Warning: Slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Vampire Diaries.

Summary: Damon finds himself enthralled with an emerald eyed beauty.

Pairing: Damon/Harry.

Notes: Harry is 17, moved to Fells Church, Virginia after the war. He is now 19. Changed his name to Ariell Rihards Noir (Lion of God)(Strong Power)(Black). 'Set' in the first VD book.

Word Count: 509 (only actual Drabble)

One Drabble a Day Challenge, Date: Friday, September 5th, 2009


Emerald eyes. Flawless snow pale skin. Silky feather-like hair. Slim athletic build.

Unimaginable power.

It had been lust at first sight for Damon Salvatore. Lust for power. Lust for flesh. Lust for possession. Ariell Rihards Noir was absolutely perfect for his Queen: smart, beautiful, powerful.

Everything Damon wanted in a Queen, to rule at his side for all eternity.

So he watched him, watched his soon-to-be-Queen from the shadows, always interfering when someone became too close to his Ariell and waiting for the moment to strike, to take what was his. And, after an agonizing three months, when he had become so enthralled with the younger male he was beginning to fear had fallen and fallen hard, the time finally struck.

Someone had begun killing in Fells Church, and as usual his little brother, Stefan, had automatically assumed it was him. And it most likely would have been him, had he not spent his time either tormenting Stefan or watching Ariell, who seemed unusually calm despite the town's uproar of fear. Their wasn't even a hint of unease in the nineteen-year-old as he went about his normal life and schedule, not bothering to bring anything with him besides that weird long wooden stick he carried around in his combat boot (which he wore everyday) and a silver, elegant dagger he carried in his sleeve. But he had always carried that.

And than it had happened, well, it was happening.

Coming out of his hiding spot, Damon wasn't too surprised to see his Queen fighting off the sneering vampire with his silver knife.

"Finally decided to stop stalking me and reveal yourself?"

Ariell smirked, raising an eyebrow at him, easily holding off the vampire and killing it with one swipe of his dagger, blue-black flames dancing from his wrist and turning the vampire to dust. Taking lithe stalking step, the dark haired vampire circled his prey with a smirk.

"How did you know?"

He smirked, his voice seductively dark. Ariell's eyes followed him but otherwise he remained calm.

"It's not every day I'm followed by a wolf or crow. Now, tell me, why are you following me?"

Emerald eyes narrowed dangerously at this as pale fingers curled lightly, pale blue flames dancing on the tips of his fingers. Damon smirked.

"Have you ever given thought to...the life of a vampire? You'd be absolutely perfect at my side, for eternity, of course."

Ariell raised an eyebrow at this.

"What of that girl you were stalking as well...Elena, was it?"

"Elena who?"

Ariell smirked at his response, turning his back on the dark haired vampire and calmly making his way back to his home, twirling his silver dagger expertly between his fingers.

"Well, are you coming?"

Ariell finally asked as he made it to his door, half-way in.

Following him in the manor like home, Damon grinned.

He'd finally found his Queen. Now all he had to do was find a way to torment his brother and his after-life would be perfect...

….and he had just the idea for that.