Authors Note: Alrighty

Authors Note: Alrighty. So, I started this story a while ago and stopped because I just didn't have time. Then that summer comes along and I'm going to bed at very odd hours. So I decide to stay up all night but I need something to do. And now behold! A forth chapter to a rather old story. I hope you like this chapter. It's kind of different from the original story line but oh well. Read and hopefully enjoy!

Before Hermione could even so much as run three steps, the vampire grabbed her from behind, clutching the mass of tangled curls at the back of her head. He pulled her back and she fell to the ground. A cry of shock and pain escaped her mouth as her hair was pulled, small chunks being ripped from their roots. Her hands shoot behind her head in vein, trying to pry the firm hold the vampire had on her hair but he was too strong. Suddenly she was off the ground and was slammed against the ally wall while another wave of pain hit from being lifted by her hair once more and was grabbed by the throat. She cried out again but the vampire didn't notice. His fury was overpowering anything that could be considered sanity. In and instant, any hope Hermione had of escape was gone and was replaced with a bone chilling fear and an over whelming sense of helpless. She wasn't going to make it.

"You little bitch", hissed the vampire, his voice filled with poison and loathing. His piercing blue eyes were as bright and alive as flames, emanating a fury that Hermione never thought possible.

The vampire gripped her throat tighter, cutting of her air. She couldn't breath. Her eyes watered and her vision blurred. All she could hear was the sound of her own heart pumping blood that would soon be deprived of oxygen. She clawed at his hand with all her strength, trying to rip at his flesh but to no avail. His skin was as tough as leather. There was no escape.

"Do you know how easy it would be to kill you right now? It end your fragile, insignificant waste of a life, you disgusting little mudblood?"

Hermione whimpered in fear. Her heart continued to race, fueled by fear and adrenalin and the fight to keep its self beating at all costs.

"All it would take would be one flick of my finger or pushing a little harder on your weak little throat." He stared in her eyes then, measuring up her fear. He could feel her pulse start to slow as her human body was deprived of more and more oxygen. He enjoyed her this way; this small withering creature in his hand. It would be so easy to take her now, to have her for his own. But then he remembered why he was there and knew it would have to wait. He had eternity after all.

He smirked at her, pressing down on her neck just a little bit harder. She tried to gasp but couldn't. A small word of pleading passed through her lips, so softly it was hardly audible.

"Please…"

With a rush of relief, Hermione was dropped to the ground. She fell on her trembling hands and knees coughing and sputtering and gasping for breath. The cool night air filled her deprived lungs with a flash of pain but Hermione ignored it. She was just happy to be able to breathe again.

From above her Hermione heard a loud sigh. She looked up to see the vampire staring bordly out at the opening of the ally. Hermione instinctively looked too, but she didn't see the London street. She saw her wand, alone, lying in the middle of the space. It was so close and yet so far away. If only there was some way to…

Then she heard a hiss and looked behind Rigel to see Crookshanks, his hair sticking up on every end, ready to pounce. The cat looked at Hermione then and another plan sprang into her head. The cat seemed to understand, letting himself relax slightly. It wasn't time yet.

"How about we just skip the formalities, shall we?" The vampire kneeled down in front of the panting and scared Gryffindor as if his nearly crushing her throat didn't just happen. Like it was normal to find bushy haired girls gasping for breathe in ally ways all the time. His sudden mood swing fazed her. He was no longer a raging monster. He was suddenly acting civilized, almost cheerful.

"Formalities? You consider what just happened anything close to a formality?" Hermione asked, truly stunned. The vampire chuckled in response.

"Come now, my dear Hermione. You're lucky you've lasted even this long. If you were any normal witch you'd be dead before you even realized I was behind you," He leaned in close to her face, "lurking in the shadows." He wriggled his eyebrows at her, clearly amused while she felt another shiver of fear crawl her spine.

"So", said the vampire standing up straight again. He grabbed Hermione under the arm and lifted her up, not letting go, "It is time for us to depart and take you to see the evil old Lordy himself. So please be a good little witch. We wouldn't want you showing up all battered and bruised now would we?" He chuckled again, like he was laughing at his own little joke.

"He has big plans for you", He said, becoming serious again. He leaned in closer again, putting his cold lips right against her ear, "And so do I."

This was her only chance. She had to act now or it would be too late.

"Crookshanks", she cried! Suddenly a bluer of orange fur whizzed through the air and landed on Rigel's face. With a cry of fury and surprise, the vampire stumbled back and this time fell into the cluster of garbage cans at the back of the ally. Garbage layered the ally and the vampire. Without a second thought Hermione jumped to the front of the ally and grabbed her wand.

"Incendio!", Hermione shouted, lighting all the garbage around the vampire a flame. The space lit up with fire light. Crookshanks leapt from the blaze just in time, landing on Hermione's shoulder. She closed her eyes and pictured home. The last thing she heard before appearing in her bedroom was the furious cry of a very angry vampire.