Last Impression
By Angelis-Sensei
Challenge set by Plot Bunny's Helper (AKA Blackest Grim)
AN: Final Fantasy Unlimited is one of the greatest anime I've seen! You must see it. (Hence the reason I haven't updated in a while.) If this is a little different than normal, blame it on FFU!
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Key:
"Talking."
Thoughts.
"Parseltongue."
Chapter 8:
Dearest, Darling
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"Salazar... something's happened to me. Father... he said it was because of who he was and who mother was..." he trailed off, gritting his teeth together, his claws tearing at his clothes on his back, desperate. Suddenly and almost fluidly, large red feathered wings erupted from Benjamin's lithe back.
"By Merlin's beard... you're a right Red Devil, aren't you?" Salazar cursed.
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"Red... Devil?" Benjamin asked slowly as he panted from all the energy spent. He looked up to the potions master, slightly worried about the man's reaction.
"Yes," Salazar answered shortly. He stayed silent for a while, pushing his hair over his shoulders, then looked back at the Prince. "Red Devils are often thought of as the most powerful Vampire due to their genetic make up. Since they have their wings, claws and fangs available to them at all times, rather than the Elder Vampire which is only able to use them on the nights of the full moon.
"Not subjected to the weakness that all regular Vampires have – the sun – the Red Devils are only usually killed by means of a stake through their heart." The dark haired man touched Benjamin's bare chest, tracing over where the teen's heart was located. "As you well know, that will be a rare occurrence, since not many know of your existence. Your breed is just about as rare as mine, Grim. But your kind aren't and were never as actively hunted as my kind were."
"Hunted!" the redhead breathed. "But why? Why would they be hunted since they only have vampire forms on the full moon?"
"Hunted by werewolves, Prince Grim... not by humans. No, they wouldn't be able to kill my kind. The werewolves hate my kind because we also transform on the full moon. It's said that if a werewolf kills an Elder Vampire, they receive all of the powers from the Vampire." He snorted, amused by the thought. "Which is quiet untrue and lunatic." Salazar laughed, "Well, then again, isn't a werewolf always like that?"
Smiling slightly, Benjamin was uncomfortable yet again in front of his professor. He was usually the one that was playing with the minds of the other person, not like this. He was sure he'd get over it soon.
"Sir?" he asked, fingering his now red hair in his lap. "What about Professor Lupin? Did he know that you were... an Elder Vampire?" He still couldn't believe that such a creature still existed in the world as Salazar Slytherin. Benjamin still wanted to know what he would have to do for feeding now that he was a different "sort" of Vampire.
"Oh, yes. Lupin did know, but he was smarter than the average werewolf, you see?" Salazar smirked, tilting up Benjamin's chin so that he could see the younger's eyes. "He was fine with me being what I was – he got his potion out of me, he still does, in fact. All he wanted me to do is not to turn any of the students. I think he was mainly concerned about you, now that I think of it.
"The two of us knew that you were different than a normal human the very second that you stepped into these halls." Salazar finished, pulling the other close to him, running his fingers along the soft feathers, burying his face into the soft silken hair.
"The first of the original Red Devils had been created by the mating of an Elder Vampire and a Darkling. Since I am the only Elder Vampire left, and I have only had one lover, I can be sure to say that you are not my child. Which is a relief, I must say. Your father, however... seems to have a bit of my kind's blood in him adding onto the power he has as the Grim Lord. The power in his blood must have been what caused the reactions between the blood of your mother and his when you were conceived.
"Certain blood has unique properties that, if set off, it's properties expand to fit the needs of the other blood's properties. One example of blood that cannot mix is Dragon blood and werewolf blood. Can you think of why that may be?"
"Ah..." Benjamin thought quickly, not expecting to be asked a question of this sort. "Because of the Dragon blood's silver content and the werewolf blood is corroded when it's infused with silver, sir." His voice was deeper than when he'd last remembered, but at least it wasn't cracking as it had been.
"Good, very good," he purred, his hands now exploring the redhead's tail, the feel of it was such like silken water, slipping through his hands. "You're well learned, Grim Prince," he hissed into Benjamin's ear softly.
Moaning at the touches he was receiving from Salazar, Benjamin's body melted against the other's black robes, yearning for more. His father had told him that most Vampires mated around the ages of twenty to thirty years. He was nineteen currently, a bit too early for that, he noted absently.
"My, what a vocal creature you are," Salazar drawled in his deep voice. "You're fine with this, aren't you?"
What a sudden question, Benjamin thought. "I'm fine, yes." He nodded as a physical affirmative as well. What was he to say to his father if he asked what he was thinking when he mated with someone at such a young age? Or perhaps Salazar wasn't planning on taking it that far – it didn't seem like he was, from how he had reacted earlier that day.
Salazar was possessed by the Prince's colour; in the teen's hair, eyes, wings, tail... Merlin, he was beginning to feel the bloodlust creep up on him as he continued to runs his hands over the silken blood that filled his vision. It was an odd occurrence at his age, the bloodlust. Normally, he was unaffected by it until the night of the full moon, which wasn't until the following Friday. The boy said he didn't mind, so he might as well help himself.
The brunette sunk his elongated fangs into the silver-tinted skin at the crook of the neck. Such a sweet taste, the Founder noted in awe. It was intoxicating, this taste. Once he drank his fill, Salazar pulled away slowly, his eye lids heavy over his eyes. He hadn't had blood like that in over nine hundred years!
"Sir?" Benjamin questioned, when he saw the potions master droop forward, burrowing into his bare chest. "...Salazar?" he asked a little louder than before. He shook him slightly – no use. Sighing, Benjamin was glad that they were positioned on the carpeted floor rather than the stone that took up most of the castle.
So, he settled slightly, readjusting his wings so he could cover them both with them. It was an odd feeling, being in this body that he was very unused to. Such sudden changes didn't occur too often like this! Chuckling lightly, Benjamin laid his head down on top of Salazar's as he fell asleep. He would go down to the Forbidden Forest as soon as all the students were in their classes so that they wouldn't be able to catch him out under his invisibility cloak that he'd gotten from Dumbledore in his first year.
To Be Continued…
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