hands, their faces contorting with their pain. He brought the knife out of his bag and looked at it carefully, making sure it was perfectly clean. He brought it down to the blonde's chest and painstakingly made the first few incisions.
He made sure that the twist and turns the boy created didn't ruin his work and soon he moved on to the boy with black hair. The same attentive care was applied for the markings on his chest too and in a little while everything was perfect.
He sat back and smiled. The boys were breathing heavily now, trying to squirm away, but the large, thick nails through their palms kept them from getting anywhere. Mortel always made sure of that with a few well placed charms.
The blonde haired boy had the word 'Forever' written across his chest, but the spilling blood did have a tendency to pull the words out of shape, making them look odd. The black haired boy had the word 'Never' written across his. They both had the number 4 sliced into their stomachs below their respective words.
Mortel raised the knife to the black haired boy's neck and dug it in, which caused more struggling. A different smile, hard, cold and destructive crossed his face as he dragged the knife across the smooth skin. The blonde started to cry as blood ebbed from his friend's throat. The boy with black hair tried to raise his hands to clutch at his throat but eventually the green eyes flickered shut. His struggling stopped.
Mortel turned his attention to the blonde who wasn't even trying to get away, just lying there, silent tears rolling down the sides of his face and into his ears. He didn't even twitch when the knife was pressed into his own, soft, pale skin. The tears came faster as the cut extended across his throat.
His hands finally tried to move and his chest moved up and down erratically but as the blood poured out, the flow got slower and the frantic movements stopped. Mortel closed the pale blue eyes with his fingers, as the blonde's last breath left his body.
Mortel smiled and dipped his fingers into the blonde's blood, bringing it to his lips and licking it off slowly. He got to his feet slowly and packed all his things away. "Forever for never." He whispered to the still bodies. "Never for forever." He thought the words to be rather cute. Very fitting.
He turned away and started walking to the lake, wanting to find Draco again. "Never for forever. Draco was mine, and I'll get him back."
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Draco sighed and stood up. Even the lake wasn't helping him think. He didn't know what was wrong but he knew he had to figure it out soon. He was sure it wasn't Harry and the speedy way the other man had reinstated himself in Draco's life. The blonde actually liked that. They didn't say anything, it had just happened and he wasn't complaining.
He walked back to his building and hopped into the elevator. As the doors closed he finally felt as if everything was okay. The nagging feeling had subdued slightly while he was at the park, but not all of it was gone. Then it had returned in full force while he was sitting, just staring at the lake, so he had decided home was the best course of action.
The elevator opened on his floor and he walked to his door. The feeling came back as he got his keys out and he looked down the hall to his left. He tried to see into the shadows. He took a deep breath, deciding that he was going nuts from a stupid dream. A hand fell on his shoulder and he nearly screamed.
Instead of a scream he let out a hiss, drew his wand and turned his head to his right, where Morgan jumped back and looked embarrassed. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Um, I need to speak with Harry. Right now. In fact it'll be better if he gets up altogether."
He didn't want to know so Draco just nodded and opened his door, walking into the kitchen as Morgan rushed to the bedroom to get Harry up. He quietly made up a ham and cheese sandwich, cutting it in half and wrapping one part.
A frantic Morgan and fully dressed Harry made their way back out and Draco handed Harry the wrapped half of the sandwich, shoving the other half into Harry's mouth. The man uttered a muffled 'Thanks' and rushed out the door as Draco started a sandwich for himself.
To Be Continued.