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TTH Challenge no. 213: Write Angelus in a crossover situation.
A/N: This takes place in the early 1900’s and is a cross with Harry Potter. I wrote it ages ago, but never got around to posting it.
20 Minutes with Angelus
Start Time: 18:40
“I’m going to drain you dry!” The vampire hissed with a cruel smirk on his face.
“Please; no.” The young boy pleaded.
Angelus smirked further. He loved it when they begged. He’d picked the boy carefully. He was young, ten or so, and had wavy medium brown hair. He reminded Angelus of himself at that age and he hated to be reminded of his humanity.
Angelus sniffed the air and shifted back into his human face to give the child a false sense of security. “What’s your name, son?”
The boy shivered. How could the demon change like that and suddenly be so nice to him. “A-Albus.”
“Albus?” Angelus snorted. “Albus what?”
“Albus D-Dumbledore, sir.”
“Well, Alby, do you mind if I call you Alby? Today is your lucky day. I’m not going to kill you…yet. Are you a warlock, boy?”
“A-A wizard, sir.” Young Albus stammered.
“A wizard.” Angelus crooned. “Very…tasty!”
He shifted back into his game face and plunged his teeth into the young boys flesh, just on his pulse point. He briefly considered turning him, but a wizard, even an untrained one like he assumed this child was, could be powerful and Angelus had vowed to never turn a human that could be more powerful that he was.
Angelus hadn’t even drunk a pint of the magical blood when he was blasted backwards. Maybe the wizard wasn’t as untrained as he thought. But the boy looked just as surprised as he did, before legging it out the Scottish alley and back to wherever his home was.
Angelus made as if to follow him, but his legs were still tingling from the blast of magic the small boy had delivered to him. He snarled in annoyance.
“Now, now, Angelus; that’s not very gentleman like.” A smooth voice said from the shadows.
“Darla.” Angelus acknowledged; his bad mood evaporating. He licked his lips that still tasted of the young wizard’s blood.
“Did your plaything get away?” Darla asked, with the slightest bit of disgust in her voice.
“I’ll get him.” Angelus growled. “I’ll get him and make him sorry he was ever born.”
Darla smirked, her prim features looking distorted and ugly. “That’s my boy.”
Finish Time: 19:00