"Hey," Sirius said jumping down the last couple of steps into the basement. Magdalene looked over her shoulder at him as she sat at the table. He was looking at her with dark worried eyes. "Why are you down here by yourself?"
He walked around the table and picked up his coat, pulling it on to cover his tattooed arms. Magdalene didn't say anything, only watched him. She was gripping the table tightly. He frowned as her grey eyes watched him move around the table.
"You haven't fed," he said coming to her. He pulled out the chair next to her, sitting down. He pulled the switch blade from his boot and went straight for his own wrist. Magdalene caught his wrist before he was able to cut himself. He raised his eyebrows at her. "You need blood."
"I can't take your blood, Sirius," she whispered.
"Don't be stupid," he said.
She looked at him confused. She remembered when they were at Hogwarts three years ago and he practically hated her because she was responsible for binding them together through blood laws. If she hadn't been a vampire, he wouldn't have had to save her life to begin with. Sirius had left Magdalene confused—one day he hated her, the next he was kissing her in the Entrance Hall.
"Sirius," she whispered his name softly with certain tenderness in the tone that only a lover would use. He looked at her with his stunning dark blue eyes, waiting patiently for her to continue. "Why did you kiss me that day I left for Palazzo del Te?"
He didn't answer right away. He put down the switch blade and sat back in his chair, still keeping his eyes on Magdalene. "I felt bad for everything that had happened. I suppose it was my way of apologizing for being a bastard the months before that."
"You always kiss girls when you're apologizing to them?" she asked.
Sirius smiled slightly. "Nope, just you, Maggie."
"Oh, okay," Magdalene said leaning back in her chair. She looked away from Sirius and closed her eyes tightly, gripping the arms of her chair tightly. Her knuckles turned white from squeezing the chair so hard. She was fighting her every desire to seduce Sirius into giving her his blood. She could smell him, he was so close, and his blood smelled delicious. She remembered how it tasted almost three years ago and she craved to taste it again. He was so close…she wanted it so bad…but she knew she couldn't take it. She couldn't ask that of Sirius. She felt she had asked too much of him already.
"Come on, Maggie," Sirius said picking up the switch blade. "You really need blood."
"No," she shook her head. "Not yours. I can't ask that of you. I need…I need to go to—"
She cut off and looked at the staircase, being very aware of someone else at the bottom of the steps. She had heard them with her acute senses and smelled their blood. It was sweet blood, that of a young woman—a witch. A vampire could always tell magical blood from Muggle blood. Magical blood has a sweeter ting to it; it was more alluring and strong then non-magical blood.
"Abigail," said Sirius surprised. He stood up and walked to her smoothly. He kissed her cheek in greeting, causing Magdalene's heart to burn with jealously. Her grey eyes glared at the young woman, Abigail, but she quickly turned away, remembering herself. It was still important that she keep her identity as a vampire secret. And honestly, what did she expected? Sirius to stay single and pine for her all this time? No, he was a man who desperately needed the attention and adoration of a woman. He was always with someone.
"Remus said you were down here," Abigail said quietly. "I didn't realize you were speaking to someone, I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Don't be silly," Sirius said. "It's fine. Um," he paused and glanced back at Magdalene who had turned around in her seat so she couldn't be seen. "Let's go upstairs for a second. Maggie, I'll be right back."
"Alright," Magdalene said softly. She waited for Sirius and Abigail to head up the stairs before she stood up and followed. She crept up the stairs carefully, making sure to stay quiet so not to alert anyone upstairs that she was about to sneak out. When she reached the top of the stairs she saw that Sirius and Abigail were walking through the kitchen to head outside. Magdalene cursed under her breath, she wasn't going to be able to sneak out if Sirius was outside snogging his girlfriend.
Briskly, she walked through the kitchen to the door. She opened it slowly and peaked out, checking for Sirius and his girlfriend to be near by. She didn't see them, so she opened the door wider and exited the house, closing it softly behind her. As she walked away from the house, the front of it came into view. She could hear Abigail and Sirius talking quietly in the spring night. When she looked over her shoulder she saw them by the front gate of the house, holding hands and talking. Sirius bent his head down and kissed her, which made Magdalene cringe with envy. She felt as if a dagger had just stabbed her heart with betrayal. As she watched the couple, Sirius stood up straight suddenly, pulling away from Abigail. He looked over his shoulder as Magdalene ducked behind a near by tree. Of course he would pick up that emotion with their connection. Magdalene held her breath for a few moments, then with the blink of an eye she teleported off of Remus' property.
She found herself standing in front of a large iron gate when she appeared. She leaned against the gate and looked up the long gravel path to her past home. Palazzo del Te stood tall in the distant night. Magdalene frowned slightly and pushed against the gate, not surprised to find it locked. She easily began to climb over the black iron gate; being careful at the top to jump down so not to catch her clothes on the sharp bars of the gate. She landed on the ground like a cat, on her combat boot clad feet. She stood up straight and fixed her top which had fallen crooked on her shoulder. The gravel shifted under her feet as she walked up the drive towards the deserted mansion.
When she reached the mansion, she looked around a little uneasy. Part of her was sure that there were loner vampires hiding in the depths of the mansion because it was dark and deserted. The basement was also made up of giant freezer that had refrigerated cabinets of blood lining the walls. It was the perfect place for homeless or on the run vampires to hide. Magdalene fell under both of those categories.
The large oak doors creaked open as Magdalene entered. She stood in the entrance hall, taking in the dark scene of her childhood home. The paint and elegant wall paper had began to peel off the wall, there was dirt and leaves riddling the floor, and broken furniture and glass lying on the floor. As Magdalene walked through the entrance hall into the dinning room, she saw that most of the chairs had been smashed. Obviously other vampires had been in the mansion because when she had left three years ago the only thing broken in the dinning room was the large bay window and a vase. She walked through the destroyed dinning room and into the kitchen, which was just as destroyed, and straight to the back corner. She opened a door and descended a long staircase that led to another silver steal door. She pulled the leaver on the door and opened it up to a freezer. Magdalene was surprised to see that it was still frozen over; despite being abandoned the mansion still had electric power. She knew right where she was going as she approached the back wall of refrigerator cabinets. She opened one labeled AB positive and pulled out two bags of blood.
The scent alone was enough to drive her mad. She didn't realize how hungry she was until she smelled the delicious scent of mortal blood. She brought the bag to her mouth, as her fangs slid forward and sunk her teeth into it. The blood rushed from the bag into her mouth, ice cold and refreshing. Magdalene immediately felt strength overflowing her system. She hadn't realized how weak she was. As she drank the blood, memories of a boy running down front porch steps into a grassy field filled her mind. She felt the warmth of a mother's love overwhelmed her. She pulled away from the bag, overwhelmed by the loving emotions that were so unfamiliar to her. Blood dripped down her chin, and she wiped it up smoothly then licked her fingers.
She dropped the near empty blood bag on the floor and walked out of the freezer carrying the extra blood bag with her. She'd have to drink it before the day was out because it needed to be kept cold. She left the kitchen and when she entered the dinning room she immediately teleported. There was no point in walking through the destructed house.
"Did you really think I wouldn't come after you?"
Magdalene screamed and threw the blood bag up in the air in shock. When it hit the ground it exploded, covering the floor in rich blood.
"Sirius!" Magdalene yelled at the man sitting on her bed. "What the bloody hell are you doing in my house?"
"I saw you leaving," he said. "I didn't appreciate you sneaking out without saying good bye, again."
Magdalene frowned and snapped her fingers as she glared at Sirius. The bloody mess on the floor disappeared once she snapped her fingers.
"I can see that you've fed," he said softly.
"Why didn't you come to me," Magdalene said harshly. "You found me seven months ago and you didn't come to me."
"I knew you didn't want to be found," Sirius said wisely. He stood up from the bed and came to Magdalene slowly. "Why'd you sneak out?"
"I had to feed."
"I told you I'd be right back."
"I wasn't going to take your blood," she said sharply as she walked to her messy closet. She pulled off her sweatshirt and threw it on the floor of the small closet.
"You've had it before."
Magdalene turned to Sirius and gave him an ugly glare as she stood in her blue jeans and black bra. Her pale torso was exposed, revealing the scars of her Father's abuse. "I know that," she said. "Do you know how addicting blood is, Sirius?" She walked to him slowly. "I dream of your blood because now that I'm a full vampire I crave it everyday. I smell it." She stood right in front of him and touched his neck softly. "I want it."
Sirius couldn't help himself and gently touched her bare hips, tracing the flesh just above the waistline of her blue jeans. Magdalene couldn't help herself either because of her hunger—that small blood bag at Palazzo del Te didn't help her very much and since she had exploded the other bag on the bedroom floor, she didn't have many options. The hunger for blood in a vampire also brought on a sexual hunger. Her lips were so close to Sirius' neck and she could smell the blood running through his veins.
"Sirius," she whispered his name very softly. He bent his head to her ear and kissed her gently.
"Yes," he whispered in reply. Magdalene pressed her lips and tongue against his neck, feeling his pulse under her tongue. He brushed her hair gently and waited for her to bite into his neck, but she didn't. Her hands found their way to his chest and rested there as Sirius began to kiss and nibble on her neck.
"I've dreamt of having your blood," she whispered very gently. "But I can't take it. I've taken so much from you."
She pulled away slowly and stood in front of him. Sirius' kept his hands on her though.
"Maggie," he said softly. "You need it; I can see it in your eyes."
Magdalene frowned as he stroked her cheek.
"Don't be stubborn," he whispered coming closer to her. Magdalene took a step away from him and ran into the bed, which knocked the back of her knees and made her fall back on the bed. Sirius stood in front of her and touched her cheek, then slowly tucked her hair behind her ear. "You need it to survive."
He pulled off his jacket and tee shirt, throwing them on the floor. His torso was exposed to Magdalene, who couldn't take her eyes off of it. He was muscular with a rippling six pack and tight defined chest. The sleeve tattoo of his left arm spread onto his shoulder and stopped over his peck. Magdalene couldn't look away from his stunning body. She bit her bottom lip as fantasies of his body on hers danced in her head. Sirius smiled at her, seeming to know what she was thinking, which made Magdalene blush slightly.
He sat down on the bed next to her and pulled his long hair over his shoulder. Magdalene hesitated before she leaned into Sirius' exposed neck. She straddled him as he sat on the bed and held his neck in her hands. She kissed him gently, letting him relax under her. She could feel his emotions as he fought internally about touching her soft exposed skin. Magdalene took his hands and held them in hers, making up his mind for him. He moaned slightly as she continued to kiss him, which was perfect. She knew he was relaxed now—her fangs slid forward and softly sunk into his neck, puncturing his flesh. He took a soft gasp and Magdalene squeezed his hands, as if promising him that it would be okay.
His blood flooded her mouth; slipping down her throat and making her feel alive. She drank the thick warm liquid slowly and was careful not to take too much. When she pulled away Sirius was in a light sleep. She laid him back in the bed and licked the blood off his neck. When she sat up on him, straddling him still, he had already woken. She smiled at him.
"Thank you," she whispered. Her eyes turned back to shining green and fangs slid back into place in her mouth. She climbed off of him and laid down next to him in the bed. He rolled onto his side and looked at her, smiling.
"My pleasure."
Magdalene stared at her pealing ceiling, trying not to look at the handsome man that lay half naked in her bed.
"Don't you feel like this is wrong?" she asked playing with the necklace around her neck.
"Why?" he asked. She could feel his desire to touch her and it consumed her. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, taking a slow breath. The desire also burned in her. She had been alone for three years, morning Demetrius but dreaming of Sirius.
"Abigail," was all she replied.
Sirius frowned and rolled onto his back, looking at the ceiling like Magdalene had.
"We're not doing anything," he said. "I just let you have some of my blood."
"You don't think it was intimate?" Magdalene asked turning her head to look at Sirius. He turned his head to look at her with a dark serious look in his eyes.
"You're not that intimate with all of the people you feed off of?" It was a naïve question, which she and Sirius both knew the answer too.
Magdalene frowned. "You're the first person I've feed off of. I usually break into blood banks or hospitals. I haven't been able to take the blood of an innocent person…I just can't bring myself to do it."
Sirius smiled. "So, you're not a full vampire after all."
Magdalene turned away from him, growing annoyed. Sirius laughed lightly and rolled his body to spoon with Magdalene. He wrapped his arm around her and took her hand, squeezing it easily. He buried his head in her curly long hair and sighed slightly, loving the scent of her shampoo.
"We share a certain connection, Maggie," he whispered. "I can't help but want you…"
"We share a psychic and empathic connection," Magdalene responded. "How do you know that what you're feeling is what you're feeling? How do you know it's not what I'm feeling?"
"Does it matter who's feelings they are if we're both feeling them?"
"Yes," Magdalene said pulling away and rolling over. "It does matter because you have a girlfriend."
"Abigail and I may be sleeping together but that doesn't mean she's my girlfriend."
Magdalene rolled her eyes. "You haven't changed at all, have you?" She got up out of the bed and took her pants off; throwing them viciously into the closet that was overflowing with thrown clothes. Sirius sat up on the bed with a sigh and watched her as she pulled on a pair of shorts and took off her bra, facing away from him. He bit his bottom lip as his breath caught. Magdalene pulled a long sleeve tee shirt on and turned, glaring harshly with her green eyes.
"Get out!" she hissed pointing at the door. Sirius didn't move at first, so she repeated herself, this time yelling. "Get out!"
Sirius sighed and stood up, pulled on his tee shirt and then picked up his jacket. He began to walk for the bedroom door, and stumbled slightly, catching himself in the door frame of the room. Magdalene frowned, feeling guilty. He was weak from her taking his blood. How could she turn him away when he had given her his blood?
"Don't let this stop you from coming back," he said with a sigh as he pulled on his jacket. "Don't disappoint everyone else because of me."
Magdalene frowned and nodded. "Fine, now will you please leave?"
Sirius stood up straight and gave Magdalene a nasty look.
"See you," he said and Apparated on the spot. Magdalene rolled her eyes.
Probably not, she thought.