I've had this idea floating around for a while about writing Harry as a vampire - of sorts, but my sense of humour is bound to make this the opposite of a poetically written supernatural story.
Fun trivia fact: I edited the photo up top, I've been doing digital artwork and graphics for about 15 years now, so there's a vampire Harry for you all.
Caroline was a patient woman, her patience was a virtue she prided herself in - however, it was currently hanging by a thread due to the 700 year old creature that was acting like a petulant brat.
"We have no O negative left Harry, B positive is the best we have" she says calmy, trying with every fibre of her being not to snap back.
Harry glowers at the delicate whisky glass in his hands, filled with the warm crimson liquid before slamming it on the kitchen counter.
"I don't want B positive, it's sour unless it's fresh" he grumbles immaturely, folding his arms stubbornly in front of his chest.
Lord give me strength, she thinks you herself.
Caroline takes a calming breath, running her fingers through her long auburn hair to try and push away some of the stress "You're cranky when you're hungry, just drink the damn thing"
To say Harry wasn't taking his new diet well was a gross understatement, since the day Caroline had met him a year ago, and since he was created Harry was one of the most vicious killers that existed in their kind, feared by humans and vampires alike.
He was ruthless, merciless and the most insidious kind of vampire, because for centuries he did it for the fun, not the hunger.
Caroline had started as a prisoner of sorts, a voluntary one at that however. She had a struck a deal to protect her family, in return she gave up herself to what most people would consider a monster.
What started as a very... conflicting and turbulent relationship, eventually turned into something far worse, completely out of control of both of them.
They were hopelessly in love.
It was powerful, and soul crushing and no matter how much either of them had tried to fight it, it consumed both of them.
Considering most people frown upon falling in love with a predator, and vampires themselves see it as a gross weakness, akin to playing with your food as apposed to eating it - their relationship causes them more grief than most people could tolerate.
"I don't want it!" Harry shouts, smacking the glass from the counter causing it to shatter on the wall, sending the dark liquid spraying all over the wall paper.
Caroline presses her lips together firmly in annoyance, how the hell is she meant to get that stain off the wall?
She's all too familiar with cleaning up blood, and it's not something she's ever been fond of - however in their unique situation, it became as habitual as doing the dishes.
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Sweet Dreams. H.S.Short Story
*Mature Content* A series of short stories and one shots. Mostly a place to organise ideas I have for other possible stories. Some are sweet, some are spicy - most of them questionable.