Chapter One
A Creature in the Night
The moon glowed above the raven blanket which was the evening sky. The stars twinkled against the raven backdrop, like the few hearts and souls who were lucky enough to reach the golden gates of paradise.
The creatures of the night were in full swing tonight, the calling of the owl was apparent; its question rang out in the night, "Hooo, Hooo, Hooo", it sounded like a lost child crying out for their mother. The sound of the cicadas was clearly acute.
The only person who dared intrude on the lair of those who dwelled within the boundaries of the night…was only a girl of fifteen years of age, her hair was the color of the honey, which fell to her shoulders in soft waves, her eyes were the color of caramel chocolate, her body had soft curves in all the right places, and it was obvious that she was developed for a girl of her age, her nose was straight and perfect, her lips were not too thick and not too thin, it was just right, her skin which was tanned during the day, looked the color of ivory thanks to the moon reflecting off her skin, she was wearing a white color virgin dress which was sleeveless, it clung to her hips like a second skin, it went to her knees, and it seemed to ripple like the waves of the ocean, when she was in a peaceful serenity.
She wore no shoes, she allowed her petite feet to move against the emerald velvet which was the grass, which caressed her toes, like a lovers hand upon her cheek, this mysterious beauty was Hermione Granger, famous know-it all of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
As Hermione continued through the velvet path, she reached a clearing which had an unlimited amount of white lilies, the wind was softly caressing their blossoms, and it seemed to Hermione that they were tempting her to bather in their unmistakable beauty and aura., it seemed to float in the air, like the scent from an exotic perfume, in fact the scent seemed so powerful, it made Hermione drunk with their overwhelming power, and made her so weak at the knees, she thought she would faint. There floating above the virgin white blossoms were fireflies, they flickered in an out on different positions of Hermione's vision, that to Hermione if she had known nothing of the magic without words or spells or waves of magic wands, a special kind of magic which had been there ever since the beginning of time, long before the birth of the first witch or wizard or muggle.
There were so many, in fact, that Hermione felt like Alice when she stumbled onto Wonderland. Any stress or doubts which Hermione might have had clinging to her shoulders fell away like a discarded cloak. Her caramel color eyes begin to shine with an innocence and joy that had not been present within her eyes for what seemed like an eternity, it was similar to what you would have seen in the eyes of a five year old child, an her face broke out with a wide smile, which made her seem even more childlike, she ran toward the white blossoms, and she immersed herself within their scent like you would a very good blanket.
For what felt like years, Hermione layed down on the white virgin flowers, like they were a blanket which she might have lost when she was a baby, who finally reunited with a long lost friend, and finally for the first time in a very long time, she felt an aura of peace blossom within her, like the blossoms of a flower finally being shined upon with a mothers' love by the sun.
But as soon as that peace had blossomed it wilted with the ice cold winters' breath of apprehension. With a whisper of fear she called out "Who's there?" once she heard no response, she sat down quietly and looked up at the jewel of the moon, and after a couple of minutes of staring at the glow of its' quiet serenity, she allowed peace to wash over her like warmth from a warm bath.
Unbeknownst to Hermione she was not alone, off in the distance a creature which used the velvet of the ebony background as a cloak to shadow itself from a view of others, it had eyes which glowed with a predatory malice, without barely a whisper, the creature begin to move with an inhuman speed, an it moved with a feline grace which would put the leopard to shame, it stopped suddenly, not but a few feet from Hermione, if it so chose it could touch a strand of her honey colored hair with just a touch of its' finger, slowly it reached for her hair, it caressed it from her shoulder, and it watched her pulse go "thump…thump…thump", as Hermione released a horrified gasp, and before she could call out, the creature opened its' mouth, its' canine teeth elongated and the one thing Hermione managed to say before everything went dark was the hiss of the word "Vampire…"
Hermione gasped out loud as her eyes opened wide with fear, her hair was plastered to her forehead and the sides of her head, with cold sweat as was her face and her whole body, and her bed was drenched, the covers were twisted wildly around her body.
As Hermione sat up quickly she made a quick glance around her surroundings, and breathed a quick sigh of relief, she was in her room, and her mahogany desk was still near the left wall of her room, her bookshelf made of red wood was right next to it, the walls still had white wallpaper.
The mirror was still a few feet away from the bed, the vision that the mirror portrayed to her was the ghost of her fear, her face was so pale you could almost see through it, like you could through Nearly Headless Nick and the other Hogwarts' ghosts, her eyes were wide and full to the brim with an animal like fear, like the face of the prey when it knew it was going to be slaughtered, also she could see and feel she was shivering, than she noticed something…the window was open, and the breeze was blowing ice cold air into the room, as cold as death, she went to window and she shut it, the breeze ceased, but as she was doing this she caught a glimpse in the mirror of something…strange?, she went to the mirror and without a thought begin to feel around her neck, and once she reached a certain spot on the right side of her throat where her pulse was,…there were two pinpoints, freshly made, and she knew than and there even though she was home she would never be the same.