The Awaking

Hey every one I'm sorry that is took me so long to write this chapter but I had some things I needed to take of. so i will try my best to upload the rest of the story when i have a chance to finish writing is if any one would like to finish the other story i writen by all means go ahead.
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See Chapter One for Disclaimer

Harry could not believe what he was seeing or hearing , but one thing didn’t stick with him to well is the fact that his past self had so much rage and hate for Draco he couldn’t believe it .

“ My Prince ” Adrian said in a low tone. But before he could say any thing else he was cut off.

“ I know what you want to know Harry, but you see things were different back then and at the time my rage for him was more lust and love but I was so scared and in rage at him for the way he acted around me. So if you would let me continue with me story.”

Harry just nodded his head for the prince to continue his story. “ Ok now where did I leave off, oh yes. Like I was saying.”

But even after I fell into an uneasy sleep, his face haunted my dreams. When at last I fell from the bed to land on the cobbled floor, it was because in the final dream, he ripped my tunic from me to sink his sharp fangs into my neck. His flesh was cold as ice against mine and my body craved his, even as he stole my life away. It was my yell of denial that helped force me awake to see the dawn outside. I groaned and passed my fingers through my shoulder length hair with a shudder. What had that creature done to me? Even now, my flesh was still hard from my dream and it made me sick to see it. Was I so reduced that I wanted a monster to take me and consume me like a pheasant at me father’s banquet and the monster was not even one of the beautiful vampire women form the tales. I retched and dove for the icy harshness of the washbasin, determined to wash all such thoughts from my head.
When I went to the kitchens to break my fast, I avoided the corridors near the quest quarters. Maybe the legends which said that the prince and his people must spend the daylight hours asleep were not true. I wanted to see not more of my monstrous brother to be than I was forced to. But destination that I could do nothing to avoid hearing about him. All the talk was of the prince and his retinue, his wealth, his thirst for blood. True, he had drunk sheep’s blood last night and seemed pleased enough with it then, but what would happen once the princess was in his bed? And on it went until I fled to avoid hearing more. I chose the library as my hiding place for the day, knowing that I would not be discovered there. I curled up in one of the decaying chairs with a dusty leather book that none of my brothers or sisters would dream of reading. but eventually, the dry history was too much even for me and I fell asleep. I do not know how long it was that I drifted in slumber but there was a fire on the hearth when I awoke. I smiled to see it warm for the first time all day. Then I stretched my stiffened limbs, swearing softly at the small pains. It was then that I realized that there was a cloak spread over me and that I was no longer alone in the library. The prince sat watching me, an unread book open in his own lap. I started and the book I held fell unheeded to the floor with a loud thump.

“What are you doing here? You startled me.” My words sounded unnecessary, hovering in the air amid the cloud of dust from the books.

“Afraid to wake and find the monster feeding from your open veins, princeling? I’ll trouble you for my cloak if you’re done with it.”

I scrambled to my feet, holding the cloak out to him as if its touch stung me. He took it with a wry and twisted smile that did not reach his eyes. Somehow it gave me my courage back. “you visit a room you’ll never see Pansy in when she comes to your castle.” I smirked in the knowledge of my own superiority. The prince rose so fast I leapt backward only to be stopped by his hand under my chin. He tilted my face upward so I had to meet his eyes and they swallowed me. It almost felt as if his lips brushed mine but I knew that could no be. Instead I heard the sting of his words.

“You bore me with your assumptions, princeling. Mayhap I come here only to feed my people and not to wed at all. Do your nightmares not tell you as much?” I found my voice with an effort. “It’s a long way from the Western Wall to my father’s court. Were there no peasants or barbarian ladies you might of this sty temptation enough?” I hated him more in that moment than I had ever hated anyone before and my hands tremble with the strength of my anger.

“Perhaps it might be. If I wed Pansy,” his twisted, “I shall live here in this delightful castle with her equally delightful family. I might even come to their chambers on moonlit nights to sample all the had to give me. What do you say to that?”

“Let me go. They say you do not take unwilling victims. My sister is willing to give herself to you. She should be enough.” My anger cooled just enough for me to feel afraid and I hated myself for it.

“What do you know about it, princeling beast?” I flinched. How kind of Pansy to share the family’s nickname for me with this thing. He ran his thumb over my lower lip, tugging it downward and leaning in close to whisper in my ear. “I think I will always call you that. It suits you.”

“Am I to call you beauty then?” I snorted as I jerked away. “Be gone, monster!” I fumbled at my neck for the old silver griffin that my grandmother had given me and yanked it free of my clothes. The prince looked at me and laughed. It was a hearty laugh, one that showed his fangs and made me shudder. Then he turned and left the library, still laughing. I shivered and shuddered and the heat coursing through my veins and the anger that filled me from head to toe. And yet I could feel such sensation within me that I could scarcely bear to contemplate. My lip burned where his finger had touched it and my ear echoed with the sound of his whisper. Some part of me longed to encounter him again. My senses reeled with confusion. Clearly he was a monster and nothing more, and yet he laid his cloak on me while I slept. He had a servant start a fire or had started it himself so that I would be warm. In a life unaccustomed to kindness, he had shown me a little and it was more than I could bear. I flung myself into chair by the fire and vent to my anger in silent weeping until my hunger sent me to the banquet hall for dinner. There I sat in my distant corner and ate my usual fare of the king’s leavings. I watched the prince and tried to hate him more than my father who sat at his side. But I could not find it in me since I had hated my father far longer. A voice pulled me from my thoughts. “The prince sends this with his warmest regards.” Cheeks flaming, I glance up at one of the prince’s servitors. He set the tray he carried down on the bench next me and vanished as silently as he appeared. For a moment, I thought about throwing it to the dogs. But there was James watching me askance and a plate of food finer I had ever eaten set before me. I ate, sharing it with my father’s jester, fearing that my father or Pansy had noticed this strange act of kindness and would make me pay for it later. Or that the prince himself sought only to fatten me up for his own future meal. still I ate, savoring the sweetness of the roast bird and tried to ignore all that it might mean.
My father called James to entertain his quests but I could not bear to stay and watch my friend play the fool. Too often I had helped to ease his bruises when the king or on of the courtiers did not find him amusing enough. My intervention would only mean more punishment later for both of us so instead I slipped quietly from the hall. This time it was Aura and not her prince, who found me in the corridors. She slipped up behind me, wrapping a meaty arm around my throat and squeezing until I flailed the air with my arms, trying to get free. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, beast, and I won’t stand for it. He’s mine and I won’t have any of his misplaced sympathy for our mother’s mistake interfering. You are to stay away from him or I will have you brought to the dungeons and tormented until you beg for death.”

“Father would never permit it,” I gasped, barely able to get the words out.

Pansy laughed, a harsh cruel sound that echoed off the stone walls. “Father would help heat the irons. You’re none of his get, fool. Surely you’ve realized that by now. You live only because our mother protected you. Now that she’s gone, it’s just a matter of time.”

I flailed harder, breaking her hold as the sound of approaching servants came up the corridor behind us. She watched me scamper away, her look burning its way through the back of my tunic. So the king was not truly my father? This was almost too much to hope for, despite my terror. I ran up the stairs to my tower, barring the door and barricading it with the old bureau. My sister was quite capable of carrying out her threats, as I knew of old. I spent a sleepless night turning what she said over in my mind. True, she might have lied, but her words had the ring of truth. When the sun rose the next day, I had decided on a plan. It would take me several days to steal all that I needed, but once I succeeded in that, I would leave the castle of my father and go out into the world. It could be no harsher my sleep or baffle me with periodic kindnesses. The decision brought me some peace as the day passed in a blur, I darted from hiding place to hiding place, taking an apple here a pack or a waterskin there. Ever since I’d been able to walk, I had explored every hidden cubby, every secret passage in the castle until I could vanish for hours, completely undiscovered. It was in one of there that I hid what I found, confident that no one would find it there. When I thought I had purloined all that would not be missed in a single day, I went openly to the kitchen and begged some bread and cheese. This I took once more to the library, though trepidation filled me at what I might fin there. I would say that I didn’t think of the beautiful, monstrous prince during the long hours of hiding and stealing but there would be no truth in it . I imagined his thumb on my lip, his teeth in my neck, until is seemed as if he might emerge from any one of a thousand hidden corners. I berated myself soundly for this sickness of mind that seemed to hold me whenever I thought of him, but to no avail. Still, I was relieved not to find him in the library. True, that meant no fire and no warm cloak, but the cold was a small price to pay to be at peace for a time. To my surprise, there was enough wood in the hearth to make a fire myself, so I indulged myself in this small luxury and sat watching the flames and warming to half-frozen feet. Idly, I found that the flames reminded me of his eyes and I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the quality of my own dreams. At the time I thought that this was how he was able to appear so noiselessly at my side, but then I was not so used to his powers. “Little beast. We meet again.” His voice was dry, richly amused, and I started a little from my chair, heart pounding.

“My sister has threatened my life if I speak to you again, my lord.” I was afraid of Pansy, but I said it mainly to ruin her chances. I would be gone long before their betrothal was announced, surely. And he should know that he had found his match for brutality. I looked up at him, noticing the open neck of his shirt and the lean muscles it exposed, and I tried to look away. He knelt before me with a soft crackling of wool and leather and black silk so his eyes were level with mine. They wet on forever and I was not surprised to feel his gloved hand on my chin. “ Are you afraid of your sister, beautiful little beast?” I nodded, unable to take refuge in a brave lie. Part of me wondered about his new name for me; no one had ever thought me “beautiful” before. I wondered then if he spoke to all his meals this way and I shuddered. “Then I’ll speak and you deep silent,” he murmured. I tried to tug free of his , his eyes, but found myself immobile, frozen. He fastened his mouth on mine, leaving me to howl my protests into the muffling softness of his tongue. I failed, trying to free myself from the awful pressure of his mouth, but he held me in a grip like iron, pulling me close to his heated flesh. I made the futile gesture of shoving at his breast, gasping for air as his mouth relentlessly claimed mine. I could feel he edge of his fangs against my tongue and wailed in pure terror. He broke off his terrible kiss then, and reaching his hand up into my hair, bent my face backward so that my neck was exposed. “Let me go , monster!” I found my voice in a single burst of sound. “I could take you now and make you one of us. I can tell that you are not completely unwilling.” He murmured the words against the skin of my neck, sending shivers all over my flesh. I could feel his fangs rest against me like a dagger’s edge and I writhed to get away but he held me fast . He opened the neck of my tunic to bare more of my shoulder and he showered me with obscene, burning kisses, agonizingly slow.

Then his hand found its way down between my legs, cupping what it found there. To my shame, I hardened at his touch and laughed at my shame, I hardened at his touch and he laughed at my flesh’s betrayal of my spirit. He lowered his face, still holding me in place and kissed his way down to where I strained at my leggings. He sassed me through my clothes and I moaned, a small tortured sound. I burned with sickened desire, feeling it engulf me like a wave even as I fought it with all my strength. He murmured, “Such a beautiful boy should be immortal. Don’t you agree?” Sheer terror took me then, and I kicked at him in a fury. He laughed and raised his face to my neck. His fingers continued to stroke me, cupping and caressing until it was almost more than I could bear. “Stop it! I’ll kill you if you make me one of you! I swear I will!’ I screamed the words as he bit me gently at the base of my neck. My body was betraying me to his touch but I would not let my weakness deny me vengeance. This I swore to myself. “No! let me go!” I wiled even though my body begged for thing I could not bear to imagine. “ So fierce a princeling should be taken willingly.” He smiled down at me, fans barely visible at the corners of his lips and gave me a final kiss, more gentle than the first. He released my face removed his hand from between my legs, leaving me to spit and swear at him from the safety of the chair. “But I and accustomed to getting what I desire, little beast. I do not think that you will be an exception remember that…….