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Taken II: Drifter	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4983 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Twelve:

Oh, it was hot… So hot.. He couldn't breathe…

He writhed against the stone floor, his breaths coming in quick pants, though it did him little good. The air within the room was scented, musky and thick with the horrid decay of vampires. Each indrawn breath stabbed panic into his heart and forced a panicked whimper from his lips.

Laughter reached his ears through a fog, slow and hard to concentrate on, though he knew it was directed at him. At how pitiful he must look, panting on the floor. He raised his lip in a delicate snarl, his head whipping around as he embedded razor sharp canines into the closest thing to him, a vampire.

The creature howled, more shrieks echoing its sound of pain as the stupid things became confused, frantic in their efforts to move away from the Allura. Scorpius spat the blood from his mouth, his stomach heaving as the taste of rot and stilled life landed on his tongue. He scraped his way to his feet and launched himself into his kidnapper, sending the heavy man off balance and onto the floor in a careless heap.

Furious, he lashed out with one fin, thankful for the first time in his life that his were so unlike his father's. His were not frail, nor had they ever been just for swimming. They were a weapon. Blood gushed from an open wound and Scorpius drew back, flinging his arms against the braver occupants of the room who tried to restrain him. He snarled as the fat man's words reached him, words of disobedience and punishment. He was beyond speech.

He snapped his head upwards as a new scent caught his nose. An overwhelming stench polluted with fear and pain.

Sparrow!

A small mew answered his hissed question as he pushed his way through the unlocked door of the scented room and found himself in a dark hallway devoid of decoration or windows. He perked pointed ears in the direction of a right veering tunnel before turning and forcing closed the door he had just come from. The beasts inside stayed far away, their teeth bared pitifully as he closed their exit with a snarl and set off at a run.

He ran for miles, his steps heavy and his skin prickling with unrepressed heat as his body continued to shudder violently in the cold corridors beneath whatever building they had been dragged to. He moved swiftly, from one empty corridor to the next, following only the soft whines of a distressed youngling until, suddenly, they stopped.

Scorpius ground to a halt beside an open archway that led in one direction down a dark hallway and in another, to a set of staircase. A woman sat trembling on the stairs, her blue eyes wide with fear. Scorpius ignored her, his fevered mind instead settling on the shapes and forms that were beginning to approach from the hallway.

A man moved into what little light there was, his arms clutched around a tiny form that reeked of blood. And of something… familiar… Something that belonged to him.

Scorpius snarled at the stranger, causing him to snap his head up and his black eyes to widen in disbelief. More men approached at the sound, their presence sparking against the blonde's nerves until he crouched slowly, a low growl a now constant sound from his heaving chest.

"Easy, little one," Scorpius' brought his eyes back to the dark eyed one who had spoken, a guttural hiss making its way past his bared teeth. "Easy, we are not here to fight you, or harm you… Come with us and we can help. We only want to help you and your friend."

"Mine!" Scorpius snarled, racing forward suddenly to snatch the small figure from the man's grip. Sparrow clung to him even as she shivered, her eyes wide with fear as Scorpius drew away from the creatures whose scent followed him like a perfume. Veela. They were Veela.

Something rose up in his chest and the Allura keened painfully as each step away the group he had just scented drove a spike of pain through his heart. Something animalistic in him had smelled something in that group… Something it now desperately wanted.

He fell to his knees with a desperate wail, his arms clutched tightly around the crying Sparrow. He glanced up with glowing green eyes, his fins snapping from his arms with a painful snap that caused the Veela to wince in pity.

"Help…"

The word was hoarse, an inhuman whine filled with pain.

Berma stepped closer to the spiking Allura, the scent of Heat thick in his nose as he tried not to inhale. He knew this was not his mate to take, but instincts were warring heavily with his own basic knowledge. The Allura was beautiful, even in the throes of despair and with tears in his emerald eyes, he was beautiful.

"Stop! Don't touch him!"

The shrill voice pulled him back and he retreated swiftly to his own group. He pushed them back slowly as a new woman made her way down the steps, pausing only to spit at the feet of the receptionist they had forced to show them Sparrow's cell.

The woman scooped back fiery red hair as she kneeled beside the panting Allura, her voice calm and stern as she caught his heated face between her hands and demanded whether or not he was injured. As she worked, another unfamiliar face stalked down the stairs and towards the pair, his black eyes landing on Berma for only a second before he, too, bent to help the Allura.

The Veela child was lifted by the red head suddenly, her cry one of pain that brought the other Veela forward a step in her defence. The redhead glared at them, before the child opened her mouth and spoke soft words in her ear.

"Yeh saved her?"

Berma nodded, "Or tried to, before the Allura came. He sees her as his own and it would have been the end of us to force him away from her."

"An' rightly so!" the young woman snarled as she watched Regulus help Scorpius to stand and lean on him. She cocked an eyebrow at the Veela. " I suppose ye'll be wantin' to know how Sparrow fairs, seein' as she's yer kind, so yer welcome to follow us back to the bar. I'll have no nonsense though! One wrong move and I'll flay yeh alive meself!"

Berma tilted his head in amusement as the boy behind the redhead snorted, his black curls shifting over his face as he half-carried the pale Allura up the stairs. Though it had not been the night he foresaw, Berma was more than willing to follow the strange pair back to wherever it was they were going; if only to catch another glimpse of those dark eyes.

He turned to motion his friends forward, his gaze lingering on Gabriel whose blue eyes had grown dazed as he watched the retreating form of both the blonde Allura and the black-eyed youth. A peaceful night was most definitely not on the cards.
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