A Change
She came in closer. Her hand lightly touched his neck. It pleasured him and seemed to sink right into the skin and settle there. A soothing sensation spread through his body, as if it was flowing through his veins. His eyes, still shut on command, were teasing him and wanted to open - even just a peak.
And as if she knew his intensions, a cold hand gently touched his face - A warning. "No. Not yet." Her hand slid down his cheek and to his bottom lip. Her pinky landed on it and pulled down to open it slightly. She whispered into the small gap in his mouth, "don't you like to be surprised?" Her voice seemed to glide like black silk.
With her finger still resting on his lip he replied, "of course." This was a lie. He did not like to be surprised. He liked to know everything that was going on. He liked to be in control. He could make an exception with her though. He was to be easily surprised by this black beauty of a woman. A woman he had not known long. A woman with a reputation.
He had tried to ignore the rumours. They were said by jealous men. Men who would never have a chance with her. They would kill to be in his position right now. Kill. Just as he said that word in his head, he felt her lips land on his: as she started to kiss him. He returned the kiss and the two grew more passionate. His heartbeat started to grow faster and faster every second. While his hands rested on her hips she broke the kiss.
"You can open your eyes now."
And he did. His vision was slightly blurred, as his eyes had been closed for a while now. After a few seconds he could see vividly. She had led him into a small dark room. There were no windows that he could see of and only a few items of furniture - one bed, one oak desk with a lamp on it, one small chair and one chest of drawers. He then noticed the woman was no longer in front of her; she had disappeared. He turned his head to find her standing just behind him. Her long black hair seemed to glow as the only light in the room, the lamp, bounced off it. She was a vision, like no other he had seen. There was so much more to her. A seductive smile appeared on her face as she slowly walked towards him.
"Don't worry about your Father", she assured him, "he still thinks you're upstairs with the other guests. He didn't see us leave."
Silence.
"Where are we?" He tried not to act too puzzled. One moment ago, though it seemed like a century had passed, he was in a large room full of people. What was a room like this doing in a mansion anyway?
She did not take long to reply. "Just a spare room. I sometimes stay in here. Mother and Father like to have their little gatherings too frequent for my liking."
He nodded, as if he understood what it was like. He was not used to this world of great parties and important people. He did not enjoy it, though no one knew that. All it was to him was some excuse to drink and mingle with other former d -
He stopped dead thought. She was right in front of him again. He had never noticed until now how tall she was. Only a few inches more than him, but then he was tall. Tall for his age anyway, whatever the average height for a sixteen-year-old was. Her green eyes were looking right at him. It was as though she was planning something, what it was he could not tell.
Her tongue ran along her bottom lip, as if daring him to come closer.
He dared.
As he took his first step, her finger touched his cheek. Her long painted nail scraped along until a little blood ran. It was not too deep and she licked along it - catching small droplets of blood trickling down his face. His eyes widened. Everything she did was so seductive. Though his cheek stung he took great pleasure in it. He had never felt a pleasure like this before. It was so different. So unique. She kissed him lightly on his lips and then moved to his neck.
Then something happened. Something he couldn't explain. Lost in his train of thoughts he didn't notice her. She had bit through the skin. Slowly at first she sucked on it. He felt her pierce his skin and draw out blood. A little at a time. It was though she was saving it and wanting the moment to last. He fell to floor, as if in slow motion, and lay there.
He didn't understand what was happening. He didn't want to. All he knew was this feeling - A feeling beyond passion. It was the most intimate thing he had ever experienced. He shivered and closed his eyes. A warm feeling entered his body. This was all too new to him. He felt her moving off her neck and gently opened his eyes. She was standing just above him and placed her finger to his mouth - as she had done before.
"Do not speak. Just relax. You know what I am, why I wanted you. Now drink."
She slit her wrist with one of her perfectly shaped nails. Sharp. Blood spilt out from it and she placed it to his mouth.
"Drink", she repeated, "drink and live forever. Do not be afraid, it is only your body that dies."
This all felt so natural to him. As small drops of blood landed on his tongue, he felt like he was on fire. He tasted her and started to feed off her. She was so warm, oddly warm. He drank faster and faster. Grabbing a hold of her wrist with his weak arms. He couldn't help himself; he wanted more. He was loosing himself.
"That is enough; all that is needed. Stop." She pulled her wrist from him and watched, as he lay there motionless.
Beat. Beat. Beat.
'What is this?'
Beat. Beat... Beat.
'What ever it was, it was slowing down.'
Beat..Beat.
'My heartbeat.my heart is stopping.'
Beat.. Stop.
And then with a start Ronald Weasley opened his eyes.
She came in closer. Her hand lightly touched his neck. It pleasured him and seemed to sink right into the skin and settle there. A soothing sensation spread through his body, as if it was flowing through his veins. His eyes, still shut on command, were teasing him and wanted to open - even just a peak.
And as if she knew his intensions, a cold hand gently touched his face - A warning. "No. Not yet." Her hand slid down his cheek and to his bottom lip. Her pinky landed on it and pulled down to open it slightly. She whispered into the small gap in his mouth, "don't you like to be surprised?" Her voice seemed to glide like black silk.
With her finger still resting on his lip he replied, "of course." This was a lie. He did not like to be surprised. He liked to know everything that was going on. He liked to be in control. He could make an exception with her though. He was to be easily surprised by this black beauty of a woman. A woman he had not known long. A woman with a reputation.
He had tried to ignore the rumours. They were said by jealous men. Men who would never have a chance with her. They would kill to be in his position right now. Kill. Just as he said that word in his head, he felt her lips land on his: as she started to kiss him. He returned the kiss and the two grew more passionate. His heartbeat started to grow faster and faster every second. While his hands rested on her hips she broke the kiss.
"You can open your eyes now."
And he did. His vision was slightly blurred, as his eyes had been closed for a while now. After a few seconds he could see vividly. She had led him into a small dark room. There were no windows that he could see of and only a few items of furniture - one bed, one oak desk with a lamp on it, one small chair and one chest of drawers. He then noticed the woman was no longer in front of her; she had disappeared. He turned his head to find her standing just behind him. Her long black hair seemed to glow as the only light in the room, the lamp, bounced off it. She was a vision, like no other he had seen. There was so much more to her. A seductive smile appeared on her face as she slowly walked towards him.
"Don't worry about your Father", she assured him, "he still thinks you're upstairs with the other guests. He didn't see us leave."
Silence.
"Where are we?" He tried not to act too puzzled. One moment ago, though it seemed like a century had passed, he was in a large room full of people. What was a room like this doing in a mansion anyway?
She did not take long to reply. "Just a spare room. I sometimes stay in here. Mother and Father like to have their little gatherings too frequent for my liking."
He nodded, as if he understood what it was like. He was not used to this world of great parties and important people. He did not enjoy it, though no one knew that. All it was to him was some excuse to drink and mingle with other former d -
He stopped dead thought. She was right in front of him again. He had never noticed until now how tall she was. Only a few inches more than him, but then he was tall. Tall for his age anyway, whatever the average height for a sixteen-year-old was. Her green eyes were looking right at him. It was as though she was planning something, what it was he could not tell.
Her tongue ran along her bottom lip, as if daring him to come closer.
He dared.
As he took his first step, her finger touched his cheek. Her long painted nail scraped along until a little blood ran. It was not too deep and she licked along it - catching small droplets of blood trickling down his face. His eyes widened. Everything she did was so seductive. Though his cheek stung he took great pleasure in it. He had never felt a pleasure like this before. It was so different. So unique. She kissed him lightly on his lips and then moved to his neck.
Then something happened. Something he couldn't explain. Lost in his train of thoughts he didn't notice her. She had bit through the skin. Slowly at first she sucked on it. He felt her pierce his skin and draw out blood. A little at a time. It was though she was saving it and wanting the moment to last. He fell to floor, as if in slow motion, and lay there.
He didn't understand what was happening. He didn't want to. All he knew was this feeling - A feeling beyond passion. It was the most intimate thing he had ever experienced. He shivered and closed his eyes. A warm feeling entered his body. This was all too new to him. He felt her moving off her neck and gently opened his eyes. She was standing just above him and placed her finger to his mouth - as she had done before.
"Do not speak. Just relax. You know what I am, why I wanted you. Now drink."
She slit her wrist with one of her perfectly shaped nails. Sharp. Blood spilt out from it and she placed it to his mouth.
"Drink", she repeated, "drink and live forever. Do not be afraid, it is only your body that dies."
This all felt so natural to him. As small drops of blood landed on his tongue, he felt like he was on fire. He tasted her and started to feed off her. She was so warm, oddly warm. He drank faster and faster. Grabbing a hold of her wrist with his weak arms. He couldn't help himself; he wanted more. He was loosing himself.
"That is enough; all that is needed. Stop." She pulled her wrist from him and watched, as he lay there motionless.
Beat. Beat. Beat.
'What is this?'
Beat. Beat... Beat.
'What ever it was, it was slowing down.'
Beat..Beat.
'My heartbeat.my heart is stopping.'
Beat.. Stop.
And then with a start Ronald Weasley opened his eyes.