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WARNING: there's slightly stronger language than I usually use, and a bit more descriptive, but it seemed appropriate at the moment. please don't get me kicked off ff. net, please!
Sorry for the lateness of this chapter, but I've found that it's better for me to wait until I'm in the mood to write before starting a chapter, otherwise it comes out as a crap chapter that doesn't really do anything for the story. I hope you like this chapter!
Kick me when I'm down
Put me away again
Every now and then
Your bottle spinning my fate
As I hold my breath
And you say you don't want any part of this now
Where did it go so wrong
How could you be like this?
This it the last time but you don't hear me though
-Orgy
I knew, once hearing about Snape, who was the next person to talk to: Lucius Malfoy. I had figured, who would know more about Snape than the older Malfoy? After all, hadn't Draco said that he was an old family friend?
Speaking of Draco, the other vampire had been acting strange in the last couple days... I don't know what it is, but he would seem distant at times, not all there. I've tried to ask my lover about it, but the vampire had simply says that he just wants to get through all of this; he was fine. But, I'm not sure if that was all it was. However, there where more important things to deal with at the moment...
(Past)
Harold waited hours before Draconis finally arrived. He knew he should not have angered the vampire, but what was the point anymore... The vampires wanted him dead and Draconis didn't care if he were alive or not. He had thought that maybe things were changing, but they hadn't. Draconis was still the same.
He instantly became aware of the vampire when the door slammed open, nearly cracking the stone wall. Draconis closed the door behind him and started to undress, ignoring him. Harold grew more worried when the vampire laid on his back and simply stared at the ceiling. /what's going on.../ for the first time he worried he had an uneasy feeling about Draconis not bothering him, but he refused to leave his spot on the floor to join the vampire, not until it was commanded. But what if Draconis was losing interest in him... What if he had decided to give him to the vampires? What if-
Draconis cut him of in mid thought. "Cease your whining and come here," the vampire growled.
Harold hesitated, but then rose, shaking slightly with the thought of a bloody death fresh on his mind. Then he realized, he was more afraid of what the other vampires would do to him then he was of Draconis... While the vampire's presence was nowhere near comfortable, it was terrifying at times, it was better than the alternative. At least it seamed that way, at the moment...
"Crawl." Draconis' voice broke him from his thoughts as he reached the bed.
/what/ He was startled by the unusual command.
Draconis' icy eyes stared straight into his own, obviously having heard everything. "If you want to keep my attention, I suggest you do everything in your power to please me. I want you to crawl on hands and knees on the bed and suck my cock."
Harold was too shocked for a moment to respond; Draconis usually never cared about being touched, just required that he never try to resist him. Nearly trembling he complied. Draconis eyes were on him the whole time as he crawled from the foot of the bed up to the vampire's prick, standing straight. "Do it," the vampire replied, noticing the hesitation.
Harold slowly lowered his head to the tip, thinking about how many timed it had been in him... He wanted so badly for Draconis to suddenly flip him over and have his way. It was easier that way, he was not the one to initiate anything; he tried to squash the feeling that overtook him every time the vampire touched him, the lust, need, want... Harold looked up to meet the vampire's eyes and quickly lowered them as he lowered his mouth; in Draconis' eyes shown an arousal he did not want to see. "Use your tongue more," the vampire king commanded, opening his legs wider.
Harold had never seen Draconis like this... but he did as commanded pulling away in order to run his tongue up the hardness, sucking slightly when he came to the tip, causing Draconis to buck slightly under him. He almost thought the vampire was about to come, but then he felt the cool hand in his hair, pushing his head back down, telling him not to stop.
After a few more minutes he began to feel a pressure building in the hard prick between his lips; Draconis was about to come. Sure enough, after a few seconds his mouth was filled as Draconis came. The vampire then commanded him to swallow, when the creamy substance started to slip from his lips as he drew away. The consort did as commanded, while Draconis cleaned himself off with the sheet. Harold watched as the vampire king reached for his clothes.
"This was your last night of freedom. Hope you enjoyed it, mate." Draconis smirked and left.
(Present)
Draco's parents seemed to know exactly what we wanted when Draco and I arrived; to my surprise, they were waiting at the front gates. With somber looks, they ushered us inside, rather they hurried me inside, Draco followed. I knew instantly something was not right...
"You already know what I want?" I tried to make it sound like a question, but it came out more like an accusation, making me wince.
Narcissa nodded. "Severus has talked to us. Voldemort has your friend; Severus advised him that it would be the best way to get to you."
"To get me? I thought Snape was helping us." Will no one ever explain why he wants me? I'm sure it had to do with past, something I'm missing... All of them refuse to look at me. Even Draco. Why? Whose side is Snape on...
"You'll learn soon enough, Harry." Lucius speaks up, for once there's no sign of his lustful grin. Just the same seriousness...
"What if I don't. What if it's too late for Ron." I get up and leave the room.
Draco found me a couple hours later, in his room, lying on his bed. He had known exactly where I was the whole time, but had left me time to calm down.
/We can go get him Harry. I know where Voldemort is./ Draco replied, sitting on the bed beside me, but not touching me.
/Draco, did you know about Ron/ I asked him simply, trying to keep my anger down. It would not solve anything.
/I suspected it. It was most likely he had gotten a hold of him, although I wasn't entirely sure./
I keep staring at his ceiling, covered in dark tiles. Everything in this room is dark. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Draco is silent for a few moments. "I don't know," he says impassively.
"I'm going to save him, whether you help me or not, Draco." I look over to meet his cool silver eyes.
"I know."
(Past)
I wait for Draconis to return, but when the door opens there are guards in his place. They have come to take me away. Draconis really did give me up; he really did not care about me. He hated me.
The roughly haul me out of the room, not bothering to tie my limbs as they would with any other prisoner; I am simply human. And the King's whore.
I catch a glimpse of Draconis as I am being carried down to the dungeons to wait; he's talking to two other vampires and does not look at me as we pass. I felt what was left of my heart break then. I had not loved the king, but I had hoped...
The vampires wasted no time, by the next morning I was on the cutting block, trying to not relive last nights dream... A haggard old man that I had never seen saying that everything that would happen was my fault, that I left Draconis. I shuddered, but not from the dream.
I resisted looking up into the crowd, knowing what I would see; the people jeering and yelling. Some would be laughing. And then there is the King; Draconis would have that triumphant smirk on his face, laughing at me as well, that I may have started to fall for him... that I had started to give myself to him.
I felt more tears fall from my eyes, the same as the ones that had fallen all night.
I wanted him to save me. I wanted Draconis to be my mate... To care about me.
The ax was being tested on a block of wood for sharpness. It didn't cut all the way through, but the masked man raises it over his head.
I think in these last seconds... I might have loved him.