Lust for Darkness
-Dark Obsession-
IMPORTANT NOTE: I've Combined my first three chapters in this one! Chapter four and five will become chapter 2
A/N: This story was inspired by the fantastic novel and movie, Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice. Mind you it was inspired not based on. There are many books and wonderful authors that have shaped my mind including that of Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. I do not own any of their magnificent creations and only try to write with such a skill and beauty as posessed by them. I intent regarding these chapters, is to make them short and many in number. I love to hear your thoughts and opinions, please do reply. -Azzy
Violet eyes burned with passion, and hunger. In the street were he stood, dressed all in black, he faded into the shadows. He growled menancingly at the sun that shined brightly overhead, cursing it, longing for the sweet clam of night. The harsh light burned his sensative eyes, but could not keep him from following his chosen prey. He watched the boy shift uncomfortably next to his father.
Next to his well known, affluent, rich father, Lucious Malfoy.
But he was no pick-pocket and the lure of money had long ago worne off. He surveyed him in disgust. He was hoplessly arrogant, foolishly loyal to the wrong side. He had an eye for looks and found Lucious rather unappealing with his long hair and square jaw. His son though... The boy was thin and muscular of build, his pale blonde hair fell into his steel gray eyes. Young, fresh of blood and containing a certain air of darkness. A darkness that called to the blackness he felt inside.
He smiled smugly when the boy broke away from his innatenative father and disappeared ito the crowd. Shrugging his cloak over his head he stepped out in to the stream of people and began to to follow the scent of Draco Malfoy.
Draco tried, with all the patience he had within his being, not to scream at his father. The man could not see anything, so blinded was he by his predjeduce.
The Head position at Hogwarts was quite an accomplishment, but all his father cared about was the mudblood who would stand beside him as Head girl. Wasn't it enough that he had been pouring almost all of his efforts into his school work to acheive this? No, he thought bitterly, it was never enough. His father clutched at his cane tightly, his nuckles becoming white. Lucious probably wanted to strike at the fool in front of him rather like he struck Draco.
Why had they bothered to visit Hogsmede anyways? The streets were busier than usual and Draco found himself bored. If his only his father hadn't insisted he come. Draco could have refused but he hesitated to test his fathers anger as of late. However, he was loathing to sit around and meet one more associate of his fathers; most likely a Death Eater. Siezing his chance he ducked behind a grotesquely fat man and weaved his way thorught the many bodies lining the street.
Draco already knew his destination, the shreiking shack. He could be alone there, and thats exactly what he wanted right now.
He glided through the crowd with practiced ease and walked closer to the boy. His hunger was ignited by the sight of Draco's smooth flesh. Too close, he thought when he caught a wiff of the boys scent. It was such a rush, tempting fate this way.
Feeling satisfied he withdrew to the streets edge and watched in eager anticipation. A soft noise of frustration left his lips when the boy stopped at a store front. He was impatient to get the boy alone, he longed to posess him. But he would wait, blending in as he had learned to do so many certuries ago. His attention was absolute, as he watched his little obession trade insults with a boy outside a colorful joke shop. So focused was he, that he remained unaware of a hooded figue making a beeline towards him.
People parted subconciously for the feminie body wrapped in black from head to toe. She crackled with energy as she sashayed closer to him. At her neck a silver clasp held her cloak in place, and allowed it to sway gently at her sides. She smiled, although her smile could not be seen in the shadows of her hood. She knew his mind, knew his hunger.
"Pyramus" She purred from behind him. He turned to face her allowing his hood to slip back slightly. She waited in the alley, her hood pulled down revealing her features.
Her face was framed by red ringlettes of hair. Hair, he mused, that he once ran his fingers through possesively. Her full lips were partly open in an invitation of sweet seduction. Once he would have given anything to kiss her. Velevet green eyes regarded him with quiet amusement.
"Astarael" He murmered, rather reluctantly. "Mmm.. Pyramus its been so long." Astarael said, while pulling him into the alley. Resigned to losing his prey he followed her back into the darkness. "Did you not miss me?" She asked, her voice sweet and her lips slightly pouted. "No, Astareal. A century without you has been wonderful, and I could have standed never seeing you again." Once this had not been so, but time changed hearts and a century was a very long time.
She pretended hurt, placing her palm against her heart. "Now Pyramus... surely you cannot mean that." Astarael said smiling coyly. "No," He murmered stepping back from her. "I've never cared for your pleasures Astarael."
A hard gleam appeared in her emerald eyes and her mouth curled into a sneer. "Oh, Pyramus you always were such a tease." She said, but her light tone was forced. "Do you think you're better than me? You are hunting, are you not?" Astarael hissed with sudden vehomence.
Small flames of anger began to churn inside his stomach, burning and growing larger. He locked his eyes with hers, his violet irises smoldering with the repressed rage. It was Astarael who looked away, he noted with a flicker of pride. Gods how she incited his rage! She judged him, as if she knew his heart. "I hate what I am, what I am forced to do!" He growled at her, whille grabbing his black hair as if to anchor himself against the rising wave of madness.
"I pay for it everynight... in my dreams." Pyramus finished, his voice fading out. His body gave an involentairy shudder as he recalled his nightmares. Astarael's smirk melted into a look of disdain.
"Yes.." She spat. "You may pay nightly, but the mortals pay with their lives." She said, eyes narrowing. "I don't take enough to kill." He protested, but Astarael would not allow him even this small victory. "Yes, and what about the times when you are too emersed in the blood lust? What then Pyramus? You feed, leaving them enough blood so that they may die, and die slowly." He shook his head silently, damning her because she spoke the truth.
"You are an animal," Astarael continued her voice rising with the intensity of her emotions. "feeding off scraps, living apart from them. You hide in the shadows! You are the same as me, Pyramus!" She said, nearly shouting now. "You cannot escape that! You cannot hide! You are a Vampire!" She screamed, and he felt a stab in his dead heart.
Yes. He was one of them... but he didn't savor it like Astarael did. It was a curse.
Her voice became soft and pleading "You are better than them Pyramus, you are their Master! Look at them Pyramus." Astarael cried, turning and pointing at the people that streamed past the alley's entrance. Her cloak swirled around her ankles and the dim light caught her eyes. She slided up to him placing pale hands on his chest. "They destory everything they touch. They destroy eachother, they even destroy themselves! They are so unhappy here. You are benevolent, its with kindness that you kill them. They look so peaceful in death. So quiet and so still... Come back with me, take your rightful place among the circle of immortals. Be kind to them Pyramus." Astarael finished, withdrawing her hands and taking a half-step back.
Pyramus was still, his eyes no longer smoldered, they burned with an inner fire. He grabed her slim wrist and slammed her body against the brick wall that lined the alley. His hands he thrust against the wall on either side of her red tresses. Astarael trembeld before the force of his anger. Her chest rose and fell quickly in nervous anticipation. Pyramus leaned in so that his whispered words would be heard.
"You are right," He said allowing his lips to brush lightly against her ear. "I am like you." He said and this time Astarael trembled not in fear, but in pleasure. She remembered back when they were loveres and his lips had left trails of heat over her body, and she longed to feel the heat again. He was close but she brought them closer, arching her body slightly so that she was pressed against his hard chest. But before she could give in to her hunger Pyramus spoke again. "I am just like you, Astarael," He whispered, allowing his tongue to gently gilde on the rim of her ear. She almost moaned, her mind becoming pleasently blank.
"A monster." He said and caught her eyes, momentarily imprisoning her in his. He turned and walked away, leaving her hot and breathless. He drew his hood up before stepping out into the sunlight. Regaining her senses Astarael raced after him, only to find he had disappeared. She smiled, resolute and grim.
"You will fall," Astarael promised "and when you do I will lay a kiss on your bloody and broken body."
A/N: Sorry for any confusion this has caused. All future chapters will be long as well. Love you all. Please r&r -Azzy