AN: This one was difficult to write...but I hate when things start off slow it makes me anxious lol I'm just adding the spicesssss! xD plez review/favorite/like this story if you want to see more, I really appreciate it! :3
Chapter Five:
Absinthe looked around and with a pout she stared at Severus, "I thought we were going to get my things from the club first…" Her voice was soft as she gripped the edge of the dining table in the center of the room they had apparated into.
She was feeling light headed and very weak.
Severus eyed her warily, "Dumbledore instructed me to feed you." His voice was curt and blunt.
Absinthe winced, I used too much energy when I showed off my animagi…
"Wait…Albus is forcing you to feed me?" She whispered, looking up at Severus whom was removing his black cloak with a flourish.
He gave her a curt nod and unfastened the buttons on his black vest.
"I…You hardly know me…" Absinthe hissed, unhooking her white cloak and letting it fall to the floor, it was getting to heavy, her darkening blue eyes locked with Severus'.
Severus noticed that Absinthe's pupils were dilating, turning her bright blue eyes into pools of darkness, "I was given instructions." He stated and took a step towards her.
Absinthe shook her head and gave Severus a small disdained smile, "You're not willing. I can only drink the blood of the willing, Professor." Snape halted.
She had called him 'professor'…that sent an odd tingle down Severus' spine. Swallowing he took another step forward, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his undershirt revealing the pale flesh of his neck.
"I am willing." Severus stated boldly. He had to do this. It wouldn't be so bad…
"You're only doing this because Dumbledore told you to…" Absinthe growled, narrowing her eyes as Severus' exposed neck before averting them to the floor. She was starving… it had been so long since she had fresh blood. It had been seventeen years, in fact…
Severus stopped again and let out an irritated sigh, "You're weak…you have to feed."
Absinthe glowered at the floor, "If I do bite you…you will see glimpses of my past…like a pensive…and I will be able to see your past as well… Are you willing to entrust me with that?" At the end of her question she looked up at Severus.
Snape was rooted to the spot…she will see into his mind…she will see all of it… "How much will you see?" He calmly asked, trying to keep everything together.
"It…starts off with small memories… like glimpses nothing too deep, but as time progresses it will be hard for either of us to stay out of the other's minds… If I feed off you it creates an unbreakable connection, which is why you have to be willing." Absinthe chewed at her bottom lip, feeling her canines get sharper with each passing minute.
Severus stared at the girl. Could he share his entire past with her? Now was not the time to ask himself…he had promised Dumbledore…
"Come." He hissed walking out of the dining area and into the living room where he waved his wand at a bookshelf that swung open like a door. There was a stairwell leading upstairs to his room, he ascended with a wary Absinthe close behind.
Absinthe peered around at the darkened room at the end of the stairwell. It had a large four poster bed, a potion brewing table and books…everywhere…
Severus opened one of the other doors in his room which led to a white tiled bathroom. He motioned for Absinthe to enter.
She stepped inside and looked around. The bathroom was pretty large and pristine. A large bathtub, sink, and toilet. All white. All clean.
Severus stepped in after her and closed the door. "In here…it'll be less messy." He whispered silkily.
Absinthe shivered and looked up at Severus. This man was going to give her his blood… why? Why did he want to give his blood to a vampire…? Is it because of Dumbledore? But the way he spoke…silkily…almost sensually…
"A-Are you sure…" Absinthe tugged at her bodice nervously, "…I mean-"
Severus was pulling his shirt off revealing the dark mark on his arm. Absinthe froze and blinked up at him. Severus gave her a disdained look, "I'm a double agent…for Dumbledore." Absinthe nodded, she'd find more out later, either through his mind or through Albus.
"Go ahead." Severus tilted his head to the side for better access.
"It's going to hurt the first time…" She whispered taking his hand and positioning him in front of the sink, back facing the vanity. Severus nodded, face a blank void.
Absinthe placed her slender hands on his broad lanky shoulders and got on her tiptoes, placing her lips on his throat. She felt Severus gasp at the contact, felt him shudder at her touch, heard his heart quicken through her lips.
She inhaled his scent and parted her lips as the sharp canine's punctured pale flesh…
Severus opened his eyes wide. It was bright…the most beautiful day he could ever imagine. There was a small girl with white hair skipping in a meadow, a tall thin man with horn-rimmed glasses trailing behind her with a warm smile.
Absinthe's eyes scanned her surroundings. It was a bleak rainy day. A small boy sat crying in his bedroom, the sound of arguing parents echoing through the entire house.
The small girl was smiling as she chased a white rabbit.
Now the boy was swinging in a deserted playground…alone.
The girl was in tears now. Black tears were running down her face as she held onto the rabbit she had been chasing. The man caught up with her and saw that her mouth was drenched in blood and the rabbit…was a mangled heap of flesh and fur.
The boy was reading, trying to block out everything around him. The feeling of loneliness enveloped his entire room, his entire being.
"I killed him…" The girl cried as she clung to the pieces of rabbit.
The man let out a small sigh and patted the girls' head, "It's alright Abby. You got too excited is all." The man smiled and with a wave of his wand another rabbit came hopping along and the girl sniffed and smiled sadly as she set the dead rabbit down.
The boy was always alone. No friends. No one like him… he was swinging again and kicking at the gravel beneath his small feet. Some bigger children came…pushing him down…kicking…screaming…crying…
"Am I a monster, Albus?"
Absinthe pulled away, swallowing the sickly sweet blood. Her eyes were wide and her breathing irregular.
Severus stared, wide eyed at the girl in front of him, "What…happened…?" He panted and winced as his neck smarted with a sharp pain.
Wordlessly, Absinthe grabbed a towel and pressed it against Severus' neck, "Sorry…they are deep…" She whispered, her voice light…almost airy as the fresh blood pumped through her veins making her whole body feel numb with satisfaction.
Severus said no more as he felt an odd tingling sensation throughout his entire body. His neck ached, but he could not tell if it was aching at the absence of Absinthe's soft gentle lips or the deep puncture wounds.
Pulling out her wand, Absinthe waved it over the bleeding wounds, heeling them instantly…though leaving marks. Two small black marks, almost mole-like.
Severus arched an eyebrow at the new marks on his skin, "Do you always leave marks?" He questioned, looking up as Absinthe wiped at her mouth.
"No…I've never left marks…" She drawled looking at the two dots curiously before looking into Severus' black eyes, "I'm sorry."
Severus shook his head and picked his shirt up off the floor, "It wasn't as painful as I thought it would be…" he murmured, more to himself.
Absinthe turned away, with a small smile tugging at her lips.