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Vampire Bites	By : choena Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 40400 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within as they belong to JK Rowling. As such I am making no money from the writing of this story and it is purely for fun and enjoyment.

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So many mixed reviews for the last chapter – wow. Thanks everyone!
We are going to go back in time for a bit to come back around to where the last chapter left off over the next three chapters. Many of your questions will be answered.
Everyone – say hello to Dante.
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There was once a time, a time so long ago he barely remembered it, that he was untroubled by the things life threw at him. He was eternal, so the worries of the mortals he fed from never seemed to touch him. It had only been him and his Guardian companion he had obtained through a fluke at best.
The werewolf had been turned much too young, only 10, and had been ignorant to what biting him would mean. Seriously, did werewolf Sires really just leave their Cubs to fend for themselves? Barbaric. He had taken in the young wolf, trained him in various things, and nurtured the bond that grew between them. The boy had matured over time into a lovely and kind young man before he stopped ageing completely to match his lifespan. The werewolf called himself Darius and was his only companion for two centuries.
Then he came across a human, who he had thought perfectly normal and yet stupid for wondering by himself at night. This human would have made a perfect meal after going hungry for days except he was unable to gaze the stubborn mortal. He fed anyway and was struck by the taste of humans blood. It was unlike anything he had tasted before. The shock, and the struggling, made him back away enough to force the human into sleep. He had heard of humans that tasted so good as to cause addictions but had never believed the tales. Centuries and he had never come across one, until then.
Potentials they were called; mortals with the ability to transition into an Animalis. He had found himself watching over the young mortal, from a distance at first, then slowly getting closer and even holding conversations with him. Darius tried to warn him away but he did not listen. The mortal interested him. Often found by himself, the dark haired man would spend hours doodling and drawing sketches in the book he carried with him everywhere. Once, he had even caught the young man sketching him.
Eventually, he discovered the human was named Edgar Davenport. Edgar? Who the hell would ever think of calling their child Edgar? The mortal even hated his name preferring that he call him by anything else. It had taken awhile but he had settled on Edge. The mortal had eventually agreed when he refused to give it up. Darius had rolled his eyes at him but he had noticed the wolf guarding over the mortal as well.
Things would steadily evolve after that. Edge became willing to feed him on a regular basis and he took advantage of it. He was not prepared for the bond that had eventually formed between them. Both had fought against it with absolutely no success. Darius was no help simply saying he had warned him to be careful. As their bond progressed so did the relationship all three shared. Eventually, he and Edge became lovers and almost inseparable. He desired no one else. Darius began to protect Edge just as much as he did. It was wonderful. He had never felt happier. Then the rogue wars started.
Vampires killing vampires. Clan against clan. He had never fully understood what started them. All he cared about was protecting what was his. He fully claimed Edge as his own and most vampires left the human alone. Others tested their fate and met a bloody end. Some suggested he just turn the mortal but he declined. He never wanted a Childe. Never wanted to be the reason someone was stuck in this eternal fate. The rogues did not share his view. Their numbers frequently dwindled as sane clans fought back. They had begun turning indiscriminately. The only saving grace was that Animalis were so rare that their special brand of vampire could not be made so easily. If so the other vampire clans would have had no chance. But of course, the rogues had one Animalis on their side.
Despite his best efforts, Edge was still taken from him. They had been ambushed by a large group of rogues. He had thought he had hidden Edge away well enough but he had been wrong. Darius and he had stopped at nothing to gain Edge back but he had been too late. The rogues had taken him to the Animalis to be turned. The feline had succeeded in getting his blood into Edge but at the cost of his own life. He had ripped the heart out of the vampire that dared take Edge from him and then thrown him to Darius to do with as the wolf pleased.
It took a long gruesome month for the transition to take place. He had held Edge through the worst of it and took the scratches and hits that were bestowed upon him. Darius sat with him the entire time sometimes having to help hold the screaming man down to prevent further harm. When at last Edge had opened his eyes he had a brief moment of relief before he was fighting just to keep Edge with him. It took time but he had been able to salvage their bond, created anew by opening the old bond scar. They kept to themselves after that but a rogue clan starting tracking them.
So as not to risk further damage to his own family, he had sent out feelers to discover how many were tracking them. He should have known better. He should have seen the signs but he had been so intent to get rid of them quickly before Edge was harmed again, he walked right into their trap and had taken Darius with him. He lost a part of himself when they killed Darius so brutally. Something in him just snapped and he went rogue himself for a brief time. He slaughtered them. There was no other way to describe what he had done. He had only killed in self-defense before and had always been aware of what he was doing. Not this time. He had blacked out then came aware to blood covering him head to toe and body parts strewn around him. He could not return to Edge. Not like this. How would he be able to face his lover ever again?
His grief and regret sent him far away from Edge. At first Edge had called to him, desperately searching, his voice had been begging and scared. Eventually though he had stopped. He had felt the loss keenly but took the fact that he could still feel the bond buzzing beneath his skin a good sign. He stuck to himself, only feeding when the need became too much for him to bear. Decades passed. Edge no longer called to him and the bond had fizzled to a dull sensation he had to concentrate on to feel. He was compelled to find his adopted Childe. Just to check in one last time. That was all. Edge would never know he was around.
It took him months to get the first clue as to where Edge was. Clues were scattered far but he had been able to track them down over time. It seemed his Childe had stayed with humans off and on over the years. Foolish. Eventually, the clues led him close to their original home. Edge had come back? Whatever for? He stopped for a brief pause at the old two story house Edge had once called home separated from a small village town by a mile of forest. It had worn down over the last century. He was surprised to still see it standing honestly. It had weathered the passage of time fairly well, well enough to provide him shelter at least. He supposed he could get some humans to work on it while he was away tracking Edge down. It didn’t take him long to gather a few ‘volunteers’ and a snack before calling it a day.
The clues had seemed to come to a stop. He searched and searched but found nothing. He kept checking on the old house to see that progress was being made and to keep his spell on the villagers working on it. There was no sense in forcing them to hurry. He allowed them to work on it after their own chores for the day was complete.
Eventually, he heard tell of a vampire feeding in a distant village. He caught Edge’s scent just on the outskirts of a place called Hogsmeade. Sometimes being able to transform into a wolf had its advantages. He followed the scent and it brought him to a large castle overlooking a great lake. Lights twinkled in windows and magic was thick around its borders. He caught sight of a giant squid bobbing in the dark water and watched it for a while. His ear twitched back as he picked up footfalls. Human and cat. His stomach clenched with hunger. He had not fed before he left and it had been days. He stalked them as they walked along the forests border. A dark haired human carrying a wand and a pitch black panther walked just steps behind. The wind shifted and blew their scents right to him. His mouth watered at the smell of the wizard. Another Potential it seemed. His stomach clenched again knowing how delicious and satisfying the man would taste. The panther was young. He could get rid of him easily.
He had greatly underestimated his prey. The cat, for one so freshly changed, had been strong in his own way. He vaguely recognized the drive the young Animalis had displayed. He had been protecting his food source, but had they bonded? Even without the Animalis; however, the wizard was a force on his own. He limped into a cave cursing his luck. Whatever curse the wizard threw at him hurt. He was getting to old for this. He had caught the scent of Edge on the young Animalis and it bothered him as well. Why would Edge take a Childe? How the hell had Edge managed to find two Potentials in one spot? He would need to focus on healing his leg before he could get his answers.
The next night he caught Edge’s scent again, this time it was fresh on the air, but he was not alone. Curious, he had followed the trio, with the wind in his face, as they followed his trail from the night before. They would not find his hiding place of that he was sure. The werewolf was freshly bonded but not to Edge. The Childe perhaps? It was taking Wolfsbane as well. Pity. That would need to be stopped for the wolf to be of any use. The black dog was the wolfs mate and a human. Interesting. The scent of the Childe lingered on the two. Possible family? He continued to follow them as they gave up the hunt and turned back toward a decrepit old shack. Edge appeared comfortable with them. He felt his heart long to have Edge comfortable and in his arms again. His guilt kept him away. It was pointless regardless.
He made the trip back to the house to stop the urge to talk with Edge. Reconstruction was coming along nicely but there was still a good ways to go. He stayed in the house the next few nights after the humans had left. It wasn’t long before he was driven to checking in on his once lover again and he returned to the castle. He simply observed for a few nights taking up shelter in the cave he had found before during the day. He watched the Childe in panther form start to befriend a little jackal. Human. He observed as the black haired wizard came to collect the young vampire and watched their interactions with great interest. There was something forming there but he was too far away to catch their scents well.
He watched from the tree line as Edge, the Childe, and two more young humans approached. Seriously? All these humans. What was Edge thinking? There was a bitter smell to the air between Edge and his Childe. What had happened there? He listened in on their little lesson with interest. The Childe was already learning to gaze was he? How long had he been turned? He still smelled freshly turned and still too young to be this far developed. Maybe there was something to the young feeding from Potentials. He was deeply intrigued by what he was seeing and had so many questions. Unfortunately, the only way he would get answers would be to reveal himself. He did so without really thinking it through.
Edge had reacted the way any one would have expected him to. First with surprise and shock, then hatred and distrust. It hurt but he figured he deserved that and more. They did not talk much. Edge quickly sent the young ones on their way. Nothing much was said after that. Edge had glared at him, acting as though he wanted to say something, but didn’t. Eventually, Edge just turned around and walked away. He let him go. There was nothing he could have done in that moment anyway. Deep sadness filled him and weighed heavily on him as he retreated. The guilt and regret ate at him. What else could he have done?
A few nights passed. He stayed close, bedding down in his cave, hoping that maybe if he waited long enough, Edge would return to him. He did, but not for the reason that he had wanted.
“Will you help?”
It was asked coldly. There was no trust in the words but he was the only one with the information Edge and the wolf was looking for. Thinking of Darius sent pangs through his chest. It had been too long since he had thought of his wolf. He tried not to knowing the pain would be too deep. He agreed without words. He could not have spoken them if he had wanted to. Edge stared at him for a few moments, as though seeking answers to questions he was too afraid to ask.
He agreed to meet the small group in the Shrieking Shack. Honestly, who came up with these names? The cold had their breaths coming out in fog as they spoke. The wolf and the human used warming charms. The wolf would not have needed to if he would stop running from what he was and stopped with the blasted Wolfsbane. He learned the Childe was Harry Potter, the wolf Remus Lupin, and the human mate was Sirius Black. Only Edge could have the luck to turn the Boy Who Lived. It still did not seem normal for the Edge he knew but he knew all too well that time and circumstance could change a man. He could not judge after all. He told them what he could without losing his composure. Talking of the Guardian bond brought back memories too painful to remember. He told them only of what the bond was, how it worked, and what would be needed to be done to finalize it. The wolf and Childe look contemplative but the human looked upset. It was a mixture of angry, sadness, and depressed acceptance. There was nothing he could do.
“Where’s your wolf?”
He had frozen at the question. The Childe had asked in innocence. He did not look at the other faces who stared at him. He did not look at Edge to see his expression. Edge and Darius had been friends. Close friends. Almost brothers. No, he could not look at Edge. He stared at the Childe.
“My wolf is gone. Do not ever lose your wolf, Childe. It is something you will never recover from.”
He had fled after that. He didn’t run, no, he had walked as calmly as he could, but it was fleeing none the less. Old repressed memories began to surface. He shifted and ran to get away from them to no avail. Darius had trusted him. Edge had trusted him. He failed them both. Over and over. Edge had lost his human life due to his failure. Darius was tortured literally to death due to his failures. He howled and clawed at his face. He would not fail again. Not this time. He would do this one last thing for Edge.
He had run back to the house and taken refuge. He fed on the humans he had working for him and reworked his hold over them. They had done well in his absence. The house was done enough now to be livable. New wood had replaced the decayed. Windows were being put in. Electricity was added and running water systems. The work was slow but going smoothly.
A few nights later he felt Edge reach out to him through their old bond. It startled him. He had not felt Edge in so long he had to take a moment to bask in the feeling. Edge reached again, a trace of fear coating the summons this time. He moved quickly to get to Edge before he lost what little progress he had apparently made. Though he had originally wanted to stay away, now that he was reacquainted with Edge, he wanted to see more of him. Shooting himself in the foot he was. He found Edge waiting at the cave he stayed in close to the castle. Seems he had tracked him down that far.
“I need your help with something. For Harry.”
To say he was surprised with Edge’s request was an understatement. Sure, he had connections with Elves in the old days, but he had no idea if they still stood on good standing. Edge appeared determined though so he had agreed to take him to the one Elf that was most likely to accept their request. The trip was long and they were forced to spend time together as they traveled. They spoke little and yet he craved for the easy banter they used to partake in. That was in the past though and long out of his reach. They met up with his contact on the forth night. It had taken some negotiation but the deal was made. They were to forget the contact forever in exchange for this last favor. It was a long standing contact, one that he had no more use for. He agreed to the terms. Darius would have rolled his eyes at him in fond annoyance and teased him mercilessly for being too soft where Edge was concerned. The thought made him smile sadly as they took up day lodging to wait for the job to be done. Edge had not shared with him what he needed made. He did not ask.
It was the trip back where things got hairy. A snow storm forced them into a cave system to wait it out. It was a wasted night of travel but even vampires had limits to what they could travel through. They were able to find enough wood to build a small fire more for the light than the warmth. One got used to being cold as a vampire.
“What have you been doing this whole time?”
Edge had asked it so softly he had almost missed it. He moved slowly back from the entrance of the cave to sit beside the younger vampire. Edge had tensed but kept his expression neutral.
“Nothing.” Edge had scoffed at him moving to stand. He grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down. “I mean it. I’ve literally done nothing but the bare minimum I needed to do not to lose my mind.”
Edge stared at him for a short time. “But why?”
He had not answered. He couldn’t, not yet. How could he tell Edge what he had done? He was not ready to discuss Darius at all. How could he explain just how tired he was recently? Edge had sighed but not pushed. He could tell Edge was irritated at him. He was irritated at himself for so many reasons.
“I called for you.”
“I know.”
“I missed you.”
“I know.”
They went silent. The storm continued strong through the night. They would have to spend the day in the cave and hope the storm blew itself out by the next night.
“I missed you too.” He admitted quietly. He hadn’t meant to say it but he had and Edge had heard him. He could feel those blue eyes burning into his skin.
“I’ve always been here, Dante. I’ve never went anywhere.” There was a pregnant pause. Edge looked intently at him, so much so that he felt the need to look back. Brown met blue. “I tried to stop, you know, but couldn’t. No matter what I tried I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop loving you.”
He reacted when he should have thought. He grabbed at Edge and pulled the younger into a long craved kiss. Edge returned the kiss in his surprise opening his mouth to accept him in. He drank Edge in. It had been way too long. He kissed and licked at those lips like his very life force resided in Edge’s mouth. Maybe it did. Edge responded just as strongly as his hands gripped at his Sires shirt. He pulled Edge closer basking in the feel of having him back in his arms. He felt their bond reignite with a vengeance. Abruptly, Edge was gone. He opened his eyes to find Edge on the other side of the fire breathing heavily, eyes wide, and panicked. He had felt it too…and ran. Edge ran from him. It was a harsh blow to the chest. He felt breathless in its force.
They spent the day on opposite sides of the fire, Edge refused to look at him even as the sun took them under. When he awoke, the storm had broken, and Edge was gone.
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