Bite ↠ Drarry

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This clichè ass motherfucker decided to write a fucking vampire love story bc fuck you thats why

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Draco gasped as his knees buckled, sending him to the cold forest floor. He's been running for hours non-stop, and his lungs felt as though they were ready to explode. He attempted to get back up to his feet, but he was physically unable to. His body was basically failing him at this point- he was utterly exhausted... and if it weren't for the adrenaline still pumping through his veins, he's certain he'd fall asleep right then and there.
The only sounds he could pick up on were the sounds of his heart beating in his ears, and his ragged breaths.

Draco brought a shaky hand to his damp forehead, afterwards bringing it in front of his face to see if the dampness was blood or sweat. Thankfully, it was sweat.
If it were blood, he was sure some sort of creature- be it vampire or werewolf, maybe even something else- would've been on his trail if it were blood.

Slowly, Draco's vision trailed above him; through the tree tops and into the sky. The moon was full, he was sure there was going to be werewolves lurking about somewhere in the forest... he just hoped nowhere near him.

Why, you may ask, was he out in the woods at this time of night? Well, he's been chased out of his village for 'going against the rules of God...' in other words, he was gay. And In this century, being gay was unacceptable.
He had no idea how anyone has figured it out in the first place, but, somehow, they managed. And they chased him out of the village and into the forest... for hours on end. Draco had to run for an extra hour, just to make sure they weren't near.

He was utterly lost, and hadn't the faintest idea of where any near villages may be.

The sound of a twig breaking nearby caused a shot of adrenaline to course through Draco, which made him sit up quickly and scan his surroundings.
Even with the full moon, the treetops were blocking majority of the sky, so it was still quite dark... in other words, he couldn't tell if there was someone-or thing- lurking by sight, only by sound.

After a few minutes of hopelessly scanning his surroundings, Draco fell back so he was once again laying on the forest floor- which he soon came to regret.
As soon as his head touched the ground, a boy appeared in front of him- he was crouching right next to Draco's head.

This boy had striking, emerald green eyes, and inky black hair. His skin was also very tanned- but, the thing that got most of Draco's attention, was his fangs.

Draco instantly pulled out his silver dagger and aimed it at the vampires throat, causing the vampire grin mischievously.

"Well, haven't even introduced myself and you're already ready to kill me." He said, a brow raised.

"No need to." Draco replied, his voice hoarse and his throat dry from running. "You're a vampire, and I'm a human."

"Yes, very observant of you, but what of it?"

" what do you mean 'what of it?' " Draco scoffed, but his arm began to shake- not out of fear, no, purely out of exhaustion.

"You're weak. And tired. Let me help you-"

"DON'T-!" Draco pointed the dagger closer to the vampire's throat, causing the vampire to put his hands up in defense. "Don't. Touch. Me."

"I'm just trying to help." Defended the vampire.

"...why? Aren't I supposed to be your prey? Aren't you supposed to drink my blood?"

The vampire put his hands down and sat them back on his knees, "yes... but I don't want to suck your blood. I already ate. I'm full."

Draco narrowed his eyes, "liar."

"Truther."

Sighing, Draco finally let his arm drop. At this point, it wasn't worth the fight. Even if the vampire didn't kill him, it wouldn't matter. He had no where to go; no food, nor water... no shelter. All he had was the clothes on his back and the silver dagger. He was tired, and he lacked survival skills... he really had nothing to live for at this point. Even if he did find a village, he had no money.
He was fucked.
Utterly fucked.

So, in all honesty, he hoped the vampire would kill him- a quick, painless death.

"What do you want, then?" Draco asked, "I have nothing to offer you."

The vampire frowned, "where are you from?"

"Storm Haven."

"Why are you in the middle of the woods at this time of night?"

"Got chased away."

"Why?"

"You ask too many questions."

The vampires frown deepened.
Before the Vampire could ask anything else, though, Draco felt his adrenaline slowly begin to fade... and slowly, he began to nod off, eventually falling into a slumber.

Wowow this is gonna be like pretty clichè, but not twilight cliche, just cliche.

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