Ch.1 The Glass Knight
She came out of her fitful sleep curled up on her living room rug sweating. Ginevra Weasley, or Nevra as her friends now called her lived in a 2-story house and of all the unnecessary bedrooms she had to fall asleep on the floor. She swallowed hard trying not to loose her dinner of calorie-free Ben and Jerry's. The metallic taste of blood drowned out the lingering chocolate, accompanied by a pulsing throb in her lip. She must have bitten it open.
Groaning, Nevra rolled onto her hands and knees and watched her arm shake. Her muscles were still jumping in the aftermath of her vision, her head was pounding like a stampede of elephants. The muggle invention called Television didn't exactly help blaring loud enough it could have risen the dead. "Off!" Nevra gasped holding her head in her hands casting a quick spell.
One minute he'd been licking a huge heaping spoonful of Chunky Monkey and yelling answers out to 'Wheel of Fortune' a very addicting show she'd found on the TV left by the house's previous owners. She'd just yelled out the answer to a 'win a car' question when all hell broke loose in her brain. Images raced around in her head, at some point she must have tripped over her feet with dizziness and landed on her face.
After that, she'd been victim to the Visions From Hell. She'd heard of this type of thing before. It had been in the Quibbler, some article she'd thought was a hoax. There'd been an extremely tall devil clad person who had to be taller then her own 6 feet 3 inches. At his feet rested 7 cups of blood resting on an alter. Some crazy mob of people all wearing black (not a happy looking bunch of people) and women sacrificed on crosses. But what really worried her was the guy with the sword, his handsome face cold with determination as he fought at her side. Yes, it had to be her, the same fiery red hair and blazing eyes. Yep, it was her she knew no other person who had the same astonishing features.
'Oh great', she thought 'just what I need to start the quidditch season off right, a nice dose of lunatic people drinking blo-VAMPIRES!' Her mind started going in a haze her eyes staring off into the distance.
'NO way,' Ginevra thought beginning to panic as the maze of images started to become clear in her mind. 'No fucking way, I'll get someone killed for certain. I haven't had any training to fight or duel or fence or any of that fancy shit'. Even her brain swore when she got angry.
But what if she didn't tell anybody? What if she just ignored it? Nobody would know. Except her and her bloody good character.
She groaned, knowing there was no way she'd stand around with her wand up her ass and let people die without trying to do something. Of course, she had no clue WHAT to do, but that step would come later. Nevra stood up straight, put her chin out, and straightened her shoulders. She was off to find that good-looking vampire sword bloke. She hoped it wouldn't be a problem with only her wand and instinct guiding her.
She'd have to just not get too close. She wasn't up for another game of Bite-and-Run, not after Count Bastard a.k.a. Colin Creevey who had turned out to be a major follower of Lord V and was an A-List Vamp. Someone should have realized that the camera who a tool of Dark Magic (one of the reasons you know who could always find the Trio). It explained why he was so fascinated with the boy who lived.
Ginevra had agreed to split an apartment with Colin, after all they had been best mates through Hogwarts. One night he must've gotten blood lust he just couldn't control. After having a snack on her neck, Colin fled the apartment taking with him the couch, and a good portion of the wine. Immediately after Ginevra moved to the house she was currently residing.
Upon biting Nevra, Colin had turned her into a "Cow", or as she called them, Vampire whores. It's the job of the Cow to feed a vampire when their services are called upon (and usually also acting as a sex toy, hence the nickname).
She hadn't yet been called upon in the 8 weeks she had been turned and the only thing that so far had resulted was the constant heacache now pulsing in her ears.
Just before stepping outside, Ginevra took one last longing look around. She'd redone her house at least 7 different times since she started living by there. Right now the living room showed off her 'Horny Hornets' pride. The room was decorated in almost nauseating royal blue and gold. Her cheerleading were trophies proudly on display mounted on some shelves that literally glimmered. She was currently captain of the Horny Hornets Cheerleader Mascots for the nation wide known quidditch team.
Now whether a twenty-eight-year-old woman should actually display trophies was a different question. She pondered this for a while as she stepped out the door. Crossing her yard t the cobblestone street, she paused to look out over Diagon Alley, already buzzing at 5 in the morning. She had to quit stalling.
Ginevra tracked the swordsman down in an elegant brick Victorian. The massive double doors opened automatically when she stepped up to them, but once inside, the building seemed disserted.
He was here, though. She could feel his strength and masculinity, powerful and dark and frightening. Just the way she ordered them
'Cut that out, Nevra,' she told herself sternly. 'You're on a fang-free diet from now on, remember?'
She seemed to be pulled along as she walked down a narrow corridor past stained glass windows, a head of some animal mounted on the wall, and a magnificent chandelier dripping with crystals shaped like tears. Yet another set of intimidating doors stood in her path making her wonder if she should continue.