Title: Scelto Per Qualcosa
Author: Innocence
Disclaimer: I don't own, you don't sue. (Faruiza is mine!)
Author Notes: Epilogue. *****WARNING***** Major plot twist!! Don't read if you can't handle it!
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Lightening flashed right outside her window, but the young woman curled up on her couch was far too absorbed in her thoughts and memories to care or even notice.
Her hair was pulled back, but it was too unruly to stay in its bonds. She pulled the fuzzy fleece blanket farther up on her shoulders and snuggled into her pillows. It had been three years, three torturous years since Draco had left. Three years since she and Blaise Zabini had witnessed him awaken into a full-fledge vampire and murder his own father. He had disappeared with his Sire, Faruiza, after pledging his return to her. To her.
She had sobbed on Blaise's shoulder for hours afterwards before she had finally dragged herself back to Gryffindor tower, where she sobbed some more.
She had graduated top of her Hogwarts class and became an Untouchable.
Blaise Zabini had disappeared into the four winds, and no one had heard from him since. He hadn't even been sighted since graduation.
A tactical team had been constructed to find and terminate the vampire Draco despite the deference's of Narcissa Malfoy and Hermione herself. The team was led by Ron Weasley. That had been the last time she spoke to him.
Hermione had never kissed another man, she saved herself completely for Draco. Why? Because he had vowed to come back.
A knock sounded lightly on her door. Hermione sighed and pushed her blanket down. The knock sounded again, and she pulled the door open. Her breath caught in her throat and tears sprung to her eyes.
Draco stood outside her apartment in tight, faded jeans and a silver silk button up shirt, both clinging wetly to his chiseled body. The pale blonde strands of his hair were dripping with rain water as was the chain-link choker around his throat. Not a day over seventeen. He was a vision, the type of vision you want to be greeted with when you reach the afterlife.
"Oh god, Draco," She finally breathed, and he grinned.
"I told you I'd come back,"
"I knew you would, it's been three years and-" She stopped as a figure moved in the darkness behind him.
Her breath caught again. Blaise Zabini moved forward from the shadows and draped his arm around Draco's waist. He was in skintight leather pants, and a black t-shirt conformed completely to his fit chest and abs. His dark curly hair were soaked and his pink lips were stained with old blood. Not a day over seventeen.
"What is this?" Hermione whispered, eyes riveted to their touching bodies.
"I never said what I came back for," With preternatural speed, Draco pushed into the apartment and had her on the floor. He straddled her, the same malicious grin he had when he killed his father, now plastered on his face.
Blaise closed the door behind him and kneeled on the floor next to her head.
"Oh god," Hermione cried, tears burning their way down her face.
"Aww, don't cry," Blaise cooed and ran his hand through her now loose hair.
"Did you think I'd come back for you?" Draco's eyes were kind but his twisted lips told a different story.
"Poor baby, had her dreams shattered," Blaise laughed and reached a hand under Draco's soaked shirt, caressing the muscles there. "Did you dream of doing this?" Blaise asked and Hermione whimpered. He was touching Draco. Exactly what she dreamed of doing.
Blaise's hand slid further up, twisting Draco's nipple. Draco moaned in pleasure, his hips bucking against hers. Things she had been dreaming about forever, but it was pure torture now.
The blonde captured Blaise's lips and forced his tongue into the other boy's mouth. Their fangs sliced each other's lips and they sucked greedily, lapping up the borrowed blood from each other's mouths. The cuts healed instantly as the pulled apart.
"You wanted me to make you moan, didn't you?" Draco hissed and pulled her hair. Hermione was sure it was bleeding.
"You wanted him to make you," Blaise cooed again, still toying with Draco's chest. "Draco only does that for me. He makes me every night,"
Hermione sobbed, tremors of hurt and sorrow wracking through her body.
Draco moved off of her and she didn't even try to escape. The dark vampire grabbed both her arms and dragged her to the decorative column that separated her living room from her kitchen. Within seconds he had produced handcuffs and had her arms shackled behind it.
"Watch us, baby," Draco purred, and they knew she would.
Draco crashed their lips together, hands pulling Blaise's leather clad hips to his own. Blaise tangled his hands in his blonde hair. Their teeth ripped at each other's lips and their tongues dueled for dominance.
"Oh Draco," Blaise moaned as Draco nipped at his neck. He rocked his hips forward, grinding their blatant erections together.
Hermione's eyes were burning as tears continually surged down her cheeks. A hiccupped sob escaped her throat and they broke apart. Not breathless, they didn't have breath.
Draco kneeled beside her and smiled sweetly. Blaise kneeled on her other side.
They looked like heaven and hell. Only they were both much worse then any hell.
"We have to end her suffering," Draco murmured, locking eyes with his Childe.
"We have to bless her," Their fangs were already glinting in the dull light and tainted with one another's blood.
Draco, her angel, moved slowly to her neck and pierced her skin so she felt the pin-prick, felt every movement of his fangs sinking into her flesh.
Her eyes remained open and she stared at Blaise. Blaise, Draco's devil, moved fast and bit hard into her side, right below her ribcage.
She screamed in agony. Her eyesight dimmed and she could feel the black cloud of death approaching.
At the last second Blaise and Draco pulled back, letting her last moment drag on. Letting her bleed out.
Across her body, the clasped hands and Hermione's last sight was branded into her retina. Twin scripts tattooed into their flesh.
Scelto Per Qualcosa, Chosen For Something
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Way to blow everything to hell, right?
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