VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

Disclaimer: see chapter one


Chapter Two


When Harry groggily opened his eyes, he groaned as pain lanced through his body. He started to get up when he was jerked back by the leather restraints on his wrists and ankles. He looked around the small room to see if he could get a hint of who had taken him. He didn’t think it was Voldemort, as he was pretty sure the sick fuck would want him conscious when he killed him. He looked down to see he was wearing pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. Voldemort would not see to his comfort while he was imprisoned.

He glanced around the room again to see if there were any escape routes. One door, no windows. The room had only the double bed, which would probably be quite comfortable if he wasn’t tied down to the damn thing. The walls were bare, the floor . . . stone with a large area rug around the bed. He looked up to see that the ceiling was adorned with metal bars, crisscrossing over each other over his bed, with Muggle track lighting muted low around the perimeter.

He closed his eyes as his stomach grumbled and burned. His body felt tingly, his arms more so. He looked to his arm restraints. “Alohomora,” he quietly said, but nothing happened. He tried again, a little louder . . . nothing. ‘Why won’t it work?’ he thought to himself. His wandless magic usually was quite strong . . . strong enough to handle a simple Alohomora spell. About half way through the last school year, he had been quite adept at wandless magic, able to do most of first and second year spells quite easily, with the help and guidance of Professors Snape and Lupin.

Remus Lupin had come back to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts the previous year, and has become his surrogate godfather . . . stepping in where Sirius Black used to be before he had disappeared through the veil in the Ministry of Magic in his fifth year. Severus Snape, still the Potions Master, and still as snarky as ever, had become one of his hardest task masters. After apologizing profusely for sticking his nose in where it didn’t belong years ago, they continued with the Occlumency lessons, as well as extra tutorials in Potions and the Dark Arts. They were not the best of friends, but they held a grudging respect for each other that enabled the two of them to work together . . . most of the time.

He was brought out of his musings when he heard the lock on the door click open and then the heavy door itself open. He was surprised to see a rather attractive raven haired woman come in with two other men, one of whom he recognized as Stryder . . . the cab driver. The woman was one of the more attractive he’s seen, with her raven hair hanging loosely to her shoulders. Her body was slender and filled out in all the right places in Muggle jeans and a button down shirt . . . both in black.

“Hello Harry,” she greeted with a smile.

“Why am I here? And why am I restrained?” he glared. “And who the hell are you?”

She sat beside him on the bed, where Harry was able to get a closer look at her face. His eyes widened when she smiled again, for he could distinctly see her incisor teeth were a bit longer. “We’ll start with who I am,” she grinned, “my name is Kinsey, and we mean you no harm Harry.”

“Then why tie me down?”

“For your safety and ours,” she simply replied.

“What?!”

“As you may have known, the vampire race has become Voldemort’s new obsession . . . not forgetting you of course,” she smirked. “Voldemort has always searched for ways to immortality. Vampires are not immortal, but we live far longer than wizards. We are also immune to certain spells and curses, with our blood protecting us. There have been a few that have sided with him in hopes of power and greed. Those of us that resisted . . . died.”

“I knew most of that . . . ” Harry began.

“But you didn’t know that we have our own resistance against him, that your Order of the Phoenix is not aware of. Unfortunately, Voldemort is recruiting wizards, vampires, and other dark creatures at a faster rate that we can stop. You see Harry, there’s a few of us . . . a very select few that know of the prophecy made of you. We know you are the only one that can stop Voldemort.”

“Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives,” Harry quietly quoted from the prophecy that was etched into his mind. He looked up at his captor again. “And you think tying me down is helping me?” Harry asked sarcastically.

“Your body was not adjusting to the transformation, so we had to restrain you so you wouldn’t hurt yourself,” Kinsey replied.

“Transformation?” Harry asked. “What the fuck did you do to me?” he snarled trying to pull on his restraints.

“We . . . I have prolonged your life,” she said matter-of-factly.

“You turned me?”

“Yes.”

“And you think you helped me by turning me into another killer?” Harry incredulously asked.

“Harry, I know that you’ve become stronger magically and emotionally, but now that you are a vampire the killing curse cannot kill you. The prophecy states that, ‘he will have power the Dark Lord knows not’, well . . . old Voldie will not be expecting this,” she smirked.

“You did it without my consent . . . ” Harry began.

“Yes,” Kinsey sighed. “Would you have agreed to it?”

“No.”

“How were you planning on defeating Voldemort?”

“Don’t know yet, but he will die,” Harry determinedly said.

“What were you planning on doing after killing him?” she asked, then sighed when he shrugged his one shoulder and said nothing. “You don’t think you’ll survive do you?” she quietly asked.

“Voldemort has always come back. Just when you think he’s gone . . . he comes back,” Harry said. “He always comes back,” he repeated in a whisper.

“With our help you can defeat him Harry . . . ”

“By turning me into a fucking blood-sucking vampire,” he shot back at her. “Let me go. Now!”

“After you feed. The burning you feel in your stomach is telling you it’s time. You have not fed in a week.”

“A week?”

“You have been here that long?” Kinsey replied.

“Let me go,” Harry repeated.

“I will let you go, then you will drink,” she said signaling Stryder to bring the glass of blood.

Harry kept his silence as Stryder and the other vampire freed his arms and legs. He rubbed the numbness away and sat on the edge of the bed. The blood she held in the glass sickened him . . . yet he had this overwhelming urge to take what was offered and guzzle the whole contents down. He slowly got up and took the step or two toward Kinsey, then backhanded the glass to the floor, shattering it on the stone. He lunged for Kinsey to be stopped by Stryder and the other vampire who held him back.

“Predictable Harry,” she laughed. “You always jump before you think. You cannot hurt me Harry. I’m your Siress. I made you. You will stay here until you behave and drink. You have a lot to learn Harry.”

“Fuck you!” Harry yelled as he tried to fight the arms that held him.

“You will thank me Harry,” she smiled sweetly. “Oh, and don’t bother trying to use your magic. The room is warded to inhibit your powers.”

“They will come for me,” Harry confidently said.

“They will look, but will not find you. Until you are ready to accept who and what you are . . . you will stay here,” Kinsey said turning her back to open the door. “You will learn to accept it Harry,” she said as a parting shot before leaving.

Stryder and the other vampire pushed him to the far side of the room, and walked out the door. Just in time, before Harry rushed at them, the door locked firmly in place behind them.

tbc