Last Impression
By Angelis Raye
Challenge set by Plot Bunny's Helper (AKA Blackest Grim)
AN: Refer to my profile if you must see a disclaimer.
Key:"Talking." Thoughts. "Parseltongue."
Chapter 9:
The Night of the Full Moon
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So, he settled slightly, readjusting his wings slightly as he covered them both with them. It was an odd feeling, being in this body that he was very unused to. Such sudden changed didn't occur too often like this! Chuckling lightly, Benjamin laid his head down on top of Salazar's as he gently 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 as he went out under his invisibility cloak that he'd gotten from Dumbledore in his first year.
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W hen Benjamin awoke, he found himself to be in a bed, lying next to Severus Snape himself who was sleeping quite peacefully. He quickly looked at the nearest clock, a bit shocked: "10:47!" he yelped, sitting up, slamming his wings into the bed post on accident. Cringing in pain, he writhed, trying to keep quiet so that he wouldn't wake the man next to him on the bed. When the pain finally passed, Benjamin realized that it was a Saturday, not a weekday like he had thought.
There went his plan to sneak out to the Forbidden Forest. He sighed, his newly-clawed hands wringing the sheets on top of his legs. What should I do now? he asked himself. Benjamin slowly got off the bed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. He was glad that the potions master had a large enough shower stall so that he wouldn't knock anything over as he washed himself with his wings. Turning on the water, the redhead glimpsed himself in the mirror again. His horns were getting a bit bigger but everything else looked the same as he remembered from the day before.
As he washed himself, he noticed that his hair had a very distinct difference in texture than before. It fell more like a cross between silk and blood, oddly enough. No wonder Salazar had been so transfixed – any Vampire would after seeing something so close to blood like that. Even Benjamin himself felt a stir in his stomach as he examined it.
Shaking himself out of the trance, he began to look over his skin with that silvery tinting to it. Perhaps this was why there were more Red Devils than Elder Vampires... the silver content in the blood would make any werewolf think twice before attacking. There was only one way to kill his kind, he recalled: a stake through the heart.
What a painless way to go, at least... Benjamin remarked to himself.
Next was his tail. The teen was confounded as to why he had a tail at all. The wings, horns and claws... those he could understand as the Elder Vampires often had those in their transformed state. It was much longer than his legs, but there was enough muscle in it so that he wouldn't have to strain too much to keep it from dragging on the ground, thankfully. The fur was the same colour as his hair: blood red, and it also had the same feel to it.
Benjamin had to think about how to move his wings the way he wanted, as not to wack into anything on the way. Pulling them both forward so he could examine them as he had the other new developments of his body, he trailed his fingers down the damn feathers; it was again, the same feel as hair! He hadn't been expecting that, actually.
Finishing his shower, he turned off the water and opened the door to grab a towel. Pulling it around his waist when he was dry, he crept out to get some clothes from Salazar's wardrobe. There wasn't much to do as the older man slept in the bed, so Benjamin began to inspect his horns and teeth – just to be sure, he told himself.
His teeth were the same, except for his canines, which had gotten longer and sharper... but that was expected, as he was a Vampire to begin with. There still wasn't enough length to his horns that he couldn't hide them under his mass of hair, but they weren't small either. Benjamin was sure that they were supposed to grow as he got older – maybe they started growing when he became of age? He backed away from the mirror, regaining his balance. There was a large difference between the three major groups of Vampires, so perhaps there was a difference in each group's coming of age? He would have to ask Salazar that one.
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It was about a week later (Friday), and Benjamin had been cooped up in the potions master's room without a way out the whole time. It seemed as though Salazar was very protective (as well as possessive) about him. Tonight was a full moon and it would be the night he finally got to see Salazar's Vampiric form. He was very excited about being able to witness something that not a great number of people could say that they have witnessed that were alive at the moment.
Salazar came in that night, plainly exhausted and laid back on one of the chairs across from Benjamin in the main area of his rooms.
"Are you all right, Salazar?" Benjamin asked cautiously getting closer to the other Vampire.
"Yes, I am. Just the full moon that's wearing me down at the moment. It may not be the same as a werewolf, but I do need to feed on the full moon. I just don't have anything truly planned out for the night." Salazar sighed, running his hands through his hair a few times.
"You can feed off of me, I suppose." Benjamin offered, a bit awkward at the moment. The Elder Vampire looked over to the redhead, smirking slightly at the sight he made.
"I could do that. I just pray that you won't be scared of me in my Vampiric form, is all, dear." Salazar stood and wrapped his arms around Benjamin's waist, petting the young man's feathers slowly and rhythmically.
A few hours passed and the two were as ready as they could be for what they knew was going to happen. When the clock began to ring at seven, Salazar took to his room, locking it behind him. Benjamin banged on the door, demanding entry until he gave in and concentrated on the door and lock, willing it to open. "Alahomora!" he cried softly. With that, the door creaked open to show him the transforming form of his old professor. The Elder Vampire's wings were skeletal and leathery, emerging from the man's slim back; the cole-black horns curled around Salazar's head as they grew down to the juncture of his neck and shoulders as his nails grew into hooked claws.
Gasping for breath, the Founder kneeled on the floor and beaconed the younger Vampire to approach. When Benjamin kneeled down next to him, Salazar leaned forward, dipping his head down, revealing his long canines as he open his mouth. Benjamin breathed in sharply as the other's fangs pierced his skin, seeking his blood with a tongue. It was over quicker than he had expected as Salazar pulled him into a sitting position again, then carried him to the bed where they both curled around each other for warmth that night.
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After a few months of the same routine, Benjamin was really beginning to get used to his "new" developments in his body. The Winter's holidays would be upon them soon – sooner than either of them realized. The two of them also observed that depending on how much Benjamin feed, the rate of growth in his horns changed. Sure enough, as Salazar stated on morning, the horns were a sign of reaching his coming of age. They were around ten centimetres in length at the start of theholiday break when Ayashi Grim came to pick his son up from the school.
Benjamin knew that his father would want to know what happened and why he was staying with the man that he had known as Severus Snape.
To Be Continued...
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