A/N: Hey there! So I thought maybe I should add what exactly is going on. So first off, this is going to be a vampire story, but I promise you there wont be no glitter I swear! I'm going to be using a handful of vampire references, because there are so many ways one would think of a a vampire. Another thing regarding the setting of the story. This is set into the 7th year at Hogwarts, that were wasn't a second wizarding war. There was a first war, but I will get to that later in the story.
So yeah, I hope you aren't left with more questions that answers! But if you have anything you wanna say, feel free to review or message or whatever! =D ENJOY!

Darkness engulfed Hermione which rewarded her with comfort and peace. The pain completely disappeared along with the terrible headache, breathing problems, and ringing in her head. The pressure lifted from her body as she felt as though she was floating. Was she dead? She had no idea what was going on, but knew that this was much better than in the situation she was just in with, Bellatrix.

That name brought her such feelings and memories, which brought back the pressure and headache. Her mind tried to protect her from all the pain that happened with Bellatrix. This encounter wasn't the first with Bellatrix. But both times were so similar, it made Hermione's head ache with the more she thought, why?

But instead her mind started to show images on how she first met the strange being that wasn't from her world, or any world for that matter. Bellatrix was such a beautiful pale being with long black curly hair. She was so beautiful and breath taking, Hermione could hardly control herself to letting her mind wonder how she also had a very beautiful body.

She had a very slim body as she wore a black corset with a layered skirt and fishnet stockings. If any other circumstances she met this woman, she would be more than happy to walk up to her and start a conversation. But instead, she was lying on top of two unconscious men with their penis' hanging out of their fly of their pants.

Before when Hermione was expecting the pain in the bathroom with the two perverts, there was a sudden bang as the door collapsed against the man holding her down, then falling as she was being crushed with the man on top of her along with the door on top of him. There was more grunting and crushing from the other guy as she saw him fall before her as the guy on top of her started getting up facing who stranger who ended their fun.

As Hermione was left lying on the ground, she tried her hardest to get up, but suddenly she felt her leg being crushed by a huge foot stomping on her leg crushing it, shattering the bone. Hermione felt endless amount of pain as she screamed to the heavens.

She was suddenly picked up by her hair then dragged into a choke hold his arm wrapped around her neck restricting her breathing. She started to feel another wave of panic, fear, and pain. She was then faced with the beautiful woman that was named Bellatrix. Bellatrix had smiled at the poor girl as the man spat. "Who the fuck are you!?"

Bellatrix just smiled. "My name is Bellatrix Lestrange, and I am going to be your murderer." Of course the man refused holding on tighter to her neck. But before Hermione could eve finish blinking, she saw blood splatter against her face as she lost her balance falling. But what was the worst part, she fell hitting her head against the edge of the toilet feeling as if her mind exploded, then suddenly losing conscious.

Hermione then didn't wake up after that until she was in the hospital wing and Hogwarts. Now it all came together. Bellatrix had saved Hermione defeating her attackers, and seemed to have managed to somehow bring her back to Hogwarts. Her robes must have identified that she was a witch and Bellatrix knew about Hogwarts.

But then it hit her, Lestrange was her last name, and the man who attacked her just before she blacked out, Rodolphus Lestrange. Related either by blood or marriage, so that also must mean they are the same. Vampires.

Hermione couldn't understand though, why they took her clothes and wand. And if Rodolphus said it was the goal of vampires to kill witches, why did Bellatrix save Hermione, twice. And kill her own relative, no matter how they are related to each other, it confused her and saddened her. People could be easily so cruel that they have no remorse for what they have done.

Bellatrix was a vampire, but she was so beautiful, but she is something that she must not play around with. Suddenly Hermione started to feel her body being moved. she must not be dead, but asleep and she was finally waking up. Hermione tried to open her eyes, but was rewarded with terrible nausea as the world spun. Her head hurt so much she couldn't stifle a moan. The moving immediately stopped.

Hermione tried to open her eyes again, this time she only saw and outline of a face. It was too blurry to make out the face, but the touch against her cheek said it all. It was so cold, so soft, so enticing. It could be none other than Bellatrix. She remembered feel the exact same touch the first time she encountered Bellatrix. She was on the verge of conscious, when she heard the same angel like voice echo in her head.

"Rest." Hermione blinked furiously trying to get rid of the blur and see the real Bellatrix.

"Please." Hermione reached up grabbing the hand stroking her cheek. "Don't leave me like last time." She whispered as her eyes fully adjusted to what was before her. Pale skin, strong hard outline of her jaw, not a single wrinkle, hypnotic like black eyes that stare into your soul. And what put it all together was her beautiful, long, black curls that had no order and that wouldn't listen to Bellatrix no matter what she could do to her mane.

"Shhh, I'm not going anywhere" Bellatrix's soothing voice calmed her body wanting to hold on to this woman forever. She felt this odd sort of connection to this woman who could kill her in a second and not even know it. But the worst part, she would be ok with it. Knowing that she died by her hand, she would happily accept anything Bellatrix would give her. She not only was in debt for the two life saves, but also she felt that Bellatrix now owned her.

Hermione's eyes and body started to process the position she was in. she was lying on a bed with Bellatrix lying next to her. Hermione reach out with her other hand gently touching the woman's face, it was so cold and so strong. It was as if touching stone. The older woman leaned into the touch closing her eyes. She had felt something for the young witch, something she didn't even feel for her late husband whom she just killed hours before.

The problem was, she didn't have a single regret doing what she did to Rodolphus Lestrange. She actually if possible, felt relief. She was free of her terrible pathetic excuse of a husband, she was rid of him and thanked the girl for letting her actually go through with the deed. Eventhough she saved the girl's life twice, she felt like the girl had saved her. She no longer had to spend eternity with such hatred, pain, and suffering that man had and would cause for the rest of the world's existence.

"Thank you." The young girl whispered snapping her out of her trance.

Bellatrix was surprised by such words. Why would the young girl even say such a thing? "What for my dear?" Bellatrix smiled unsure how to take comment that she felt as though she didn't deserve. It was her fault after all that the girl was in such situations both times.

"For saving my life. Twice. I am forever in your debt. Thank you Bellatrix." She whispered moving her aching body. She winced with each movement, but as she made it to her destination, it was fully worth it. She moved her body so she was completely against the cold body placing her head against the older woman's chest. Bellatrix didn't know what to do or think. This young innocent girl is thankful for the one who set her up in the first place at the nightclub. Plus, Bellatrix is a feared monster that parents threaten their kids in order for them to eat their vegetables. Yet here this girl is cuddling up to the most strong and powerful monster that could kill the young girl before she even finished the blink of an eye.

This girl must not understand what Bellatrix is truly capable of. She must know that Bellatrix couldn't even kill the girl, not even if she tried. Otherwise the girl would be long dead by now. It took some time for Bellatrix to process what was happening, but in the end, she just grabbed a blanket draping it over herself and the young girl as she wrapped her arms around the poor fragile girl.

Bella somewhat enjoyed the hot breaths the girl was breathing against her bare chest. She wondered if the girl was comfortable against the hard thick corset that wrapped around Bella's torso. Bella didn't mind, she loved the constriction that wrapped around her body, but she worried that it may be too stiff and would possibly be hurting the young witch. But obviously Hermione loved the contact to much she didn't care that it was uncomfortable or somewhat painful, she wasn't going to admit it to the older woman.

Bellatrix did something she has never done before. She let go of Hermione and started undoing the laces on her back. Not even 30 seconds later the corset was loosened as she was now naked on her upper body revealing things she has never revealed to Rod. Hermione couldn't see the naked torso that was under the covers, also because it was too dark to barely even see Bella.

But then the girl decided to do something Bella didn't think possible. The girl started taking off her shirt. She couldn't quite exactly do it herself for her body was aching to much that she couldn't move her body the way she wanted. Instead, Bella couldn't believe herself to be helping the girl out of her shirt. Not that long were both girls torso completely clothe free, as Hermione moved her hands up exploring the body that was now holding her close.

Strong arms wrapped around Hermione as she felt shivers run through her body. She didn't mind the cool against her body, she welcomed it as she explored the beautiful body before her. "I don't want this moment to ever end." Whispered the girl as her forehead pressed against her chest. The girl was sweating, so she didn't feel as bad for being so cool against her. But what had her starstruck was that the girl didn't want to leave the embrace that the monster was giving her. And Bella quite frankly didn't want to let go the race she has spent most of her life trying to destroy. She was lying and cuddling with the enemy she was swore to eliminate.

"It must end. But it doesn't mean that this wouldn't happen again." She grabbed the girl's hands lifting them up to her mouth kissing them gently. Hermione looked up flushing red.

"How do I see you again Bellatrix?" Hermione asked looking into the black abyss that looked into her soul.

"Please, call me Bella." She whispered then grabbing the girl's cheeks lifting up her head gently kissing her forehead.

"call me Hermione." She whispered as she blushed even more red, if that was even possible.

"We can easily meet here at the shrieking shack." Apparently they hadn't left the shack after Hermione blacked out. "But until we meet again," Bella trailed off turning over reaching something behind her. But as she moved, the sheets fell down as the moonlight shone over the elder woman's beautiful pale body. She saw her beautiful breasts along with such a body that looked as if was made of marble.

It was hard to look at the new object Bella had offered her. She was too distracted to concentrate, but Bella's hand was what brought her back. She grabbed her right hand pulling it out and placing a black book in it. "This book has a twin. Therefore, that means if you or I write in one book, it will appear in the other as if writing notes to each other. It is charmed all you have to do is run your fingers along the spine of the books and whisper 'truth lies within true nature', and everything will appear."

"Why do you have magic books?" she eyes the obvious vampire who's friend just explained earlier how it is their race's goal to extinct Hermione's.

"It was a gift. It always lied in this house." Before Hermione could ask more Bella kept talking. "Don't think because my late husband wants your race dead, doesn't mean I want the same thing.

Hermione was baffled and couldn't think clearly. "Husband?" she looked into the black pits before her as she tried to understand what she was told.

Bella just nodded confirming what she was just presented with. "The man who tried to kill you earlier was my husband, and I am truly sorry for what he had put you through." Bella also appeared to have something else in hand, the girl's wand. "This day forward, I will forever protect you from harm's way. In response to letting me be able to live my life without the rule of my husband." She kissed the younger witch again on her forehead but getting up grabbing her coset, and the robe that she found Hermione wearing the first time they had met. "You must be off before someone notices you are gone."

Hermione was about to object as she moved worried that her injuries were too bad from crashing into the piano. But once she started to get up and dressed, she realized her bruises and cuts were minimal and only had minor aches. Her leg was still broken as Bella handed her the crutches. Hermione looked to the older woman for answer but Bella put her hand up stopping her.

"We will have this discussion another day." She whispered standing before the young witch grabbing her jaw lightly pulling her face up to hers. Their lips had met unexpectedly and only for a brief second. But that was what all Hermione needed to be hooked on the vampire. "Until next time." She heard the voice echo in her head as she saw a blinding green light as Hermione was alone yet again.

What had she just done?

second A/N: let me know if you guys want me to make the chapters longer or shorter! Ok now I leave you alone! =D