HARRY POTTER ONESHOTS

LM6. Vampire On The Run

The night was your eternal companion, shrouding you in its comforting darkness as you glided through the city's labyrinthine alleyways. You were a creature of the night, a vampire on the run, condemned to a life of solitude. Centuries had passed, but the weight of your immortality hung heavy, an unceasing burden.

Your existence was one of constant vigilance. You were continuously hunted, unrelentingly pursued by vampire hunters and zealots who saw you as a monstrous abomination, one who could never be trusted. The scars of these countless encounters marred your immortal flesh, a testament to the dangers that have always lurked in the shadows of your life.

On a night that seemed no different from any other, another night of slithering through the wooded darkness, on the run to find a new hiding spot for the next few days, you sensed a presence, an intrusion into your world of solitude. Emerging from the darkness, he appeared before you--a tall, aristocratic figure with long, silver-blond hair and a demeanor that exuded power and privilege.

You immediately recognized him, for his presence was completely unmistakable. You'd ran into him many times, all out of sheer accident, all by utter coincidence--and you realized, now that you had become aware of where you were standing, that you were in the forest, directly behind his Manor.

His name was Lucius Malfoy, the name alone resonated in your mind, a name carrying an image so vivid, you knew you'd never forget it.

But on this night, as you were nearly trespassing on his property, his gaze was unlike any you had encountered before. Instead of fear or hatred, his gray eyes held a magnetic intensity that drew you in, beckoning you to explore the uncharted depths of his soul.

"Who are you?" he inquired, his voice a melodic blend of curiosity and desire. "Why have you spent the last hour lingering behind my house?"

Your instincts screamed at you to remain hidden, to shield your true nature from this stranger. But there was something about him, an enigmatic allure that tugged at your undead heart.

"I am no one," you murmured, your voice a whisper in the night. "I'm just trying to pass through."

He advanced, his steps deliberate and measured, his presence overwhelming. "No, you are not, no one...you are someone, unique...I can feel it..."

You hesitated, caught between the allure of his presence and the innate fear of exposing your dark secret, one that has haunted you all your life, one that had almost always ruined every relationship you've ever attempted to build--each disastrous revelation taking a piece of your soul along with it. You weren't sure how much you had left in you.

"You don't understand," you confessed, your voice trembling. "What I am, you wouldn't believe me...and even if you did, you'd just try to kill me for it."

A confident smile graced Lucius's lips, his demeanor unwavering. "You burden extreme pain, extreme sorrow..." he breathed, drawing closer. "But I must say, your darkness does not frighten me. I know what you are, and I would never seek to harm you for it, if anything, it heightens my interest..."

His words hung in the air like a forbidden promise. It was a reckless proposition, one that defied logic and reason. Yet, in those gray eyes, you glimpsed an undeniable attraction, a longing that transcended reason. Against your better judgment, you allowed yourself to be drawn into his world--a world where, against all shred of logic, a vampire and a Pureblood wizard could somehow find an improbable connection.

As Lucius Malfoy stepped closer, his silver-blond hair catching the moonlight, you couldn't help but feel a surge of fear deep within your undead heart. You instinctively stepped back, your body recoiling at the mere thought of contact. A lifetime of isolation and survival had taught you to fear any human touch.

Lucius immediately saw the apprehension in your eyes and paused, his outstretched hand freezing mid-air.
"I won't hurt you," he said softly, his voice laden with sincerity. "I would never hurt you..."

You trembled, torn between the desire to believe him and the overwhelming fear that had become your constant companion. "You can't know that," you whispered, your voice a fragile echo in the night. "No one has ever touched me, without wanting to kill me..."

Lucius took another step forward, his intense eyes never leaving yours. "I may be many things, but I am not a liar," he declared, his hand slowly retreating to his side, pursing his lips as he paused, thinking of the right words to say in order to get you to trust him.

"I remember you, now, from the slender times we've crossed paths...your beauty is unsteadying...you've left quite the impact on my mind...I don't believe it's any coincidence you've found yourself here tonight..." he breathed, his words a gentle coo in the air. "I see your pain, it's merely palpable...I want to help you...I want to show you that you mustn't need to be afraid, that you don't have to be alone forever...that the right set of hands can absentmindedly mend centuries of pain..."

His words were like a balm to your wounded soul. You could sense the genuine yearning in his gaze, a desire that transcended the boundaries of prejudice and fear.

"If you touch me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did..." you whispered, the world fading to black around you, your heart thumping like a bass drum in your chest. "You don't know what I've been through..."

"No, I don't..." Lucius's gazed softened even further, his demeanour entirely cautious. "But I could ensure you never go through it again, if you'd like..."

His words slammed your chest, wracking you full of an emotion you'd never felt before. Your pulse increased, thumping in your throat, and it was in that moment, you made a choice, one that defied every ounce of your nature and instincts.

You extended your hand, trembling as your fingers brushed against each other.

A jolt of electricity coursed through you as your skin made contact, and for the first time in centuries, you felt a warmth that was not the searing agony of the sun but the soothing embrace of another. Lucius's touch was gentle, tender, as if he held a fragile treasure in his hands.

He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered, "I promise you, I would never hurt you...you are unlike anyone I've ever met, and I'm willing to defy the world to be with you, if you'd allow me to..."

In that intimate moment, as your worlds collided, you found solace in his words and the warmth of his touch. You stood there, two beings from vastly different worlds, brought together by a love that dared to challenge the darkness. It was a love that refused to be defined by your pasts, a love that believed in the possibility of redemption and acceptance.

You smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile. "As long as you're willing to be patient with me..." you murmured. "My heart is full of scars, some far deeper than others."

"As is mine." Lucius whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "But every scar has a tale to tell, a story behind its name...and I promise, I'm here to listen to every single one of yours."