KILL'EM ALL
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marguerite_26I really needed something to prepare me for Deathly Hallows. This has worked nicely.
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circe_tigana
Here's mine:
Draco made his way through the darkening streets of Los Angeles, dodging any populated areas and holding his breath in the worst of the alleys. Every night he headed to the same seedy bar for grease and watered down beer. Each night he took a different combination of ducks and turns, short cuts that went in circles, but always the same bar.
He was stupid to do it. If he stayed in his empty apartment and counted dead cockroaches for entertainment he’d probably live a bit longer. But he went into hiding to live, not simply to exist. The least he could do was have some soggy chips and a drink with a bunch of loser muggles. They didn’t care who he was or why he came - never asked him his story, never offered up theirs.
It was just as well, because he didn’t want to have to find a new pub - sorry bar.
He’d sit in the corner, pick at the food, sip his beer and watch the door. It was something, at least. He could wait it out, whatever it was he was waiting for. He’d never go back, even if it were safe. He just new there was more; he was destined for something greater than this sad American dream.
The night was cool and wet. It had been a ‘damn shitty September for L.A.’, or so he’d overheard. He tugged the collar of his leather jacket tight around his neck. The wind picked up. Across the street someone struggled as his long black cloak danced blew wildly in the gust.
Draco’s heart hammered in his chest. He dove into the nearest alley and pulled out his wand.
“Hello, handsome,” a sweet, childlike voice came from behind him.
He spun around, ready to strike.
Standing before him was a woman. Her bone structure, pale face, blue eyes, straight blond hair - it all said pure blood Malfoy. But tank top and tight jeans made he look every bit a Muggle. Most importantly, her hands were empty and her arms were unmarked.
“Stand back” He repeated “I could… I’m dangerous.” He stretched out his arm pointed his wand at her.
In a flash she was on him. Before his brain could register what was happening, his head was slamming against brick and his wand was no longer in his grasp.
He was pinned to the back wall of the alley, her hands clasped tightly around each shoulder. He couldn’t believe that someone so tiny, that a woman so tiny, could hold that kind of strength. It made him hard.
“Mmm,” she pressed herself against him. “Maybe I like my men dangerous.”
Involuntarily, he tilted his hips to meet her movements. He’d never been with an older woman, a stronger woman. A woman who knew what she wanted.
This was so much better than fumbling in the closet with Pansy.
He captured her mouth in his for a furious kiss. She met him in passion and intensity, but when he tried to push away from the wall to swap positions she slammed him back.
“Christ, you’re strong.”
With a smirk, she squeezed him again until tears almost sprang in his eyes.
The harder she pressed, the more it hurt, the better he like it. No one had ever touched him like this. No one had ever made him feel like this.
She pulled away for a moment and gazed into his eyes, searching for something, looking for an answer.
Draco tugged her forward.
“Yes.” Not a plea, not begging. A simple answer. He wanted what she was offering.
The pain was sharp, bright and blinding. A burning throb began in his neck and blood flowed freely into Darla’s mouth.
It was done. Draco fell silently into the darkness.
Go KILL'EM ALL for
circe_tiganaHere's mine:
Draco made his way through the darkening streets of Los Angeles, dodging any populated areas and holding his breath in the worst of the alleys. Every night he headed to the same seedy bar for grease and watered down beer. Each night he took a different combination of ducks and turns, short cuts that went in circles, but always the same bar.
He was stupid to do it. If he stayed in his empty apartment and counted dead cockroaches for entertainment he’d probably live a bit longer. But he went into hiding to live, not simply to exist. The least he could do was have some soggy chips and a drink with a bunch of loser muggles. They didn’t care who he was or why he came - never asked him his story, never offered up theirs.
It was just as well, because he didn’t want to have to find a new pub - sorry bar.
He’d sit in the corner, pick at the food, sip his beer and watch the door. It was something, at least. He could wait it out, whatever it was he was waiting for. He’d never go back, even if it were safe. He just new there was more; he was destined for something greater than this sad American dream.
The night was cool and wet. It had been a ‘damn shitty September for L.A.’, or so he’d overheard. He tugged the collar of his leather jacket tight around his neck. The wind picked up. Across the street someone struggled as his long black cloak danced blew wildly in the gust.
Draco’s heart hammered in his chest. He dove into the nearest alley and pulled out his wand.
“Hello, handsome,” a sweet, childlike voice came from behind him.
He spun around, ready to strike.
Standing before him was a woman. Her bone structure, pale face, blue eyes, straight blond hair - it all said pure blood Malfoy. But tank top and tight jeans made he look every bit a Muggle. Most importantly, her hands were empty and her arms were unmarked.
“Stand back” He repeated “I could… I’m dangerous.” He stretched out his arm pointed his wand at her.
In a flash she was on him. Before his brain could register what was happening, his head was slamming against brick and his wand was no longer in his grasp.
He was pinned to the back wall of the alley, her hands clasped tightly around each shoulder. He couldn’t believe that someone so tiny, that a woman so tiny, could hold that kind of strength. It made him hard.
“Mmm,” she pressed herself against him. “Maybe I like my men dangerous.”
Involuntarily, he tilted his hips to meet her movements. He’d never been with an older woman, a stronger woman. A woman who knew what she wanted.
This was so much better than fumbling in the closet with Pansy.
He captured her mouth in his for a furious kiss. She met him in passion and intensity, but when he tried to push away from the wall to swap positions she slammed him back.
“Christ, you’re strong.”
With a smirk, she squeezed him again until tears almost sprang in his eyes.
The harder she pressed, the more it hurt, the better he like it. No one had ever touched him like this. No one had ever made him feel like this.
She pulled away for a moment and gazed into his eyes, searching for something, looking for an answer.
Draco tugged her forward.
“Yes.” Not a plea, not begging. A simple answer. He wanted what she was offering.
The pain was sharp, bright and blinding. A burning throb began in his neck and blood flowed freely into Darla’s mouth.
It was done. Draco fell silently into the darkness.
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Date: 2007-07-17 05:48 pm (UTC)Hoshit. This is the first crossover that I've enjoyed. That was, whoa.
And what an amazing end for Draco. xD
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Date: 2007-07-18 02:51 pm (UTC)