My review on 'Red Eye' for those of you haven't seen it and want to know): great acting, loved Cillian Murphy and Rachel McAdams was great as well. But the plot was too simple for me. The same thing could have been done on a 30 min. - 1hr tv show. Was only saved by the lead actors. But that's just my oppinion, I could be wrong.
I just realized '?' don't show show up on this sitewhen I use /. The last sent. in this chapter was suposed to have to have one...
Who will save the war child baby?
Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid,
Fine by me.
-Cranberries (war child)
Still can't recognize the way I feel (I feel, I feel).
Nothing of what you said to me was real.
And you still can't find the strength,
To apologize, (-ogize, -ogize).
You just go on laughing and telling everyone lies.
'Cause you wanted it all, you wanted it all, you wanted it all.
No, and there's nothing at all,
There's nothing at all, there's nothing at all.
Maybe if you could see beyond,
Your nose, (your nose, your nose).
Nothing of what has happened surely shows.
But your ego excelled and then your attitude.
And you went on laughing and shouting,
It's all too shrewd.
'Cause you wanted it all, you wanted it all, you wanted it all.
No, and there's nothing at all,
There's nothing at all, there's nothing at all.
-Cranberries (Still Can't)
Harry jerked awake, as the dream ended. Panting, he carefully extricated himself from Draco's arms and ran to the hall bathroom.
He immediately tore the shirt off his body and turned to look at his back in the mirror. To his repulsion, the mark was bleeding. The dragon on his back had turned a vivid red as small drops of blood fell from the lines.
An oddly normal sight greeted the morning as it arrived. Draco lay on the couch with Harry draped over him, while James cooked that morning's breakfast and Lily brought in the mail. The only unusual thing to an onlooker was the almost silent treatment Lily gave her son and his lover. However, this time it wasn't for the reason Harry thought it was. Or, at least not entirely...
Harry looked up as his mother reentered the house, tightlipped and silent. James called them in to eat, but Harry and Draco both declined. Harry had begun to eat a great deal less while he got used to being a vampire; he still had his favorites, but didn't really care about eating, most of the time. Besides, he would much rather stay in Draco's arms. Not to mention, Draco was doing some rather pleasant things to his neck.
Harry let out a long and low moan when Draco began to lick up his neck that caused his father to peak into the room.
"Boys, get up and come to the table." James said before disappearing around the corner.
Harry considered ignoring him, but Draco was already sitting Harry up on his lap. /Draco.../ Harry whined.
/Come on./ Draco stood up, causing Harry to wrap his arms and legs around the vampire to avoid falling in the floor. Harry pouted slightly over Draco's shoulder, but said nothing more.
"Well... that wasn't what I expected." James blinked when they entered the kitchen; Harry remained in Draco's lap when he sat, but turned so he could see still talk to Lily and James.
"Harry, I think your father meant..." But then Lily just sighed and gave up; there was no point in separating them. They would just jump back together the first chance they got. Hmm... Harry had not even look up when she spoke. "Harry, do you even know why I'm mad at you?" She asked.
"Because I'm gay, irresponsible, and secretive. Oh yeah, and I'm a soulless vampire who has ruined your happy life!" Harry hissed, finally looking at his mother.
"No, Harry." Lily ground her teeth. "I'm angry because I had no idea when you were. Mostly. You worry me Harry."
"You should realize by now, I can take care of myself. And if I can't, mum, I can guarantee Draco isn't going to let anything happen to me. You don't have to worry about me." Harry argued.
"I know, Harry, but I'm your mother. I can't help worrying." She looked down at her plate. "My eggs are cold." Lily frowned slightly before she got up to put the plate in the microwave. "So, you're back to wearing those grungy shirts." She said while waiting for it to be finished.
Harry looked down; it was the black one with the 'Cirque du Freak' advertisement. "It's one of my favorites."
"Harry, you a little too old to be reading..." James started to ask, but then stopped, shaking his head. "So... What are you plans for today, if you don't mind me asking?"
Harry turned around to look at Draco. /Snape? I want to talk to him./ he asked.
/Anything you want, Arris./ Draco leant forward to press his lips Harry's, nibbling on the boy's bottom lip, his mood obviously not having been broken by the change in location.
Lily resisted rolling her eyes and pulled her plate from the microwave.
"Did I just miss something?" James looked overwhelmingly confused.
"No." Harry turned back. "We're going to see one of my old professors on a personal matter."
James nodded, but then he began to think... "Harry, where have you been going to school, lately."
At that, Harry jumped up off Draco quickly and pulled the vampire out the door with him, ignoring his father's yell of 'Harry!' behind him.
Snape was resting on his leather couch, reading a book when he heard a loud bang on his front door.
/Open the door./ Severus heard drift through his mind; he immediately knew who was on the other side. He begrudgingly trudged to do as he was commanded. /If he wasn't.../ But Snape left the thought there; a person could never be to sure they were completely alone in their mind. Especially him.
"What do you want?" Snape asked.
"Let us in." He stood to the side to let the two younger vampires by.
"Would you like refreshments? I'm sorry to say I'm fresh out of blood." Snape sneered while walking into the kitchen.
Harry gave his lover a curious look.
"Remember when I said not all vampires like blood?" Harry nodded. "We'll Sev abhors it; it's part of why he has such a charming personality. He partially starves himself, has done it for as long as I have known him."
Harry looked slightly worried. "Isn't that dangerous."
Draco shook his head. "Not to himself. At least, not physically. Remember what I said, lack of feeding does not kill us. Our bodies turn cold and eventually as hard as stone, but a vampire will be reanimated after tasting new blood. It is for the humans and his mind you have to worry about. Nevertheless, as I said, he only partially starves himself. He finds my parents when it becomes too much for him."
Harry eyebrows went up. "I always simply thought he had some type of male PMS!"
"No. I do not." When Harry heard the snapping voice behind him, he jerked his head around and saw Snape behind him holding a bottle of wine and three glasses. "I do believe the Merlot is still your favorite." Snape thrust the bottle into Draco waiting hands.
"I have missed this." Draco happily filled the glasses while Harry watched. He didn't know Draco like wine he never drank it anywhere they went, or even when they were at home at Malfoy manor. "No wine compares to his. Severus makes it himself and I don't really see him that often." Draco explained while he savored the sweet taste of the wine.
"Oh." Harry simply said and looked down at the dark liquid.
"I have asked this before and I will ask you again: Why. Are. You. Here! You of all people, Draco, know you shouldn't be here!" Snape almost shouted, slamming his glass on the coffee table.
"You should really work on your temper, Sev." Draco drawled. "My love has a few questions for you."
Snape raised his eyebrow slightly and turned to the silent boy. "I'm waiting."
"Huh? Um, yeah..." /What did I want to ask him again/
"Get on with it boy, unlike some, I don't have all day. I have to teach today."
"I'm trying to remember what I wanted to ask, Snape! Why do you even teach; it's obvious you don't even like kids!" Harry narrowed his eyes.
"I got the job to watch you and now that you are gone I'm stuck with it." Snape snapped.
"Watch me?" Harry said.
"Yes, watch you." Snape sneered. "Lucius Malfoy requested it when he found out you had been reborn. He knew Voldemort would be after you once he found out and I owed him."
"How did Voldemort find out?"
"I told him." Snape calmly took a sip of his drink.
Harry's gaze instantly shifted up. "Why the hell would you do something like that. You had to know the vampire wanted to kill me!" Harry snarled.
"I wanted my own revenge. And I really want for you to leave now." Snape's glared turned to ice for a moment and Harry couldn't help the almost frightened feeling that nearly overwhelmed him. Abruptly, Snape stood up and left the room. "Let yourselves out and lock the door behind you," he called behind him.
/I think we should leave./ Draco placed his hand on Harry's arm. He drained his glass then they both went out the door.
(Past)
Harold lay deathly still on the silken sheets, desperately wanting to sink into oblivion but not getting it. However, Harold was quickly realizing he would never win in this life. He had been born a prince, but his parents had not cared about him. They had seen him simply as an heir, his father especially. His mother had at least paid attention to him, if to do nothing other than to make sure he had the manners and traditions of a king. But nothing more. Harold figured that when he was taken from them, they simply decided it would be easier to just have another heir. His own mother had would rather risk childbirth than put any real effort into getting him back. Then when faced with Harold's kidnapper she fled for her own life.
And now there was this. At least his vampire captor hadn't placed him back in his closet after the branding. Draconis had let the large wound bleed until it started to slow. He had ran his tongue up and down until Harold's back was licked clean. Afterwards, Harold was surprised when Draconis slid down beside him and turned the boy to face him. Draconis' lips, still tinted red, quickly met his and the vampire shoved his tongue through the boy's lip. Harold choked off a moan as the coppery taste invaded his mouth.
The vampire pulled back. "Don't you dare try to hold back from me. You are mine and you will continue to give yourself to me." Draconis leaned and blundered his consort's mouth until he heard the boy begin to moan. /that's right... give in./ Draconis continued that way until he was firmly seated in Harold and had the boy cumming into his hand.
Later, Draconis had done another thing to surprise Harold. "I won't stop you if you continue to see Blaise," the vampire king said. "Just beware that if you do. It's his head on a platter. It's your choice." Draconis smirked and left the room.
Indeed Blaise had shown up later that evening.
"Harold? Are you awake?" He heard the other boy whisper.
Sluggishly he forced himself to roll over, wincing as he felt the wounds trying to open up and the unfortunately familiar pain in his ass. "What are you doing here Blaise? You know that Draconis is going to kill you if he finds you!" Harold hissed. /What is he doing/ He was glad to see the other boy was alive and well, but it was dangerous for Blaise to be anywhere near the consort.
"And it is my decision." Blaise growled lowly. "If I want to risk my life, Harold, I will do it and nobody is going to tell me otherwise. Not even you."
Harold tried to sit up so he could face Blaise. "If you don't care that you are going to die than don't you care that if something were to happen to you I would be alone again!"
"I'm sorry, Harold. I didn't consider that." Blaise reached forward to touch the consorts face, but the boy flinched away. "Am I not good enough for you?" Blaise felt his anger return.
"No! I mean yes! I just think you should leave before Draconis comes back." Harold pleaded.
Blaise let his hand fall back to his side. "Then will you at least let me kiss you?" the dark boy asked.
"I'm sorry Blaise; I cannot." Harry bowed his head so he would have to see the disappointed look on Blaise' face. But instead, what he didn't see was a look of loathing directed at him.
"Fine. I will leave you to your bastard of a mate! You deserve him." Blaise said before he slammed the door behind him."
Harold jerked his head up. /My mate.../