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The Madness Within	By : Kingtumbleface Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I don’t ever remember being this sore in my life. I groan and roll over. It is bright outside and the house is alive with noise. Harry must have gotten here. Hermione is due tonight. I get out of bed and grab a change of clothes. I make my way to the bathroom. I take a long, hot shower, and I feel myself start to relax. My muscles unwind. I bring up a hand and touch my neck. The mark is still there although it no longer bleeds. I take my time as I was my body, making sure that I clean all the blood and fluids off my skin. I had sex with a stranger. It wasn’t at all romantic, but maybe I didn’t want romance. It was rough and violent, and I want more. I want that man to throw me against a wall and fuck me. I want him to take me in every way. I sigh and get out of the shower. I change quickly and dash back to my room, once there I perform a cleaning charm on my bed as well as on my pajamas from last night. I can't have Mother seeing the blood on them.
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That day was uneventful and rather boring. It was loud and cramped inside the house and I had to keep my hair down to keep the mark covered so I was also hot. My annoyance grew when Hermione came because I had to share my room which meant no more nightly visits to the meadow. I feel caged.
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The weeks continued like this and I was quickly losing my patience. I stayed outside most the time in the garden. It was rather dull. I couldn’t risk being seen going into the woods. Not after the attacks in the village two weeks back. The town folk don’t know what or who attacked the villagers. Not many who were attacked survived that night and the ones that did went missing a week later. They say it was spirits, a ghost and even a beast from the woods. That is what Mother thinks and is even stricter when it comes to being outside.
A beast… I wonder… Could it have been Him? I lift my hand to my neck and touch the healing bite. I sigh and look up at the clouds. I’m so bored.
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Harry comes out to join me. He lies beside me on the grass yet I pay no attention to him. There was once a time where I was smitten with him but that was when I was a child, I’m sixteen now and his type holds no interest to me. Harry is too good, as well as shy. Though I will admit to the fact that I enjoy ‘playing’ with him... Much like a cat would with a mouse; it is rather amusing to see him look flustered to see a glimpse of my breast, or the skin of my thigh.
But this is getting old. I do not plan to be with Harry, I know Mother would be thrilled but I find him more like a toy then a partner. And lately I am getting bored with my toy. It may sound cold but I cannot help but to think about that night in the woods. Maybe He spoiled my want of other men, or perhaps just the men I know. They aren’t exciting, none of them can, or have tried to, take me roughly. To throw me around and take what they wanted. Maybe I need to more of a tease? After all, guys are dull.
Harry is looking over at me but I pay him no heed, my mind is elsewhere so he soon gets up and leaves me alone.
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Night comes and I’m still in the garden, it is almost dinner time. I can hear the noise from the house from my spot in the yard. I get up and make my way into the house. Dinner is noisy as usually and I pick at my food numbly before excusing myself and getting up from the table. I plan to take a shower, and the shower was quick and uneventful, it did little to relax me. I left my dirty clothes in the bin and changed into my pajamas with a simple second hand robe over them. My pajamas consist of a plain night gown, of the lowest grade silk and it is second hand, and simple underwear. I do not have on a bra since I was about to turn in for the night. I left my wand in my room on my dresser along with my small knife.
On the way back to my room I run into Harry. His eyes roam over my body before the settle on my lips. He moves closer and for a moment I think he is going to kiss me. He doesn’t though; he stops just before our lips meet. How boring.
“BOOM!’’
Harry quickly pulled away and grabbed his wand out of his pocket before racing down the stairs. I bit my lip and followed him. We made it to the kitchen before I noticed that there was fire circling the house. The Borrow was under attack.
I watched as Harry ran out the door before following. Harry jumped through the flames and I followed suit. I heard Father calling out to me from behind me but I kept going. The flames are now too big to get through and they are spreading.
This was it; this was my chance to leave. Never mind the fact that I had no money. Never mind that I had no shoes on my feet. No means of protection and nowhere to go. I don't even have my wand. I headed away from the noise and toward the woods; I would hide in there until I could make a plan.
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I am running now, I’m headed toward the meadow, and I am making horrible noises. My breath is coming in gasps, and my foot steps are heavy and loud. Yet I couldn’t stop. I had to get away, I had to.
I get to the meadow in half the time that it normally takes. I fall to my knees, breathing heavily. I look up at the stars and feel calm start to settle over me. I am free.
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I notice her as soon as she stepped outside, Ginny. She is running, but she isn’t running towards her companion. I watch her as she runs into the woods. She goes unnoticed by her family as well as the death eaters. She is quick and she makes it into the woods before they have a chance to notice. I follow her.
She has interested me since that night, her blood was sweet and her lack of fear puzzled me. I thought perhaps she was draft. Then I thought maybe she was a mere mortal, but her blood was sweeter than that. She wasn’t part beast nor is she anything of the sort. She was merely a witch. A clever, little witch...
I move swiftly behind her. She is moving fast for a human but I can easily keep up with her. She reached the field that I had first encountered her and fell to her knees.
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“So you’re a witch.”
I feel a spike of pleasure from between my legs. The voice is smooth and I recognize it immediately. It has haunted my dreams, stalked my fantasies and invaded my thoughts.
I looked around, trying to find him but there was nothing but shadows. I stay on my knees a moment longer before pushing myself to my feet. My legs ache slightly from running no I pay them no mind.
“Where are you?”
“I am here.”
I turned around quickly and saw him step out from behind a tree. Even in the dull light I can see him. He is handsome with dark black hair that was kept long, he is taller then I and I can make out his well defied muscles. He has on no shirt and is a lovely tan color.
He moved closer to me and I retreated a couple steps. His eyes flash and I feel a shiver go down my spine.
“Where are you going?”
The question puzzles me for a moment. “Away.” It was a simple answer, I will admit but my thoughts are becoming muggy.
He moves closer as I continue to retreat. “Why?”
I look away as my back hits a tree. I feel my heart beat increase as he comes towards me still. He grabs my chin and makes me look him in the eyes. “I want my freedom back.” I whisper in response.
He turns my head to the side and looks at the mark he left on my neck. It's healed now, although there is a angry looking scar now. His hand then moves to the back of my hair and he pulls it roughly. I feel myself start to throb before he even slams his lips down on mine. This kiss is rough and it makes me ache, I want to be filled by him again. I can’t help but moan into his mouth as he pulls my hair harder. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and I feel myself become wetter. His hand moves from my hair and down to my rode sash. He uses both hands to rip the sash and open my robe.
I feel his hand move inside, touching me through the low grade silk and I shiver in delight. I want this; I want to be taken by this man. I feel his hand gather the silk up in his fist as he pulls my night-dress up over my hips before giving the cheap material a rough pull, it rips easily and I feel cool air great my body. I am exposed at the chest. He then pushes my underwear down from my hips and they fall down around my ankles and I kick them off before I move one of my hands from between us to his hair and he lets out a growl as I tug slightly. He moves his other hand to my chest, I feel his fingers move against my nipple and I arch into his touch. He pulls away from my lips and kisses my jaw and down my neck. I feel his tongue dart out and lick the healed wound. I tighten my grip on his hair and pull him closer to my neck, inviting him to bite and to drink once more. He wraps his arms around me and I feel his teeth sink into my neck; I let out a moan as he begins to drink from my neck. I pull him tighter to me while he loosens his hold on me. I feel his hand between us before he is picking me up like I am weightless and I wrap my legs around his waist.
He pushes me against the tree harder and I bury my face into his neck while he enters me. I moan loudly as I am filled completely, he doesn’t let me adjust before he is thrusting hard into me. I feel my breathe coming out in pants as he keeps thrusting. I feel like I am going to explode. Never had I been in such bliss. I feel sharp pain in my neck again and I scream in complete pleasure. He growls and picks up his pace. I feel myself getting closer with each draw from his hungry mouth. I am hovering at the edge of oblivion but I can’t fall, I have to be pushed.
“Please, oh, please! Ohhhh… Let me cum!”
The words escape my lips before I register myself talking, he pauses before thrusting harder, griping my hips so roughly I think they are going to bruise.
“Not yet.”
I groan deep in my chest while my body is shuddering. Oh this man is amazing.
“Please, Sir…” I whimper as I feel my vision get shaky. My need is overwhelming me and I can hardly focus on anything other than this man’s cock filling me, setting my body aflame, making me crave more and more of his touch.
He growls from deep within his chest when he hears my plea. “Now…” It was a simple command but it sent me over the edge. I screamed loudly as I climaxed around him and I found it rather hard to stay conscious. I heard him let out a sharp grunt as he started to fill me as I held onto the shreds of consciousness. I feel him pull out as I slowly slip into darkness.
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Her voice is sweet like her blood and her body and I release my seed into her. I pull myself out of her tight entrance and tuck myself back into my pants all the while holding her in one arm. She seems to have passed out and I smirk to myself as I gather her more snuggly in my arms.
My manor is not far from here; it is on the other side of these woods though nowhere close to the town. I keep her in my arms as I move swiftly towards my home. I move faster than a mortal man but even so it takes me around fifth-teen minutes, were I a mortal it would have taken well over an hour.
I enter my estate from the east side; I make sure that she is covered with her robe, for she is mine in this moment and mine alone. I am met by one of my sired who was on guard duty in this part. He looks at her questioningly. No doubt he smells my scent on her skin and her wounds are in plain view. I say nothing as I walk by him.
“Sir…?”
I ignore him and keep going. I pass more than one of my sired as I enter my home, and each look at her with interest. It’s uncommon that I bring someone into my home let alone a female, nor do we have many with in our walls. I have always thought that females are distracting to our purpose and soft. But this girl, this “Ginny”, is delicious. The very thought of her blood makes me ache with want, her body is so soft and her lack of fear seems to cause my body to act without thought.
I didn’t mean to take her this night, nor did I plan to bring her here among my kin but I would not leave her there. There are worse things than me in the woods this night.
I climb the stairs quickly, my home is vast and is home to many of my ‘offspring’. I have a floor to myself being the Master here and not one of them dares to trespass on my territory.
I gently shift her to my other arm as I reach my door. I fish the small golden key from my pocket and unlock my door. My rooms are comfortable and simple. I carry her to my bed and pull her tattered night robe and gown from her body. I can’t help but to linger slightly on her curves, her skin is so soft and pale.
I let out a frustrated growl as I feel myself harden slightly. This woman is tempting even while she is sleeping. Her blood is too sweet, and her very scent is addictive. I have made girls scream before, I have made them sore to where they couldn’t properly walk, but never have I made them pass out.
I tuck the covers around her body and toss her ruined clothes in the trash bin. I watch her for a moment while running a hand threw my hair. I really should have killed her.
I move slowly and softly, I could do it now. One simple move and she will be dead. I should do it. I move and look down at her resting form. I climb onto my bed and straddle her hips.
She is defenseless in this moment. I gather her in my arms and burry my face into her neck. One well-placed bite is all it will take, just one. I part my lips, feeling my teeth lengthen. My mouth hovers over her jugular and yet I cannot bring myself to bite down. I growl and pull away from her neck.
What is wrong with me, why can’t I kill her? I roll off her and get up from my bed and walk down the hall to my bath. I take a long hot shower, trying to organize my thoughts. I sigh and get out of my shower and wrap a towel around my waist before heading to my bedroom.
I am tired. I enter my room to find that she has rolled over. I walk over to my dresser and pulls on a pain of pajama pants, I look back at her sleeping form before getting a t-shirt from another drawer. I take the shirt with me to bed I gently lift her and slip the shirt on her. She shifts and nuzzles closer to me and looks down at her curiously before getting up and moving to a couch. I swear and lay down. I close my eyes and try to get to sleep. I never should have let her live after that first night.
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I wake up in an unfamiliar bed with curtained sunshine pouring through the window. At first I'm confused, then I remember what happened last night. I look around the room and notice that the room is richly decorated but not overly so. There is a couch with its back facing me and the sound of light snoring is coming from the other side. I look down at myself and see that I'm dressed in a plain t shirt. He must have changed me. I raise my hand to my neck and feel the for the bites he caused. I can't help but to cringe when I feel the dry blood on my neck. I slide my feet over the edge of the bed and slowly make my way over to the couch. I pass it and look over my shoulder as I do, the snoring still continues. I reach the door and I go to turn the knob..
“I wouldn't do that, Ginny.”
I turn around quickly and look at him; he is awake and starring at me. I see his eyes trail over my body and once again I look down at myself. The shirt that I am wearing barely covers my thighs. I look back up at him and tilt my head slightly. He is wearing just pajama pants and now during the daylight I can see him much more clearly. He is handsome in a rough kind of way.
I bite my lip before speaking. “Hi.”
He doesn't say anything back, he just gets up off the couch and approaches me. I stand my ground but lower my eyes slightly. He stops in front of me and grabs my face and tilts my head up to look up at him.
“We need to talk.”
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