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Chapter 6
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Harry sat on his bed in the infirmary, thinking about the day's events. Found out his dreams had the side effect of killing him. Snape 'owned' a vampire. Said vampire was told to keep him safe. Learned things that contradicted the books. Actually had a conversation with a vampire, something he had never considered. The vampire answered his questions, something he never thought possible.
Then Sirius and Remus show up.
He reunited with his Godfather and favorite teacher. Remus has a staring contest with Irvan. Both get enraged when they find out Irvan is a vampire. Things escalate. Sirius nearly pummeled Snape upon gaining the knowledge that he was responsible. Not that that would have stopped him. Remus entered a yelling match with Sirius and Snape. Dumbledore said everything was for the best. Harry was going to Ron's house in a day or so. And finally he had been told he should sleep in the hospital wing just to make sure he could be helped immediately should he have anymore visions. All in all it had been a very interesting day. Laying down he hoped for no more dreams. A very unlikely occurrence.
* * * * * *
Sirius Black trotted in to the hospital wing to watch over his Godson. He could not find it in him to trust the greasy haired Death Eater. A vampire was out of the question. James's son was lying on the crisp white sheets breathing deeply, a sure sign of sleep. He jumped on to a nearby bed. To hell with Pomfrey's rule of no animals in the ward, he was protecting his Godson. Curling up he drifted in to a peaceful sleep.
Screams of terror woke him. Without consideration Black transformed into a human and rushed to Harry's side. The boy was thrashing violently and yelling as if possessed. "Harry, wake up!" he yelled at the boy. He tried shaking him, but to no avail. He was thrashing too much to notice the external stimulus. "What am I suppose to do?" he mumbled to himself. "Come on, Harry, wake up!" he tried again. Nothing. Suddenly he didn't care about being caught. "POMFREY!" he yell towards her office. "GET IN HERE NOW!" Seconds later the old nurse was standing in the ward.
"Sirius Black?" she stammered.
"Yes, now help Harry!" he pointed at the thrashing child.
"Right," she said in her medical calm. "Use the fire in my office and call Dumbledore and McGonnagall. Then come back here to help me with the boy," she ordered.
Black didn't waste anytime. He flew into the office grabbed some powder and threw it in. "Albus. Infirmary. Now." Again. "Minerva. Infirmary. Now." Now he waited, hoping the others arrived soon.
"Black, get me the Draught of the Living Death!" Pomfrey called from the ward. Sirius turned to the potions cabinet and searched. It didn't take him long. Poppy had neatly organized it on the potion's use. Exiting the office, he froze.
Irvan was leaning over Harry's bed, clutching the boy by the shoulders. He did not seem to have trouble keeping the boy still. "Allow me to guard the boy's subconscious," it growled menacingly. Sirius was momentarily shocked by the things presence and manner. It looked ready to feed but was making no move to do so.
"Absolutely not," Poppy returned, wand poised in the general direction of the vampire. "I have no idea what that will do to the boy and will not let you touch him." She sounded threatening but would not step closer to the vampire.
"We do not have time for this," came the dangerous growl. "Allow me to guard his dreams," it repeated.
"No." Sirius said firmly. "Get away from him!" Perhaps orders would work. The vampire merely glared at him, the eyes tinged with red and silver. Bloodlust. Sirius could spot that anywhere.
"What's going on here," McGonnagall could not have picked a worse time to barge into a confrontation. Both Irvan and Black focused on her. She faltered.
Dumbledore was behind her. "What is going on?" he repeated calmly.
"Allow me to guard his subconscious," the vampire repeated with a forced breath. Obviously Bloodlust was threatening to overtake him.
"What?" McGonnagall seemed to understand. "Why?"
"We do not have time for explanation. Allow me to do this. I do not have enough strength to bring him back form a near death experience." The situation was obvious but Sirius did not understand why the vampire was on the verge of Lust when it had appeared earlier that it had already feed.
"Not until you tell me what you are going to do to my Godson!" Black was furious. He needed to be in control of this situation and he was failing, miserably. This was his Godson and he had a right to know what was going on and more importantly he had the right to dictate what would happen. The vampire's response was unintelligible, but angry and very frustrated.
"Just say I can."
"Irvan, go ahead," Severus Snape said from the doorway, gaining the attention of the entire room. He was slightly breathless from his dash up from the dungeons. The vampire then proceeded to bite down hard on Harry's exposed neck.
"You bastard," Black yelled at Snape. "What do you think you are doing? Get that THING off of my Godson!" Snape simply shook his head no, scowl plastered on his face. "Why you . . . I'll kill it before it turns him." Oblivious to his surroundings Sirius made to advance on the vampire. Before he could go anywhere he found a viselike grip around his throat.
"You will do no such thing," Snape whispered dangerously. "He is trying to save that brat of yours. I suggest you sit down and wait." With that he released Black and stalked to the other side of the room.
Sirius sent a pleading look to Dumbledore. How could the man let Harry Potter be turned into a vampire? "Sirius, we have no experience with what is happening to Harry," the old wizard said sadly. "Irvan knows what he is doing is going to save the boy. Don't interfere."
"But Harry'll turn," he pleaded. It was weak of him and he knew it, but he couldn't let his friend's only son become one of them.
"I have assurances that Harry will not become a vampire. He'll be fine, Sirius. Try to calm down."
Calm down, he says. Not bloody likely. A vampire was digging its grubby little fangs into his Godson's neck. And he says to calm down! Black began to pace the room, avoiding Snape at all costs. What had the vampire done to them? Was it true that they could control the minds of others? Was that it? He was the first to notice the vampire withdrawing its fangs. He shoved the monster aside, away from Harry. The boy looked peaceful. His mop of black hair damp from sweat, his skin slightly paler. But he looked peaceful. Sirius thought he would cry of relief. Never mind that it was a vampire who did this. The boy was no longer in agony. He looked up, tears welling up in his eyes. He looked up and saw the strangest sight. Snape pointed to the door and the vampire obeyed. At least Snape looked furious as he stormed out. But then when did Snape not look furious.
"Harry's fine, Albus," Pomfrey's voice reached his ears. "He's asleep."
"That is good to hear, Poppy," Dumbledore said. "Now, Sirius. We have to discuss your appearance." At the mention of his name, Black looked up guiltily. Crisis now over, Pomfrey and McGonagall were staring incredulously. He had forgotten that they still thought him an escaped murderer. "Minerva, Poppy, Sirius Black here is the same as the dog Snuffles. He was framed for the murder of those muggles and Peter Petigrew. Nor was he James's and Lily's Secret Keeper. That was Peter. However, now is not the time to delve into details. You must promise not to reveal Sirius's presence here, as he is still being searched for. He is here to protect Harry, not harm him."
McGonagall nodded in understanding. She trusted completely what the Headmaster told her. It was her nature. Pomfrey looked doubtful, but nodded.
Black looked away sheepishly. He had told Dumbledore he would not reveal himself while at Hogwarts. He had broken that promise. Hopefully Albus Dumbledore understood it was for Harry's sake. He transformed and gloomily walked out not knowing where to go.
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Red still stained the fangs once they had reached Snape's chambers. "You did not feed from him?" he demanded.
"I did not," Irvan snapped. Frustration had removed all the walls control the vampire had held. He was now entering Lust. The black eyes were turning red, even now close to twenty years later the silver of the unicorn blood still haunted his eyes. The vampire gazed at the floor, knowing he was loosing the battle which built up even more frustration. The man's pride rested on his ability to control his emotions and Hunger. Something most vampires would never have the desire to learn. He hated entering Bloodlust knowing that it was the only time when he lost that control, right now he was straining to retain what little remained. Yes, the mental link did indeed give him an inside view of Bloodlust when he did not shut it out, Snape thought. He had a great understanding that reason shut down and instincts took over.
"The spiders were not enough?" he asked lightly, almost teasing. The trick was to bring the vampire back to the present and the best way for him to do so now was act out of character. Irvan had become use to the severe, reclusive, sarcastic wizard. Might as well shock the creature.
"Not for a day like today," Irvan bit out. "If I had known everything was going to cascade I would have drained some larger animals." The vampire began to pace eager to go out and hunt. Not doing so because he was stuck with Severus. It would prefer humans as they were the most sustaining.
"I am not letting you go out tonight. You might do something you regret." Those two statements were enough to have the predator on him. It was ready to bite when it realized what it was doing. Hastily it drew back. "It appears I am right," he muttered darkly, not daring to think about how close that was.
"What do you expect me to do, Severus!" Irvan yelled, keeping his distance, looking more like that caged animal Snape first saw at the Revel than the 'gentleman' it claimed to be. "I must feed tonight or die in the morning." It was a slight exaggeration. If he remained out of sunlight he would survive, just loose more of himself to his Hunger and retain less of his conscious decisions.
"You will do so within the confines of these rooms," he stated calmly. Unbidden, Severus recalled the times he had fallen to a similar type of rage. Reason was impossible. In association with Lust, the vampire would be little more than a rabid animal. Irvan glared at him, breathing heavily, mouth ajar ready to rip something's throat out. "Before you lower yourself to ask," he continued disdainfully, "it is exactly as it appears. You will feed from me because I can not trust you to keep your promises tonight." He had developed a tolerance for this vampire only because for the last decade and a half the creature had disappeared. And the only other time he had allowed it to feed was that first night.
In a flash Irvan was again breathing down his neck. Snape forced himself to remain still as chilled fingers played tantalizingly along his neck. "Why?" it breathed into his ear. The man was so close Severus could not see his face. He could feel desire course through the vampire. It was so close the sensation radiated off of him. He had never doubted that vampires were extremely sexual creatures.
"Because you have Hunger and I can't trust you with anyone else," he answered stiffly.
"I see," he said, the voice slowly moving down his neck. The difference in its voice was astounding; the harsh, ripping tone from anger and frustration was replaced by the calm and seductive river he was more accustom to. "My promise and the Bond. You are quite safe." Snape felt his stomach clench. He was willingly allowing a leech to feed from him. Cold fingers whispered across his exposed skin afraid to touch. "Will you allow me to . . . enjoy . . . myself?" he added breathlessly.
Snape swallowed his tongue for a moment. "I do not engage in promiscuous sex. Definitely not with vampires," he declared coldly, disgusted with the suggested.
"I never mentioned sexual intercourse," it whispered under his chin. "Though it has been a long time." It was amazing that a near Starved vampire would be a mere bite away from human blood and fail to touch its prey.
"If those are your stipulations," Severus began as he stepped back from the vampire and went to sit in an oversized chair, "then I'll have to reconsider my offer and let you see how long you can survive without feeding." Irvan looked lost for a moment. Hands frozen in midair as though caressing some invisible shoulders.
His head turned, eyes pleaded. Snape no longer tried to look at the man's face to discern his feelings, it never showed anything. The eyes always did. He couldn't control his eyes while in Lust. They were disappointed and pleading. "Twenty years since I have swallowed human blood. Drawing past fifty since I have tasted a human body. That is a very long time for us, Severus. We hardly go a year without one or the other." Time seemed to have forgotten the vampire as he was standing one moment and in the next blink kneeling on the chair, straddling Snape's thighs, once again phantomly touching his skin. "If you do not like the form, I can alter myself. A simple spell can change what you dislike," it pleaded.
"You really aren't above begging," Severus observed. Looking up he gasped. A woman's face had replaced the man kneeling above him. It was still Irvan, the eyes were his. The face was just more slender and delicate. The rest of his body had changed too. Firm breast were protruding from the slender torso. Everything spoke of Irvan, the physical appearance was just different.
"Is this better?" The same deep flowing river that belong to Irvan washed over him. The voice had a decidedly feminine ring, but still recognizable as the vampire he knew. He knew they were sexual creatures but he had not known the extents they would go through to achieve it. The vampire was radiating sexual energy waiting to be released. Were all of these creatures like this? "You find this more appealing," it stated. "Will you allow me to enjoy myself?" it asked again. Its lips were a finger's breath from his own.
"The problem with this is you are already aroused." Severus wondered how he could be so detached in this situation. He credited it in part to his younger years as a Death Eater, before he did an about face and joined Dumbledore. But that was only part of it. As Irvan had said, it has been a long time. "Feed and we'll discuss it." He did not know why he said that. Perhaps he was hoping that once feed, Irvan would not be so inclined to have sex, whether he was posing as a woman or a man.
Gingerly fingertips gave way to whole hands and the vampire was gently pealing back his robes. Frigid palms eased their way around his neck and shoulders, seductively searching for a secure place to grip. Breath abnormally hot for a vampire moisten his skin as it leaned in to suck at an exposure. Sharp bone pricked his skin tentatively. Severus wondered if Irvan was waiting for him to call the whole thing off, given how hesitant the vampire was. When the fangs finally slid under the skin, he convulsed violently. The only thing keeping him in the chair and not throwing the vampire off was its strong grip on his neck and shoulders, and its knees squeezing his thighs together. Thoroughly trapped, he panicked.
Hands started to caress his arms, moving up to his hair and back down. A calming motion that, much to Snape's dismay, worked. A weight had settled on his lap, but his legs were free from the tight entrapment. Time was forgotten and he did not care how long they were like this. One on top of the other, frozen in that moment. If one was to look closely the he would realize one was taking advantage of the other. And if it was a careless Gryffindor, the vampire would be seriously injured by being thrown from its meal, possibly loosing a fang in the process.
Siting back on his heals and therefore Severus's lap, Irvan waited for the wizard to open his eyes. "Well," he purred. Severus opened his eyes to the female guise of Irvan. He shuttered involuntarily as he recall the previous discussion.
"I told you I do not engage in promiscuous sex," he said. It was a whisper but conveyed the closure of the discussion. Disappointed flashed in the hematite eyes and was gone.
"It is not promiscuous if I remain only with you," it tried another approach.
"Perhaps I did not make myself clear on the other point. I will not have sexual intercourse with a vampire. Under no circumstances." He tried to make it firm, but began to doubt his own resolve. He prayed that Irvan would not continue to press.
"Very well," Irvan said, his features morphing back to a man's. He remained on Snape's lap for a few moments, studying the wizard. "Not tonight," and he smoothly rose, towered for a moment and dismounted the chair. Severus had the dreading feeling that the vampire would try this again. Without another word, Irvan glided to the North Bookshelf and stood motionless. Snape was slower rising. Blood loss factoring in, but mainly weighed heavily with confusion. He did still have control over the creature. He was sure of that. But how much persuasion power did vampires' possess. A question for the morning.
Chapter 6
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Harry sat on his bed in the infirmary, thinking about the day's events. Found out his dreams had the side effect of killing him. Snape 'owned' a vampire. Said vampire was told to keep him safe. Learned things that contradicted the books. Actually had a conversation with a vampire, something he had never considered. The vampire answered his questions, something he never thought possible.
Then Sirius and Remus show up.
He reunited with his Godfather and favorite teacher. Remus has a staring contest with Irvan. Both get enraged when they find out Irvan is a vampire. Things escalate. Sirius nearly pummeled Snape upon gaining the knowledge that he was responsible. Not that that would have stopped him. Remus entered a yelling match with Sirius and Snape. Dumbledore said everything was for the best. Harry was going to Ron's house in a day or so. And finally he had been told he should sleep in the hospital wing just to make sure he could be helped immediately should he have anymore visions. All in all it had been a very interesting day. Laying down he hoped for no more dreams. A very unlikely occurrence.
* * * * * *
Sirius Black trotted in to the hospital wing to watch over his Godson. He could not find it in him to trust the greasy haired Death Eater. A vampire was out of the question. James's son was lying on the crisp white sheets breathing deeply, a sure sign of sleep. He jumped on to a nearby bed. To hell with Pomfrey's rule of no animals in the ward, he was protecting his Godson. Curling up he drifted in to a peaceful sleep.
Screams of terror woke him. Without consideration Black transformed into a human and rushed to Harry's side. The boy was thrashing violently and yelling as if possessed. "Harry, wake up!" he yelled at the boy. He tried shaking him, but to no avail. He was thrashing too much to notice the external stimulus. "What am I suppose to do?" he mumbled to himself. "Come on, Harry, wake up!" he tried again. Nothing. Suddenly he didn't care about being caught. "POMFREY!" he yell towards her office. "GET IN HERE NOW!" Seconds later the old nurse was standing in the ward.
"Sirius Black?" she stammered.
"Yes, now help Harry!" he pointed at the thrashing child.
"Right," she said in her medical calm. "Use the fire in my office and call Dumbledore and McGonnagall. Then come back here to help me with the boy," she ordered.
Black didn't waste anytime. He flew into the office grabbed some powder and threw it in. "Albus. Infirmary. Now." Again. "Minerva. Infirmary. Now." Now he waited, hoping the others arrived soon.
"Black, get me the Draught of the Living Death!" Pomfrey called from the ward. Sirius turned to the potions cabinet and searched. It didn't take him long. Poppy had neatly organized it on the potion's use. Exiting the office, he froze.
Irvan was leaning over Harry's bed, clutching the boy by the shoulders. He did not seem to have trouble keeping the boy still. "Allow me to guard the boy's subconscious," it growled menacingly. Sirius was momentarily shocked by the things presence and manner. It looked ready to feed but was making no move to do so.
"Absolutely not," Poppy returned, wand poised in the general direction of the vampire. "I have no idea what that will do to the boy and will not let you touch him." She sounded threatening but would not step closer to the vampire.
"We do not have time for this," came the dangerous growl. "Allow me to guard his dreams," it repeated.
"No." Sirius said firmly. "Get away from him!" Perhaps orders would work. The vampire merely glared at him, the eyes tinged with red and silver. Bloodlust. Sirius could spot that anywhere.
"What's going on here," McGonnagall could not have picked a worse time to barge into a confrontation. Both Irvan and Black focused on her. She faltered.
Dumbledore was behind her. "What is going on?" he repeated calmly.
"Allow me to guard his subconscious," the vampire repeated with a forced breath. Obviously Bloodlust was threatening to overtake him.
"What?" McGonnagall seemed to understand. "Why?"
"We do not have time for explanation. Allow me to do this. I do not have enough strength to bring him back form a near death experience." The situation was obvious but Sirius did not understand why the vampire was on the verge of Lust when it had appeared earlier that it had already feed.
"Not until you tell me what you are going to do to my Godson!" Black was furious. He needed to be in control of this situation and he was failing, miserably. This was his Godson and he had a right to know what was going on and more importantly he had the right to dictate what would happen. The vampire's response was unintelligible, but angry and very frustrated.
"Just say I can."
"Irvan, go ahead," Severus Snape said from the doorway, gaining the attention of the entire room. He was slightly breathless from his dash up from the dungeons. The vampire then proceeded to bite down hard on Harry's exposed neck.
"You bastard," Black yelled at Snape. "What do you think you are doing? Get that THING off of my Godson!" Snape simply shook his head no, scowl plastered on his face. "Why you . . . I'll kill it before it turns him." Oblivious to his surroundings Sirius made to advance on the vampire. Before he could go anywhere he found a viselike grip around his throat.
"You will do no such thing," Snape whispered dangerously. "He is trying to save that brat of yours. I suggest you sit down and wait." With that he released Black and stalked to the other side of the room.
Sirius sent a pleading look to Dumbledore. How could the man let Harry Potter be turned into a vampire? "Sirius, we have no experience with what is happening to Harry," the old wizard said sadly. "Irvan knows what he is doing is going to save the boy. Don't interfere."
"But Harry'll turn," he pleaded. It was weak of him and he knew it, but he couldn't let his friend's only son become one of them.
"I have assurances that Harry will not become a vampire. He'll be fine, Sirius. Try to calm down."
Calm down, he says. Not bloody likely. A vampire was digging its grubby little fangs into his Godson's neck. And he says to calm down! Black began to pace the room, avoiding Snape at all costs. What had the vampire done to them? Was it true that they could control the minds of others? Was that it? He was the first to notice the vampire withdrawing its fangs. He shoved the monster aside, away from Harry. The boy looked peaceful. His mop of black hair damp from sweat, his skin slightly paler. But he looked peaceful. Sirius thought he would cry of relief. Never mind that it was a vampire who did this. The boy was no longer in agony. He looked up, tears welling up in his eyes. He looked up and saw the strangest sight. Snape pointed to the door and the vampire obeyed. At least Snape looked furious as he stormed out. But then when did Snape not look furious.
"Harry's fine, Albus," Pomfrey's voice reached his ears. "He's asleep."
"That is good to hear, Poppy," Dumbledore said. "Now, Sirius. We have to discuss your appearance." At the mention of his name, Black looked up guiltily. Crisis now over, Pomfrey and McGonagall were staring incredulously. He had forgotten that they still thought him an escaped murderer. "Minerva, Poppy, Sirius Black here is the same as the dog Snuffles. He was framed for the murder of those muggles and Peter Petigrew. Nor was he James's and Lily's Secret Keeper. That was Peter. However, now is not the time to delve into details. You must promise not to reveal Sirius's presence here, as he is still being searched for. He is here to protect Harry, not harm him."
McGonagall nodded in understanding. She trusted completely what the Headmaster told her. It was her nature. Pomfrey looked doubtful, but nodded.
Black looked away sheepishly. He had told Dumbledore he would not reveal himself while at Hogwarts. He had broken that promise. Hopefully Albus Dumbledore understood it was for Harry's sake. He transformed and gloomily walked out not knowing where to go.
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Red still stained the fangs once they had reached Snape's chambers. "You did not feed from him?" he demanded.
"I did not," Irvan snapped. Frustration had removed all the walls control the vampire had held. He was now entering Lust. The black eyes were turning red, even now close to twenty years later the silver of the unicorn blood still haunted his eyes. The vampire gazed at the floor, knowing he was loosing the battle which built up even more frustration. The man's pride rested on his ability to control his emotions and Hunger. Something most vampires would never have the desire to learn. He hated entering Bloodlust knowing that it was the only time when he lost that control, right now he was straining to retain what little remained. Yes, the mental link did indeed give him an inside view of Bloodlust when he did not shut it out, Snape thought. He had a great understanding that reason shut down and instincts took over.
"The spiders were not enough?" he asked lightly, almost teasing. The trick was to bring the vampire back to the present and the best way for him to do so now was act out of character. Irvan had become use to the severe, reclusive, sarcastic wizard. Might as well shock the creature.
"Not for a day like today," Irvan bit out. "If I had known everything was going to cascade I would have drained some larger animals." The vampire began to pace eager to go out and hunt. Not doing so because he was stuck with Severus. It would prefer humans as they were the most sustaining.
"I am not letting you go out tonight. You might do something you regret." Those two statements were enough to have the predator on him. It was ready to bite when it realized what it was doing. Hastily it drew back. "It appears I am right," he muttered darkly, not daring to think about how close that was.
"What do you expect me to do, Severus!" Irvan yelled, keeping his distance, looking more like that caged animal Snape first saw at the Revel than the 'gentleman' it claimed to be. "I must feed tonight or die in the morning." It was a slight exaggeration. If he remained out of sunlight he would survive, just loose more of himself to his Hunger and retain less of his conscious decisions.
"You will do so within the confines of these rooms," he stated calmly. Unbidden, Severus recalled the times he had fallen to a similar type of rage. Reason was impossible. In association with Lust, the vampire would be little more than a rabid animal. Irvan glared at him, breathing heavily, mouth ajar ready to rip something's throat out. "Before you lower yourself to ask," he continued disdainfully, "it is exactly as it appears. You will feed from me because I can not trust you to keep your promises tonight." He had developed a tolerance for this vampire only because for the last decade and a half the creature had disappeared. And the only other time he had allowed it to feed was that first night.
In a flash Irvan was again breathing down his neck. Snape forced himself to remain still as chilled fingers played tantalizingly along his neck. "Why?" it breathed into his ear. The man was so close Severus could not see his face. He could feel desire course through the vampire. It was so close the sensation radiated off of him. He had never doubted that vampires were extremely sexual creatures.
"Because you have Hunger and I can't trust you with anyone else," he answered stiffly.
"I see," he said, the voice slowly moving down his neck. The difference in its voice was astounding; the harsh, ripping tone from anger and frustration was replaced by the calm and seductive river he was more accustom to. "My promise and the Bond. You are quite safe." Snape felt his stomach clench. He was willingly allowing a leech to feed from him. Cold fingers whispered across his exposed skin afraid to touch. "Will you allow me to . . . enjoy . . . myself?" he added breathlessly.
Snape swallowed his tongue for a moment. "I do not engage in promiscuous sex. Definitely not with vampires," he declared coldly, disgusted with the suggested.
"I never mentioned sexual intercourse," it whispered under his chin. "Though it has been a long time." It was amazing that a near Starved vampire would be a mere bite away from human blood and fail to touch its prey.
"If those are your stipulations," Severus began as he stepped back from the vampire and went to sit in an oversized chair, "then I'll have to reconsider my offer and let you see how long you can survive without feeding." Irvan looked lost for a moment. Hands frozen in midair as though caressing some invisible shoulders.
His head turned, eyes pleaded. Snape no longer tried to look at the man's face to discern his feelings, it never showed anything. The eyes always did. He couldn't control his eyes while in Lust. They were disappointed and pleading. "Twenty years since I have swallowed human blood. Drawing past fifty since I have tasted a human body. That is a very long time for us, Severus. We hardly go a year without one or the other." Time seemed to have forgotten the vampire as he was standing one moment and in the next blink kneeling on the chair, straddling Snape's thighs, once again phantomly touching his skin. "If you do not like the form, I can alter myself. A simple spell can change what you dislike," it pleaded.
"You really aren't above begging," Severus observed. Looking up he gasped. A woman's face had replaced the man kneeling above him. It was still Irvan, the eyes were his. The face was just more slender and delicate. The rest of his body had changed too. Firm breast were protruding from the slender torso. Everything spoke of Irvan, the physical appearance was just different.
"Is this better?" The same deep flowing river that belong to Irvan washed over him. The voice had a decidedly feminine ring, but still recognizable as the vampire he knew. He knew they were sexual creatures but he had not known the extents they would go through to achieve it. The vampire was radiating sexual energy waiting to be released. Were all of these creatures like this? "You find this more appealing," it stated. "Will you allow me to enjoy myself?" it asked again. Its lips were a finger's breath from his own.
"The problem with this is you are already aroused." Severus wondered how he could be so detached in this situation. He credited it in part to his younger years as a Death Eater, before he did an about face and joined Dumbledore. But that was only part of it. As Irvan had said, it has been a long time. "Feed and we'll discuss it." He did not know why he said that. Perhaps he was hoping that once feed, Irvan would not be so inclined to have sex, whether he was posing as a woman or a man.
Gingerly fingertips gave way to whole hands and the vampire was gently pealing back his robes. Frigid palms eased their way around his neck and shoulders, seductively searching for a secure place to grip. Breath abnormally hot for a vampire moisten his skin as it leaned in to suck at an exposure. Sharp bone pricked his skin tentatively. Severus wondered if Irvan was waiting for him to call the whole thing off, given how hesitant the vampire was. When the fangs finally slid under the skin, he convulsed violently. The only thing keeping him in the chair and not throwing the vampire off was its strong grip on his neck and shoulders, and its knees squeezing his thighs together. Thoroughly trapped, he panicked.
Hands started to caress his arms, moving up to his hair and back down. A calming motion that, much to Snape's dismay, worked. A weight had settled on his lap, but his legs were free from the tight entrapment. Time was forgotten and he did not care how long they were like this. One on top of the other, frozen in that moment. If one was to look closely the he would realize one was taking advantage of the other. And if it was a careless Gryffindor, the vampire would be seriously injured by being thrown from its meal, possibly loosing a fang in the process.
Siting back on his heals and therefore Severus's lap, Irvan waited for the wizard to open his eyes. "Well," he purred. Severus opened his eyes to the female guise of Irvan. He shuttered involuntarily as he recall the previous discussion.
"I told you I do not engage in promiscuous sex," he said. It was a whisper but conveyed the closure of the discussion. Disappointed flashed in the hematite eyes and was gone.
"It is not promiscuous if I remain only with you," it tried another approach.
"Perhaps I did not make myself clear on the other point. I will not have sexual intercourse with a vampire. Under no circumstances." He tried to make it firm, but began to doubt his own resolve. He prayed that Irvan would not continue to press.
"Very well," Irvan said, his features morphing back to a man's. He remained on Snape's lap for a few moments, studying the wizard. "Not tonight," and he smoothly rose, towered for a moment and dismounted the chair. Severus had the dreading feeling that the vampire would try this again. Without another word, Irvan glided to the North Bookshelf and stood motionless. Snape was slower rising. Blood loss factoring in, but mainly weighed heavily with confusion. He did still have control over the creature. He was sure of that. But how much persuasion power did vampires' possess. A question for the morning.