Harry Potter~Blood~ (Marked)

"I'm sorry-About needing your blood. If there was a cure, I would find it to stop the feedings. It must be hard on you." He whispered as he rubbed his hands into her back. How he treated her like his meal, it sickened him. He wanted to have a mortal relationship with her, she owned his heart. Its tearing apart every time the urge pushes and shoves him to feed.

He laid his head back, covering his face with his pale gaunt hand. His jaw tightened when she admitted to him she would give him everything. She loved him even if it meant death? No, he would not think of her to do such a thing. As he laid there with her, he could barely move without triggering some awkwardness to the situation. "I'll be ok...I'll just need some rest, ya, rest..." He changed positions wiht her so she laid in his arms while sprawled about the couch.

A soft smile played his lips as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest. Her breathing made him calm, the smell of her skin, her touch. It soothed him to the point of sleep. As his eye's closed, he kissed her once more before falling into a deep heavy sleep.

He didn't wake at first. It was hard to raise him from slumber such as heavy as this. His fingers twitched as his eye's shot open. Exploding off the couch without even brushing her, she landed cleanly back on the couch as if nothing happened. He blurred about the room, deciding which area to hide in. He then opened a window. "I'll see you after." He called behind him as he leaped out the window, lucky they were on ground level and crawled out onto the grass.

Dusting himself off he gave off in a fast run back to the courtyard of the school.

Matt ran like a crazed fool, hiding himself in the library, he knew he couldn't be seen by others less he want to be thrown in Azkaban prison.

Matt sat in the same spot as before, sitting down, reading his book. His dark bloodshot eyes glowed in the darkness of the libraries poorly lit lighting.

He smiled softly as he leaned back, his hand brushed hers. Cold as ice. "No, I should get some rest...." He whispered as he twisted about, laying his head onto her lap. "Just..need...sleep..." His voice was growing weaker as his eye's troubled at staying open.

"You recently got out of the medical wing." He breathed as his eye's flickered open. "At this state...I don't know how much i'll hold back." He smiled when she ran her fingers through his hair. It felt nice, calming. So tired...Cold...

His soft weak laugh escaped his lips. It was an odd question, but he answered none the lesser. "Many things, what kill us is simple. Remove our head. Without a brain to move a body, then the body is truly dead." He sighed as he took her hand, not sure which one at this point. Kissing, tasting. He pressed its warmth to hsi frozen face. His deep scarlet eyes stared up at her. "Are you feeling well?" He whispered. As if fearing someone would hear them

"You can't, unless you harm my body. I won't stop if I lose myself. He didn't mean to but his fangs punctured her lip. He felt the rush when he tasted her blood. His eyes shot open, wide and excited. His tongue licked the blood from his lips.

He pulled her closer to him, turning her to lay on her back as he laid a top of her. His lips kissing her neck. his hands entwined with hers as he braced her. His fangs went cleanly into flesh, the hot wave that flowed over him as she could hear the first to heavy gulps run down his throat.

His body shook when he heard those words. The words that made him bite down harder. Made the blood flow quicker, swallowing harder, loudly. His hands spread her body out on the cold wooden floor. Draining her blood like a hungering beast. Devouring her life slowly till he felt himself slipping. Pulling away to breath heavily as droplets dripped from the two puncture holes in her neck.