A/N: Just wanted to give my beta a quick shout and thank you for the help. Thanks kaiistar!

Chapter 1: I Feel Hollow

I lay here looking at the black and silver canopy of my bed listening to the heavy panting of the beauty wonder beside me. She was still in the after glow of the multiple orgasms she had just submitted to. And yet I lay here and feel nothing. Not even when I was 'making love' to her. Or that's what she called it when she came to my bed. I call it sex. Nothing more than meaningless sex that brings me no pleasure.

A gentle breeze came in through the open window from the dark night beyond and caressed my already Sweat cooled body. The girl beside me shivers even through there is a sheet covering her.

"Get out,"

The girl sat up startled by the coldness of my voice that was soft and kind not moments before. She held the sheet to her body like she didn't want me to see what had already been seen. Like now she wanted to be modest. It disgusted me. She disgusted me. I felt a sneer cover my lips.

"But, Your Majesty-"

I pin her with a cold stare and she falters. But determination sets itself into her eyes and she continues.

"Your Majesty, you haven't fed,"

"I am aware of that, Mortal, now get out of my sight!" I bared my fangs at her and pulled the covers from her body.

She gave an indignant squeak and rolled off the bed landing on the floor on her hands and knees. She quickly stood and looked down at me as I smirked at her. She huffed and stopped her foot making her voluptuous breasts bounce and knock against one another.

"I won't tell you again, Lilith." I said warningly

Glaring at me, she bent to pick up her clothes but I waved my hand and they flew out the window. She stood and looked like she wanted to smack my smirking face. I dared her with my eyes. I'm just itching to kill this bitch.

"Sei un orribile bestia, Sua Maestà," She seethed as she walked towards the door swaying her hips in a way she no doubt thought sexy. (You are a horrible beast, Your Majesty)

"E tuttavia è ancora venuto a letto per il mio piacere, quando vi invito e anche se io non vi invito. Non c'è da stupirsi che gli uomini della mia famiglia chiamata per voi così tanto. Sei un sfrenata cagna che non possono ottenere sufficiente. Voi siete per me disgustoso!" I growled standing from the bed. (And yet you still come to my bed for pleasure when I call you and even when I don't call you. No wonder the men of my family call for you so much. You are a wanton bitch that can't get enough. You are disgusting to me!)

Lilith screamed and ran from my room slamming the door as she went.

Furious, I picked up a small marble statue of a snake and threw it at a mirror on my wall. I watched as it shattered and the anger seemed to seep from my body with each plink of glass on the black marble floor. Sighing I walked into my bathroom to find a hot vanilla and lavender rose bath waiting for me. I stepped in not paying attention to the scolding heat and began to vigorously clean every trace of Lilith from my body. I ran my fingers through my hair and saw that it came out with clumps of hair.

"Damn you, Lilith," I muttered and dunked my head in the water and washed it just as vigorously as I did my body.

When I surface I felt the presence of someone behind me and tensed, my hand going for the dagger I had under the wash rags on the ledge of the bath.

"Tar Tia Tor, sor olia ti," (Calm My Child, tis only me)

My hand stilled at the man's voice and I turned my head and bowed it respectfully.

"Tharaes," (Father)

I stood and climbed out of the bath grabbing a towel on the way. I stood there for a moment staring at the black floor watching the droplets of water form a puddle over my obscured reflection.

"O eisi syrdaer, Pandraes. Shar eisi os vyrdaes?" (You are troubled, Daughter. What are your problems?)

My father's voice brought me out of my empty mind. I shrugged at him and brushed by rubbing the towel through my hair. I walked to my closet and eyed my clothes and shoes thoughtfully ignoring my Father in hopes he would leave me alone. I rubbed the towel over my body briefly before I pulled on a pair of dark dusky red Dragon leather pants. I sorted through my shirts quickly and pulled tight fitted black long sleeve shirt and a vest that went with my pants. Lastly I set my feet into black leather knee high boots that had a hard thick heel on them.

"Os molaeli shyl ti," My fathers said from right behind me. (Your silence wounds me)

He took my hand and led me over to my vanity. Sitting in my chair I watched as he picked up my brush and brushed my hair out.

"Shar air shyraesol o, Trivium?" (What is bothering you, Trivium?)

I stared at him through the mirror. Barathon Bregolien Bondrasi King of all the Elves and Vampires, my Father but everyone calls him Ignatius. My father is 6'3, slim, and pale as the purest marble. He has muscle in all the right places, but anyone would see why he has considering how he had been on the battlefield for centuries before marrying and settling down. My father is over 4 thousand years old. He is one of the last remaining Ancients. He has long sun kissed blonde hair that reaches his hips that make his almost neon blue eyes pop. Is face is flawless with perfect facial structure. He is a walking Adonis.

"Trivium?"

I sigh.

"I feel so hollow, Father, and I don't know why," I say

"Oh? How so, Mez Omi?" He asks setting my brush down and sorting through my earrings.

"I don't know. Like a piece of me is missing, and I am no longer satisfied in bed. I've been with almost every girl worth being with in the Harem and I feel nothing. All they do is infuriate me. Afterward I have to clean myself completely or I feel even worse. Even when I do I still feel hollow."

Father puts silver loops into my ears and snaps his fingers. My hair magically dries, spikes, and lays flat in all the right places. I look up into his eyes and see them twinkling back at me in a brighter blue if that was even possible.

"You know something,"

"I do,"

"Your not going to tell me, are you?"

"No. This one you will have to find out on your own, Mez Omi."

I glare at him but he only smiles back at me.

"Fine," I snarl

I go back to my closet and pick out my favorite black leather trench coat.

"I'm going to Hogwarts," I pull it on and check in the mirror to make sure I look the best. I pick up my family ring and slip it on my right ring finger.

"You wish to go to school,"

I look back at my father and see no form of protest.

"Yes. I need away from here. I need to think,"

"Then go. I will not stop you."

I hug my father and start for the door.
"Thank You, Father."

"Your Majesty, we do not allow magical creatures in the school as students, and especially of your race. So many things could happen. And there is the matter of the other students parents to conc-"

"Headmaster, I assure you I am…well behaved," I purr at him, "I will bring someone from the Harem to feed from."

"Still the fact of the matter is that it is not allowed. The Ministy-"

"The Ministry would not dare try to stop me. You seem to forget that I am not human and do not follow your rules. I am Col Velaes'm daughter. I answer only to my parents." I smirk at him, "I will attend this school whether you like it or not. I just thought I would be nice and let you think you had a choice."

I watch Albus's eyes dim.

"I see. Well in that case, we will have to sort you and put you in a dorm-"

"I will not be put into any house. And I will not be in a dormitory. I will have my own room away from the rest of the students. But you won't have to worry about that because I have already found it. My things are already being put into place. Any other questions?"

"Does your family know about this?" Albus asked with a resigned sigh.

"My father has condoned this. And of course, I have an Uncle and another Uncle who is also my Godfather that works here." Smirking at his surprised face I walk out the door, "Goodnight, Headmaster."

I close the door.

A/N: So do you like it so far? This is my first fem slash story. It's going to be Hermione (ooc) and the girl you just read about, Trivium. I made up the character Trivium so she is totally and completely mine and if she is similar to anyone or any book or character it is total coincidence. There will be different languages in this story and there will always be a translation at the bottom of the story. I'll try to get name meaning in there too but no promises.
I hope you like it thus far and to get me to update faster sometimes you just got to review and encourage. And I always want an honest opinion. You don't like some thing then tell me. I can't fix it if you don't.

Thanks!

Eden Nightmare

Translations/Meanings: (in order they appear)

1.) Mortal (Italian)

2.) "You are a horrible beast, Your Majesty" (Italian)

3.) "And yet you still come to my bed for pleasure when I call you and even when I don't call you. No wonder the men of my family call for you so much. You are a wanton bitch that can't get enough. You are disgusting to me!" (Italian)

4.) "Calm My Child, tis only me." (Elvish)

5.) "Father," (Elvish)

6.) "You are troubled, Daughter. What are your problems?" (Elvish)

7.) "Your silence wounds me." (Elvish)

8.) "What is bothering you, Trivium?" (Elvish)

9.) Barathon Bregolien Bondrasi—Ignatius Devlin Nightmare—Ignatius means "Fiery one" Devlin means "Fierce" (Elvish)

10.) Col Velaes'm—High Ruler's (Elvish)