And if the sun comes up, will it tear the skin right off our bones?
And then, as razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks, I saw you there
Someone get me to the doctor, someone get me to a church
Where they can pump this venom gaping hole
And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat
And if they come and get me
What if you put the spike in my heart?

Oh, who is that? What if it is some weird creep? Hermione thought. Wait, I'm in the middle of a dark cemetery. It has to be some disturbing weird person. The person stopped moving and froze. She walked closer to the person, and saw that it looked like a guy, and he wasn't too bad looking either.

She inquired, "Who are you?"

"I have no name." The person said.

"Oh, sure you do." Hermione urged. She took two slow careful steps closer to the individual in front of her.

"No, I don't." He repeated. Hermione sighed.

"Okay, if you won't tell me your name, then clearly, you can tell me why you are here, right?" She half pleaded. Hermione didn't want to be out there too long, because she didn't know what was out here to get her.

He seemed to contemplate it before he answered with once again, a no.

"What do you think I will do with you then? I will call the authorities on you, if you not leave."

Instead of answering her, he just simply asked, "Why are you here?" He raised an eyebrow to increase the point.

For once, Hermione didn't know how to respond. Why was she here?

He broke her thoughts with a smile. "Are you in there or not?"

"Sorry, I seemed to have drifted off there into my thoughts. The reason why I am here is not important. Your reason is, so tell me why you are here."

"I can't." He replied.

"Why can't you tell me?" she asked him exasperatedly. Hermione threw her arms in the air.

She looked at the shiny stake on the ground. "I deserve an explanation for what I have seen. I walk in here to see you with a…stake thing. You look like you want to stab somebody with it. You look like you haven't eaten in many days. What am I supposed to think?"

He sighed. "You tell me."

Hermione stared at the odd man for a moment. Then, she told herself to take a deep breathe. You don't even know this guy, for Pete's sake!

"Where do you live? I can take you home…" She suggested, finally running out of ideas.

"I have no home." He sadly replied again.

Oh, come on! Am I the only the girl in the world who runs across all of the weird homeless guys? Hermione thought angrily.

"Fine, if you have no house. You can come to mine." She finally said. At first, she couldn't believe that she said that. Then, when she saw him take a step back from her, his eyes wide from fear, she thought about what was asking.

"I cannot go with you now." He told her urgently.

"You need to go somewhere though!"

"What I need is to die!" He told her sharply. Hermione stared at him once more in shock.

"Excuse me? Is the idea of my house that bad?" She asked him trying to lighten the mood a little. He ended up letting out a smirk.

"No it isn't, but there is something wrong with me."

Hermione looked down at her white trainers, and looked up again. "Like what?" He looked like he was going to answer, but stopped abruptly.

"You would not believe me."

"Try me." She countered.

"I am a vampire."