{ dangerous delights. } {damien}

[Samantha Cross]

The evening was growing cooler, though since it was midsummer cooler just meant mildly warm instead of scorching hot. The drop in temperature was welcomed by Samantha as she wasn't overly found of the heat. At the right time, in the right place, sure, but when she had plans to experiment with artifacts in a stuff classroom? Not so much.

She checked the mechanized clock on her side table and shoved off her bed, padding over to her trunk to put on her robes and a pair of plain black flats. She didn't particularly want to change, so she was throwing the robes over what she was wearing since she doubted shorts and a tank top were appropriate to wear to class, even if it wasn't technically class and just her fiddling with things in Professor Wilde's classroom. She still just felt awkward about it - so on went the robes.

Sam slipped out the door, down the stairs, and into the common room. A few kids were lounging about reading or working on summer homework, but she guessed the majority were outside making the most of the good weather. Even the ever studious Ravenclaws could like sunshine. Sam herself didn't mind it, but only when it didn't come with a 80 or 90 degree price tag. She pushed on, making her way out of the common room and down the tower steps, through the corridor all the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

She couldn't help but be excited. Experimenting with artifacts always was a favorite pastime for her and these weren't just any artifacts. These were dark artifacts. Samantha had never worked with dark artifacts before - her brother and parents were avidly against it, afraid she'd kill herself or something on accident. Like Samantha was that stupid. She sighed heavily thinking about her family, but after a moment the excitement came back and she took a deep breath, knocking on the classroom door before opening it slowly and peeking in, "Professor Wilde?"

[damien wilde]

Damien was probably more excited than Samantha for their meeting. He remembered their last encounter, where he’d just barely stopped himself from sampling her tiny throat, her sweet blood. He was fond of her adventurous behavior, her disregard for danger. It delighted the vampire to his very core.

He’d made sure to hold onto the items for the duration of Samantha’s break from school. Now he dragged them from his office to the main desk of the classroom, displaying them on the space he’d cleared earlier. There were several different items, some looking quite grotesque, others looking harmless, and perhaps even pretty.

Damien just finished placing the items when he heard the creek of the door, and his 'professor' name. He seemed to be at the door in an instant, opening it wider for the girl. “Yes?” he looked at her, flashing his bright smile. He observed her curious face, still conveying such innocence. He wondered, if in the safety of his classroom if he should crush that purity with his fangs, with his touch. She was oh so young, oh so alluring.

“Come in,” he offered, leaving the door ajar and walking over to the sinful artifacts he had displayed. “Here they are,” he stated the obvious, gesturing to the items. One, of course was the musical box he’d shown her in Knockturn Alley. He stood behind his desk, waiting for her to approach the variety of artifacts.

Damien had made sure to resist feeding for a day or two, just to put himself through the sweet torment of her young blood, constantly flowing; her heart, constantly beating. He let each masculine hand grip the edge of the desk, leaning and supporting himself against the wooden structure. Damien looked up at her, blue eyes staring widely, wildly.

ooc: feel free to make up what any of the artifacts might be. XD because i haven’t made any up or found any real ones to base them off of yet!

[Samantha Cross]

Her knock was answered promptly as the door swung open wide and the Professor made his way to his desk, motioning to it. It was littered with objects some of which caused Samantha's mouth to twist in distaste, others of which were normal, some beautiful. All intrigued her considerably.

She looked to Professor Wilde to ask him where he thought she might begin - as if she could choose - but his demeanor caught her attention. She stood a little straighter and more professionally, clearing her throat. The man certainly had something about him that made him a little... creepy. Perhaps it was just her imagination or maybe it was his own fascination with the dark artifacts. Professors of DADA often got caught up in the one thing they were supposed to be learning to fight. Not that Samantha thought Damien Wilde was evil or anything, just that maybe he was a little too attracted to the Dark Arts and such. Spent too much time around it perhaps. It happened.

There was always a chance he was evil. It's not like she could say Hogwarts wouldn't hire evil professors. She would like to hope they were more careful in their selection after the massacre a while back, but it had happened more than once so it was always a possibility. Sam looked him over again and walked forward confidently. She'd give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps she just imagined that look in his eye, that strain in his body language.

"So where do you suggest I begin? There's so many interesting looking artifacts I must admit I can't choose. I was rather leaning toward the music box or the mirror. Perhaps even... that," She gestured to an object that almost looked like a baby doll, except it was twisted and deformed and the eyes moved and almost glowed like they were alive. It gave her the shivers, but all that feeling did was make her want to play with it more. The mirror was just beautiful, etched silver, and she had to wonder what it's power was. The music box, of course was the one she had seen the professor with in Knockturn Alley. While she knew what it did she still wanted to experiment. Figuring out what things did was not the only use of experimenting after all.

[damien wilde]

Damien's fingers remained attached to the desk as he tilted his head, assessing her reactions to each dark and powerful object. He watched as her expression flitted from one to another, he could be very observant when he wanted to be. Damien would play 'nice professor' for now, simply so she wouldn't run...

When entering Hogwarts he had known that the Defence Against the Dark Arts class had a reputation of shady professors. When he'd seen the job come up he had been thrilled to accept it, making his real intentions even more obvious. Of course nobody had figured him out yet, even if they had given him the job that most masters of the dark arts readily accepted. The only people that had figured out his true intentions were those he'd greedily sucked the life from. And Damien either didn't let them live, or used very technical spells to ensure his secrecy.

Samantha must have had a good sense of those around her, because she was spot on. Evil was a great word to describe the vampire. He enjoyed pain inflicted upon others, he enjoyed his little act, that allowed him taste any girl he saw fit.

She finally spoke, and he smiled, genuinely. "You could start with the music box, for you already know it's abilities," it was a suggestion, as he let his eyes trail the length of her face. "Would you like me to tell you what each artifact does, or would you like to try and figure it out yourself? Since it's just you, I can let you experiment however you want," he was being nice, attempting to accommodate her ever-thirsting curiosity.

Damien left his position behind his desk, walking around it so that he was standing in front of it like Samantha was.

[Samantha Cross]

Samantha's eyes scanned the artifacts slowly again as the professor made his suggestions. "On second thought, I think I'll leave the music box until last because of the fact I know what it does. I'm more curious to find out what these other things do first and then if I have time I'll go back and finish experimenting with the box." She shrugged and moved a bit closed to the desk.

"I would also prefer to figure it out myself, but if there's anything you should warn me about then by all means, please do. I mean if it's serious." She glanced at Professor Wilde and then returned to her inspection of the objects. There wasn't much else to say she supposed. It was time to get down to work now.

She swept her light brown hair around her neck and over one shoulder in a meager form of preparation. She then placed her fingertips on the edge of the desk and took a nearly imperceptible deep breath. After a moment more of consideration she reached out and took hold of the mirror. She turned it over in her hands a few times, feeling the growing desire to look into it at herself, the growing love of her own reflection. While a part of Samantha told her she should put it down before the magic took effect she wanted to know what it did so she gave in and glanced into the shining surface.

Staring back at her was her own reflection, but there was something about it that just wasn't quite right. She was intrigued and leaned her face a bit closer it. No sooner had she than a hand darted at her face from inside the mirror itself. She reeled back, the hand narrowly missing her. Her reflection in the mirror sneered back at her and yet, Samantha still had the desire to stare. She fought it off with as much power as she could and placed the mirror, face down, on the table again. Once it was out of her grasp the urge to look vanished and Samantha could breath easy again.

"Well, that's an interesting little toy. I think the maker would have down better to make the reflection a bit more patient though. I had just started holding it, the magic was hardly strong enough to hold me yet and that... thing attacked me so quickly! Not very well thought through at all," Sam commented, looking to the professor and shaking her head. She went back to the table and sorted through some sharp, shiny, and grotesque items. In the end she ended up back at the curiously disturbing baby doll.

Her hand reached out and took hold of it, but the minute she had it in her grasp the thing came to life. It lunged at her and put it's tiny plastic hands around her neck, attempting to choke her. Samantha stumbled back, trying to rip the thing of her to no avail and her attempts seemed to make the thing more angry. It clung to her and then, opening it's mouth, bit down on her jaw. The young girl never would have thought it possible that the doll biting her could really hurt, but hidden behind it's seemingly closed plastic lips were rows of jagged, nasty teeth that tore into her flesh ripped it wide open.

She scrambled for her wand and rammed it up between her chest and doll-creature's body. It was hard to speak past the choking and the cries she wanted to make, but she managed a well-pronounced "Incendius Maximus!" Which sent a jet of fire blasting into the doll's body. The thing shrieked and whimpered and then fell to the ground. It became lifeless again and simply lay there, burning. Despite the lifeless state though she could swear she heard it moaning and agonizing and it's eyes seemed angry and fixed on her. She backed away, hand patting out a few flames on her own clothes which caught from the close proximity, and then cupping her wounding, heavily bleeding jaw. Her hand was soaked in merely a moment from the amount of blood literally gushing from the bite wound.

She'd need to get to the infirmary quickly before she lost too much blood. With that thought in mind she turned toward her professor.

[damien wilde]

Damien assessed Samantha as she observed the artifacts, carefully selecting which suited her keen interest. "That's fine. They all have nasty characteristics - so be prepared. They have one sole purpose - to cause you harm." It was the reality of the magically possessed items; sinister, and it became evident through his haunting voice; eerie with charm. He intended to save her from the semi-evil devices, yet he also believed she had a natural capability of handling herself.

He watched Samantha flip her long hair, paying close attention to the silky strands and how they cascaded perfectly over the chosen shoulder. He studied her fasicnation, especially once faced with the reflection of the mirror. It held minor powers of possession, capable of drawing one in long enough to grab for them. Damien assessed the way she dodged the attack, and placed the object down - seemingly too intelligent for the old device.

She was.

"Mmm, these are not necessarily all examples of excellent magical abilities. The mirror, I would consider one with lesser powers. Though it is assumed that at the time of creation the magical pull was more insistent, nearly impossibly to step away from. This particular magic has dulled over time." Damien gave her a little insight into the object, needing a purpose other than hovering for the possible opportunity of protection.

Damien had known that the doll she'd reached for would lunge at her neck, attempting to strangle her. He walked over toward her, ready to rescue her from it's surprising strength. But then the critter caught him off guard, and the scent of blood hit him full force; sending the reality of his hunger into over-drive. Damien nearly growled at the sudden sweet smell, overwhelming his senses to a point where he was unable to move any closer to her. He couldn't protect Samantha from the object - for it were a much lesser evil than he.

Luckily for his reputation, she handled herself just fine an sent the doll burning to the ground. Damien averted his gaze from the possessed doll, unable to avoid a pointed glance at her wound. His vivid blue eyes widened; the severity of the bite was more than he'd anticipated. Blood was dripping from her jaw, pouring into her hand. Damien was astonished that the young girl was not crying. For a human, it had to have hurt.

"I can't believe... That happened... I know it's... Supposed to... Choke you, not bite... I'm sorry... For... Not enough researched," Damien's voice was unbelievably strained, forced out through impossibly clenched teeth. This behaviour was mimicked with his knuckles; white from clutching desk. He took a deep breath through his mouth, trying not to breather her in. Damien pulled away from the desk, and walked closer to Samantha - to help her, of course. But the blood... It seeped, and dripped... And it had been so long since he'd properly fed. He was teetering on the edge of self control.

He inhaled.
And he was lost.

Damien lunged at his wounded student, trapping her between his firm body and the sturdy wall. He couldn't resist the delicious opportunity, that so readily presented itself. He removed her hand from her chin, assessing the damage, intertwining her blood-stained fingers with his. Damien's piercing eyes made contact with Samantha's. Without much hesitation, his lips were pressed to her jaw, testing her blood. The vampire groaned at the sensation of feeding, it had been far too long. In the moment he teased himself, with not emerging his teeth into her sensitive flesh.

"I'm sorry," it was a whisper, an apology - something Damien was not famous for. As soon as the apology slipped past his lips, his face changed, contorting ever so monstrous, fangs extending to the point where they poked past his delectable lips. He was not an inexperienced vampire by any means, he was more than capable of control. He just enjoyed it all too much, and he'd put himself through a slow torture of lack of feeding. Also, Damien had not expected the amount of blood that was pouring from Samantha.

He kissed the blood from Samantha's hand, his fangs grazing her skin ever so lightly. He held her hand preciously; bloody kisses leading to porcelain wrists. From there his mouth opened wider, jaw nearly convulsing with need. The constant pounding of her heartbeat drove him crazy, vibrating through the thin skin of her wrist. Just a taste...

Samantha was losing blood, he knew, but the monster took over with the assistance of her taunting pulse. He sunk his teeth, slow, into her wrist, tapping into the prominent veins. He slowly sucked, pulling her blood forward, exaggerating the natural flow.


[ ooc: I can't quite remember what I was supposed to do... Or if we had actually decided for me to do anything certain... So I just wrote!]