Mirkys Drabble Chain

Title: Drabble 18 - Late Night Run

Pairing: Harry . Angelus

Fandom: Harry Potter Xover BtVS

AN: Not completely happy with this, edited it several times... might write another drabble to go along, don't know.

The jog had started like any other. There was a moment of stretching, a moment of tucking his wand in its holster on his forearm, and before Harry knew it he was jogging. Living in Sunnydale for little over a month he had gotten used to the pressure that the Hellmouth surrounded him. If it could the Hellmouth would swallow him whole and as tempting as it sounded Harry found living a life of normalcy much more satisfactory than consumed within the dark that bathed Sunnydale California.

Magic like his own and that of here were polar opposites, thankfully Harry had enough magic to push back and live as carefree as he dared. There was a reason why he chose Sunnydale to make his home, it was impossible for the average witch or wizard to get within miles of the place. The Ministry of Magic had labeled the town and the surrounding area a ‘dead zone’ even with a lay line running straight through.

To keep himself safe, his magic created its own personal dome that encased him, keeping the dark and oppressive vibes from the Hellmouth at bay. It wasn’t a physical manifestation but for those with the ability to see such things it would be noticeable vibrant neon pink. Something Harry refused to think too much on. If it weren’t for his reserves Harry was sure he would still be running away from his past, away from the vultures that was Great Britain, and this small place barely on the map allowed him to dig in his heels and finally settle down.

Jogging through the well lit areas of town Harry decided on a random path of taking the longest rout to the edge of the largest cemetery near the border that was Sunnydale, the only cemetery really that boasted its own trail through some wooded area that ended at a dip to a cave that was one of several places where a portal laid dormant. Of course that little fact wasn’t quite known amongst the population that considered themselves ‘normal’. Stopping just feet away from the cemeteries edge Harry caught the occasional shadow ducking behind tombstones and the mausoleums scattered about.

Jogging at night let alone coming near any cemetery had its own risk but Harry had never been one to take risks. Maybe he relied too much on his magic, maybe it was a cockiness that kept him from staying inside his home with the doors and windows locked, but Harry knew he could take care of himself when the more persistent creatures stalked him. He was confident in his ability to defend himself but even he knew better than to push his luck. It would be easy for a vampire or even the odd demon to drag him into the darkness, even the morning weren’t truly safe. Though knowing how delectable his arse was Harry had made his point loud and clear he wasn’t looking to be dragged off and mated let alone taken apart for potions or blood rituals. Sexual preference aside Harry didn’t want to chance any sort of inter-creature relationship, lust driven creatures didn’t know the meaning of no and Harry refused to have a child coerced out of him or even planted inside him.

Turning on his heels for a run back home he was surprised to see a handful of vampires, hungry vampires, blocking him. With a swear he could have hit himself for being lost in thought, how could he have not noticed their presence? Vampires gave off their own muddy signatures, especially the ones freshly turned. Goosebumps broke out along his skin as a cool breadth caressed his ear, “Wizard.”

Dodging away Harry wasn’t prepared for arms of steel to wrap around him pinning him against a hard chest as a curious nose nuzzled his neck with a sniff. “Let me go.”

The vampire’s face shifted from smooth skin to hard ridges and he felt the delightful shudder as his fangs nipped, “You’re a tricky one little wizard.”

“I’m not little.” Harry spat out before he apparated, only to land directly behind the wall of vampires and cross his arms at his chest. Harry took a good look at the demon… the bloke was good looking once his face returned to normal, a beautiful guise he was sure made hunting easier. Not all vampires were gifted with beauty or even allurement. Most had to work for their catch like most predators.

The vampire’s smile was all teeth with a hint of humor in those dark eyes. His build was tall and filled out, either a jock or maybe a farmer. “I’ve been following you.”

“Hm.” the bad guys always had a monologue, who was he to interrupt?

“Watched you turn away every suitor, saved me the time from killing them.” Harry arched a brow, “You could come with me now or put up a fight, either way you’re mine.”

“Yours?” amused.

“To do with as I please.”

Harry smiled, “Turn around.”

Puzzled, “What?”

“Turn… around.” Harry repeated slowly, “I’d like to see the ass I’m going to fuck first.”

The vampire glared, “You’ll know your place maybe I can shut that pretty mouth of yours with my cock.”

“I can see your lips wrapped around my cock… on your knees…” Harry let out a laugh as the vampire lunged but Harry flicked his wrist, wand in hand he swished it so a minion got in the man’s way. “Who’s your daddy boy?” Harry teased before apparating away much to the aggravation of the vampire who swiped at the air where the wizard should have been.

With a snarl Angelus took out his anger on the closest minion ripping the poor girl apart. “Find him!” the minions scattered and Angelus felt an odd emotion swell upwards – humiliation. He could hear the laughter of the prying eyes that belonged to other demons.

That wizard would learn his place. Angelus would make sure of it; he would have that human at his feet broken, bloody, and begging!

End… maybe…