The Little Things

Rating: T
Warnings: AU, quite evil vampire Cedric, violence

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He prowled the streets, dark red eyes bloodshot and long, leather jacket lifting in the air behind him. His nose searched out the scent of humans, that one, perfect scent he would choose for the night, the one stupid mortal who would dare wander the streets in the dark.

He finally came across such a foolish boy, walking down the pavement, head bowed and shaggy hair hiding some of his face. The vampire’s nostrils flared as he caught the scent of blood, fresh, delightful. His sharp eyes pinpointed the blood as seeping from the boy’s split lip and a cut on his forehead.

It seemed he’d chosen a diamond in the rough for tonight’s feast.

Cedric moved faster than the human eye could see, coming to a halt right behind the boy, in the light of a streetlamp. The boy didn’t sense anything – humans were so weak. But so fun.

“Hello there, lost?” Cedric started, fixing on his best kindly expression. He was very good at them – he had a kind face, a nice smile, a soothing voice, emotional eyes. All perfect for luring his prey to him. Humans couldn’t resist him. Not even the undead could resist him.

“Fuck off,” the boy with hair as black as the night grumbled, walking on and not even looking back. Cedric’s smile nearly turned maniacal – this one would be fun.

“You just... you look so downhearted. Did something happen?” The boy’s shoulders stiffened, but he kept walking. Apparently, whatever had caused the damage to his body was a sore subject.

“No. Go away.”

In a flash of movement Cedric had surpassed the boy and stopped in front of him, looking beseechingly into his face. The boy kept his gaze lowered, but Cedric could see that he had the most breathtakingly vulnerable green eyes.

Cedric had never seen eyes like those before.

“I just want to help. I run a homeless shelter, maybe you’d like to stay for the night? There’s still a couple of slots free, it’s not so well known, you see.” The boy tensed and shook his head.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not homeless.” He made to brush past Cedric, but Cedric grabbed his arm and pulled him back. A finger under the boy’s chin made him raise his head, and Cedric’s dark eyes locked with the boy’s gorgeous gaze.

The boy’s eyes narrowed, suddenly. “Should have known,” he growled. Cedric, still entranced by the most attractive face he’d ever seen, with a strong jaw and chapped, beaten, but on the whole kissable lips, didn’t react fast enough.

The boy reached into his pocket, drew out a long, familiar object, and plunged it into Cedric’s chest.

Cedric gasped sharply as pain shot through him. His vision began to swim as the deadly stake began to take effect, body slowly losing its inhuman strength. He staggered for a moment, wondering how he’d been bested by a mere boy.

The boy shook his head and pushed Cedric to the ground, moving to walk right past him, feeling no guilt at staking just another vampire. A Slayer, a skilled one by the looks of things. One who’d killed too many vampires to care.

“What...” Cedric coughed out pathetically. “What’s your name?” He had to know this boy’s name, had to place it to that gorgeous face. If he was going to be stabbed by anyone, better it be a pretty face.

“Harry,” the boy said, fulfilling what he saw as his dying request. Maybe the boy wasn’t so heartless after all. “Harry Potter.”

The footsteps faded into the distance. Cedric, eyes closed, pale face draining of even more colour as borrowed blood trickled from his chest, listened to them until even his vampiric hearing couldn’t detect the boy.

He grinned and pulled the stake from his body, hissing just slightly at the pain of the rough wood being removed harshly from his aching wound.

He threw the stake to the ground and chuckled. “It’ll take more than a silly piece of wood to defeat a Master Vampire, Harry Potter.”

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Mmm, evil ancient un-sparkly vampire Cedric. The best kind :D I was in a vampire mood... More fulfilled requests to come! Thanks so much for all the response