Author: Sylverfall
Rating:
Warnings:
Violence (in later chapters) some songs, and New characters.
Pairing: RW x HG, DM x HG
Disclaimers: All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Jaguar and all other vampires (Excluding Eros, and Strife) belong to Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. I'm poor and gaining no profit from this, so please, don't sue. NOTES: For those who have a weak stomach, I would suggest not reading this chapter. For those who did not read the previous chapter, Eros is Ron and Strife is Harry. There will be lots of blood and gore. Lindsay Granger is introduced in this chapter. Los Noches belongs to Amelia Atwater-Rhodes.
Strife was already on the floor at Los Noches, with one of the stupid mortals that couldn't tell that this was not a safe place for them. Eros went right over to the bar, and pulled a bottle out from behind it, not even looking. The girl that Strife was dancing with was quite beautiful. There was nothing new in that. Her beauty was as bland as stale bread; she looked the same as all the other girls he had reeled in before, with perfect bodies, perfect faces like porcelain dolls. Eros didn't have to look at her face to know her eyes would be either a brilliant blue or warm brown, and she couldn't have been older than 14 or 15. Young, as always. Eros got up to walk over to one of the tables, and ran into Fala. She just gave him a warning glare.
"Jaguar, tell your fledgling to watch where he's going." Eros bristled, then went and sat down at another table, away from his maker. A girl walked up to him, wearing nothing but leather. Eros just watched her lazily, and then got up and went to the dance floor with her. This was the kind of girl he liked best; the kind that thought they knew what evil was, that thought they could deal with pain and liked it. The kind that thought they knew. Strife saw, and just shook his head. The girl he was with tugged on his arm, letting him know she wanted to leave, and exchanging numbers with him. She walked out, and he disappeared.
Strife followed the girl into the forest. She had no clue he was there, and she was a little confused. 'I thought I came down this path, but none of this looks familiar.' She turned to go back, and saw Strife.
"Oh. Hi."
"Lost?" She blushed and nodded.
"I'm terribly sorry, but I thought I knew which way I came."
"They always do."
"Who?"
"It was you're first time, wasn't it?" She nodded. She was starting to get a bad feeling.
"Y- yes. H- how did you know? I didn't tell you." "
The way you kept looking around. And you were really rigid; uncomfortable." She flushed to a very lovely pale color then. She was scared, he could tell. He could hear her heart rate go up, and skip every so often, and she was breathing raggedly. Her eyes were wide also. Plus, she reeked of it. He stepped closer to her.
"Would you like to go back, and then find your way home from the club? I could drive you, if you would like, once we get to the main road." She seemed to calm down at this idea, and he looped his arm around her waist. "If I were you, next time I come here, I would bring a friend. Just in case." She nodded, and brushed a couple strands of hair away from her face, and behind her ear, giving him slight glimpses of her neck. They walked in silence for a couple seconds.
"Um... I don't remember coming this way,"
"Maybe you didn't come down this path exactly, but this is the quickest path back to the club. From there we could find the way back to your house." He lied. Of course he was taking her farther into the forest that surrounded Los Noches. Few people who went to the club came back out. When he was far enough in his own view, he put her under, catching her before she fell, and lowered his mouth to her neck, which was now fully exposed to her. She would never know what hit her.
Her blood tasted warm and sweet, slightly salty, flowing past his lips. She was getting paler with every drop she lost, and so much more beautiful. If she had looked this beautiful in life.
He was almost finished when he was interrupted by a searing pain in his shoulder. He hissed and turned around, dragging the knife that had been driven into his chest out. He growled at his assailant.
"What, kitty doesn't like being snuck up on?" He recognized her. 'What the-? She should be in London!' He was thoroughly pissed off now. With lightning fast speed, he was behind her, forcing her to her knees, his hand holding her hands together behind her back
"So, you want to play games, hunter? This could be real fun, you know." He disappeared.
"Why don't you find me? You're going to have to work hard if you're going to get me." She stayed put where she was, her face a cool mask of calm, her mind totally shut off. '
She seems to know what she's doing. Now let's see if she really does, or if she's just bluffing.'
"If I were to come up to you like this, what would you do, Lindsay?" He came at her from her front, in the form of a large Lynx, jumping at her unprotected throat. She threw her arm up, blocking his jaws, which then in turn locked on her arm, crushing it. He jumped back when she sliced open his side, and shifted back to human. They circled, and then he stopped moving. They had been circling so long, she hadn't even noticed that he had stopped, and ran right into him. He grabbed her by the throat and threw her up against a tree. Several branches got torn off as she fell. One jammed through her leg. "Now, do you really think you could have killed me?" His hissed in her ear. She instinctively tried edging away.
"You know, I think I know what really scares you, Lindsay. You tell all your friends in college you're not afraid of anything, and you teach you're little sister- Yes, I know you have a little sister - that being afraid is weak. That it makes it easier to hunt people out. That having any weakness makes it easy. I know what you fear." He whispered in her ear, seductively. He knew that to any other girl, any other wording, this would not be something to make someone tremble. Not for the reasons she was, at any rate.
"You're afraid of being weak. And then getting caught. Guess what? You're worst fear came true though, because I know what you fear even more than that." With that he clamped down on her neck, which she in all this time had not even tried to protect. She cried out in pain, and then passed out from the intensity of it.
Eros walked out of the shadow.
"Strife, do you always have to play with your food?"
"Only when it tries to kill me." Strife hadn't drained her totally; just enough that she wouldn't get up until morning, and by then he would have her miles away from the club. Harry cradled her body, lifted it, stood, and then disappeared.
He just shook his head. Strife was so messy sometimes. But for the most part, he was clean about it. Except he left the other girl alive. But barely. Eros walked over, searched her memory. No she hadn't known. He picked her up, then went back to his apartment at the club. He placed her in his bed, and then told her to wake up. Her eyes opened immediately. Automatically, she was defensive.
"Who the hell are you? Where am I? Where's Jeremy?" 'Jeremy? Where does he get these names.'
"You're safe. You both got knocked out by a limb that fell from one of the trees. You were both unconscious when I found you. Here, drink this." He handed her a glass of water, and as soon as she had finished it, he put her under, and drained what little was left in her. Strife hadn't taken a lot, but the time when he was fighting the hunter, she had nearly bled to death. He slit his wrist, then pressed it up against her lips.