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Sometimes Bill has nightmares.
Usually he could tell when one was coming on. His scars begin to itch. He feels irritable and restless. His teeth ache something fierce.
But on some nights, without warning, Bill closes his eyes and finds himself in a dark forest.
The moon looms above him, bright and hungry. A howl echoes off in the distance.
Bill knows his role. He's prey. This is the part where he's supposed to run. He loses this fight every time.
He rushes towards the sound.
And it's stupid. Pointless even. None of it is real anyway. It's all happening inside his head. But to Bill, giving up and trying to run is an act of cowardice he can't bear.
Who knows? Maybe this time it will be different.
Another howl sounds off, much closer. Bill can hear the beast who made it come bounding towards him. He turns to face it. He means to raise his wand, but it's too late.
Fenrir Greyback crashes into him.
Bill hits the ground hard, the other man on top of him. Fenrir grabs him by the face and slams his head into the dirt for good measure. He does it again with a guttural laugh, and Bill can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.
He tries to shove Fenrir off. Somehow he's lost his wand. He doesn't see it anywhere nearby. It's as if it never existed at all. Fenrir smiles down at him.
"You're always so eager to come to me, why try and run now?"
"Fuck you," Bill bites out.
That just causes Fenrir's smile to turn sharper. His muddy golden eyes shimmer. He grips Bill by the arms, fingernails like claws bite into him.
"That can be arranged," Fenrir says.
He leans in, so close Bill can smell his rank breath. Bill stares at him in a moment of suspended horror before Fenrir closes the gap.
It's not a kiss.
It's a parody of one. One step away from a mauling. Fenrir forces his tongue into his mouth while Bill gags. He takes Bill's lip between his own and bites down until blood spurts and all Bill can taste is iron. The blood drips onto his cheek and chin. Fenrir makes sure to lick it up, ensuring Bill's face is covered in his spittle.
Then he moves down to Bill's neck, pressing kisses down the column. All the while Bill gasps for air.
"It's a shame," Fenrir says, "You would have made a good wolf."
Then he sets his teeth into the soft flesh of Bill's throat and rips.
Bill wakes up in a cold sweat. His hand goes to his throat. Then he gingerly touches his lips.
"What the fuck?" he whispers.
At first, Bill decides to ignore it. The nightmares are always horrible. He could deal with it. This specific nightmare probably wouldn't happen twice.
But it does happen. Again and again, until his morning routine consists of vomiting and cold showers.
Bill looks at himself in the bathroom mirror. He traces the scars across his face. He thinks he might be cursed.
In the other room he hears Fleur stirring. He hasn't told her. He doesn't know what to tell her and honestly he's too ashamed to say anything.
"You've got to get your shit together," Bill tells himself.
Bill opens his eyes to the dark forest once more.
The horrendous howl greets him as it always does.
This time, Bill stands still and waits.
Fenrir doesn't keep him waiting. But this time instead of tackling him, the man enters the small clearing warily. He doesn't approach Bill, choosing to circle around him in a large loop.
Bill gives him a sardonic smile. "What? Are you scared of me now?"
Fenrir huffs a laugh. "As if."
Bill extends his hand towards him. "Then come here."
"I don't think I will."
"Then I'll come to you."
Bill walks towards him slowly, until he's right in Fenrir's space. The man smirks.
"What now?" he asks.
The hard part, Bill doesn't say.
He looks pointedly at Fenrir's lips and then back up at him. Fenrir lets out a growl and pulls Bill closer, hands resting on Bill's hips.
"Well come on then, if you're so eager."
Before he can think himself out of it, Bill takes the plunge. He kisses Fenrir Greyback. He pretends he's kissing Fleur. He imagines her instead of the monster holding him. Fenrir lets out a delighted noise and reciprocates enthusiastically.
The moment Fenrir forces his tongue through into his mouth, Bill bites down hard and this time the blood is oh so sweet. His teeth clang against each other with force and through the tongue altogether. He spits it out into the other man's face.
Fenrir screams.
But Bill isn't done yet. He throws himself into Fenrir, both falling to the ground. This time Bill is the one pinning him down. This time Fenrir is the one in a stuck stupor unable to fight back. Bill wraps his hands around the thick neck and begins to squeeze.
Fenrir watches him, face covered in gore slowly growing paler and paler, eyes going glossy.
When Bill can no longer feel a heartbeat beneath his hands, he lets go.
He's finally won.
"You were a shit human." Bill tells the corpse.
And then he wakes up.