AN: you have no idea how happy your reviews have made me! I never expected to get such a good response to this story. (I had up WTC for about a year before I even got close to fifty...)
By the way, this chapter borders on HUMOR and has one of those odd scenes that pops into my head without reason... sorry about that. It involves a hallucinating Harry. I haven't figured out why yet. I hope it isn't too weird…
Btw (nothing to do with story): I got three new manga's! (most I've ever bought at one time) Eerie Queerie, D-N-Angel, and GTO! (does anyone know if D-N-Angel is any good?)
please review! they really help me!
The joy from my heart at our sudden meeting says 'Maybe it'll be over before I know it...' those forebodings scare me And then I gazed into your eyes Without understanding anything -Gackt
"Wakey wakey..." Draco's grin was feral as he looked down at the boy under him. He really had no idea how he had resisted bringing Harry here all these years.
"Sweetness... it time to get up. You have to eat." Still grinning he lowered his head to the boys neck, gazing at it before running his tongue over him. Delicious. He had no doubt that the sweetness underneath would be the same. Harry groaned in his sleep, but more from something else than from sensations that were being inflicted on him. He felt like his stomach was turning on him, the muscles cramping.
Draco frowned before it figuring out. He pulled back and shook him.
Harry woke to find a fruit square in his face.
"Apple?"
/Huh?/ he thought groggily. Fruit didn't talk... "But you are a very nice apple." And it was. It was probably the biggest one he had ever seen.
/what?/ Draco felt confusion, his brow furrowing. /talking to the apple?/ Draco stared at it to see if it was doing something he hadn't noticed. No... Just an apple. "Aren't you hungry?" Harry was still staring at it.
"Wouldn't that hurt you?" Harry's confused voice asked. Apples… /funny thing... wants me to eat him.../ Harry was hungry though. Very hungry.
"...No." before Draco knew it the fruit was gone. He hadn't even felt Harry take it. Draco decided that it was best to leave Harry alone for a moment; at least until this mild insanity passed. /must be the lack of food... Or possibly the blood loss./
After a few moments of lying there, still holding the core, Harry finally stirred. "Did I just have a conversation with an apple?" he asked, still slightly dazed.
"Yes." Draco answered.
"Why?"
Draco shrugged.
"Where did it go?" Harry stared up at him.
"You ate it." He immediately wished he hadn't when Harry's eyes filled with tears.
"I'm a murderer!" he sobbed. "I killed it."
/I think he's traumatized.../ Confused, Draco moved closer the Harry, pulling the weeping boy into his arms.
"Shh... it was only an apple, Harry." he rocked him slowly.
"But I killed him. Just like my cousin." Harry sniffed.
Draco stiffened. He hadn't... "Your cousin isn't dead Harry."
"But I pushed..." The rest was garbled as he said it into Draco's shoulder.
/What? Oh!/ "You didn't push your cousin off the a Harry. You know that."
"But-"
"I did it. I pushed your cousin off. But he isn't dead." Draco cut him off. Although, when he saw Harry's face he almost wished he hadn't said anything.
"What. I let my aunt and uncle treat me like shit without saying a word to my parents for something I didn't even do!" Harry tried to push him.
Draco relented his hold. /I guess his mind is back./ "I'm sorry for the pain they put you through, Harry, but he deserved it."
Harry, who had backed away from the bed, turned his fire green eyes on him. "Why! Why did he deserve it! He's never done anything that could warrant almost being killed! He can barely walk now!" So Harry exagerated a bit.
Draco felt himself retreat from Harry's tirade. He couldn't stand Harry being upset with him.
Harry stormed closer, using some of the strength that he had gained back during his nap and his snack. He latched onto Draco's upper arms, not caring that this vampire most certainly had the strength to kill him, and then some. Who was he to hurt his family! Why did these monsters bring him here! They were changing him; making him like this… "Why!?"
"He hurt you!" Harry surprised him by pushing Draco back onto the bed.
"How?" Harry climbed over Draco until he was straddling his waist. "How did he hurt me? Why don't I remember?" He felt more tears coming. He didn't really want to hurt this boy. He didn't know why he was doing this... But he wanted to.
Harry ground against him, exciting Draco and almost scaring him at the same time. Draco's father had known that his mate would be able to dominate him. No-one but Harry could control him... "He did this to you." he choked out. "He hurt you and I had to hurt him... Then I didn't want you to remember."
Harry froze. Terrified of himself, he instantly backed away again. How could he do this? Harry felt something hard and cold against his sided. The wall.
Draco watched as Harry huddled against the wall. He knew what was going through him mates mind. He slowly approached him, hoping he would flee.
"I don't want to be like this..." he heard the other boy mutter.
"I don't see anything wrong with you." Draco continued foreword.
"Nothing wrong?! How can you say that? Look at me. I don't attack people! I don't go around humping strange boys! I don't hurt people..." His voice lowered until the last part was whispered.
Draco sat beside him, leaning against Harry's side. "And I still don't see the problem."
Harry sighed, shaking his head. There was no point trying to explain it to him. Besides, he found it strangely comforting. "Hold me?"
Draco laughed mildly and obliged the request. "Anything you want." /Anything at all, Sweet. "You know that was starting to feel good. I think I like being humped."
Harry repressed a groan. /bloody pervert… giving me a bad nickname./ Harry surprisingly found himself laughing. /Draco.../ It was a different name. Maybe he would use it at some point.
/I should hope so./
Harry frowned. /stay out of my head./ He wasn't ready to be that close.
/sorry./
Harry stood up and shook himself, feeling the coldness now. It was still dark. "What time is it?" he asked, curious.
"Afternoon."
"Why is it so dark in here?" The only light was a torch that had been lit in the corner. There was a window but no light came from it.
"I've dimmed the windows. I like it dark." Draco replied, wishing that Harry hadn't moved.
"Vampires and the dark. Is it true that vampires burst into flames when they're in the sun?" Harry asked smirking. It might be a way out. Even if Harry knew, he probably wouldn't do it.
"No. But it's true that vampires can be set on fire while in the sun. Or out of the sun. It depends on when and where you want to set them on fire," he said it matter of factly, never mind that he had just done so to his own father.
"What about blood?" Harry had to know. Their was a vampire right in the room with him and at least one more in the house.
"Vampires won't die without it, though it is... hard to resist at times. A vampire sometimes can't resist."
Harry turned to him and smiled. "I want to go outside. Will you go with me?"
"Gladly, Sweetness." Draco teased.
Harry shuddered.
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AN: please review! they really help me!
By the way, this chapter borders on HUMOR and has one of those odd scenes that pops into my head without reason... sorry about that. It involves a hallucinating Harry. I haven't figured out why yet. I hope it isn't too weird…
Btw (nothing to do with story): I got three new manga's! (most I've ever bought at one time) Eerie Queerie, D-N-Angel, and GTO! (does anyone know if D-N-Angel is any good?)
please review! they really help me!
The joy from my heart at our sudden meeting says 'Maybe it'll be over before I know it...' those forebodings scare me And then I gazed into your eyes Without understanding anything -Gackt
"Wakey wakey..." Draco's grin was feral as he looked down at the boy under him. He really had no idea how he had resisted bringing Harry here all these years.
"Sweetness... it time to get up. You have to eat." Still grinning he lowered his head to the boys neck, gazing at it before running his tongue over him. Delicious. He had no doubt that the sweetness underneath would be the same. Harry groaned in his sleep, but more from something else than from sensations that were being inflicted on him. He felt like his stomach was turning on him, the muscles cramping.
Draco frowned before it figuring out. He pulled back and shook him.
Harry woke to find a fruit square in his face.
"Apple?"
/Huh?/ he thought groggily. Fruit didn't talk... "But you are a very nice apple." And it was. It was probably the biggest one he had ever seen.
/what?/ Draco felt confusion, his brow furrowing. /talking to the apple?/ Draco stared at it to see if it was doing something he hadn't noticed. No... Just an apple. "Aren't you hungry?" Harry was still staring at it.
"Wouldn't that hurt you?" Harry's confused voice asked. Apples… /funny thing... wants me to eat him.../ Harry was hungry though. Very hungry.
"...No." before Draco knew it the fruit was gone. He hadn't even felt Harry take it. Draco decided that it was best to leave Harry alone for a moment; at least until this mild insanity passed. /must be the lack of food... Or possibly the blood loss./
After a few moments of lying there, still holding the core, Harry finally stirred. "Did I just have a conversation with an apple?" he asked, still slightly dazed.
"Yes." Draco answered.
"Why?"
Draco shrugged.
"Where did it go?" Harry stared up at him.
"You ate it." He immediately wished he hadn't when Harry's eyes filled with tears.
"I'm a murderer!" he sobbed. "I killed it."
/I think he's traumatized.../ Confused, Draco moved closer the Harry, pulling the weeping boy into his arms.
"Shh... it was only an apple, Harry." he rocked him slowly.
"But I killed him. Just like my cousin." Harry sniffed.
Draco stiffened. He hadn't... "Your cousin isn't dead Harry."
"But I pushed..." The rest was garbled as he said it into Draco's shoulder.
/What? Oh!/ "You didn't push your cousin off the a Harry. You know that."
"But-"
"I did it. I pushed your cousin off. But he isn't dead." Draco cut him off. Although, when he saw Harry's face he almost wished he hadn't said anything.
"What. I let my aunt and uncle treat me like shit without saying a word to my parents for something I didn't even do!" Harry tried to push him.
Draco relented his hold. /I guess his mind is back./ "I'm sorry for the pain they put you through, Harry, but he deserved it."
Harry, who had backed away from the bed, turned his fire green eyes on him. "Why! Why did he deserve it! He's never done anything that could warrant almost being killed! He can barely walk now!" So Harry exagerated a bit.
Draco felt himself retreat from Harry's tirade. He couldn't stand Harry being upset with him.
Harry stormed closer, using some of the strength that he had gained back during his nap and his snack. He latched onto Draco's upper arms, not caring that this vampire most certainly had the strength to kill him, and then some. Who was he to hurt his family! Why did these monsters bring him here! They were changing him; making him like this… "Why!?"
"He hurt you!" Harry surprised him by pushing Draco back onto the bed.
"How?" Harry climbed over Draco until he was straddling his waist. "How did he hurt me? Why don't I remember?" He felt more tears coming. He didn't really want to hurt this boy. He didn't know why he was doing this... But he wanted to.
Harry ground against him, exciting Draco and almost scaring him at the same time. Draco's father had known that his mate would be able to dominate him. No-one but Harry could control him... "He did this to you." he choked out. "He hurt you and I had to hurt him... Then I didn't want you to remember."
Harry froze. Terrified of himself, he instantly backed away again. How could he do this? Harry felt something hard and cold against his sided. The wall.
Draco watched as Harry huddled against the wall. He knew what was going through him mates mind. He slowly approached him, hoping he would flee.
"I don't want to be like this..." he heard the other boy mutter.
"I don't see anything wrong with you." Draco continued foreword.
"Nothing wrong?! How can you say that? Look at me. I don't attack people! I don't go around humping strange boys! I don't hurt people..." His voice lowered until the last part was whispered.
Draco sat beside him, leaning against Harry's side. "And I still don't see the problem."
Harry sighed, shaking his head. There was no point trying to explain it to him. Besides, he found it strangely comforting. "Hold me?"
Draco laughed mildly and obliged the request. "Anything you want." /Anything at all, Sweet. "You know that was starting to feel good. I think I like being humped."
Harry repressed a groan. /bloody pervert… giving me a bad nickname./ Harry surprisingly found himself laughing. /Draco.../ It was a different name. Maybe he would use it at some point.
/I should hope so./
Harry frowned. /stay out of my head./ He wasn't ready to be that close.
/sorry./
Harry stood up and shook himself, feeling the coldness now. It was still dark. "What time is it?" he asked, curious.
"Afternoon."
"Why is it so dark in here?" The only light was a torch that had been lit in the corner. There was a window but no light came from it.
"I've dimmed the windows. I like it dark." Draco replied, wishing that Harry hadn't moved.
"Vampires and the dark. Is it true that vampires burst into flames when they're in the sun?" Harry asked smirking. It might be a way out. Even if Harry knew, he probably wouldn't do it.
"No. But it's true that vampires can be set on fire while in the sun. Or out of the sun. It depends on when and where you want to set them on fire," he said it matter of factly, never mind that he had just done so to his own father.
"What about blood?" Harry had to know. Their was a vampire right in the room with him and at least one more in the house.
"Vampires won't die without it, though it is... hard to resist at times. A vampire sometimes can't resist."
Harry turned to him and smiled. "I want to go outside. Will you go with me?"
"Gladly, Sweetness." Draco teased.
Harry shuddered.
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AN: please review! they really help me!