Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, warner bros and JK Rowling does, I am just using them to my naughty advantage. ;)
A/N: Hey guys...I suppose I have some BIG apollogising to do...I know, I know, I'm really sorry for removing my other story and leaving but I felt my other story was not right and to be honest with you I was starting to hate it. BUT I am back, yey! (for some) and I have new ideas, yey, yey, yey! With that I give you...
Blood
Chapter One: Of New Beginings
Closing the large oak doors behind her, Hermione made her way down long hotel gardens and out the gate. She and her Parents had came to beautiful Paris for the last two weeks of her summer holidays and she had had a wonderful time. They had went sight seeing immediatly, they went to the eiffel tower and had breakfast in a cute little cafe.
All in all it was a perfect holiday, which was just what she needed. The thing was, before the summer holidays was when Hermione, Ron and Harry had all went hunting for Horcrux's and had then killed Voldemort in a very horrrible and very gruesome final battle at Hogwarts. Many people had died, including Ron's brother Fred, Tonks and Lupin. In the end, Voldemort and many others were dead, harry was alive and neither of the seventh years had any qualifications.
So Professor McGonagall, realising this, organised it so that all of last years seventh years can come back to Hogwarts to finish their N.E.W.T's and finally graduate with the next seventh years.
Hermione was looking forward to this, she was looking forward to finally graduating and then later getting a job somewhere in the ministry, but most of all she was looking forward to seeing her friends again, She had not seen her friends since she left with some ministry workers to undo her parents memory loss and she was missing them badly. She just wanted to see them and ask how they wer-
"Excusez-moi?" A male voice asked, bringing her out of her thoughts.
Looking around she realised that she had somehow walked through the streets in her daydreaming and was now stood next to a dark alley next to a old pub and there in the alley was a tall man in a dark suit.
"Can I help you?" Hermione asked but then cursed herself for not asking in french.
"Vous Anglais?" He asked. "Oh silly me, of course you are!" He then exclaimed in perfect english, but before she could say aything he cut her off, "Right, listen, I am incrediably hungry, you would not belive when I last ate and to be honest, I really can't be bothered luring you to my home so let's just get it over and done with here. Okay?"
"W-What?" Hermione asked, flaberghasted.
"Oh dear. You are a bit slow aren't you?...Knowing my luck your probably disabled or something." He said flatly.
"I really don't know what you are talking about, I don't want to be rude or anything but I think it would be best if I just...Walked home or something."She answered.
"Nope, I'm afraid we can't have that." He said, slowly walking out of the dark alley and towards her.
Hermione backed away and mentally cursed herself that she left her wand at the hotel, it didn't even matter that he was muggle she could sense danger on him and she had no way out. "Can't have what?" She asked, her heart beating fast.
"You going home or away." He replied. "I told you. I'm hungry. Really hungry." He then baffled her by moving so fast that she didnt see, but it didnt matter, she soon felt him grab her and shove her into the alley wall. Alley wall? Wait, how did she get there? More importantly, why does he now seam to have fangs?
"Oh my Gods. Your one of them aren't you?" She asked, piecing it together in her head. "Your a Vampire."
He smiled brightly, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. "Shut up." He whispered before his fangs pierced the small artery on her neck. Gasping in pain Hermione tried to scream but no sound came out, then the pain swept over her body and took her away into a dreamless sleep.
Her eyes shot open as quick as a bullet. Her head was pounding in time with her pulse as she quickly took in her surroundings; she was in a hotel room, not her hotel roomthough, and she was lying on the bed, naked and covered in gooey red stuff.
With a shocked gasp Hermione realised it was blood that she, and the bed, was covered in and that it definatly wasn't hers because there was a dead teenager in the corner of the room and her neck wound had closed up. Neck wound? The last thing she could remember was being eaten alive by a vampire in the dark alley next to the old pub. Why did no one see them?
With a choked back sob Hermione stood up and stared at the mess that was a room, blood was plashed over the walls and bits of the poor boy lay all over the floor. She took two tentive steps towards him but when her stomach started to protest she stoped and closed her eyes.
"Come on Hermione. What is wrong with you?" She whispered to herself. But secretly she knew what was wrong, she knew that somehow in that alley her attacker couldn't stop until he drained her dry and she knew that somehow in that space of time she stayed alive (but unconsious) long enough for the vampire venom to be pumped to her heart.
She knew deep down that this hotel room was actually hers, she knew deep down that the boy lying dead in the corner was in fact the cleaner and she knew deep down that she was the one that killed him. At that moment Hermione Granger finally realised that she was a Vampire.
A/N: Love and hugs to all you readers, there is more to come. 3
