A/n chapter 3 is up! Sorry for all the waiting.
Disclaimer- I don't own any of this and, unfortunately, I am not getting paid.
Scars, Fangs, and Emerald Eyes
Chapter III
Horrific Agonizing Pain? Not Even Close.
Harry motioned them to close the door and sit down. After closing the curtains Harry began to tell his tale.
"Okay, before I begin, I need to tell you something. I am not a true vampire in the sense of weaknesses. Sunlight doesn't bother me, garlic just makes my breath smell bad, and crosses are pieces of wood. I believe that Voldmort's power is what altered it.
(a/n I am hinging this on the idea that some Tom's magic is genetic, like parseltongue. So Tom in a sense accidentally altered some of Harry's genetic code to match his own with the killing curse. If you think about it that way then Harry is the heir of Slytherin after all!)
"That being said, I will begin…
( a/n this is written like a flask back, so it isn't in Harry's point of view)
It has been only 2 days since Harry got back from Hogwarts and already he has been locked away in his room. It wasn't all his fault that Dudley fell down the stairs after Harry had surprised him. So Uncle Vernon locked him in his room. But that didn't do much.
Harry rolled over in bed to listen for anyone. Only the roar of silence met his ears. Nimbly, Harry rolled out of bed, landing softly in a crouch on the old, gray shaggy rug next to his bed that he found the day before in the closet. Reaching under his bed, he grabbed the coil of nylon rope he had "acquired" earlier that day. After he tied one end into a loop and looped over the bed post, he put on his cloak and dragon hide gloves. Putting his wand in a pocket in the cloak, he walked to the window and opened it to its fullest. Not wanting the nylon to hit the house, he carefully lowered the rope to the ground, instead of tossing it out the window. Gripping the rope, Harry swung down and slowly lowered himself down to the ground. Harry stood there for a minute, listening. When he was assured that no one heard his escape, Harry strolled out of the back yard, through the gate, then he walked down Pivot Drive. After about ten minutes, he found himself in front of a fork in the road. The left road was poorly lit and it looked dark and foreboding. Some of the lots visible were poorly kept, the paint was peeling, and the lawns looked like small jungles. The right road, on the other hand, was well lit, and had an almost cheerful mood to it. The lawns were mowed to precision, and the houses were pristine. Harry stood there for a moment considering which way to go. The left road looked somewhat dangerous. While the right road looked almost exactly like Pivot Drive. Scowling at the thought, Harry took the left road.
Almost immediately after he entered the shadow on the road, he felt a chill go up his spine and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end like soldiers at attention. Harry quickly looked around but didn't see anything. After a moment Harry continued. Again, there was a chill like forty below zero winds-but it was the middle of summer, and the air was dead. Again Harry looked around for a culprit. But this time he turned to look at the roads behind him. And deep down he knew that choosing this road wasn't just a choice of route, but a more meaningful decision. And, as he started down the road again, that there was no turning back.
After a few minutes, Harry found himself at the park. The same park that he would have arrived at if he had used the other road. But now he saw it at a different angle. This would be his downfall. For he couldn't see the person in the shadows, waiting silently. Had he taken the other road, he would have seen them and had turned around and left. But now he wandered into the park, oblivious of the fate that awaited him there.
"Hello there" said a voice.
Harry visibly jumped, "wha Wh- Who are you.?"
"My name is Demona." She said as she stepped out of the shadow.
Harry couldn't answer for a moment, he was too stunned. She was the perfect image of beautiful. Long, finely shaped legs, she had on a short leather skirt that showed off her curves. She also had on a leather top that showed her waist and just enough cleavage, that would make any man drool. ( a/n including Ray Charles) Harry was no exception. Her dark hair fell in silky waves on her shoulders and down her back. Nope, Harry definitely wasn't an exception.
"I told you my name, now you tell me yours." she said as she walked up to him and placed a single finger on his chest.
The contact seemed to snap him out of his trance. " um… My name is Harry."
"hmmm… I thing he will make a fine addition." she said.
What?
Before Harry could answer, a voice replied, "I agree"
Suddenly Demona looked him strait in the eyes. Her eyes were a warm chocolate color, her irises were rimmed in red. Suddenly, Harry didn't want to look away, her eyes locked him in their depths. She was nose to nose with him and one of her hands were at the back of his neck while the other held his waist. Her irises seemed to shatter as the red that rimmed them filled in the cracks until it covered it all but the tiny dots of her pupils. She opened her mouth as a new set of fangs slid in front of her canines. When he felt a pull at his head, he didn't resist, revealing his neck to her view. With an animalistic growl, she bit down. Harry gasped at the sharp pain as she bit, but is faded in a moment. He started to sag in her arms as the numbing effects of the bite took effect.
Demona moaned slightly at the taste of Harry's blood. So rich. So powerful. So- Her eyes snapped open as she realized why his blood tasted so powerful. She jerked away from him in shock. Without her support, Harry's legs buckled as he fell to the ground, only halve conscious.
"You need to finish the Ritual"
"But he is a-"
"No buts, just finish it"
Taking a deep breath, Demona stepped close to him and knelt next to his head. Biting her wrist, she dripped blood into his mouth. Almost instantly, Harry's eyes snapped open. He lunged at her wrist, sinking his fangs in and drinking deeply.
He drank only a moment until he released her wrist and went into convulsions as the changes occurred. The pain of the change is one of imaginable magnitude. Horrific, agonizing, mind numbing pain? Not even close. Not by a long shot.
The vampires backed away as Harry tossed and turned on the grass wet with dew. His face paled drastically, and his scar vanished. The violence of this change terrified the vampires, the more violent the change, the more powerful the final creature was.
Seconds stretched to minutes. Then Harry stopped. Just stopped. He wasn't even breathing. Then he took a deep breath. And at that moment his human live died. And his Vampiric one began.
Chapter 3 is done. Once again sorry for the delay, I just hadn't gotten to my stories in a while. Also
henrietta, he didn't feel bad about hurting someone, he was startled by Ron and Hermione. That and he didn't want to start out the year by sucking someone dry. (people might start to believe that he is a lawyer lol) About him liking everybody still, that is soon to change, enter Ba'al Kar, Patron of Necromancers, God of the Dead mwahahahahah.
