Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Before the Dawn ❯ Chapter Five: Iris ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter Five:

Iris's POV

 

“I guess you have to leave, then.” I said, disappointed that the day have to end. I was just enjoying myself with Harry.

 

He looks at the sun before turning to me. He is disappointed as well.

 

“I don't want too… but I am living under their roof until I leave for school.” He said, gravely.

 

He hates living with his relatives, I can't blame him. I was like him at one time of my life. I hated living with my mother after Grandmother died. She was the only one who protected me from my mother's insults and abnormal behavior. When she died, I had to defend myself. Sometimes, I refuse to remember my mother temper, violence, and her hands…there is so much comparison between my mother and him, my husband.

 

I did not want to leave him, so I gave him my number. He eagerly took it and put it in his blue Razor phone. He told me his number and I quickly put it in mine. His eyes widen with astonishment as my fingers move though the keypads with a blink of an eye. I should not do it again, not around mortals, at least.

 

After the exchange of numbers, I wanted the conversation to keep going, so I told him I had a nice time being with him. He did the same. Harry almost finished his sentence until a woman, who talks though her noise, called him.

 

Harry tenses, even a hint of anger and resentment appears in his gorgeous emerald eyes, as he tries to ignore them. The woman, who I presume is his aunt, calls him again and Harry could not take it. Before he leaves, he came closer to me.

 

“You should go.” I whispered. I felt his chest near my side. He puts a hand on my shoulder. I breathe very rapidly. He smells so good, Armando fragrances. He makes me feel dizzy, nervous, and hungry. I can also sense and smell his youthful blood. So strong and good enough to drink…

 

“You're probably right. I see you Saturday.” He whispered against my ear.

 

My eyes lower, blinking seductively. Not since I was a newborn vampire that I usually do not feel faint. I usually ignore the odor of blood until I met Harry and I feel dizzy from his powerful blood. My God, he should leave before I drink his blood or worse.

 

“Until we meet on Saturday, good bye, Mr. Harry Potter.” I said softly, catching my breath. I did not want him to leave me but his aunt and uncle was impatient.

 

Dudley makes a devious comment which made me blush and outrages his parents. Harry's uncle turns red while his wife almost fainted.

 

Harry ignored him.

 

“See you, Ms. Iris Clayton…the vampire.” he teased.

 

Then he left, without another word. My heart begins to break as I long to speak to him again. He is like a….friend. A friend that is loyal and I can trust with anything, including my life. I showed a brave smile as I left. My cat pokes his head out of the bag and cried.

 

“Not now, Lelio, go back in the bag before I get in trouble.” I warned him.

 

He meows one last time as he slowly puts his head in the bag. I left the mall without anyone seeing my moment and made it to my favorite motorcycle: the purple Honda XL. I had it custom made in Japan. When I look at it in the magazine, I had to have it. It took over three months to make before it was delivered in London. Some are amaze, thinking how I got that motorcycle and where can they get one. Others thought I was a menace, a rebel to society who deserves jail time, but it's their dogma. I feel invincible, ready to take on the world when I drive my motorcycle all over town.

 

I put on my helmet, made sure Lelio is safely in my bag and rode like the wind. I turn on the radio, listening to the music of HIM. I should get their CD, someday. I pass every car and within minutes I made it to the Harrington Hotel. I park the motorcycle, alongside my 2009 lavender Porsche and 2008 beige Honda Arca. I take off my helmet and place under my arm and walk to the entrance. Instead of going to my room, I decided to sit in the longue.

 

I sat on the golden and beige, antique chair. The cushion has small 17th century angel art decorated several meters apart. I relaxed when the piano player begin to perform one of Mozart's magnum opus. As I enjoy the music, I saw a couple walking. The man starts to nibble on his future wife's neck. She tries to push him away playfully but gives in to his charm. Soon they were in the elevator, heading to their room. I think he is going to make sweet love to her for endless hours. Afterwards he will tell her about his undying love for her.

 

My husband never did that to me and why should he? I was nothing more than a slave to him. I would tell him how much I loved him and he replies by treating me like an empty vessel. He never treated me like a diamond but only zinc. He rather abuse and rape me than lay me on the soft bed and make love to me. I wanted so much to be treated like his mistresses, an expensive jewel.

 

I wonder does Harry have someone. Someone he can come home to and make her feel valuable not nugatory. By his personality, I believe he will treat his lady friend like a jewel unlike my husband.

 

Why am I thinking about my former husband? I need to stop thinking about him and my past with him.

 

Therefore, I turned to my left and saw a man in his mid-fifties looking at me. He is losing his hair and wearing a polyester black shirt and white pants. It appears his shirt is a bit too small for him due to its hugging his beer-belly. He winks at me while I show him a friendly smile. This excites him as he got up and came towards me. He asks is anyone sitting there. I said no and sat too close to me.

 

I could smell the liquor on his breath as he starts talking about how beautiful I am and wants to take me out for dinner. I decline his offer. He does not take rejection easy as he insists on taking me to dinner. I kindly but forcefully decline him again. He starts to show some rage in his honey brown eyes. He grips on my shoulder and asked once more, this time harshly.

 

“Go with me to dinner or else!” he threatens.

 

“I am sorry but the answer is no.” I told him and left.

 

I stand and headed to the elevator when he ran up behind. He lifts me off the ground and takes to what appears to be an open storage room. I cry for help, but it appears that no one was listening to me. I presume they thought I was a prostitute or an escort who deserve to be treated as trash. Therefore they did not want to get involved.

 

Like I was saying, he takes me to the storage room. He locks the door and pushes me to the pile of towels. He pins me to the ground and hisses,

 

“All I wanted was to take you to dinner, so why are you frontin'?”

 

I was scared, not knowing what to say or do.

 

He smiles when I do not respond.

 

“No answer huh. Well I show you!” He rips my vest and shirt, showing my lavender lace bra. He starts kissing on my neck then my breast.

 

I tried to push him off of me but he wouldn't let go. I tried to yell but nothing came out of my lips. I did not want to get rape, not again…not never again. I grip his chin and force him to look at me. I am filled with anger as I force him to look deep into my eyes.

 

“Don't touch me, pig.” I ordered.

 

He laughs.

 

“What are you going to do about it, bitch?” he chuckled. “You gonna kick me in the balls or something.”

 

“No, worse.” I show him my fangs. His mouth drops. I bit down on his neck while he yells for help. I drink his blood, consuming his life. His cries grew weaker as his blood comes to my mouth. The filth of his sick blood goes though my lips. I consume all his life, all the memories: when he was born, beaten by his alcoholic father, abused his pets and his little sister, his first assault to a woman, his first of five marriages that went to hell due to his violence, and then his plans for me. He had no plans of taking me to dinner, instead he wants to take me to his room and rape me. He never had sex for two years and thought about me fulfilling his needs.

 

He becomes limp, his heart fades, and his breathing slows down. When his heart completely stops beating, I stop. The massive weight almost suffocated me, but since I am a vampire I can lift his body.

 

And that is what I did; I left his body and place it on the floor. Then, I twist his neck, so any mortal will not know that a vampire drinks his blood. Instead thieves robbed and murder this dear man. I would be safe, yet I have to change hotel again. In case the police suspected me of murder. I used a towel to clear my face, took off the vest, tried to button my blouse the best I can, and left the storage room. I used the back stairs to get to my room. I could hear my cat purring, but I told him to hush until we were in the room. He remains silent.

 

I am so glad to be home as I enter the room. However, I was not glad that I had to murder a person to eat. I hate drinking human's blood. I tried drinking animal's blood but it made me sick and I could not take an animal's life. So I have to depend on human's blood to live. Although I hate drinking human's blood, I have no choice of the matter. I got to survive, no matter how much I have to kill people to achieve my life.

 

I put the purse on the sofa. Lelio go out of the bag, sitting on the sofa while I use a spell to turn on the lights and television. There was nothing on the television, except the news. It was reported that three mortals died by an explosion near the mall that Harry and me went. Strange, I did not sense a bomb in the whole mall? Then the anchorman talks about a homeless woman seeing a man with red eyes who looks similar to a snake before the time of the explosion. He had two men with him, one that looks like a rat and the other with greasy black hair and hock noise.

 

I decide to turn it off and go take a shower. I take off my clothes which made Lelio eyes widen. I laughed. It is just him and I, no one else. He is the most blushful cat I ever had, so I finished taking off my cloths in the bathroom.

 

I turn on the water, feel the temperature, and went inside. I felt relax as the water hit every part of my body. I washed my body: from the neck to my size eleven feet. I was about to step out of the tub when the cell phone rings. My hearts speeds up. Could it be Harry or Mr. Winston?

 

I get a towel and wrap it around my body. I rush to the living room and pick it up. It must be Mr. Winston. He must be unpleased that I'm not coming to his party. I answered it without giving it anymore thought.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Hello, may I speak to Iris…the vampire?” he asked, playfully.

 

I laughed.

 

“Yes, this is me, Harry.”

 

“Oh thank God, I thought I might have the wrong number.” He teased.

 

“If you did, the person would have thought you were crazy.”

 

“Or cuss my arse out. So what were you doing?” he asked suddenly, rather nervously if you asked me.

 

“I was taking a shower.” I answered him while changing into my night clothes.

 

“Oh… did I disturb you?” he asked.

 

“Oh no, I was done. What have you been up to since we last seen each other?”

 

He told me he has received his letter from Hogwarts and letters from his friend Ron and Ginny. Ron has been to Paris and Romania during his summer vacation. Harry also told me Ron's father works for the Ministry of Magic, which I have no clue what he is talking about, and like going to his house over the summer holiday. Then he mentions Ron have six other siblings which include his only sister, Ginny. He said that he was once interested in her until he realized he likes her as a friend. I was relieved when he told me that. I do not know why I was relieved. I presume that I wanted him to be happy with someone else. I may never know.

 

Next he talks about Hermione, a very clever and intelligent witch. She helps him and Ron with anything. If it was not for Hermione they would have failed the O.W.L.s (Ordinary Witch Level). The O.W.L.s must be serious and hard because Harry passed all except for History of Magic and Divination. I have something to look for when I come to Hogwarts. He tells me Hermione is more than just a friend but a sister. I seem to like her already.

 

He informs me that Ron and Hermione likes each other and finally admit over the summer. He was finally relieved that they are dating, instead of fighting each other.

 

Afterwards, we talked about anything. Like why the sky is blue, the latest video game, and Britney Spears at the 2007 MTV Music Awards.

 

“Either she was drunk, high while performing on stage or just plain crazy.” He said.

 

“But she have two children and going through a tough time with the paparazzi and her ex-husband.” I added.

 

“Sure, but that don't make you act like that or should your privates to the whole world.” Harry informed.

 

“You do have a point.” I agreed with him.

 

It was silence before Harry asked,

 

“Can I ask you something?”

 

“Yes.” I told him since I enjoy his company and like to know him more.

 

“What can vampires do? I mean, the myths I heard were they are afraid of the sunlight, garlic, mercury and drink blood. Is everything I said true?” he asked, sincerely.

 

I took a deep breath. I knew he would ask that question soon.

 

“Almost everything is true. Most vampires are not afraid of the sunlight. The younger vampires cannot go out into the sunlight until a certain age. After I was over 100 years old, I could go out into the sunlight. Vampires are not allergic to garlic mercury, crucifixes, and turn into fog. Those are myths we tell mortals to drink their blood.” I explained.

 

“What about blood? You haven't mention about vampires needing blood to survive?” he asked.

 

“Blood, for that matter, we do need human's blood to survive. Of course, there are alternatives like we can drink like animal's blood. However, animal's blood is bitter and lack nutrients we need. For the moment, most vampires drink human blood. Why do you ask that, Harry?” I asked him after I explained.

 

His voice tensed. Harry grew nervous. He was not sure what to tell me. He takes his time before answering me.

 

“I was just wondering.”

I know he is lying but I let it go, for now.

 

“If there is anything you want to ask me, please don't be shy, just say what is on your mind.” I informed.

 

“I take that into consideration.” He said, thinking about what I told him.

 

That lightens my heart. Soon I hear his uncle calling him. Harry cursed under his breath. I did not want him to leave so soon. I was enjoying him. I want to talk to him for hours at a time. However, he have to leave, he must obey his uncle.

 

“I'm coming! I have to go, Uncle Vernon want me to search for the remote. He is too lazy to find himself or call his son to search for it. Oh well. I call you when I get the chance.” He said, sadly.

 

“Sure.” I look at the clock, almost twelve, “Good night, Harry.” I said.

 

“Until we meet in person again, Good night, Iris.” He hangs the phone.

 

I sit on the couch, wearing pajamas, blushing all over. Harry Potter, saying my name makes me feel…warm. He makes me feel like a diamond, a precious jewel not to be lost. He is the only mortal that makes me feel this way. I cannot wait to see and talk to him again. I cut off the lights and head to my room. I lay next to my cat and went to sleep. Hopefully he will invade my dreams.