A/n : Ok guys I know this took forever to finally get posted but I tried
to get it out as fast as possible , so I'm really sorry it took so long
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: these characters are not mine they are official property of J.K Rowling and the plot and story lines comes form "Dark Challenges" by Christine Feehan
Darkness
It was impossible. Totally impossible to believe. His race could spend all eternity hunting for a life mate and never find one. Most of his race lost emotion and color , most of the women had that beauty of the world but some select few, only rare cases was it ever a male that had that privilege . Most male Carpathians , were predatory , with instincts of dark, of dark hungry killers, cunning, quick, and lethal.
Draco's existence had been especially unbearable, alienated from Neville, his twin, whose inevitable closeness might have made long, gray centuries a bit easier to endure. But he had known he was locked to Neville through there blood tie , and every moment they spent together increased the vampire's threat to Neville. There closeness endangered his beloved brother. So Draco had fled his people, never telling them a word, not even his beloved brother. The terrible truth haunted him , and it would cling to him for all eternity.
The boys voice... throaty, husky, erotic it held a promise of satin sheets and scented candles . It played over his skin like fingers, tantalizing, enticing, sinfully sexy. It mesmerized anyone within hearing distance; it haunted captivated. The notes danced, pure and beautiful, weaving a spell of enchantment around Draco, around every listener.
Draco knew nothing of this boy , only that Remus had sent him to warn him, that he was in danger from the human society of vampire hunters. Evidently the prince wanted him to be traveling with the boy in any case need of protection. The society of mortals who believed in vampire's and the old legends and sought to destroy them , had for some reason targeted this singer, with his haunting voice and eccentric ways.
Worse, some victims were kept alive to be tortured and dissected. Draco listened to the beautiful voice. Harry sounded like an angel , singing with a voice not of this earth.
Then a scream, high and piercing, interrupted the beauty of the song.. It was followed by a second scream, and then a third. Draco heard a shot ring out, then a volley of bullets thudding into flesh and instruments. The building shook with the force to feet pounding across the floor patrons raced to get out of the line of fire.
Draco moved quickly he blurred as he shimmered into a solid mass. The bar was in a complete disarray. Mortals fleeing from the building as fast as they could, running over each other in the process. People were yelling in terror. Tables and chairs smashed and broken. Three of the band members lay blood-splattered across the stage. Instruments shattered. The security guards exchanging gunfire with six men who were also shooting into the crowd as they tried to escape.
Draco went straight for the stage. He pushed aside one male body when he came across another, Harry , sprawled on the plat from his masses of blue black hair spreading out like a veil blood pooled around him staining the tight blue jeans and tight royal blue shirt. He had no time to examine his features further; the worst wound was mortal and would kill him unless he did something. Instinctively he fashioned a quick visual barrier, blurring the stage from prying eyes. In the pandemonium, he doubted if any would notice.
He lifted Harry easily into his arms, found a weak pulse, and placed a hand over the wound. Blocking out the chaos around him, he sent himself outside his body and into his. The entrance wound was small but the exit wound was quite large. The bullet had torn through his frail body, ripping internal organs and tissue. He sealed the wounds to prevent further blood loss before taking him into the shadows . with one lengthening finger nail, he opened a wound in his own chest.
'you are mine ,cara mia, and you can not die. I would not go quietly to my death with out avenging you. The world could not conceive such a monster that would become . you must drink piccolo, for yourself, your life, for me, for our life together. Drink now.'
He gave the command with a firm compulsion, not allowing him to squirm away from his iron will. Before this moment, before Harry, he had chosen to destroy himself rather than wait until it was to late and he had become one of the very monsters he had spent centuries hunting and destroying. For tying Harry to him now , he might deserve a hundred times over, but he would take what destiny offered.
After long centuries of emptiness , in a single moment everything had changed. He could feel. He could see the brilliance of colors in the world. His body was alive with needs and desire, not simply the ever-present gnawing physical hunger for blood. Power and strength ran through him, sang in his veins, flowed through his muscles, and he felt it. felt it. Harry would not die!
A/n ;Hey guys !!! ok im sorry I know I know its short but its all I could manage with all the crap I have to do today shakes fist damn parents but I'll try to post sooner this time
Toodles
Jessi~
Disclaimer: these characters are not mine they are official property of J.K Rowling and the plot and story lines comes form "Dark Challenges" by Christine Feehan
Darkness
It was impossible. Totally impossible to believe. His race could spend all eternity hunting for a life mate and never find one. Most of his race lost emotion and color , most of the women had that beauty of the world but some select few, only rare cases was it ever a male that had that privilege . Most male Carpathians , were predatory , with instincts of dark, of dark hungry killers, cunning, quick, and lethal.
Draco's existence had been especially unbearable, alienated from Neville, his twin, whose inevitable closeness might have made long, gray centuries a bit easier to endure. But he had known he was locked to Neville through there blood tie , and every moment they spent together increased the vampire's threat to Neville. There closeness endangered his beloved brother. So Draco had fled his people, never telling them a word, not even his beloved brother. The terrible truth haunted him , and it would cling to him for all eternity.
The boys voice... throaty, husky, erotic it held a promise of satin sheets and scented candles . It played over his skin like fingers, tantalizing, enticing, sinfully sexy. It mesmerized anyone within hearing distance; it haunted captivated. The notes danced, pure and beautiful, weaving a spell of enchantment around Draco, around every listener.
Draco knew nothing of this boy , only that Remus had sent him to warn him, that he was in danger from the human society of vampire hunters. Evidently the prince wanted him to be traveling with the boy in any case need of protection. The society of mortals who believed in vampire's and the old legends and sought to destroy them , had for some reason targeted this singer, with his haunting voice and eccentric ways.
Worse, some victims were kept alive to be tortured and dissected. Draco listened to the beautiful voice. Harry sounded like an angel , singing with a voice not of this earth.
Then a scream, high and piercing, interrupted the beauty of the song.. It was followed by a second scream, and then a third. Draco heard a shot ring out, then a volley of bullets thudding into flesh and instruments. The building shook with the force to feet pounding across the floor patrons raced to get out of the line of fire.
Draco moved quickly he blurred as he shimmered into a solid mass. The bar was in a complete disarray. Mortals fleeing from the building as fast as they could, running over each other in the process. People were yelling in terror. Tables and chairs smashed and broken. Three of the band members lay blood-splattered across the stage. Instruments shattered. The security guards exchanging gunfire with six men who were also shooting into the crowd as they tried to escape.
Draco went straight for the stage. He pushed aside one male body when he came across another, Harry , sprawled on the plat from his masses of blue black hair spreading out like a veil blood pooled around him staining the tight blue jeans and tight royal blue shirt. He had no time to examine his features further; the worst wound was mortal and would kill him unless he did something. Instinctively he fashioned a quick visual barrier, blurring the stage from prying eyes. In the pandemonium, he doubted if any would notice.
He lifted Harry easily into his arms, found a weak pulse, and placed a hand over the wound. Blocking out the chaos around him, he sent himself outside his body and into his. The entrance wound was small but the exit wound was quite large. The bullet had torn through his frail body, ripping internal organs and tissue. He sealed the wounds to prevent further blood loss before taking him into the shadows . with one lengthening finger nail, he opened a wound in his own chest.
'you are mine ,cara mia, and you can not die. I would not go quietly to my death with out avenging you. The world could not conceive such a monster that would become . you must drink piccolo, for yourself, your life, for me, for our life together. Drink now.'
He gave the command with a firm compulsion, not allowing him to squirm away from his iron will. Before this moment, before Harry, he had chosen to destroy himself rather than wait until it was to late and he had become one of the very monsters he had spent centuries hunting and destroying. For tying Harry to him now , he might deserve a hundred times over, but he would take what destiny offered.
After long centuries of emptiness , in a single moment everything had changed. He could feel. He could see the brilliance of colors in the world. His body was alive with needs and desire, not simply the ever-present gnawing physical hunger for blood. Power and strength ran through him, sang in his veins, flowed through his muscles, and he felt it. felt it. Harry would not die!
A/n ;Hey guys !!! ok im sorry I know I know its short but its all I could manage with all the crap I have to do today shakes fist damn parents but I'll try to post sooner this time
Toodles
Jessi~