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Do Not Seek Answers Best Left to The Dark

Vampire!Aesop Sharp x professor!reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, MDNI, blood, dub con

Summary: The new professor has seen some troubling signs regarding Hogwart's potion master. She takes it upon herself to discover the truth and gets pulled into a lot of trouble.

A/N: One shot vamp Aesop cause I have no self-control! Woohoo, use of (Y/N) and third person.

Aesop sat at his desk in his potion’s classroom scrounging through his notes. (Y/N) stays hidden and watches. She had a theory about Sharp and she needed to know the truth. The signs were there. He would look pale one day, a random animal would be drained if it's blood in the middle of the night, and then he would look back to normal.

She had to check.

She had to be sure.

As a fellow Professor, it was her job to make sure the students were safe. So, she hid and watched him. For the 5th straight night, he looked pale, this time he was drinking some kind of potion from a clear vial. She wasn't expecting to see a potion. As soon as he left the classroom, she would have to see what was in the vial. Aesop got up from his desk and slowly walked out of the room, limping more than usual. He must not be doing well if he was walking that poorly. She rushed into his classroom and searched for the vial he was using; she opened every drawer she saw and finally found it.

It was a dark crimson red, with small flecks of silvery grey at the edges and it smelled of iron. She took her time to examine it, she had to be sure. Every little hint, every sign pointed to it being blood. She was right, he had to be a vampire.

Suddenly, the classroom door creaked open quietly. Aesop was leaning against the frame, looking in, his brown eyes glinting in the torchlight. “Ah, Professor (Y/N)... What are you doing in my classroom?” He said, his voice deep and gravelly. She shot upright and turned to face him. She noticed his eyes were a slight tinge of red, instead of his usual brown. "Ah Sharp, yes, I was looking for you. I had a couple concerns about some students." She started to walk towards him and the exit.

He stepped into her path, blocking the door. He held up the flask he used, a tiny smile forming on his face. “Oh, I see your curiosity was piqued by my potion?” He held the flask out to her, offering it for her to sip from. “You could always find out for yourself, you know?”

"Oh no no no, heh. I just happened to knock it over.... We can talk tomorrow; I wouldn't want to bother you this evening." He looked at her intently, the red tint of his eyes growing stronger by the second…

“I insist, Professor, the night is young. Have a sip with me.” He was much taller than her, with a broad chest, and his eyes were almost hypnotic… Her heart dropped to her stomach. She was beginning to think snooping around wasn't her greatest idea. "I...I would rather not. I'm sure it's something just for you. No need to waste any hard work on me." She laughed nervously.

He looked disappointed. “Very well, but I promise, it is perfectly safe.” He said, taking her shoulder with his free hand. “There isn’t much to be afraid of, Professor.” His hand felt bitterly cold. Just another sign pointing to her theory being correct. "Of course not. Why would I be afraid? I'll...see you in the morning, Professor Sharp." She tried to excuse herself to get past him. As she tried, he gripped her arm tighter. "Wait. May I give you some advice?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. She was a little startled by the force of his grip. "Of course..."

He took her by the chin and brought his face close to hers. "Do not look into things which should not be known... And certainly, do not seek answers that are best left to the dark of night..." he said, his dark eyes glistening. His breath was cool and sweet, and she was transfixed by his voice and eyes. She simply nodded. His lips curved into a seductive smile as he released her from his grasp, his cool breath on her bare skin sending tingles down her back. "Good girl..." He said, his voice quiet and sensual.

Her stomach tightened and she started breathing heavily. "Thank you...for the advice. I'll be heading off now..." He nodded slowly and turned, taking a moment to allow her past. "Off you go, then..."

She nodded and rushed out of his classroom. Trying to play it off like nothing happened. Aesop watched her as she left, his eyes gleaming red for the briefest of moments. His hands flexed and crackled, craving the taste of her blood. He put the flask away. If she wasn't sure before, she was positive now. She walked quickly all the way back to her chambers in the faculty tower. She slammed the door closed behind and slid down it to the floor. She didn't know what to do, should she tell the headmaster? Is it something to worry about? He hasn't hurt a student or anyone in the many years he's been teaching. So many thoughts went through her head.

Later that night, Aesop stepped outside as he made his way towards the Forbidden Forest. A full moon cast its light across the castle, his eyes gleaming bright red as he lumbered through the ancient grounds, his long strides eating up the ground. A light breeze drifted past him, and he could smell something in the air. There were animals nearby, and they were drinking blood... He was drawn towards the scent... the smell of fresh blood. He kept walking until he reached the edge of a clearing that was full of life. Rabbits and deer were drinking from a river within a clearing. He stopped in his tracks and observed them from the tree line, his teeth growing longer.

The rabbit near him noticed his presence first, its ears twitching. Aesop waited, motionless, until the rabbit approached him and sniffed at him playfully. He bent down slowly and grabbed the rabbit by the neck and brought his teeth down on its jugular. The rabbit squealed but could not escape as he drained it of its blood. He licked the blood off his lips, savoring the metallic, sweet taste.

(Y/N) was thrashing in her sleep having horrible nightmares, all of them about Aesop. He was so sweet but quiet, he couldn't be evil, right? Her nightmares forced her awake and she sat up in bed. Aesop was standing at her doorway, and he stepped inside of her room. His face was caked with dried blood, and his eyes were glowing a scarlet red from the moonlight streaming in through the window. He walked quietly towards her bed, his black boots hitting the floor with a subtle thunk and his cloak billowing behind him. Aesop’s footsteps drew nearer and nearer. She heard his breath. His hands closed around her neck, and he pinned her to her bed. “Shhhh…” He said quietly. “Do not be afraid…” He leaned down and bit into her neck with his sharp fangs. She cried out but no sound came. The world grew dark as her blood drained from her veins. It left her with a tingle down her spine, and an incredible euphoria. The world around her melted away, as she fell deeper into a blissful darkness.

She woke up with a gasp, breathing heavily and her neck tingling with the sensation that sharp fangs had just ripped into it. She was covered in a cold sweat, and the bed sheets were bunched around her.

“What…?” she asked, looking around her room for any sign of Aesop.

She shot out of bed and into the bathroom. She flipped on the light and looked at her neck. There was nothing there, no marks, no bite, nothing. She sighed with relief, "it was just a dream." She left the bathroom and crawled back into bed, falling asleep no longer plagued with nightmares.

A few days later, she arrived at the potion’s classroom before class. Her eyes were bleary, and she had been tossing and turning all night long, her neck and ankles feeling slightly strange. As she entered the room, she saw Aesop drinking a cup of tea by his desk and she suddenly felt very strange.

She slowly approached him. "Sharp? I don't mean to bother you, but I haven't been sleeping well. You don't happen to have a potion that could help, do you?" It wasn't uncommon for the other professors to ask Sharp for favors like this. Aesop stopped drinking his tea and slowly turned towards her. “Ah, Professor (Y/N). I’m afraid I am all out of sleeping potions, however, I may be able to provide something else.” he said, as he got up and approached her.

"Oh...alright. What do you recommend?" She watched him carefully as he approached her. He brushed her hair away from her neck and smiled down at her. He was close enough that she could smell his breath.

“Why don’t you come with me to my chambers?” He said, in a low and husky tone. “I may have something there for you to try.” She looked at him, clearly confused. Why would he be inviting her to his chambers. Something didn't feel right. "Oh, that's alright... I'll go check with the school nurse." Aesop stepped closer, his lips curling into a predatory grin. “Oh, come now, (Y/N)… I am sure I can provide the relief you are so desperately seeking….”

His eyes dropped down towards her neck, and then back to her eyes as he chuckled quietly. She was incredibly nervous. Coming to him was a bad idea. "I...you said not to look into other people's business... I really wouldn't want to impose. Your chambers are private." He grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him, caressing her face with his other hand. “I insist that you come with me…” He whispered sweetly, his voice filling her with a tingle as he brushed his lips against her neck and then kissed it lightly.

She started to feel dizzy, and her head clouded up. Something wasn't right. Just as she was about to agree, a student knocked on the door of the potions classroom, asking for Professor Sharp. The distraction was just what she needed. As the student entered, Aesop stepped back, still holding her hand.

“Ahem... What is it that you need?” He said in a soft, soothing, yet slightly deep and gravelly voice.

She turned and gave the student a smile. "Thank you for your time, Professor. I'll leave you to help the student." She walked out, feeling his eyes on her back. She went all the way to the hospital wing. The nurse didn’t hesitate to give her a sleeping potion, for which she was greatly relieved as it would help with her insomnia.

Aesop’s attention was now on the student who had knocked on the door. He was not happy that (Y/N) ran off like she did, so he quickly took care of the student and dismissed them, before heading towards the Hospital Wing.

She thanked the nurse and walked back to her chambers. It was a little early to turn in for the evening, but she was exhausted. Aesop knocked on her chamber door just as she had entered, his voice low and stern.

“Professor (Y/N)… I must speak with you…” He said as he waited for her to let him inside. She felt the hair stand up on her neck. She placed the sleeping potion on her bedside table and slowly opened her door. "Yes?" Aesop stepped inside and shut the door behind himself.

“I need you to come to my chambers…” He said softly, his face inches away from hers once again. “There is something I must show you…”

She stepped back, startled that he had let himself in. "Sharp, this really is inappropriate. It's quite late, I'm exhausted. I'd ask if we could please discuss this tomorrow." He took a step forward, his eyes glittering like the moonlight streaming through the window.

“I must insist… this is of the utmost importance…” She felt that urge again, the desire to follow him, her head clouding up. "I... I'd rather...not..." She was struggling. He reached out and touched the hair that was falling from her bun and pulled it back behind her ear, letting it frame her face.

“Come on, my dear, it will only take a few moments…” His voice croaked and his lips curved into a predatory smile.

She frowned in confusion, why was he calling her 'dear'. "Just a moment... That's all."

He put his hands on her waist. “Just a minute… and then I promise you can return to your chambers…”

His eyes ran up and down her body before settling on her neck. She nodded; her head fully clouded up. She followed him out of her room in some kind of trance. Aesop kept his hand on her waist while the two of them made their way towards his chambers. The potions professor was completely unaware of her condition, as he was too focused on the scent of her blood.

Once they arrived in his chambers, he walked into the living area and sat down on the sofa next to his table. He motioned for her to join him. Her mind cleared up for a moment and she took a look around. The room was dark and smelled like iron. She sat next to him. "What is it you needed to show me?" The potions professor did not answer her question, but rather turned his head to her neck. "Turn your head my dear..." Aesop's voice was deep and his breath smelled metallic. "I wish to take a better look..."

She knew what he was doing but she couldn't seem to resist, was he controlling her somehow? She was scared but turned her head away from him. Aesop leaned forward and began to kiss her neck, his lips pressed tight against her smooth skin. He could feel the urge rising in his body, and he knew he could not resist her taste, not any longer…

"Sharp... That's highly inappropriate..."

"Quiet dear..." He whispered in a sensual voice, his hand moving up her back and underneath her hair as he brought her closer to him.

"Do you remember what you dreamed of a few nights ago?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

Her eyes grew wide. "Yes..." She said terrified.

"Good girl..." Aesop smiled at her and began to kiss her neck even more, his lips and teeth grazing against her flesh. She remembered the dream and could feel his mouth on her neck. She had to snap out of it before he bit into her. She tried to push him away. "No... I... I should be going... It's rather late... you said only a moment."

Aesop let out a deep groan as he felt himself losing the grip he had over her. His face showed disappointment that he could not fully feed, as he had gotten so far so quickly with her. He took a deep drink from the glass of water on his nightstand and leaned back on the sofa.

“You’re right… it is rather late… you must return to your chambers… and we can continue our ‘discussion’ tomorrow…” He said, using his fingers to emphasize his point. She snapped out of it and rushed towards his door. Aesop smirked to himself as he sat back on the sofa, rubbing his fingers together in anticipation. He watched her leave the room quickly and made a note in his mind to visit her in the middle of the night. As he sat alone in his chambers, his lips curled into a predatory grin, as he fantasized about draining her dry.

She had woken up again in the middle of the night again, she let out a sigh and moved to get out of bed. As she walked to her bathroom, she saw someone standing in the shadows. She screamed out and tried to run to her bathroom. Aesop grabbed her and put his left hand on her mouth and held her down. "Oh, my darling…" He took in her fearful scent.

"I will make you mine… I can taste your beautiful blood in my mouth already…," Aesop spoke in a rough tone as he put his mouth to her neck. She fought against him and started to cry. "Please....don't." He could feel her struggling against him and her tears made his hunger greater. "Just one little bite… " Aesop whispered into her ear. He was getting ready to take his first taste of her and he felt like a wild animal who had just caught their prey.

She shook her head in fear, though her mind slowly filled with curiosity about what it would feel like. He pushed aside her fears. "Just one... I won't hurt you... I promise...” Aesop's voice was low and husky as he was unable to control his thirst for her blood. He kissed her neck once more and gently caressed her skin, feeling her warm blood flow through her veins.

She closed her eyes tightly. Aesop smiled as he gently bit into her neck, his eyes closing as he finally drank her warm blood. She yelped at the pain and gripped his arms. “Ah… that’s it…” Aesop licked her neck and gently caressed her skin as he continued to drink her blood. She whimpered in his ear, slowly getting lightheaded. Aesop continued to drink her blood until he was satisfied, and he was left with a sense of lust and pure joy running through his body. His hunger for her blood slowly began to fade and he released her.

He picked her up in his arms and looked at her with a smirk. She had fallen limp against him, still awake but very weak. Aesop put her down on her bed and looked at her body. He could feel himself becoming obsessed with her and he could almost feel her mind and personality slipping into his. He got on top of her and kissed her passionately. His kiss was filled with lust and desire. She looked at him with cloudy eyes. "Aesop..." She groaned. Aesop looked back at her, his voice low and husky, his eyes filled with lust and desire.

"Yes, sweet (Y/N)?" He leaned down and whispered to her. He was obsessed with her and just wanted to possess her forever. "I'm so tired..." She mumbles, trying to keep her eyes open. Aesop started to stroke her long hair, while she was laying on the bed. He could feel that she was exhausted, though he wanted her.

"Sleep, my darling," His voice was low, husky, and smooth. "Let your worries and fears slide off you for now. You are safe now... You are mine..." She was so tired, so confused, she let her eyes close and fell asleep. Aesop laid next to her and watched her as she slept. Her hair was soft, and she was so beautiful. She was now his. He put his arm over her body and made sure she was close to him. He would never let this one be taken away from him.

Hours passed and she woke up to the sounds of the morning. She felt him there, next to her in bed. She wasn’t as afraid as before, she oddly felt safe, and more curious. She turns to face him and sees his lustful eyes staring down at her. She sat up in bed, her whole body now filling with desire, she was no longer afraid. “Aesop?” He sat up and moved closer to her, his hands began roaming her body, waiting for her to stop him. She shivered under his touch, feeling the desire for more. He smiled wickedly and quickly removed her thin nightgown.

He looked up at her hungrily as she blushed deeply, biting into her neck again, sucking out more of her life force. “Mmmh, you taste so sweet.” He groaned happily, squeezing one breast roughly while moving down to lick the other nipple hungrily. She threw her head back, mewling. He smiled wickedly, feeling her body react to his touch. He squeezed her breasts roughly, kneading them firmly while licking her nipples greedily. He hummed against her chest, kissing along her jawline before moving lower towards her stomach. “Ohhh yes...just relax, love. Let yourself go.” His voice had taken on a husky tone now, almost sounding hypnotic, soothing her as he continued to suckle on her breasts. She relaxed her whole body, giving in to her curiosity.

He chuckled softly as she relaxed completely, letting herself be consumed by the hunger that burned inside him. “I'll take care of everything, my dear.” He said lovingly, leaning forward and kissing her throat gently, licking and nibbling at her skin as he listened to her quickened breathing. He knew she was completely under his spell, completely at his mercy. And that was just the way he liked it. He wanted to take her, consume her, fill her with his essence. His voice deepened, his hunger growing fiercer with each passing moment. He wanted more, needed more. “Come to me, my dear. Let me make you mine.”

With one swift motion, he pulled away from her body and moved between her thighs, looking down upon her with hungry eyes. His fangs glistening menacingly against his lips as he stared hungrily at her exposed flesh. “You're so beautiful...so perfect...” he reached out slowly, caressing her soft skin with his fingers as he leaned closer towards her. He could smell her sweet scent, feel her heat radiating off of her.

He couldn't resist any longer and his tongue darted out eagerly, licking along her inner thigh before finally reaching her pulsing cunt. She tasted divine, intoxicating, delicious. The taste alone made him want more, but this wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. “I'm going to devour you, little girl.” He chuckled darkly, a sensual smile growing across his lips. He could feel her desire, her need for him radiating off of her. He couldn't resist any longer. He buried his face in between her legs, inhaling deeply as he savored the taste of her feminine flesh.

“Ah, you taste amazing.” She reached down and tangled her fingers in his long hair, moaning in bliss at the feeling of his wet tongue against her warm center. He could feel her fingers digging into his scalp, her hips bucking up against his face. He worked his tongue feverishly, lapping up every drop of her sweet nectar. She was perfect, the most perfect creature he had ever encountered. He couldn't get enough of her. He'd never get enough of her.

“Aesop…oh please… more…” His eyes fluttered open; his face still buried between her legs. He looked up at her, still licking her sweetness. He smirked and growled, "Then let me have you, little one." He grinned hungrily, his hands gripping her thighs tightly. His grip was strong, yet gentle. It was almost as if he were trying to hold on while he ripped her apart. Her screams only fueled his hunger, while her scent drove him wild. The more she moaned, the faster he ate her out.

Soon, she was quivering under him, unable to control herself anymore. He didn't slow down, instead speeding up his pace. “I’m so close!” She screams at him. As soon as he heard this, he gripped her thighs even tighter, holding her steady as he continued to devour her. She screamed and released all the tension, crashing into her orgasm. Her juices flowed freely now, covering his mouth and chin. He moaned into her pussy, enjoying every second of it. When she came, he drank it all up greedily, savoring the taste of her. He kept going until she couldn't take any more. She had completely lost control. After finishing off what little remained inside her, he pulled away slowly.

A small smile appeared on his lips as he looked at her once again. "That's quite something..." he said softly, still staring right at her. He could tell that she liked being eaten out by him. She was looking up at him with lustful eyes, his fangs shining in the candlelight, covered in her cum and blood. Before he did anything else, he decided to ask one question first. "Do you enjoy being eaten?" His voice sounded gentle yet firm. It seemed like there wasn't much room for argument here.

“Only by you…” She had fully dived into the deep end, her curiosity long replaced by her desire for him. Smiling back, he leaned forward and kissed her passionately once more. As their tongues danced together, he wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. "Good girl" he whispered quietly against her mouth. Then, after breaking apart from the kiss, he grinned mischievously taking off the rest of his clothing.

"Now...” As if reading her mind his hands moved down to grab her ass and squeeze gently. She felt his member start to grow hard against her stomach. "I think I've waited long enough." He chuckled softly as he squeezed her cheeks harder. “Please…Aesop… I want it.”

"Please what? Tell me..." His grip tightened ever so slightly on her ass. He could tell she liked this treatment by how flushed she got. “Please satisfy my curiosity…”

Smirking, he gave her cheek one more playful slap before grabbing her hips firmly and pulling her closer towards himself. "Well then, my little pet. You're going to get exactly what you want." He thrust forward, feeling the resistance of her slick pussy against his throbbing member. He held her hips firmly as he began to pound into her, his arms holding onto her as he fucked her roughly. "Oh my, my little pet is definitely a dirty one. I like that." As he continued pounding away at her tight hole, he leaned down close to her ear again. "Tell me who owns your body, my little pet." he said softly, continuing to slam into her repeatedly. "Who does this belong to? Who gets to use it whenever they please?"

“You…” She whimpers.

His pace picked up even more as he continued to thrust powerfully into her. He gripped onto her hips tightly, his cock slamming into her over and over again. "Good," he growled into her ear. "Good girl. You're going to keep screaming it, aren't you?” She nodded and let out a mess of sinful sounds. He continued to pound away at her pussy, his cock throbbing in and out of her as he fucked her mercilessly. She was definitely a dirty little slut, and he loved it. She grips his arms harshly; it would leave bruises on him, if he was human. He grinned widely at her reaction, loving how much she enjoyed being taken advantage of by him. Her screams were music to his ears, especially since he knew just what buttons to push to make her feel good.

"Keep moaning, pet."

“B-bite me again…please”

He chuckled softly at her request, his eyes glancing down at her body before returning to her face once more. He nodded slightly before leaning down towards her neck, his fangs sinking deep into her skin as he began drinking deeply from her veins. As Aesop drank from her, her moans grew even louder, her whole body tensing up as she came hard on his cock. He groaned loudly as he kept going, not stopping until he had drained every drop of her sweet nectar from her body. He could tell that she was having one hell of an orgasm, which only made him want to go harder and faster. He pulled back, giving himself enough room to thrust inside her again. Without any hesitation, he slammed into her again and again, making sure that she felt every inch of his cock inside of her. His hips moved frantically, his pace growing even faster as he drew closer to his finish line. She moaned and whimpered hardly holding back another orgasm from his harsh thrusting.

With one last hard thrust, he unloaded deep inside of her, filling her with every drop of his semen. He could feel her walls tightening around his cock, milking him dry as she came yet again. He pulled out of her slowly, savoring the feeling of how tight she still was around his cock even after everything they had just done. He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He chuckled softly before pulling away slightly. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he said teasingly, looking down at her mischievously. "Now...how do we clean this mess?" he asked playfully, gesturing towards their bodies which were covered in sweat, fluids, and of course her blood. (Y/N) slowly realized several things. Aesop Sharp was indeed a bloodthirsty vampire and she had just given herself fully over to him. She was in a hell of a lot of trouble.

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