Hunting in Darkness
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,835
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Hunting in Darkness
This fic is going to have both het and slash relationships. It does have the rating M, so beware, but all hard smut will be relocated to aff, we will supply the link when needed. You will need to expect a dark story, this will be a long and rocky road.
We are also looking for a beta, for grammatical and spelling errors. Though we are pretty confident in English, it is not our first language.
Welcome to the prologue
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It was a deceivingly normal day. He was watching from the crowd, his eyes never leaving her form
– saw every graceful move. She’d certainly grown up.
It hadn’t been more than a glance the first time, but it had been enough.
He’d found her, finally. And he was going to get her. Whatever it took, he wanted her blood,
her screams, her pain.
He observed avidly as they started to pack,
all of them grim about the death but determined to catch the killer.
He wondered if they were good enough.
As he watched her smile, his right hand closed tightly enough for his nails to bite into his palm.
Such a pretty smile. He’d wipe that off her face with a knife.
As they started to drive away he smiled at the clearly marked vans.
So nice of them to announce who they were and where they were going.
That just made his job a whole lot easier.
It was a few days later before they left the building as a group again,
but he was patient, he would wait to the end of days.
It wasn't that different from some of the other times, and so far he hadn’t failed.
They had come to him in the end, to die.
He was once again standing in the crowd, hiding in plain sight.
Trying not to stare directly at her as the bitch joked around with Pretty boy and Nervous guy.
He sipped his now cold coffee and stared absently at the body on the ground; young man, kind of pretty.
What a waste.
His eyes drifted from the body on the ground to the man now kneeling next to him,
the man he hadn’t seen before.
That was alarming.
He’d been trying to analyze the team, but what good was that if he had insufficient information?
His hand twitched slightly as he started memorizing everything he could about Brit man,
the man didn’t seem dangerous, but then, neither did he himself.
He was nobody, a shadow of himself, a murderer.
But now he had a new problem to focus on. He had to find out if he was missing someone else.
He had to do something stupid. Good thing there was no one around to stop him.
We are also looking for a beta, for grammatical and spelling errors. Though we are pretty confident in English, it is not our first language.
Welcome to the prologue
------
It was a deceivingly normal day. He was watching from the crowd, his eyes never leaving her form
– saw every graceful move. She’d certainly grown up.
It hadn’t been more than a glance the first time, but it had been enough.
He’d found her, finally. And he was going to get her. Whatever it took, he wanted her blood,
her screams, her pain.
He observed avidly as they started to pack,
all of them grim about the death but determined to catch the killer.
He wondered if they were good enough.
As he watched her smile, his right hand closed tightly enough for his nails to bite into his palm.
Such a pretty smile. He’d wipe that off her face with a knife.
As they started to drive away he smiled at the clearly marked vans.
So nice of them to announce who they were and where they were going.
That just made his job a whole lot easier.
It was a few days later before they left the building as a group again,
but he was patient, he would wait to the end of days.
It wasn't that different from some of the other times, and so far he hadn’t failed.
They had come to him in the end, to die.
He was once again standing in the crowd, hiding in plain sight.
Trying not to stare directly at her as the bitch joked around with Pretty boy and Nervous guy.
He sipped his now cold coffee and stared absently at the body on the ground; young man, kind of pretty.
What a waste.
His eyes drifted from the body on the ground to the man now kneeling next to him,
the man he hadn’t seen before.
That was alarming.
He’d been trying to analyze the team, but what good was that if he had insufficient information?
His hand twitched slightly as he started memorizing everything he could about Brit man,
the man didn’t seem dangerous, but then, neither did he himself.
He was nobody, a shadow of himself, a murderer.
But now he had a new problem to focus on. He had to find out if he was missing someone else.
He had to do something stupid. Good thing there was no one around to stop him.