Snape as a Vampire fic... would someone else want to write this?
It's time I stopped kidding myself about writing future stories, at least fanfic. I've got a few that I'm going to try and give away to other writers though. This was going to be my answer to Snape after DH... Would anyone care to take it off my hands and feed it and stuff? I don't think it's a bad start to a story, I just really can't do it anymore.
Still trying to get the last of my really big fic done, and then I'm done with the fanfic, I think. It's a matter of putting life priorities in the right place for me, and writing fanfic just won't be a possibility for me for a very long time, except for trying to finish that one story.
So, here you go, the start of a fic, about 2K words. Start of a Snape OFC and enough info here to take off with. :-) I'd like to visit if you take and feed it and see what comes of it, so let me know.
His vision faded to black, closing on the face of the boy. His last hope before awareness left him was that the boy would be able to understand what he meant… that all he had worked for would be worthwhile, and then his body tingled to numbness and he felt no more.
For a time, at least.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he woke with an intense thirst, blinded by the white light streaming into the window. A woman was above him, her long black hair falling in long sheets to either side of his face as she knelt over him, the moonlight was bright enough to make out her face. Her lips were deep red, and a red stream dribbled down her white chin.
“Do you want to live forever?” she asked in an ethereal whisper. He knew the answer immediately. He wanted life, he wanted her, and he knew what she was offering. In his thirst, he ignored the part of him that was revolted by the vampire, the part of him that knew he would enter yet another slavery, that knew death would be a welcome release; he wanted only to live. It was a nearly instinctive drive, something beyond even consciousness. Her neck was exposed; he could see the pulse quivering there. She raised a long fingernail and pierced her own neck, and a thick rivulet ran down her neck, down her chest to stain the dress which bound her breasts. He lunged forward, possessed with the intense thirst and licked the rivulet up to its source, then drank voraciously.
Then once more, the world faded to black and he fell, unknowing, to the filthy floor of the shrieking shack.
The Vampress stood over him, slightly dazed. She had watched the scene play out before her. Drawn by the scent of blood and magic strong on the wind, she was there to feast, and already she had drained some of the unfortunate black-robed figures who had fallen assaulting Hogwarts. The battle itself did not interest her… the squabbles and struggles of the mortals were fleeting, and though in her childhood she had walked within the walls of Hogwarts, she had little longing anymore to roam the halls and grounds. The rush of an impending death had drawn her to find the man, bleeding profusely, just as a boy had left him. The scent of a werewolf gave her only a moments’ pause, but it was stale and old and she went to find her prey and decided this could be one she would keep. She was delighted to find a slight spark of life left in him. She had finished the job started by the snake, and was soon intoxicated by its venom. Then she’d called him back to life.
The thirst had been nearly unbearable for him. There had been only a flicker of hesitation. For some, the call to the life she offered was only a brief moment of horror once they realized what she was. But there was only a small window, minutes long, between the time she called them to drink and their return to death if they did not accept her offer.
Watching him now as he slept and recovered, as his body made the changes from wizard-human to wizard-vampire, she hoped their future together would be good. For the next twelve years, he would be bound to her magically. It would be impossible for him to disobey her, impossible for him to cause her harm, impossible for him to leave her.
This had been a horrible shock to her last protégé. He had been horrified at being bound to a woman and required to do her bidding. She smirked, thinking of his anger. But he had left her once he’d been free to do so several decades back, though his hate had faded by the time it was time for him to go. It would be good to have a protégé again. She stepped forward and took his wand from where it had fallen. It would be best for him not to have access to it once he discovered the deal he had accepted in drinking the blood of living death. No matter how much they wanted to live, it was always a shock… it had been so with her as well, but that was only a faint memory now, lost in the centuries of existence since that time.
She knelt beside him and took hold of him, Apparating away. At a doorway in the face of a stone cliff she reappeared, then stood and pulled the bell. Within seconds, her servant opened the door, surprised to see her so soon. His tousled blond hair fell forward as he bowed low, taking in the sight of the bloodied man on the steps, unable to hide a shudder.
“John, this is my new protégé. Take him to the chambers adjacent to mine. You’ll be wise to hurry, before he wakes.”
“Yes, mistress,” he replied, quickly stooping and lifting the tall, limp man, who wasn’t too much of a burden for the muscular servant. He stood back to allow her to enter first, and carried his limp burden through the vast entrance hall. They walked in silence down a stone corridor that had been carved centuries before. Sconces held oil which she lit with a thought. She’d had centuries to perfect her magic.
Another servant, a woman in her sixties, emerged from a small hallway into the corridor. The lady asked, “Would you be wantin’ anything, mistress?”
“Fresh clothing for that man,” she said, nodding toward the limp and bloodied figure John was carrying. “Run a bath in the protégé’s chamber, and some suitable refreshments, Anna.”
“’Twill be done.” She gave a nod of her head as a brief bow and hurried away again. John had hurried ahead with his burden, and she went to her own chambers to change into clean clothing. Her other clothes were sodden with blood.
Once in the protégé’s chamber, she dismissed the nervous John. He hadn’t been around before when she’d had her last protégé. Anna, on the other hand, had been in her service for going on five decades now, since she’d been a teenager. Nothing shocked her any longer. She turned her attention toward the pale man who was lying still as death. He was dead, but soon he would be undead. She removed his clothing, taking note of the several potions that were hidden in pockets within the wizarding robes.
She smirked when she found the anti-venom. He’d had no time to drink it. Hearing him stir, she put the items down on a shelf near the wall and turned to welcome him to his new life.
He was very pale as he sat up, but in a way that suffused his skin with a seemingly healthy paleness, the paleness of the undead. His eyes locked with hers and she smiled at him. “Welcome home,” she said. His eyes narrowed, then widened as the memories rushed at him. She prepared herself for him to bolt, fight, scream, or even faint. She’d had protégé’s who’d done all those things. Upon her own awakening, she’d screamed and tried to escape the one who’d claimed her, leading him on quite a chase.
He did none of those things. After staring at her for a moment, and then slowly taking in the surrounding room, he said, “It seems I won’t die tonight after all.”
“Not quite,” she responded. “You died. And now you’re undead.”
“Of course I know that,” he spat tersely. “Of course… of course…” he repeated distractedly, then moved to place his feet on the floor, standing smoothly. He held out his hands and examined them… the pale skin and blue veins and arteries. Then he looked at her again. His gaze held knowledge, resigned acceptance.
“Allow me to introduce myself,” she said, stepping toward him, holding out her own deathly pale hand for him to take. “I am Glenda Wyvern of Stone Hall, which is where you are now. You have a name already, of course, but in your new life a new name comes. I will choose this once I’ve acquainted myself with you better.”
“I see,” he said darkly.
“I’ve taken you as my protégé.” She was amused by his anger which seemed to vent from him.
“Yes, you have.” Clipped and short, she noted. Apparently, he also understood their arrangement; perhaps he’d managed to study vampires in the past and had some legitimate information. “How much time has passed since…?”
“Only a few hours. I found you on the brink of death. I’m not sure if you remember the call to return…?”
“Vaguely. If it’s only been a few hours, and I’m able, I must return. I have to know what has happened.”
She tilted her head slightly, watching him. His fists clenched and unclenched against the robe. “You are no longer mortal. What concerned you only hours before has no bearing on your future.
.... (more conversation... a few hours of time pass)
“Along with my new name, my new life, I understand that knowledge of my life previous can be wiped out. Are you capable of doing this, or shall I arrange this through other means?”
“And why would you want to remember nothing of your life, protégé?”
He stood silently, drawing himself up stiffly, and then turned from her. His silent refusal was clear. “If you won’t tell me, I’m not inclined to grant your request.” She walked around the stone chamber to face him again, and there was a cold glint of resentment in his expression now. “You seem to already understand the basic nature of our relationship. I’m glad; you’ve no idea how poorly many newly undead react to their condition.” She smirked at him.
There was a knock on the door. “Enter,” she called, and her servant came in, bearing a plate of fruits. Her other servant walked in, nearly visibly shaking, carrying a cage which held a rabbit. They placed the two items on a table near the wall and left without a word.
“Refreshments?”
“How… hospitable of you.” He walked toward the table. “So this is a choice. On the one hand, I must kill a rabbit to drink its blood. Or, I could simply eat the delicious fruit your servants have laid out for me.” He turned to find her looking at him with an inscrutable expression.
“Yes, it’s your choice. Which would you rather have?”
Severus smirked. “What a childish trick.” He reached into the cage and grabbed the rabbit by its ears and the scruff of its neck. It kicked and struggled for a moment. Without unlocking his eyes from hers, he opened his mouth to reveal the newly formed sharp fangs, and sank them into the rabbit’s neck. The rabbit jerked several times, but then it hung limp, and Severus dropped it with a thud onto the table. A red stain marked its neck.
“Have I passed my test of accepting my fate?” he asked in a harsh tone. Color seemed to infuse his lips - nearly more than he’d had in life.
====== (later scene)
They exited the great wooden doors in the stone cave and Severus turned around to see the outside of the cavernous stone manor-like cave. A cliff rose high into the sky. On the face of the cliff were holes which led to some of the rooms he’d seen of the servants. It was completely safe for a vampire. Nothing could expose the interior rooms to sunlight.
(basic idea of Stone Hall)
Still trying to get the last of my really big fic done, and then I'm done with the fanfic, I think. It's a matter of putting life priorities in the right place for me, and writing fanfic just won't be a possibility for me for a very long time, except for trying to finish that one story.
So, here you go, the start of a fic, about 2K words. Start of a Snape OFC and enough info here to take off with. :-) I'd like to visit if you take and feed it and see what comes of it, so let me know.
His vision faded to black, closing on the face of the boy. His last hope before awareness left him was that the boy would be able to understand what he meant… that all he had worked for would be worthwhile, and then his body tingled to numbness and he felt no more.
For a time, at least.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he woke with an intense thirst, blinded by the white light streaming into the window. A woman was above him, her long black hair falling in long sheets to either side of his face as she knelt over him, the moonlight was bright enough to make out her face. Her lips were deep red, and a red stream dribbled down her white chin.
“Do you want to live forever?” she asked in an ethereal whisper. He knew the answer immediately. He wanted life, he wanted her, and he knew what she was offering. In his thirst, he ignored the part of him that was revolted by the vampire, the part of him that knew he would enter yet another slavery, that knew death would be a welcome release; he wanted only to live. It was a nearly instinctive drive, something beyond even consciousness. Her neck was exposed; he could see the pulse quivering there. She raised a long fingernail and pierced her own neck, and a thick rivulet ran down her neck, down her chest to stain the dress which bound her breasts. He lunged forward, possessed with the intense thirst and licked the rivulet up to its source, then drank voraciously.
Then once more, the world faded to black and he fell, unknowing, to the filthy floor of the shrieking shack.
The Vampress stood over him, slightly dazed. She had watched the scene play out before her. Drawn by the scent of blood and magic strong on the wind, she was there to feast, and already she had drained some of the unfortunate black-robed figures who had fallen assaulting Hogwarts. The battle itself did not interest her… the squabbles and struggles of the mortals were fleeting, and though in her childhood she had walked within the walls of Hogwarts, she had little longing anymore to roam the halls and grounds. The rush of an impending death had drawn her to find the man, bleeding profusely, just as a boy had left him. The scent of a werewolf gave her only a moments’ pause, but it was stale and old and she went to find her prey and decided this could be one she would keep. She was delighted to find a slight spark of life left in him. She had finished the job started by the snake, and was soon intoxicated by its venom. Then she’d called him back to life.
The thirst had been nearly unbearable for him. There had been only a flicker of hesitation. For some, the call to the life she offered was only a brief moment of horror once they realized what she was. But there was only a small window, minutes long, between the time she called them to drink and their return to death if they did not accept her offer.
Watching him now as he slept and recovered, as his body made the changes from wizard-human to wizard-vampire, she hoped their future together would be good. For the next twelve years, he would be bound to her magically. It would be impossible for him to disobey her, impossible for him to cause her harm, impossible for him to leave her.
This had been a horrible shock to her last protégé. He had been horrified at being bound to a woman and required to do her bidding. She smirked, thinking of his anger. But he had left her once he’d been free to do so several decades back, though his hate had faded by the time it was time for him to go. It would be good to have a protégé again. She stepped forward and took his wand from where it had fallen. It would be best for him not to have access to it once he discovered the deal he had accepted in drinking the blood of living death. No matter how much they wanted to live, it was always a shock… it had been so with her as well, but that was only a faint memory now, lost in the centuries of existence since that time.
She knelt beside him and took hold of him, Apparating away. At a doorway in the face of a stone cliff she reappeared, then stood and pulled the bell. Within seconds, her servant opened the door, surprised to see her so soon. His tousled blond hair fell forward as he bowed low, taking in the sight of the bloodied man on the steps, unable to hide a shudder.
“John, this is my new protégé. Take him to the chambers adjacent to mine. You’ll be wise to hurry, before he wakes.”
“Yes, mistress,” he replied, quickly stooping and lifting the tall, limp man, who wasn’t too much of a burden for the muscular servant. He stood back to allow her to enter first, and carried his limp burden through the vast entrance hall. They walked in silence down a stone corridor that had been carved centuries before. Sconces held oil which she lit with a thought. She’d had centuries to perfect her magic.
Another servant, a woman in her sixties, emerged from a small hallway into the corridor. The lady asked, “Would you be wantin’ anything, mistress?”
“Fresh clothing for that man,” she said, nodding toward the limp and bloodied figure John was carrying. “Run a bath in the protégé’s chamber, and some suitable refreshments, Anna.”
“’Twill be done.” She gave a nod of her head as a brief bow and hurried away again. John had hurried ahead with his burden, and she went to her own chambers to change into clean clothing. Her other clothes were sodden with blood.
Once in the protégé’s chamber, she dismissed the nervous John. He hadn’t been around before when she’d had her last protégé. Anna, on the other hand, had been in her service for going on five decades now, since she’d been a teenager. Nothing shocked her any longer. She turned her attention toward the pale man who was lying still as death. He was dead, but soon he would be undead. She removed his clothing, taking note of the several potions that were hidden in pockets within the wizarding robes.
She smirked when she found the anti-venom. He’d had no time to drink it. Hearing him stir, she put the items down on a shelf near the wall and turned to welcome him to his new life.
He was very pale as he sat up, but in a way that suffused his skin with a seemingly healthy paleness, the paleness of the undead. His eyes locked with hers and she smiled at him. “Welcome home,” she said. His eyes narrowed, then widened as the memories rushed at him. She prepared herself for him to bolt, fight, scream, or even faint. She’d had protégé’s who’d done all those things. Upon her own awakening, she’d screamed and tried to escape the one who’d claimed her, leading him on quite a chase.
He did none of those things. After staring at her for a moment, and then slowly taking in the surrounding room, he said, “It seems I won’t die tonight after all.”
“Not quite,” she responded. “You died. And now you’re undead.”
“Of course I know that,” he spat tersely. “Of course… of course…” he repeated distractedly, then moved to place his feet on the floor, standing smoothly. He held out his hands and examined them… the pale skin and blue veins and arteries. Then he looked at her again. His gaze held knowledge, resigned acceptance.
“Allow me to introduce myself,” she said, stepping toward him, holding out her own deathly pale hand for him to take. “I am Glenda Wyvern of Stone Hall, which is where you are now. You have a name already, of course, but in your new life a new name comes. I will choose this once I’ve acquainted myself with you better.”
“I see,” he said darkly.
“I’ve taken you as my protégé.” She was amused by his anger which seemed to vent from him.
“Yes, you have.” Clipped and short, she noted. Apparently, he also understood their arrangement; perhaps he’d managed to study vampires in the past and had some legitimate information. “How much time has passed since…?”
“Only a few hours. I found you on the brink of death. I’m not sure if you remember the call to return…?”
“Vaguely. If it’s only been a few hours, and I’m able, I must return. I have to know what has happened.”
She tilted her head slightly, watching him. His fists clenched and unclenched against the robe. “You are no longer mortal. What concerned you only hours before has no bearing on your future.
.... (more conversation... a few hours of time pass)
“Along with my new name, my new life, I understand that knowledge of my life previous can be wiped out. Are you capable of doing this, or shall I arrange this through other means?”
“And why would you want to remember nothing of your life, protégé?”
He stood silently, drawing himself up stiffly, and then turned from her. His silent refusal was clear. “If you won’t tell me, I’m not inclined to grant your request.” She walked around the stone chamber to face him again, and there was a cold glint of resentment in his expression now. “You seem to already understand the basic nature of our relationship. I’m glad; you’ve no idea how poorly many newly undead react to their condition.” She smirked at him.
There was a knock on the door. “Enter,” she called, and her servant came in, bearing a plate of fruits. Her other servant walked in, nearly visibly shaking, carrying a cage which held a rabbit. They placed the two items on a table near the wall and left without a word.
“Refreshments?”
“How… hospitable of you.” He walked toward the table. “So this is a choice. On the one hand, I must kill a rabbit to drink its blood. Or, I could simply eat the delicious fruit your servants have laid out for me.” He turned to find her looking at him with an inscrutable expression.
“Yes, it’s your choice. Which would you rather have?”
Severus smirked. “What a childish trick.” He reached into the cage and grabbed the rabbit by its ears and the scruff of its neck. It kicked and struggled for a moment. Without unlocking his eyes from hers, he opened his mouth to reveal the newly formed sharp fangs, and sank them into the rabbit’s neck. The rabbit jerked several times, but then it hung limp, and Severus dropped it with a thud onto the table. A red stain marked its neck.
“Have I passed my test of accepting my fate?” he asked in a harsh tone. Color seemed to infuse his lips - nearly more than he’d had in life.
====== (later scene)
They exited the great wooden doors in the stone cave and Severus turned around to see the outside of the cavernous stone manor-like cave. A cliff rose high into the sky. On the face of the cliff were holes which led to some of the rooms he’d seen of the servants. It was completely safe for a vampire. Nothing could expose the interior rooms to sunlight.
(basic idea of Stone Hall)