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Vampire Empire- Drapple angst

Just a love story between a boy and the apple who loved him.

(Just a tragedy about a love that would never be enough.)
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"I wanted to see you naked, I wanted to hear you scream
Wanted to kiss your skin and your everything
I wanted to be your woman, I wanted to be your man
I wanted to be the one that you could understand

You give me chills, I've had it with the drills
I'm nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing with the pills
I'm empty 'til she fills, alive until she kills
In her vampire empire, I am
Falling, yeah
Falling, yeah

Well, I walked into your dagger for the last time
It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow
Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go
So I can't find surrender and I can't keep control

You turn me inside out, and then you want me outside in
You spin me all around, and then you ask me not to spin
You say you wanna be alone and you want children
You wanna be with me and you wanna be with him"
 
   -Vampire Empire, Big Thief

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(Apple POV)

The joy of siting in his pocket through the day, safe from the elements—the feeling of his palm engulfing my smooth skin—the satisfying crunch as he takes a bite—

What more could an apple ask for?

He kept us in his bowl to wait eagerly for him to choose us, want us, love us. I watched as he picked my slightly shinier, or bigger, or riper apple brothers and sisters as I waited the day  he picked me instead. Sure, I had a brown spot on my green skin but it was miniscule!

When the day finally came that he chose me to parade around and consume, I'd been filled with such an immense joy I could hardly contain myself. He gently lifted me up, shined me against his robes, and gently placed me in his pocket.

Following him around that day had been all a simple apple like me could ask for. I saw him at his most bare moments, I followed him to his classes, I met his friends, I shared in his hatred for that bastard Harry, I—

That day, I fell in love with more than the image of Draco. I fell in love with the man he was.

Every once in a while, he would take me out of his pocket, shine me, and gaze at me with an undeniable sort of admiration. I think that day he fell in love with me too.

There was more too it though. Behind the admiration there was a glimmer of something eager, something hungry, something primal. I didn't care, though. As long as he wanted me.

I would have been anything; I would have been everything. For him alone. For him alone.

His fingertips were made up of hard skin, but his hands were soft—Godric, I love me a man who knows how to moisturise.

As he (finally!) finished his activities for the day, we sat together in his dorm room as he leaned back in the bed.

I settled into his palm, cozy as can be and stated into those beautiful grey eyes. I couldn't believe he was real.

He shined me on his coat one last time, and I almost wished my apple-y body could shiver as he murmured seductively,

"I've been waiting to eat you all day."

Call me Nikki from dork diaries because SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

I felt myself be elevated into his mouth and awaited my lovely death when his dorm room opened.

Really? At a moment as intimate as this?

Some girl--black hair, pale as a ghost, not a tad bit apple-like (or, some might say, appleing. Get it. Appealing.)--barged in and sat her bony ass on the foot of the love of my life's bed.

"Yes, Pans?" Draco raised an eyebrow. I scoffed internally. Pans? What sort of name is that?

"I just wanted to make sure we were still on for tomorrow?" This "Pans" asked hopefully.

Draco nodded. "7 o'clock, by the lake?"

The girl grinned. "Good." Then--and you won't believe this--she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Tramp.

Then she set those ratty little eyes on me.

"You sure you don't want a knife for that?" She muttered a couple words and the objective seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Draco accepted it immediately. "Thanks, Pansy."

She-FINALLY--left the room, muttering a goodbye, and Draco returned his attention to me.

I couldn't believe what I had just seen. How could he do that to me as if I weren't right there? How could he be so cruel?

I expected him to put down the blade. I didn't think he could possibly muster any more malice.

He tore that naivety to shambles as he ripped through my skin.

Tears streamed down my apple form, as I bled and bled—could he not see the glisten? Could he not feel my pain?

He cut me into delicate slices and ate me slowly. I felt as each part of me disappeared down his gaping maw. It wasn't supposed to feel like that. We were suppose to be in love. He was supposed to care.

He hummed in contentment as he took his second to last slice and I realised I was in love with a monster.

He eyed what remained of me, a thin crisp, a sorry excuse for an apple slice and the part of me I felt was most essential--my core. Those seeds were to be my mark of the world. I finally understand how horrible he was, but he wouldn't not plant them for me, would be? He wouldn't let me disappear without a trace? I'd already gone through so much in that hour.

He quickly got through that last slice and a felt my dense core be lifted as he stood from the bed. Relieved, I let out a breath. I was right. He wasn't just going to leave me there. He was going to plant what was left of me and let me grow, revived, safe, and far away from monsters like him.

He didn't make it to the dorm room door.

He tossed me in the bin.

I wasn't quite sure what I'd expected, really. Draco's a bitch. I should've known better.

If I had a wish I would have never f'ed around.

After all, he'd already torn me to shreds me before he truly consumed me.

/*Apple is the only one permitted to slander Pansy thank you very much.

Drapple>>>dramoine/drarry/drastoria/literally anything*/