The Devil In Disguise (Marcel/Harry Fanfic)

"Marcel! What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed angrily.

Why does he never listen to me?

Marcel said weakly "I'm n-not letting y-you g-go on y-your o-own, t-they could kill y-you"

I groaned, how many times did I have to go over this?

"And they would kill you easier! I've been doing this all my life, okay? You don't need to tag along"

Since Marcel found out that I'm a slayer his been glued to my side, paranoid that I'd somehow die without him with me but to be honest, he was more of problem than a help.

I'd already rescued him from vampires around over 6 times by now.

I was surprised he hadn't been killed yet...

I was stronger and faster than a normal human and Marcel...Marcel just wasn't.

He was clumsy and could be extremely fearful of almost everything, hell I'd seen him jump at his own shadow before...But with all these faults, he was still my best friend and I cared deeply for him.

He was even a huge stereotypical nerd. He wore huge round glasses and one of those buttoned up neatly cardigans. And black polished shoes and hair full of jell that was jelled back tightly against his scull.

I pleaded with him "Please, just go Marcel"

Marcel shook his head jerkily but stubbornly.

I stared at him for a couple of seconds then I sighed "Okay, fine but don't blame me if you get killed, okay?"

Marcel gave me a slight smile "Never" he said.

Despite myself I felt myself smile warmly back at him.

We edged down an the dark ally way where I'd seen a dark shadow slip into it, I was sure it was a vampire. I could sense them...sort of, sometimes my sense's were dulled depending on how powerful the vampire was.

If they were weak I could sense them easily. But if they were powerful then the more their presence seemed to disappear, I know, doesn't make sense right?

Then suddenly a dark presence coursed me to gasp and grab my head.

Marcel's eyes widened as he asked quickly and concerned "Are you alright?"

I suddenly realised the dark presence was coming from behind me.

"Marcel Watch out!" I yelled.

I whirled around, my trusty stake in my hands as something pale, dark and with huge fangs that glittered like daggers, lunged at me, aiming for my throat.

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