Hermione shivered. The night was chilly, it had just rained. The dark clouds still covered the sky over London. She was walking home through the park from her summer job. It was the summer of 4th year. Her best friend Harry had witnessed the return of Lord Vol- He Who Must Not Be Named, last spring and all who believed him were preparing for the worst.
She pulled her jean jacket closer and hiked it up her neck.
Something, the wind possibly, ran through the park to her left. She glanced over. Nothing. The actual wind had ceased to blow.
Something other than the cold bothered her. She gripped her wand inside her sleeve as something rushed past her back. She whipped it out and pointed it around threateningly. She heard the rushing and something swept her off her feet, grasped her neck, and covered her mouth.
"If you scream I will bite you."
Bite her? The hand on her mouth moved and grasped her wand. He pried it out of her fingers and stuck it in her back pocket.
"We wouldn't want the ministry to be looking in to magic in the area, now would we? Especially when your so close to Harry Potter. Your name would be easy to smother."
The hand shimmered and she knew what she was dealing with.
"Please don't hurt me."
"It will hurt some, but I'll try not to last long. You'll have the next few millennia to feel pain."
The vampire's breath stank of blood and she started to cry.
"No. Please. I don't wanna-"
"I don't care." He yanked her jacket collar down despite her best efforts to keep it up. She struggled, but was nothing against the vampire's inhumanly strength. He ran his hand down her side, coming to rest on her hip. Pervert.
"So warm."
she whimpered. The Vampire's freezing breathe on her neck was the last thing she felt before a stabbing pain. She screamed and immediately a cold hand covered her mouth. The pain increased. Then it was over. He dropped her, and she lay writhing on the ground while he licked his lips. Then he knelt down and lapped up the excess blood on her neck before taking a knife and cutting his hand.
"Drink if you want to live."
She glared at him. "I'd rather die." He sneered.
"Not on my watch. You were the best drink I've had in 1,465 years." He grabbed her nose and placed his hand on her mouth again.
Hermione fought the urge to breathe desperately. But natural instinct won out, and with the first breath, two drops of blood fell onto her tongue. It was enough. The air flow being cut suddenly didn't bother her. She felt the warmth leave her body. Her teeth hurt. She threw the Vampire off of her. She could see him now. He had brown hair and tan skin. His black eyes sparkled with the streetlights. She grabbed her neck and felt two holes, then felt her canines. She tested up.
"You monster!"
he smirked at her.
"I'll kill you."
"Sure you will. Just have fun watching everyone grow up around you while you can't do anything about it."
she launched herself at him but he moved, and before she could register which direction he had gone, he had vanished.
With the adrenaline rush fading, her neck hurt badly. Something told her she needed blood.
But she didn't want blood.
But she needed it.
Something caught her attention above her head, and she jumped up to catch a bird. It let out a startled squack. She buried her teeth in it and started drinking the blood. The poor thing fluttered less, and less, until it stopped. The blood flow stopped as the creatures heart stopped.
Then she stood and sobbed over the dead bird. She knelt and buried it at the base of the tree before running home at breakneck speed with tears streaming down her face. She jumped up all the steps and burst into the house crying.
"Mom! Dad!"
her mother stepped out into the hall.
"Oh my. Hermione, What happened?"