The Devil In Disguise (Marcel/Harry Fanfic)

“Who was it from?” I asked randomly.

“Your friend, Marcel” My father told me as he drank down the alcohol.

“Is it nice?” I asked.

“Its very-“ My dad broke of in mid sentence started to pale slightly.

I frowned slightly “Dad? Are you all right?”

He clutched his throat and started to cough almost violently then keeled over.

“Dad!” I shouted, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him slightly.

Everything was a blur that night…

I can’t really remember it.

Though I remember a few things, I remember myself screaming my dads name, over and over again.
I remember the ambulance coming.
I remember his face, as white as a vampire, his eyes closed in pain and he to was screaming, it was silent screams though, he was in to much pain to scream…

My father went to the hospital that night and…he never came home again.

The doctors told me he died peacefully in his sleep but…I know better.

After a couple of hours from coming home from hospital, my dads agonised expression imprinted on his mind though I still had hope back then...

On instinct I checked the wine bottle my father had drunk from…

Just as I had guessed a layer of black powder layered the rims of the bottle, poison…

I knew what type of poison it was to…

I let out a sob then started to cry, knowing fully well my dad would never recover, because the poison was Darkness.

There was no cure for Darkness, it would kill anything that swallowed it.

The victim would die in pure agony.

The doctors where lying I knew, because once you ingested Darkness you couldn’t sleep and you always, always died in agony.

How do I know about Darkness when you’ve never heard of it? Well it used to be used by Slayers and Hunters in the old days to kill Vampires.

Darkness was the only known poison that could kill Vampires.

We stopped using it once the vampires figured that we were defiantly not immune to the poison either and caused us extremely painful deaths. The vampires started to steal the poison and use it against us.

The Slayers and Hunters quickly decided to stop using it to cut of the vampires supply, once they both experienced big loss’s on each side, Vampires seemed to have a natural talent of being sneaky and putting Darkness into Hunters and Slayers drinks.

Only one Hunter knew how to make the poison Darkness but he died ages ago…

And there laid one of the problems…How on earth did the Vampire king get his hands on some Darkness?

He must of done this…I knew it...

And also I knew somehow this wasn’t a warning like the three girls and Linda's death, this had actually meant to kill me.

To make me die in agony and if he didn’t know my dad was here…

I would of taken a sip from that wine then died painfully, without being able to call the ambulance, I would have died alone in my own living room but wouldn’t he have wanted to watch me die in agony?

With that thought, I felt my heart freeze as I ran to the windows and flung aside the curtains…for a second I thought I saw a shadow watching the house then I blinked…and it was gone.

My Fathers death was slow and painful.
It took him two whole days to die…

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