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Important.
This fic is inspired by the song Aerials by SOAD. I have no right on the track or on the characters. This was done without profit.
Summary:
The silver triumph in his eyes is visible, the happiness of having achieved what he wanted, a mass of vanity, pride emerges in the incipient fangs surfacing in faint smile. The child's face contrasts with the grim look that release silver eyes.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. JK Rowling's all
Setting: UA (?)
Couples Harry / Draco,? / Draco
Rating: M
Warnings: Blood, violence, sexual themes, dementia, death of a character.
Lyrics: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jd9UhvBIKG0
Word Count: 3016
NOSFERATU
have headphones on, his Apple iPod played one of their favorite songs from SOAD, hums continuously, while looking through a window, his face glued to image abroad. A sigh from her mouth, and the sound of 400 watts defragments your headphones, just look at the cloudy night, as an irony, no moon, just something that irks him.
the night even darker, put you to sleep at 24, is on the verge of graduating, but sees soon the arrival of this event, to dip deeper into his seat as a routine look at the window again.
The difference is that you no longer see the night or the surrounding streets that pass in front of him, a blur, as steam, is glued to the window that minutes before he saw with insistence.
identifies only the hint of a face, the reflection of light is explained clearly and concisely, Harry is not for fantasies.
student Harry Potter university law Cambridge, Oxford fully street, right in London's Soho, the dream of every college student, one of the best universities, will best people, the future of London gathered in a great center of learning.
Still feel that this is not enough, that something is missing, Harry is no dream, but Cambridge was the first and got it, now your life and has no motivation, look at the stained window, is now almost clean. A year is repeated continuously, just that lack.
insistent Turn the window remains the same but that's not what bothers looking for something, something other than not your thoughts, which in itself is depressing, is something that is uncomfortable just entered the Hammersmith & , City Line (1), just sat at the rickety chair.
Plata, wrists looks a string hanging from one of them is silver, a cross falls as a string, not a Christian, but that chain hanging from his wrist is important, a memory as an object, so it remains. On the other wrist Chinese tattoo, just a few characters to each other without meaning, for him, part of his life. Inspects it always does, is a hobby.
Now it feels so strange, as if that were not his body, as a farewell, do not want to know more, the insistence of his reflections on the window to see him so uncomfortable alarming, but it scares reveals, breathing is a high-decibel entertainment, the bag at his side barely weighs just a few books and a notebook, the BlackBerry is apin ado the chaos that makes up the union.
Check the mini computer and other times at the small device, not interested in your mind is out there, your mind is insistent on the window, immutable.
The same song from which came echoes in his head, he repeated, once someone told him that this was a symbol of madness, at the time it took him no importance, neither worried now, but what remember, clear message that this too far gone.
Repeated soon will not be long your stop is at Moorgate station , (2) skeptic check that everything is normal, that is not crazy, that window has not quite different from other , it's all because of fatigue, of the university, their thoughts are absurd.
One last time is about to go down, your stop is just minutes from the metro, turn around and this time, something changes and fixed a clear reflection, a silver eyes, dead eyes, skin Pá ; lida sick, the baby-faced, and centuries old. Any contradiction.
Baja without haste confident and relieved, the final plan so sardonic smiles to himself, walking the small streets with neglect this dark night is in full swing , looks grim where it should be the moon, but not seen. the sky is overcast. It reminds himself.
laughs hysterically, the tranquility you feel there is a balm, his soul cries freedom. But he realizes that something observed not far away, not closer. There is no hiding from view. The feeling that I was suffering becomes harder.
Listen all, the desolate streets, no sound, but listen in spite of having the headphones on, suspicion. Aerials (3) is repeated strong and steady in spite of that, listen to what's out there, the song makes fun of him, Harry is not for that, there are coincidences.
A bag dancing in the wind, beyond, drops of rain last fall, near him a elusive mice scurry from garbage cans, and the continued pounding of shoes against the pavement, not yours to a stranger walking down the same path as him, there is nothing wrong with that.
Your body moves just like it is not about to commit the worst mistake of his life, but want to know, and his curiosity is stupid to say, the fault lies with their genes.
With parsimony turns his face, his gaze is guided by small beams of light, a lantern near the desolate track.
canvas shoes, black pants keeps climbing, white shirt and black tie, a uniform confirms his mind, school, a boy of only fifteen, sixteen, quiet sighs, his face, his gaze assessing this, absolutely pale, gray eyes, blond hair. Nothing unusual, a rebellious teen in plan, safe after school ah lost in central London as any boy defiant before the house rules.
Harry recalls its own outputs, uncomfortable smiles with a hint of complicity, the other looks at him and his body shakes those eyes are strange, and smiles. The rare smile he has seen, a grimace that distorted the harmonious combination of mortality.
Repeat is normal, your body more trouble walking, their spirits have returned to those before, and feel heard as echo shoes on the pavement as if to follow, Fear not, it's pure curiosity.
says are his eyes, silver white pequeñoy the ethereal body that might walking on eggshells, not to turn and get lost in that sea of mercury, his mind would be lost.
Stubbornness is absurd, do not cry your soul, your body says otherwise, insisting the press goes crazy in his head headset volume to maximum, yet listens, looks at the sky and sees nothing more than silver, is torture, continuing steps desperate.
Aerials, in the sky, When you lose small mind, You free your life (4) the world laughs him, then he will laugh in the world, a laugh out of his mouth desperate, hysterical, painful, his body convulsing dropped, as a human plunder.
kneels and asks, begs to be left in peace, not torment him and his eyes are silver, everything around is money, and steps continue to be close behind s of him, his hand is stretched out a hand, asking your body and soul. And accept a contract under seal certain death and a life away from the monotony of Oxford Street.
His eyes are riveted on the other, a power he did not know inside emerges strong and decisive attacks with the small infant's body and drag it over the desolate street, a empujóny the wall of an alley n supports the weight of the blonde, not a sound out of his mouth at some point in the full fury of the dark the other began to smile, sardonic way.
The silver triumph in his eyes is visible, the happiness of having achieved what he wanted, a mass of vanity, pride in the incipient fangs emerge in the thin surfacing smile. The child's face contrasts with the grim look that release silver eyes.
The previous stroke and felt just a touch, a caress, the tan has not even been fully realized his mind anywhere silver sea, less present there.
Cravings run the adult body of a man of 24 years, desire for that child of tender years, the infamous teen hundred years.
A kiss, the fight begins, Harry has kissed pressing hurried, with devastating rage and anger, something that excites him the most, from the moment he saw him climb, I knew the subway and not let it go until the lash but even this could not now seems to hate him, something that makes you feel wanted.
His lips burned, it hurt and her lips were scrubbed without consideration, and left him fascinated, Harry kisses without interval, without forgetting anything. Small bites and hits the wall against which it rests, and tries to hurt as much as you can, break the school shirt with his hands while the pristine spider chest, his marks are recorded in the porcelain skin, and wounds, the blond moans inadvertently abuse your body suffers.
Al blonde does not care about your body. Destroyed it is not interested at all, only want the small pleasure of feeling that body in his arms, between his legs.
Harry starts the yellow pants, does not think that has lost its mind and released his life, iPod and the headphones have gone crashing to the floor, the hands of blonde walk each other's arms, black hair disordered squeeze a vein in the neck like a pump.
The body is lifted into the air by the dark, tangled legs in Harry's waist and whispered in the ear of Harry, Draco says again and again that is my name repeated like a spell, the dark repeats it, Draco.
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Harry is dressed in full has not had the slightest interest in undressing and feel the skin of nude blonde, not that, it is only desire and the other likes, so we have chosen. For lack of feeling, by the devil hidden in the brown skin. What has been released.
Draco wants to draw in the other's body painting is there in front of you in those little veins throbbing, life in their hands. The long nails of his fingers cut the fabric and the skin in front of you, tears apart the shirt, brown skin lacerations and drink every drop crimson sliding between their bodies.
Harry learns that his body is being torn apart just know that your belly, his erection is about to explode, taking in his hands, not in ma mind ; s minimum, the body pressed against the wall, and enters the channel that ensures satiate. Strong and without remorse. Enviste again and again.
Draco feels the pleasure of his body being hurt in the deepest hard pressed his hands on the sides of the dark, sliding blood throughout the body of Harry, Draco feels limbo the smell of blood so thin, you want to bite the tender skin until it dried Harry, Draco and again hits the wall at the envestida breathtaking.
The climax arrives for Harry, his neck is torn, Draco has bitten the neck skin voracious Harry, hungry and desperate, drunk every drop of blood from the body.
Harry screams of pleasure, pain, do not realize, just call out his soul vanishes from Silver and blood occurs that is the end. Ejaculated inside the child body, such as sealing the contract has been made.
Falls bled to death, the body stained red eyes open, a grin of pleasure insinuating into the open mouth, the memory of the moans of pleasure.
Draco wall holds its point of support has fallen to the floor uncontrollably, her bare feet tread the asphalt disgusting, disgust kicks it floods the body at his feet, passing over é l, laugh, naughty and guilty.
Naked in the middle of a desolate street, turns around the body that has filled, the blood still dripping from his lips, licks, savors the sweet taste sucks. Wait, do not know why it does, still waiting, no clothes, your clothes are torn and scattered in the foul lane.
Look at the body a few paces away, bends and turns, look in the eyes open, mouth open, even warm, the blood dripping from a few of the ribs and chest, pants open, his member down, even warm, take it squeezes it between his hands, with a vengeance with the pleasure of playing with him, tears and blood spurts, he hates to use it, having enjoyed it, no one has it right.
Look disgustingly green eyes who was his lover for a moment seem to hate them too, those other green eyes, spread his fingers, the position, touch the green eyes with two fingers, prints force, will disappear all traces of green that you hate.
- A show memorable
one can hear you laughing, Draco turns in search of that nasty voice, on top of a house, a man remains in the shadows; jumps without much hint of doubt, falls as if it were only a few centimeters, skill confirms that it is one of their own, a vampire.
- Nott, I never thought that follow me, you lost something Theo .- Draco laughs at her feet it was what I expected-layers and can help you.
Theodore Nott be seen, brown hair; and green eyes dark as night, the body of a man still young, beautiful groomed, pale skin dressed all in black.
- My creation, that I lost, you help me find it.
Draco laughs laughing, has escaped from home, bored and annoyed has disobeyed his master, went to a London street in a naked dead body now with a cold at his feet, big picture, before getting off the ground, cut the throat of his victim, the head rolls to the feet of another vampire. Draco sighs now going to give an account of his little weakness.
- Draco What a coincidence - Nott lifted his head and face shows maimed, green eyes look what prosecutors - has green eyes
Draco snorts, trapped in his own game, just look quiet as the other goes to him, slow and measured, giving you time to know what to do Draco is angry, hate the man.
- What would your father, Malfoy, if you would see if you like me - drives his green eyes in the body Draco teenager - a hooker gets screwed by any mortal, disappointing.
- My father did not say anything because he's dead Nott says absurdly hurt - I can not remember the night we killed him.
Theo laughs, fun, clearly remembers when shredding the body of Lucius Malfoy, a hundred years ago, quite a feat.
Theodore is annoying, beautiful creation in a dump like that, with premeditation disobeyed one of your orders, you will not forgive so easily, give your body a dirty mortal. The anger corrodes the hand holding pressed both the skull that bursts, your hand is stained with blood. A sad ending to the mortal who fell prey to higher beings.
Takes Draco's wrist, this says absolutely nothing, squeezes body strength and pulls the child toward him, angrily biting the neck pale skin, blood glides through the skin, baby nonsense, just for the hell of it, knowing that you are not going to deny anything , the body of Draco, Draco's mind.
Draco is yours, body and mind even his soul, his, created from his blood, in his memoirs. Draco knows, Draco is the vestal in their own sanctuary.
Take the blonde in his arms covered with a cape and jump between the roofs with their precious load.
Draco victorious smiles despite the anger of his master, that adores him and would never even covers it with his body feels good. You are not alone in that eternity.
Theodore hurt him, but this breathing so I must be fine because Theodore's all right, all right death, life is good. With Theodore everything is a piece that fits.
conspirator is a cold silence between two souls who wander into the misty a gray sky without stars.
(1) Hammersmith & City Line: name of the oldest line of London Underground
( 2) Moorgate : one of the stations throughout the subway
(3) Aerials: name of a song by SOAD
(4) Aerials, in the sky, When you lose small mind, You free your life: Aerials, in the sky, When you lose small mind, You free your life. Referring to the song you hear on your iPod
