Gale Hawthorne (stormrebel) wrote in landofatlantis, @ 2011-10-03 08:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | gale hawthorne - stormrebel, scorpius malfoy - malscor |
Attack - One Shot (Strigoi Plot)
Who: Gale Hawthorne, Scorpius Malfoy
Where: An alley in the city.
When: Sunday Evening
What: Strigoi Plot
Rating: High
Status: Complete
Last week - Gale couldn't remember the exact sequence of events. It was more like flashes. He was walking back to the beach house that he shared with friends. Fishing through keys in his pocket, he couldn't help thinking about her, his Katnip. She wasn't really his, but that was the way he thought of her. That hadn't changed, even in the months that they spent together here. He was lonely, and she seemed more tied to Peeta, but his heart couldn't seem to let go. Sighing, he looked up at the house. It was another day to pretend that this situation was alright.
He heard a noise, just a faint rustling that he had assumed was the wind. He didn't bother turning around. There was another noise, something half human, half animal, or maybe just his imagination. He wasn't armed, but he could fight. Quickly, he turned. The rest was a bit of a dream. He felt the shove, could feel his arms swinging, throwing punches, and then heat. A body covered his and there was a mouth, warm against skin. There was a piercing sting, and some pain, but his body seemed to be unwilling to move. The blackness came soon after.
Gale woke, managing to stumble back home. The taste in his mouth was metallic, like having bit his tongue, gulping down his own blood. He fell on his bed gratefully, not awakening for nearly 24 hours. His recovery had been quick. He felt better, stronger, faster than he was before. The physical changes, while present, were scarcely noticed by him. The red eyes were overlooked, but the hunger couldn't be denied. It was an extreme hunger that occurred when the body went for days without food. Food wouldn't sate it, only the same taste that had been left in his mouth, blood.
At first, he hadn't been sure. He found himself in the woods with his bow and arrows, more accurate than normal. Taking down a deer, he began to clean, and the smell tickled his nose. He could feel his teeth extend, and he bit into the raw flesh. It took him time to find a vein of the still warm body, but when he did, he realized what he wanted. The blood of an animal didn't quite quench that hunger, but his mind was now clear.
It had been a week. Gale slept during the day, and patrolled the streets at night. He had taken up residence in an alley, close to a club and a string of shops. There was a large amount of foot traffic, easy targets, especially since he was worth looking at. He could smile, talk a little bit, and wrap the victim around his fingers. There was no need to go to the woods when there was a plethora of people in the city.
Scorpius had promised that he would be home soon. He stopped at the store to get some pencils, and a few chocolates that he favored. He felt like he was locked away, but his family was worried, especially with vampires on the attack. They were right to worry, but it wasn't easy for anyone his age. Sunday nights were boring anyway. He looked up and saw the music store, thinking that he could just stop in and pick up new sticks. It would also kill time.
He saw the figure on the corner, another man, nice looking, very fit. He seemed to be just as bored, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. It was odd at night, but he had seen worse. The man smiled at him, making him feel warm. Keep walking, he told himself.
"Evening," Gale said to the blonde as he approached his corner near the alley. He could feel his fangs beginning to sense the blood that he needed. "You should be inside. The streets aren't safe."
"Right, just on my way home," Scorpius said, ignoring the fact that he wanted to stop and talk. "Shouldn't you be home as well."
"I'm waiting for a friend. I'm like a personal escort service," Gale grinned, teasing a bit. He already had the plan in his mind and this was an easy target.
Scorpius decided that was about enough, especially with the warm feeling running. He shouldn't even look. Gale's hand pointed behind the blonde, and Scorpius followed it. "Wha - ."
It happened in an instant. Gale's reflexes were vastly improved, and it was so easy to catch someone off guard. He grabbed the man, and took him back into the dark about 50 feet. He pushed his victim against the wall, smiling all the while. His fangs had elongated to their full length. "It might be me that you are hiding from." He braced the victim with a leg, feeling the man start to struggle. Pretty soon, there would be no fight.
Scorpius pulled his wand with a free arm. He tried not to fight much so the other man wouldn't notice. "Petrif - ," was all he managed to get out before he felt the blow to his jaw that sent his head back into the wall. He wasn't sure how he held onto the wand. "Expelliarmus," he muttered, this time grazing the man's shoulder.
Gale growled, throwing the man to the ground with his good arm. He had cracked his head hard against the wall, causing blood to flow from a cut. The smell was intoxicating, taking away the sting of his shoulder. He was on top of the man, who seemed to have fight in him after all, but Gale wasn't interested in the game anymore. His teeth sunk into his jugular vein and the blood was flowing.
Scorpius had been dizzy from the first hit. He really wasn't sure where he was, only that the man was on top of him, and he felt paralyzed. He could feel his pulse. He could feel sticky heat. He could feel his senses dim, his fighting instinct leaving. His family. He could see them. Grandmum, his fathers, his mother, Maxxie. His brain began to drift, rolling with an internal tide. The ebb and flow, and then back again until the tide went out, and his mind dimmed, and the last bits of light faded into nothing.
Gale took every last drop, trying to pull more life from the boy, even after it was over. He stood up slowly and wiped his chin. "Have a good evening," he told the lifeless body before walking to find another haunt.