Citizen Erased {Billie} {M}

[Dominic Spencer]

She jumped on the coffee as though she needed it more than a fish needed water. Under normal circumstances on normal days Dominic would have laughed but not this time. Instead he simply watched quietly, pale blue eyes never wandering from Billie. He could smell and almost taste the subtle changes the caffeine was making to her blood and it disgusted him. Of all the things he had wanted in life he hadn’t wanted the skills that came with being a vampire, necessary to survive. No, what the one hundred year old boy wanted what Billie had; a beating heart, skin warm to the touch and the ability to eat as much chocolate and soak up as much sun as she wanted. She would grow old and eventually die while he remained the same for eternity.

The vampire emitted a sigh and broke his gaze from the girl to stare at the blackened, disused fireplace. Dom’s chest ached with a deep-seated longing for humanity and a fresh want for someone in whose company he could lose himself in. That was when the blond’s eyes returned to Billie and if it could of, his heart would have been pounding. Again this nervousness was not something that was normal but if the blue haired girl rejected him tonight he doubted he would take it very well. Her voice made him jump, dragging him up from the depths of his thoughts.

”I’m sorry, there wasn’t much sugar in the cupboard, all I had is in that mug,” he answered apologetically, smiling weakly. Still edgy, the flaxen-haired vampire moved himself to the edge of his seat as though he was about to move off. He was hesitant and Dom cursed himself for it and acting so unlike himself just as he did every year on his death day. At last he moved, moving by his knees across the room and around the coffee to table to stop in front of his house guest.

He caught the girl’s eyes with his own as long, cold fingers moved to clasp the hot mug in her hands. ”Billie, I really like you. In fact I like you a lot,” Dom whispered softly, sliding the mug out of her hands and moving his face closer to hers. Technically it wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the entire truth either. The boy had grown fond of her but after he got what he wanted from her then that would be as far and as deep as their relationship would run. Allowing oneself a chance to fall in love as an immortal was both cliché and stupid. With only a brief moment’s hesitation the vampire placed the mug on the table and one hand, warmed by the coffee, on Billie’s cheek before he kissed her.

[Billie Ackerman]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/Ehetere/PostTags/BillieFlowersBG-1.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Billie/BillieFlowers_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 60px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;]   Billie barely noticed when Dom slid off his chair and crossed around next to her. Well, she noticed, but not in a conscious way. The coffee was currently doing a brilliant job of distracting her attention. Yum. Coffee. A voice in the back of her head was telling her off for combining caffeine and alcohol, but for now she was happy to ignore it.   “Billie.”   “Hmm?” The girl looked up at the sound of her name, looking slightly surprised to find that Dom was no longer on the lounge. She smiled reactively, no thanks to the ethanol floating freely through her system.   “I really like you. In fact I like you a lot.”   As the words sunk in, the smile faltered and slowly vanished. She may have been drunk out of her mind, and hell, even flattered by the declaration, but even she could still recognise that was a bit of statement to give someone you’d only met like, three times tops. Wow. Just wow.   “Easy there Casa–MURPH!”   Whatever Billie was about to say was cut off when Dom moved forwards and muffled her next words in a kiss. Too inebriated to react quickly, her attempt to duck was delayed. When she finally jerked her head backwards and out of the way, her features were written in surprise.   “Hey! What the fu—”

[Dominic Spencer]

In the moments that followed the kiss, Dom knew at once that it wasn’t going to work. He’d had years to learn the subtle signs girls and women gave when they did not want something and Billie was certainly showing them. Well, the fact that she didn’t kiss back and instead opted to swear was kind of a dead giveaway that even the thickest of people could have gotten. She pulled away from him and the surprise on her face was evident. Nothing was going right in this stupid village.

The blond too pulled away with a look of hurt crossed with disgust written on his features. It felt like a great pit had formed in his stomach and that everything had fallen to his feet. Rejection, on his death day especially, was not something Dominic was used to but since coming to Hogsmeade he’d had nothing but. What was with these witches and being so reluctant to fall away with a stranger for one night? Muggles were so much easier to deal with in every single way. Still leaning on Billie the vampire began to wish he’d gone to London instead of the Three Broomsticks.

Unsure what to do next thankfully the pit in Dom’s stomach decided for him. It turned from hurt to hunger, telling him it was pointless in trying to ignore what he’d become that night so long ago. ”Don’t move,” he whispered silkily, his mouth brushing over Billie’s ear. Quickly he moved from kneeling to standing to lean over the blue haired girl. Trying not to hurt her, with preternatural strength, the vampire pinned her to where she sat. If he couldn’t have her body he might as well have her blood and erase this night from her mind.

[Billie Ackerman]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/Ehetere/PostTags/BillieFlowersBG-1.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Billie/BillieFlowers_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 60px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;]  Dominic pulled back, but Billie’s suspicious look remained. Or, as suspicious a look as was possible for her to muster at this point in time. True, she’d agreed to go back to his place, but that didn’t mean he had permission to... you know. Okay, so maybe it was dumb of her and maybe she’d given him the wrong idea and all that but like, still!  Thankfully it looked like Dom was willing to be nice. Billie was far too prepared to shrug it off and pretend like it never happened. She straightened herself up in front of the coffee again, opting to glare at the mug instead of Dom. It felt safer.  “Ya better not’ve tried that on all the other girls comin’ on through here,” she scoffed, grabbing onto the handle and spinning the mug around the table in circles. “Can’t imagine that works very we- Oh what the hell!”  Apparently, no, Dom hadn’t gotten it into his head yet, because he’d leaned in again and his mouth was now waaaay to close to her ear. Personal Space Invaders!  “Don’t move.”  Billie was caught by surprise, and turned to look at Dom with an expression that clearly stated as such. Don’t move? What on earth for—  And then it happened.  Dom was on his feet in a flash, in a move too fast – way too fast – than should be normal. His fingers dug into her shoulders, hold tight and controlling, and Billie gave what sounded like halfway between a squeak and a shriek.  No. Bad. Not good not good! Fear gripped and flooded and Billie’s hands tightened around Dom’s arm, expression horrified, trying in vain to push him off and slip away, whimpers of protest escaping her lips. Her heart was racing, trying not to think of the word 'rape'. She didn’t know what he wanted, but from the look on his face, she didn’t want to be hanging around long enough to find out.

[Dominic Spencer]

Fear, the room was rank with it. All the different bodily chemicals that made it up had combined to make the air of the room pungent and heavy. Adrenaline made Billie’s grip on her assailant’s arm unusually tight but he seemed not to notice, it wasn’t even in irritation to him. ”Stop struggling, there’s no use,” he hissed solemnly with his blond fringe falling in front of his eyes so the girl couldn’t see the sorrow in them. Dominic gripped the blue haired students arm and pulled it away with his own, there was no way she was escaping so she could get any form of authority on him.

Keeping her in one place was the easy part but still the vampire was hesitant to bite her. He didn’t want to hurt Billie but her struggling would make it hard to numb the skin as it required prolonged close contact; something the boy very much doubted she’d tolerate. The options were either pin her down to numb or bite her outright and wait for the numbing agent to kick in as he fed. As regrettable as the second option was, it was looking more and more to be the only one. The thought of it made the vampire’s stomach turn expectantly, reminding Dom it had been awhile since he’d had a decent meal.

Preternaturally fast, Dom picked Billie up off the couch so she was standing, careful not to grip her too tight. He tried in vain to keep his eyes from her own but they couldn’t help but wander to them. What the boy saw in them almost made him stop dead from disgust at himself. Hurt, betrayal and, most of all, fear stared back at the flaxen-haired vampire, making him look away. He couldn’t lose his nerve now, not if he wanted another chance with the currently struggling girl.

”Bilie, stop struggling. The more you struggle the more this will hurt and that’s the last thing I want,” the vampire near begged. A galloping bass drum rhythm filled the small living room but it was one only Dominic could hear and it goaded him to indulge himself on Billie’s blood. She had rejected him in one way but this way she had no choice. Enticing, her fear and the rush of blood through her veins made one of the vampire’s hands dart up to the blue-haired girl’s head and force it to one side. With one last, almost apologetic glance, at Billie, Dom hugged her tightly against him with his free hand, opened his mouth and bit down on her neck.

[Billie Ackerman]

 Billie couldn't believe this was happening to her. This kind of thing happened to other people. Like Gryffindors, who rushed into dangerous situations head first, Slytherins, who were probably kinky enough to enjoy it or Hufflepuffs, who... Well, no explanation was really needed there. It definitely didn't happen to Ravenclaws, she was smarter than this. Curse the drink or several that had let her believe going home with a stranger (well he wasn't a stranger, she knew he was a vampire, which wasn't comforting in the slightest) might ever in a googolplex of years have been a good idea.

 Her mind was racing, trying to think up a way out of the situation. And when that failed she squeezed her eyes shut and attempted to picture herself in a happy place instead, like the library maybe or back home with the flying horses. The illusion was impossible to maintain with the hush of Dom's breath ghosting across the skin beneath her ear as he told her not to struggle. This, of course, only drove her to struggle with renewed vigour, pushing against his chest as he lifted her to her feet with such ease she may as well have been a rag doll.

 Perhaps she could reason with him, talk him out of it, if there was one thing she was good at it was talking until everybody had forgotten what the conversation had been about in the first place. She opened her mouth, but for once Billie was speechless, her beloved words failing her as she felt the press of Dom's mouth against her neck. A desperate yelp was all she could manage as his teeth broke her skin, the pain working better than any sobering charm to clear her mind as the reality of the situation hit her; Ame and Jo had been right all along, she should have stayed well clear of Dom as soon as she found out just what he was. Thankfully, perhaps, she didn't have long to dwell on this horrifying realisation as her vision darkened and she slumped into unconsciousness.

[Dominic Spencer]

Her blood was just as good as he’d guessed it would be. B Positive. One of the favourites for Dominic but he did not enjoy it. As good as it was there was still some regret over the manner in which it had been taken. Sure Billie wouldn’t remember it in the morning but he would. Every time he’d see her there would be the nagging feeling that he’d betrayed her and her trust in him. Unlike other people she hadn’t gone running when she’d learned what he was, there had been no fear in her when they’d met again in the Three Broomsticks.

What was the use in insisting you weren’t a monster then doing the opposite of what you claimed? The vampire had spent countless hours, weeks, months, years insisting he wasn’t like the others of his kind but Billie, unconscious in his arms, had proved him wrong just like every other girl he’d done the same thing to. A monster, that’s all he was and all he had been for eighty years. The restraint he insisted he had was non-existent and the thought disgusted the boy. What blood was in his mouth turned as sour as his mood, making him stop and lick the puncture wounds on the girl’s wound so they would heal away to nothingness by morning.

”What have I done?” Dominic sighed sadly to himself. If she had been just some stranger off the dark street or some drunken floozy from London, the pit that had settled itself with the blood in the bottom of his stomach wouldn’t be there. ”I’m sorry Billie.”

Gently the boy scooped her unconscious form up in his arms and carried her to the cottage’s tiny one bedroom. Silvery light from the moon filtered through the dirty window, basking the bed in an eerie glow. Soon enough the light would turn gold with the rising of the sun and Dom would be out of sight, locked away in the cellar. Billie would awake to live another morning, hopefully, completely oblivious to what had happened and he would also probably still be awake, trying to push what he’d done from his mind like always.

He wrote her a note that went on the shoddy bedside table before he left, signed with a small quirk of a smile as he recalled the letters they’d sent one another and the nicknames they'd quipped back at each other.

Morning Billie/Blueberry/Nerd/Square/Chatterbox,

There’s bread in the cupboard for toast if you’re hungry. Bathroom’s the opposite door from the bedroom in case you feel like being sick. No milk for coffee sorry, you drank it all last night.

-Dom/Prettyboy/Blondy/Enigmaface/Mr. Vauge

||Way more sappy than I had intended! I blame 2:40 am||

[Billie Ackerman]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss229/Ehetere/PostTags/BillieFlowersBG-1.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Billie/BillieFlowers_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 60px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*   Ow.   Ow ow ow.   Ow.   Ohhhhh, Holy Buddha in a field of tulips, Billie had a headache. Not just any headache: the mother lode. She scrunched her eyes tighter against the sun streaming through the window, glowing red under her eyelids and forcing her to wake up. With an unintelligible grunt she turned her face over to bury it into her pillow, whimpering a little at the pressure behind her forehead.   Holy moley she felt like shit. Where were her blankets? Why was she— ... why was she still in her clothes? Oh cripes, she caught a wiff of the breath coming from her dry mouth and wrinkled her nose in distaste. Ow. What the hell happened last night? With effort she forced herself to roll over and unglue her eyes.   This... wasn’t her room. Definitely not. A stab of panic hit her and Billie sat bolt upright in a move that was highly ill-advised judging by the sudden wave of nausea. Her head wanted nothing more than to hit the pillow again but she forced herself to look around, catching sight of the note on the side of the table.   The note was hard to read and Billie squinted at it like that would somehow help. Okay, so that answered where she was, but... Urrrg... maybe if she just slept a bit more... *~*~*~*~*~*   It was a fair while before could muster the energy to get up, let alone leave. Even then the questions were almost making her feel worse than the hangover. How much had she had to drink? How did she get here? Was this Doms place? Why was she in his bed? The bed was made so they hadn’t... No, they hadn’t. Right? And was she supposed be feeling this dizzy? Aaaargh! In her state it had also taken her a while to realise that Dom was probably missing because of, you know, the huge fucking ray of sunlight.   But there was something worse than that. Much, much worse:   She’d slept away from Hogwarts. The teachers were going to kill her. She had lessons. HOW WAS SHE MEANT TO CONCENTRATE IN CLASSRRRGH HER LIFE WAS OVER THEY WERE TOTALLY GOING TO LEARN SOMETHING IMPORTANT AND NOOOOO OH CRAP SHE WAS LATE FOR TRANSFIGURATION SHE COULDN’T BE LATE FOR TRANSFIGURAT—WHERE WERE HER SHOES? SHE COULDN’T RUN DOWN THE STREET IN SOCKS! AND JUST—   Oh, ow. Shit. Billie found herself having to lean against one of the bedroom walls, cradling her forehead in her palms. Oh Merlin her brain was trying to jump out her eyeballs. Water. She needed water to cancel out the diuretic effect of vasopressin inhibition. Why hadn’t she taken that into account last night? BLAH.   Her shoes were at the foot of the bed and putting them on seemed to be a more laborious task than it should be. Her foray into the bathroom wasn’t much better and she stayed only long enough to confirm that yes, she did look as shitty as she felt before she made a vain attempt to comb her hair with her fingers and made her way back out for what was sure to be a long, painful walk back to Hogwarts.   She could find out what happened from Dom later. Right now, she had to make it back to class. Fin.