Lovers In a Dangerous Time
Chapter Four
Your Instincts
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"Please NO! Don't do this, she doesn't deserve it!" Harry screamed wildly as he pulled at the ropes that bound his hands to his chair.
Malincov smiled wickedly as he ran a hand through his greasy black hair. "Look at it this way, I'm doing you a favor. You have no idea what it's like to live forever and watch your loved ones die around you. Now you and this precious little girl can be together for all eternity."
The room was dark, the only source of light coming from magically floating blue candles that cast an eerie glow about the broken down room. The windows had all been boarded shut and a rather thick chain was locking the door from the inside. The smell of blood was thick in the air, Harry could almost taste it. Malincov was sitting on an over turned crate dressed in a dark red set of robes. Harry had been tied tightly to a kitchen chair, his hands were down at his sides and tied to the legs. Ginny, who was gagged and bound lay motionless on the floor.
"You can't do this to her, she had nothing to do we me killing Voldemort, please let her be!" Harry pleaded as tears ran down his face. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, just let her go!"
"A tempting offer young Harry." Malincov said as he reached into his pocket for something, "But it has become my personal goal in life, or death how ever you look at it, to cause you as much pain as possible." Malincov pulled his hand out to reveal a wooden steak, something Harry thought was an odd thing for a vampire to be carrying around. "It just won't due to kill you, no...your special. The thing that brings you the most pain is the suffering of others."
Suddenly Malincov jumped off his crate and stood before Harry. He pulled a wand out of his pocket with his other hand and released Harry's binds. Harry tried to jump up but was stopped as Malincov pushed him back down and pressed the steak into his chest pushing just enough to puncture the skin but not pierce the heart. Harry could feel a small trickle of blood pour down his shirt as he winced in pain. With the steak still positioned, Harry was tossed onto the floor and on top of Ginny.
"PLEASE STOP!" Harry screamed.
"It's a hard thing to resist isn't." Malincov declared, "Taking the blood from the one you love, it's a hard emotion to fight. Has she let you do it, has she given herself to you willingly? Has she said that she would be yours forever?"
Harry buried his face into Ginny's neck, "No."
"DO IT!" Malincov roared. "Make her your's, turn her into the very thing you have become."
"I WON'T!" Harry fought back. "She is innocent, she doesn't deserve this!"
Without warning Malincov took his steak and cut a deep gash along Ginny's leg spilling blood in all directions. Harry had to put his hands to his mouth to stop from screaming. "What the fuck is wrong with you!"
"The more you fight me the more I hurt her. Soon there will be nothing left but a pile of delicious young blood. And I promise you I will savior every inch of her. Unless you take her yourself. Go on Harry, you know you burn for her." Malincov taunted.
Malincov pushed Harry's face into Ginny's neck, instinctively his face contorted and his fangs reared. Malincov continued to push down on the back of Harry's head, egging him on to take her blood. Harry tried to fight him but Malincov cut another gash along her arm this time, spraying more of Ginny's blood, he knew she would die if he didn't do something. Harry hesitated for another moment, trying to clear his head as Malincov cut along her stomach this time, just deep enough to bleed but not disembowel her. Harry had no choice, with one last look into Ginny's eyes he pushed her head back and drank her blood.
"Good good, now to finish it!" Malincov said as he grabbed Harry's palm and sliced it open. He forcefully pushed Harry's hand over Ginny's mouth, dropping large amounts of blood into her. Malincov released Harry and stood back to observe. Harry turned over and pulled Ginny onto his lap and he held her tightly. Suddenly, Ginny's body convulsed then she sat bolt upright. She turned to look at Harry then plunged her new fangs into Harry's neck.
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Harry awoke with a start, beads of sweat were pouring down his face. His body was numb and sore as if he had just been running for days. He was more tired and exhausted than he had ever felt in his life. That was by far the most realistic dream he had ever had. He had the sudden urge to find Ginny and check to make sure her teeth were normal and her skin as rosy as ever. He pushed himself upright and had to shake his head to get a grip on reality. He reached over to his bedside table to find his glasses then put them on.
It took him a moment to realize that he was still at the Burrow, the surroundings were unfamiliar compared to the room he spent three days locked in, until he realized that he had been moved back into Ron's bedroom. Harry rubbed his eyes against the blinding orange Cannon's wallpaper and looked over to Ron's bed, he was surprised to find it empty. He flopped out of bed and pulled a pair of jeans over his shorts. He stumbled over to Ron's dresser to find his alarm clock and was stunned to see that it was nearly noon, no wonder Ron was long gone.
Harry opened the door slowly, expecting a blast of bright daylight to come shooting up the stairs but was greatfull to see that it was as dark as Ron's room, minus the orange clad posters. Mrs. Weasley made good on her word to cover all the windows and doors with thick curtains so that Harry didn't boil to death. This was only temporary as Harry planned on joining Lupin and Tonks later that night. As Harry stumbled down the stairs he was attacked by a large mass of red hair as he toppled backwards under Ginny's attack.
"Good morning to you too." Harry said as he fought to forget his dream and the urge to bear his fangs to her.
Ginny laughed as she rolled off of him and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "How do you feel this morning?"
"Honestly, like a bloody pile of dog shit." Harry said, "I'm exhausted, I feel like I haven't slept in days."
"That's what I figured, come with me." Ginny said as she grabbed Harry's hand and lead him into the kitchen.
Hermione and Ron were sitting around the kitchen table sipping cups of tea and watching a set of candles floating above them. Neither one of them seemed to be in high spirits, Harry supposed it was the lack of daylight and the mortuary feeling the house had taken on with all the black curtains. Harry's heart sank as he realized he was going to have to live like this forever more, no more sunshine. Harry was dragged to a seat by Ginny and pushed down into it. Ginny sat down on his right hand side, looking at him fondly.
"Hey Harry, have a good sleep?" Hermione asked lazily as she stirred her tea.
"Not really, sorry I slept so late, it's going to be hard to force myself to be awake during the day and sleep at night. My body is telling me its wrong while my mind is telling me it's not." Harry said.
"Are you ready to drink blood yet?" Ron asked as if this was the most natural thing in the world to ask someone. "I mean that book said not to go more than a week and it's been four days and you haven't had any."
"Actually the idea sickens me Ron. How can I drink someone's blood, it's just wrong." Harry said as his stomach churned hungrily.
Hermione's eyes seemed to light up as she got up from the table and hobbled into the living room, clearly her leg was still bothering her. Harry watched her as she picked up a book from the coffee table and headed back into the kitchen. She sat down, opened the book and started flipping through marked pages. "Now, I know I read in here somewhere...ah yes, here it is." Hermione said with excitement.
"A newly formed vampire will have difficulty adjusting to the idea of taking human blood. But once his hunger becomes so strong he will eventually tend to his needs. It is best to not allow a vampire to get to this point cause it is likely they will hurt someone in the process." Hermione read then set the book down. "If you try to drink some before you get to that point where you have to have it you run less risk of hurting someone."
"Do it for me Harry, I don't want you feel so tired." Ginny said as she wrapped an arm around Harry's arm.
"Go on Harry, I'm sorta curious anyways." Ron said as he straitened in his chair. "I'll even be your first...donor."
"Are you taking a sick pleasure out of me drinking blood?" Harry asked Ron with a raised eyebrow.
"A little bit." Ron said with a smile. "Your the first vampire I have ever known."
Harry looked around at their eager faces, "You guys are sick, but if it will make you happy I'll give it a shot."
Harry tried not to laugh as the three of them sprang into action. Ginny got Harry a rather large clean glass, while Hermione flipped through her book looking for the blood extracting spell she found. Ron rolled up his sleeve to prepare to be drained. Harry pushed the glass over to Ron and said, "Fill 'er up."
"Found it, the spell is, Sangious Telious. The book reads that you point your wand on the location you want to pull the blood from, it suggests your finger or wrist then pour it into the glass. When you want to stop just pull your wand away and break the link. Got it Ron?" Hermione asked. "Just make sure you stop it or you'll bleed to death."
"Nah, Harry will just turn me into a vampire so I won't die, won't you Harry." Ron said jokily. Harry shifted uneasy in his seat as he remembered this morning's dream.
Harry nodded and said, "Alright...take it easy Ron, don't try to fill the whole glass or anything."
Ron pulled out his wand and raised his wrist over the glass then point the wand over one of his veins, "Sangious Telious."
Instantly a slow trickle of blood started to drip from his wrist. Ginny turned her head away and covered her ears from the dripping sound. Hermione was more concerned with Ron as she watched closely for any signs of discomfort, her wand ready to stop the blood flow if she had to. Harry however was on the edge of his seat watching the glass slowly fill with bright red, thick blood. His stomach did another somersault as the the desire to grab Ron's wrist and suck him dry overtook him. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted to taste that blood, it looked like the best meal he had ever seen. His pure desire for Ron's blood sickened him at the same time, he had to fight back his gag reflexes several times.
Ron filled the glass almost half way then pulled his wand away from his arm, stopping the flow almost instantly. Ginny turned her head back around to look sourly at the warm blood in the glass. Hermione reached up to Ron's neck to test his pulse which caused Ron to roll his eyes at her. Harry however had the sudden desire to be sick all over the kitchen as the prospect of drinking blood rolled over him. He couldn't help but think that he was the worst vampire ever made.
"Go on Harry, while it's still warm." Ron said with a smile, apparently proud of his fine work.
Harry wrapped his hand around the glass and pulled it towards him slowly, willing his stomach to stop making noises. "Bottoms up." Harry said as he lifted the glass to his lips the smell of blood tickling his nose. Just before he tipped the glass he told himself, It's only pumpkin juice, nothing more, only pumpkin juice. Then in one daring move he opened his mouth and poured the warm blood over his lips. He instantly felt his fangs slip out of their holding, he could feel the lines on his face as his vampire nature showed it's self. His eyes burned as the metallic tasting blood spilled into his body. He could feel the warmth of it spreading over him as a burst of energy serged through to his very core. He finished off the rest of the glass in two large gulps then sat the glass down onto the table, feeling more alive than he had in years.
Ron eyed him closely as Harry's features returned to normal, "So, how was it? Need some more?"
Harry looked at him closely, tempted to ask for more until suddenly his eyes grew wide again, he turned his head away and threw up all over the kitchen floor. Ron pushed back in his chair to avoid being spattered as he retched again. Satisfied that he was done he ran to the kitchen sink, got a glass of water and drank it quickly. When he turned around he was surprised to see Ginny, Hermione and Ron all looking rather smug. Harry pulled out his wand and cleaned up the mess quickly, the sight of the blood on the floor made him feel queasy again.
Harry filled up another glass of water and leaned against the counter, "What are you all laughing at? I get sick and you laugh at me!"
"Sorry Harry, it's just funny...a vampire who doesn't like blood." Ginny said with a smile.
"Who said I didn't like it?" Harry asked then chugged back his glass of water.
"So you did like it?" Ron asked when Harry returned to the table.
"That's why I got sick, it disgusted me how much I liked it. I just drank your blood Ron, don't you find that..."
"Normal?" Ron finished his sentence for him. "Your a vampire Harry, your supposed to like blood...that's what makes you a vampire."
"Oh, very good Ron." Hermione said sarcastically. "It's just going to take him time to adjust to this, that's all. Lucky for Harry that he was able to stay himself through all this. Many vampires turn instantly evil and blood hungry. It's lucky for us that we still have our Harry." Hermione said with a smile.