Who: Hermione and the Scorpius Twins When: June 19th, around 8pm Where: MacArthur Park What: Scorpius needs to save a friend... from himself Rating: R Warnings: Character death Status: In Progress
[OOC: I'm posting this now, in case I am not able to get on later tonight.]
Scorpius Malfoy was having quite the interesting time lately. He had been enjoying his time at Thorn Manor. Damien had turned out to be quite the gracious host. And he was wealthy and loaded, and that was alright for someone who looked like a muggle. But the other man clearly wasn't. Not with what he had been teaching. And now there were two of them. The blond wizard thought that was an opportunity too good to pass up. Just like a Malfoy, he saw an opportunity to get what he wanted, and he took it.
But the night before? That was something. He'd ran into a woman near the downtown area. She seemed a bit.. inviting. He'd probably have turned her down, just on the principle that she was a muggle. But she had fangs. And remembering the events with Damien and Faith, along with himself, he figured it would be another round of fun. He liked giving blood. Only.. this time was a little different. It went a bit farther.
The young-looking woman had drank a bit more during the time she had lured him to her car. He'd thought they were to share something else in addition to blood. But it was not to be. This came to a close second. He felt drained afterward. It was then that she made a little slice upon her skin, and asked him to return the favor. It would seem that Sam was right. The boy was an idiot. And, not thinking clearly, he had pressed his mouth to the wound, kissing first, before then holding his lips firmly there.. and he had begun to drink the warm fluid. It was a bit unusual. But he chose to just go with it.
He felt fatigue, a bit of.. pain, was it? And very light. He had managed to make it back to Thorn Manor, where he had met with the Thorn twins once again, before letting one of them take him to his own room after the brief activities were done. He had been alone until now. He had actually been dead, and revived a few hours ago. The wizard was unsure of what was going on. But his senses felt enhanced, he felt different, surreal. And very thirsty. He had drank from some poor soul he came across on the street, drank them dry before leaving them there. But it seemed that he needed more. So here he was in the park. He noticed a young woman walking in front of him, her back to him, so he followed more closely to her...