Leather , whips, midnight trips, blood, rain, and wings
Disclaimer. o.O what's a disclaimer?
Warning: I was a bit...off when I wrote this. and I'm nuts, so that's saying something. Dead Dursleys, un-human Harry, and Dumbledore bashing. Slytherin-esque/ psycho-killer Harry. Um, and rape. Eh, insinuated rape anyway. So, nothing too hard core. Don't want to get you all hot and bothered....yet. By the way, I'm the proud owner of a 44year old baby father. I'm so happy. Not....
And I also dedicate any and all death-threats I get from this fic for my fav author...wanamaker! (aren't I just a doll?)
Rated: R for language
Drinking, slowly...ever so slowly, only to watch their horrified expressions.. he he, now what, who'd have known? I bet not even Dumbledore, he wouldn't have left me here otherwise... damn, this stuff is addicting. so sweet, and thick, of course it is ! Blood is thicker than water...dumbass! so velvety. I bet nobody would recognize me now anyway, I don't want to scare them, i wonder if disillusionment charms work at Hogwarts, yeah they do, I remember that buck-toothed-bitch talking about Lavender using a charm on her nose..
shiver
What would she know though? Well she is Hermione...damn Gryffindor know-it-all...oh look at that,.. Dudley's dead, pity.. What to eat, what to eat... hmm, petunia or Vernon..? The shrill and nosy bitch, or the ass raping hypocrite... Damn, hard choice... Vernon of course... besides, i think ill save petunia for dinner tomorrow night.
The sound of a body dropping hazard to the floor, red eyes snap up into the face of a small killer whale. or a humongous one..(a/n he he) the seemingly demon-like creature advances upon his prey, a grin of delight passes across the demons face, showing protruding long fangs. He ruffles the ebony wings on his back, licking his lips of the thick coppery taste of blood...
Hmm. besides, the wards will stay up with petunia still here...mmm, i love the wings a nice addition, but the ears.. that's a little overboard, thank god my hair didn't turn red and gold.. the green and silver will be good, god no wonder they're afraid, i look like a monster... yet so... beautiful I think,
long flowing ebony hair, tinged with flecks and streaks of silver from over long, pointed ears, framing a beautiful face, wandering down, to settle in between the enormous ebony wings, green and silver apparent in the cool black..
"Why, uncle Vernon? Is something wrong? I'm sorry I'm well enough to walk, but I don't feel like being your play thing tonight, have you seen Dudley, I say, he was looking a little.. drained" oh my fucking god, how wonderful to see that look of sheer terror.. Finally, I can do the thing that Sirius or Voldemort, or Dumbledore could not... free me of these people... maybe I could hide the wings, and ears of course... And transfer to Hogwarts as a transfer student? That would be fun, I don't think the Slytherins would mind if I stretched my wings in the common room....
fangs picture a thick, flabby neck, excreting blood, a long pink tongue flickers out, dragging across the fresh wound, firm jaws suck deeply as a shrill scream is heard from the woman , as a gasp erupts from the shocked man, tears falling down his face, as he waits for death..
"You..." of course me... What -an-idiot! you know what, that's exactly what ill do, drink down my dear auntie's life blood, and damn, he's got less blood in there than i thought, must have been the fat taking everything up...oh well.. Now lets see, i cant very well go on looking like this.. oh look, she fainted.. pity. Not.