Blood Evan x Barty Crouch Jr.
Barty had been told his entire life he was crazy. From the moment he was born that was all he heard. He was too loud and too crazy. He was constantly in and out of trouble constantly being yelled at by his father. He’s grown used to it and now thrives in being the “crazy” one.
The truth is Barty isn’t actually crazy. He’s just bored. He’s smart and he’s bored and needs something to do. So he does stupid things in hopes it will cure his boredom.
It doesn’t.
It never does.
Still Barty continues to do reckless and crazy shit thriving in the concerned whispers and looks other people give him. Barty lives for the chaos he’s drawn to it even. That’s how he found himself in this situation pinned against a wall with a random stranger kissing him and running his hands over Barty’s body.
The stranger was hot and strong keeping Barty in place with ease. They had met at whatever random pub Barty had previously been in. Barty had noticed him the moment he walked through the doors. The stranger was tall with darker skin and hair that was almost silver. He was completely captivating. Like a bright light shining in the dark.
He was the light and Barty was a moth.
Barty however could never let this stranger get him so easily no the stranger had to work for Barty’s attention. So Barty looked away floating around the pub shamelessly flirting with whoever he could. He made sure to keep tabs on the hot stranger to make sure he was watching.
His eyes never left Barty.
It made Barty’s heart soar.
Tonight was going to be a great night.
Time blurred for Barty as he flirted and drank. Eventually the stranger had seemed to have enough of Barty’s game because he came over to where Barty was standing and led him outside. That is where Barty was now pressed up against a wall having the time of his life.
The stranger eventually pulled away from Barty’s lips, breathing heavily eye seeming to glow with desire. It made Barty squirm.
“Fuck you’re strong” Barty whispered staring into the strangers eyes.
He should probably learn this guy's name.
The stranger laughed darkly at Barty’s comment, his grip tightening around Barty’s hips. Barty closed his eyes, smiling in satisfaction. The stranger leaned close into Barty’s ear. So close Barty could feel his hot breath against his ear.
“Do you know how badly I want to devour you right now?” The stranger growled slowly kissing and biting at Barty’s neck.
“Then devour me” Barty whispered gently, running his hands through the strangers hair.
The stranger smiled against Barty’s throat and suddenly bit down hard. Hard enough to draw blood. Barty let out a gasp of pain pulling on the stranger’s hair. The stranger started slowly lapping up the blood as it spilled from Barty’s neck.
“You taste absolutely devine best blood I have ever had,” The stranger whispered, pulling away from Barty’s bleeding neck to look at him.
The stranger's eyes were glowing a bright red, his lips stained red with Barty’s blood.
Barty shouldn’t find this as hot as it was.
Maybe Barty was crazy.
The stranger kissed Barty again, letting Barty taste his own blood on the stranger’s mouth. It was driving Barty crazy. He smiled against the stranger's mouth, loving every moment with the man. The stranger broke the kiss again, letting go of Barty and taking a step back to admire his work.
“You know this is the moment where most people scream and run away” The stranger said in a teasing tone.
Barty shrugged, smiling up at the stranger. “I’m not most people”
The stranger took a long moment just staring at Barty drinking him in.
Barty loved it.
“And what if I told you I was different? That I was dangerous? That I could kill you?” The stranger asked, taking a step towards Barty.
“I would say if you were going to kill me, make sure you do it slowly,” Barty replied, closing the gap between him and the stranger.
The stranger smiled a wide smile showing off all his teeth. Only then did Barty notice his two pointed teeth.
This guy was a vampire.
Barty smiled with excitement bubbling up at the sight of the stranger's fangs.
“You really are unlike anyone I have ever met. I'm going to enjoy devouring you” The stranger spoke before going back to his neck.
Barty could feel the stranger slowly suck the blood right from his body. He loved it and couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted to live in this feeling. For the first time ever Barty didn’t feel so bored. He felt alive. The stranger tried to pull away from Barty’s neck but Barty wouldn’t let him. He didn;t want this feeling to stop. He didn’t want this moment to end. So he held the stranger's head against his neck. He knew the stranger was stronger than Barty but the stranger didn’t try to fight it.
Barty could feel his body get weak as the stranger continued to drink his blood. His vision started to blur and he felt his knees get weak. He gently pushed the stranger's head away from his neck not because he wanted him to stop but because he needed to sit down. He wanted to be more comfortable. The stranger let Barty push him away and gave Barty a concerned look.
“Do you want to stop?” He asked gently helping Barty stand.
Barty shook his head, his eyes heavy. “No please don’t stop just need to sit” Barty muttered letting the stranger sit him down on the ground.
The stranger paused for a moment, giving Barty an unreadable look. Barty hated it. He wanted the guy to keep going. Wanted to feel that feeling again.
“I think we should stop, you don’t look to good” The stranger said finally after a moment.
“No keep going please I-” Barty wasn’t sure what he was doing.
He couldn’t tell this random stranger that he never felt alive, that he was always bored. He couldn’t tell this random guy that him drinking Barty’s blood slowly killing him was the most alive he has felt in years.
“Just keep going please” Barty begged, leaning against the wall and bearing his bleeding neck in hopes to entice the stranger.
The stranger hesitated for a moment before going back to Barty’s neck and licking up the blood.
“I have never met anyone who hasn't been scared of me before” The stranger whispered sitting down next to Barty.
Barty whimpered slightly and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to talk, he wanted to die. He wanted this guy to kill him. He wanted to die feeling alive. The stranger wrapped his arms around Barty’s hips and pulled him on his lap. Barty relaxed against the stranger staring up at him.
“I’m Evan by the way Evan Rosier” The stranger Evan said as he slowly went back to Barty’s neck. Slowly taking more and more of Barty’s blood. Barty could feel his body get weaker. He thinks he’s dying. Barty closed his eyes and took in this feeling. This feeling of being alive. He realized he knew Evan’s name but Evan didn’t know his. He wanted Evan to know.
“I’m Barty,” He said, voice tired and weak.
Evan stopped for only a moment before taking the last bit of blood. Barty let his eyes close with a smile on his face.
He died finally feeling alive.
Evan gently held the now dead body of the man he loved. Barty didn’t even recognize him. Barty didn’t even remember him. Evan felt tears form in his eyes and he held Barty close. He had loved him and he had lost him. At least he died with a smile. Evan should have told Barty the truth. He should have told Barty that they knew each other and that they love each other. He didn’t and now it was too late.
Evan gently kissed Barty’s forehead before picking him up. He would go bury him next to his mother. It’s what he would have wanted.
Evan walked out of the alley feeling as though he left a part of himself in that alley.