Zillah had wanted to invite some of his old associates along but in the end he had bowed to Ruthven's reasoning. The three of them getting into Dracula's lair was going to be complicated enough, even with Harry's magic. Finding it had been the easy part.
Now Harry found himself at the mouth of the biggest cave he'd ever imagined. The rock twisted and gouged by the elements and dwindling off into to a gap barely big enough for his thin body to wriggle through. The journey here had been terrifying. The thin light from his wand had thrown shadows on the walls, stretching out the stalactites which clung to the ceiling. At any moment they threatened to become the Count himself, or his minions. Ruthven had tried to tell Harry as much as he could about Dracula but it wasn't much. He'd shown him a picture; a rough wood cut of a man in a funny coned hat with a big moustache and then told him that this probably wasn't what Dracula looked like, only what he had allowed the people to think he looked like. Zillah had told him stories of the things that Dracula had done. Things that had chilled Harry's blood. Now in the twisting shadows of the cave Harry felt that evil and inhumanity he had felt in the storm. It seemed like days ago since he had seen Edward and he was beginning to wonder if he was exaggerating how Edward felt about him. Without the reassurances from Edward it was hard to believe someone that amazing could really be in love with him. The cave roof swept down before him and he left his thoughts to concentrate on wriggling between the jagged rocks.
The room he crawled into was huge. The high dome of the cave had been smoothed and its polished surface swirled and curved above him. The room was lit by sconces attached to the walls and Harry could just about see in the dim light that there were what looked like beds lining the edges of the room. He seemed to be alone. His breathing sounded loud in the echoing cavern.
He noticed that there were some sweeping curtains in the centre of the room. He approached them carefully. They seemed to create a small room, somewhere private, secluded from the outside vastness of the cavern. There was something comforting about the idea of hiding from the wide expanse of the rest of the hall. Harry waved his wand to move the curtains aside. There was a figure on the bed, even with the head turned away Harry could see it was Edward.
'Edward,' he gasped reaching for the vampire's shoulder. Edward turned his golden hair catching the flickering torchlight that dimly lit the cavern. His smile was brilliant and his arms reached out for Harry's embrace.
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Edward watched in anguish as Harry held Dracula to him. Couldn't Harry see what he was doing? The look of delight on Harry's face cut Edward to his core. Surely this hadn't all been an act? Had Harry really said all those things, done all those things just to lure his to Dracula? Edward caught the whisper of his name. No, Edward's heart sank and his stomach went colder still. Harry thought Dracula was Edward. He'd been glamoured. Dracula had made Harry think that he was Edward!
Harry held Edward close, relishing the feel of the cold hard body beside him. He grasped his thick hair and pulled his face towards him, kissing him passionately. Edward's tongue stole into Harry's mouth and Harry was surprised by the force of desire in his body. He pulled Edward beneath him and kissed back deeply. Harry felt so happy, so complete. Edward did love him. They were going to escape and it would all be all right again. He felt Edward move beneath him. Suddenly the vampire was pushing Harry underneath his own hard body. Harry was pinned down with incredible strength and hungry, painful fingers touched his body. Edward seemed wild with desire. Harry felt confused; Edward had never wanted to hurt him before. Even at their most passionate Edward's advances were born out of lust, this felt all wrong, it felt like something else.
Edward's tortured gaze saw Dracula pin Harry's body beneath him. He could only look on while the Count wriggled down Harry's body, his head resting between his thighs. He saw Harry's back stiffen, his hands grabbing the coverlet and was glad he could not see what the Count was doing. He could hear it though. The smacking and slurping sound nauseated him. He longed to shout out, to avert his eyes but they were held with the same sickening hypnotism he had felt early. Dracula wanted him to watch. Watch as he showed Edward what he meant to Harry.
Harry arched under Edward's mouth his desire mingling with a mounting sense of unease. His body urged him on towards orgasm but his mind was alert and wary. He put his hand to Edward's head, trying to gesture to him to slow down, to kiss him again, to reassure him. But Edward ignored the hand, swatting it away and then capturing it and pinning it painfully to the bed. Harry knew at that moment that the creature on the bed with him, the creature sucking and licking at his most intimate parts was not Edward.
'Stupefy!' Harry whispered hoarsely. The creature on the bed looked up at him. Its eyes were not the gentle topaz of Edward's eyes. They were blue like the deepest ocean. It pulled its mouth from him and smiled. It was a sick and lascivious smile. It bent its head to him again. This time Harry shouted, 'STUPEFY!' the creature staggered back from the bed, falling to the floor. Harry watched in horror as its shape rearranged itself into that of a boy much younger than himself. Harry got up, pulling on his clothes and running away from the dais. He had to move before that thing had him in its control again. He fled through the only door he could see.
Edward fell back on the cushions, feeling Dracula's hold on him weaken. Harry had known, he smiled. He had known that that creature wasn't Edward. The Count picked himself up from the floor rage rolling off the frail body like a tidal wave.