(A/N): Hey Guys! This chapter was inspired by the song My World by Sick Puppies. It's a little bit dark, so beware.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognise.
Trigger Warnings: Self Harm. You don't see someone hurt themselves, but you do see the aftermath, which is described in some detail. Human blood, from the source.
Leo
For whatever reason, I couldn't sleep that night.
My mind wouldn't stop whirling- the others had fallen asleep ages ago, their deep, steady breaths the only sound I could hear.
Well, almost the only sound.
At first, I didn't know what it was that I could hear.
Then, I realised.
I jumped out of bed, as quickly and as quietly as I could- so, at the speed of light, and silently- and raced out of the dorm room, through the common room and out the portrait hole.
I listened again, trying to figure out who it was, before I realised that it was familiar, a hollow ache ringing through my chest.
When I took a deep breath in, I had to exhale quickly, shocked at what I smelt.
I set off running again, worried, and a little curious.
Within a few seconds, I arrived just behind them, and reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Brooke...?" She jolted, spinning around, and I saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, and the blood running from her wrist.
"Leo!" She exclaimed in shock, before following my gaze to the blood trickling slowly down her arm. "Oh, this? This is..." She trailed off for a second, looking panicked. "I tripped." She whispered lamely, and I stared at her, barely keeping my instincts in check.
Just kill her.
That wild voice howled from the darkest parts of mind.
No one will know it was you.
I shook it off, taking her forearm in my hand, gently turning her, pulling her closer so I could get a better look at it.
"You didn't trip." She stood completely motionless for a second before shaking her head, tears starting to well again. "You did this to yourself." It wasn't a question, I already knew the answer, having already seen it via my blood sensor.
I released her arm and bent down, carefully picking up the razor from the cold stone floor.
I slipped it into my pocket before standing, and looking her dead in the eye.
"Why?" Her gaze shot to the floor, before gradually making its way back up to me.
"Why not?" Both of my eyebrows flew up, and I may have growled a little.
"'Why not?' Brooke, what the hell could be so wrong that you'd want to hurt yourself like this?!" She stared at me for a second, looking slightly surprised.
"Everything. I mean, just look at me." She gestured to her body, and I scanned her, still remaining perplexed.
"What about it?" She rolled her eyes.
"I'm hideous." I let out a shocked laugh, shaking my head.
"You? Brooke, you're half-veela, you're in like, the top two prettiest girls I've ever seen!" She smirked slightly, sadly, knowing exactly who the other person I was talking about was.
"I'm a horrid person." She said with a sniffle, moving to sit back down on the floor where she had been before, but I grabbed her arm, the uninjured one, and stopped her.
"Maybe we should get that patched up?" I suggested, gesturing to the gash in her pale skin, her eyes widening.
"I can't go to Madam Pomfrey with this!" I rolled my eyes.
"Fine then, hang on tight." She looked utterly terrified and confused as I scooped her up into my arms, and with a single breath, I took off again, the slight weight of her not slowing me down at all.
Within a few seconds, I was outside the Room of Requirement, and another second later, we were in.
The room was smaller than the usual library I used with Remus and Elaine, more cosy, and there was a small table in the centre, with medical supplies stacked neatly on it, and two chairs right beside it.
"Welcome, Brooke, to the Room of Requirement." She gaped slightly, and I set her down carefully in one of the two chairs before scanning the supplies.
I took her forearm in my hand again, before looking her dead in the eye and dipping a cloth in a bowl of water.
"This may hurt a little." She nodded, visibly bracing herself, before I began to dab the wet cloth over her wrist.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" I winced, not enjoying hurting her. "Isn't there any other way you can do this?!" She whined, squirming, and I paused for a second, glancing up at her. "What?" She asked, suddenly still, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"There...there isn't another way..." She grabbed the cloth from my hand, tossing it back toward the table.
"Whatever it is, I don't care, just do it." My eyebrows creased together, and I pulled away from her, only to have her follow me. "Leo. Do it." My eyes fluttered for a second, before I shook my head.
"I shouldn't have brought it up..." She rolled her eyes, impatient.
"What is it?" I froze for a second.
"Something Shari taught me over the summer..." She raised an eyebrow curious. "Vampire venom has healing properties..." She stared at me for a second, before her eyes widened in realisation.
"Do it." She said, thrusting her wrist, still leaking small amounts of blood, into my face.
"Brooke..." I trailed off, unable to tear my eyes away from the enticing red liquid before my eyes, and she shook it again, making the blood drip slightly faster.
"Do. It." I took a deep breath, praying to whatever god may exist, and actually care about the prayers of half-vampires, that I didn't lose control.
I grasped her hand tightly, pulling her closer to me, the other arm slipping around her waist instinctively- so she couldn't pull away- and my head moved of its own accord. My tongue pressed flat against the wound, and the taste of the blood exploded in my mouth, tangy, and oh so delicious.
I could feel her heartbeat speed up, I could hear her blood rushing through her veins, and the second I managed to pull back, eyes still closed, something else met my lips.
Hers.
I was shocked, but still managed to press back against her lips lightly, the arm that was wrapped around her waist drawing her closer, my other hand releasing hers, and finding the nape of her neck in order to tangle itself in her hair.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I took in a breath through my nose, accidentally managing to smell something...
I twisted my face away from hers, burying it in the side of her neck, I tried to resist it as the urge rose, but I slipped into sensory alert... and my lengthened, sharpened teeth found her neck, scratching her lightly with the sharp tips, drawing a small amount of blood.
"Leo!" She cried out, and I tried to stop myself, but I was fighting a losing battle.
Her arms slipped from around my neck, her hands finding a place on my chest, where she pushed hard, as hard as she could, actually managing to send me back slightly, which gave me the incentive to keep moving back, and I stood pressed against the far wall a split second later due to vampire speed, staring at her with darkened eyes.
"I tried to warm you..." I whispered, and she just gaped at me, little droplets of blood starting to crawl down the side of her neck. "I'm sorry." I glanced at her wrist, which was only a faint scar now.
"And I didn't listen..." She murmured, watching me intently, taking in my new appearance, darkened eyes, widened pupils, skin missing all of its color, nails sharper and longer, teeth much the same as the nails.
"I'm so sorry..." I whispered, forcing myself out of Sensory Alert, refusing to look at her.
After about a minute, she stood from the couch, starting for the door before pausing, and turning around, only a few feet from me now, and I fought the urge to grab her, kill her, drink her.
She moved forward again, and I pushed myself further back against the wall as she rested a hand against the side of my neck.
"But this..." I stared at her as she did the same to me. "This is for helping me." Then, she placed her lips against mine again, and warmth spread through my body as we connected for a few seconds before she moved away again, not even glancing back as she reached the door.
I slid to the floor with a sigh.
"Fuck."
(A/N): Hehehehe, Leo's first non-accidental kiss...
This chapter has had minor edits made to it on 30/12/22 - Added the trigger warning and fixed up some grammatical errors