Chapter 7.
Isabelle sauntered towards me in deep blue dress robes, their low neckline drawing my eyes down her body. She pressed herself close to me and kissed me softly before pulling me into the grounds and towards the lake,"shall we dance?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her. The moonlight reflected off the lake accentuating her beautiful features. Her eyelashes framed her beautiful and serene eyes as she gazed at me…
"OI" Blaise's eyes snapped open, the harsh morning light on the silver bed hangings a harsh reality after his blissful dreams… "You were mumbling in your sleep. And if you don't get up soon, you're going to miss first lesson let alone breakfast." He turned his head to the right reluctantly to view a scantily garbed Malfoy, fresh from the shower. He glanced up and raised an eyebrow "I've already been down to breakfast"
Blaise dressed and sleepily hurried up
the stairs to the Great Hall, sitting at the end of the table and
shoving a croissant into his mouth.
"Hey! Blaise!" the voice
echoed in his ears, light and full of laughter. Isabelle sat down
next to him and pecked his cheek. He felt himself flush red and
looked won again until he has finished his mouthful. He prepared
himself to look back into those entrancing eyes again.
"You're down late!" she smiled, her lips parting slightly. He wanted nothing more than to part those lips further with his…
"Yeah. Yeah I know, no one woke me up. Malfoy just…" he studied her carefully. The pools of green that were her eyes rippled at his friend's name. Or was he imagining it? He'd never seen her eyes show an unplanned emotion before. "…woke me up, 5 minutes ago" he continued.
"Well, that was mean of him!" she exclaimed, her eyes serene and blank again. "I'm sorry I missed the quidditch on Saturday. I didn't get up until twelve"
"Oh its fine, don't worry. Hufflepuff lost by 60 points, which means a good head start for us" He smiled.
"Well done" she said, a cheeky grin forming on her lips. "Well, are you coming to potions, we can walk together. I don't know where Charlie has got to"
They walked slowly, Blaise repeating and putting to memory every word she said in case it was important. He doted on her, opening doors for her and lifting her over the vanishing step in the passageway. She giggled at his jokes and kept touching his arm. Blaise stopped suddenly and looked at her as she turned slowly towards him.
"What on earth are you doing Blaise?" she laughed "come on, we're going to be late" she grabbed his arm and tried to drag him down the remaining stretch of corridor. He pulled her around to face him and gazed into her eyes. They entranced him. The green was so complete; there was no other colour there. The black of her pupils was perfectly defined, and as he looked at her, they dilated. When in a state of attraction Blaise remembered from a muggle book he once read pupils will dilate and breathing will shallow. His mind raced. He leant in slowly, brushing his lips against hers. Her lips were warm and soft. She had a small cut on her bottom lip that tasted metallic, a stark contrast to her spearmint breath. He pulled back, looked into her eyes quickly, only to see confusion. Then he walked quickly away to the bottom of the corridor, through the door and into the potions classroom. She entered a full ten minutes later.
The heat-bringer-fire-sun was high in the sun when I rose from the roots of the creaking-bow-white-bark-tree I had slept under. I stretched and felt the blood-clot-fragile-scabs on my back break anew, causing trickles of blood to run slowly over my bare torso. I had been excused from the temptation-flesh-filled-magic-school to hunt in the forest after the warm-salt-blood Snape had given me was not satisfying. Thick-blood-wise-mind-Dumbledore had been understanding. He always was. He told me about a man called Remus Lupin. "He was a werewolf by the time he came to Hogwarts" he'd said "and he passed his exams with flying colours. I'm sure you will do the same". I'd spent the previous night in the forest, carefully watched by giant-blood-open-mind-Hagrid, who appeared to have had a supreme mistrust for me. However, he'd merely watched from a distance to make sure I didn't attack a confused-blood-centaur or a silver-pure-blood-unicorn.
I trotted to the nearby stream and drank a little before throwing some water on my back. A small black-eyed-panicked-mind-rabbit froze on the opposite side of the stream, eyeing me with more caution it would a narrow-mind-human. I merely cocked my head to the side and observed it before turning to walk to giant-blood-Hagrids. I was to say I stayed in his hut as part of a detention.
The night in the dense-magic-life-filled-forest had been satisfying. It was unfortunate that I had scratched deep cuts into my back while removing his shirt in the heat of an attack. I was not yet used to my sharp-strength-nails that were designed purely for gripping prey. My canine teeth had not formed sharp points due to the lack of feeding a day-walker needed. Therefore my only means of killing my victims painlessly were my nails, which could be drawn across their necks in one swift motion, releasing the tide of warm-salt-blood that I so craved.
"Accio shirt" I said softly and a freshly laundered shirt from my dorm landed in my arms. I pulled it over my head roughly, the white cotton strange against my skin. It irritated me. My heightened senses could feel every fibre as I moved. It will subside, I thought, once the blood has passed through my system.
I sauntered past the lake, seeing other 6th years enjoying their free periods in the crisp-sun-spring-day. The wind blew through the new-leaf-hard-trees softly, the noise crashing over my ears like a violent wave attacking a cliff face. I flinched and walked away into the middle of the grounds where there were no brown-hard-trees to confound my extraordinary senses.
"Charlie" said hot-head-Sarah. I did not turn around, and nor did I flinch. I had felt her curious-straight-path-thoughts as she had walked up behind me.
"Sarah" I replied. I searched for specific thoughts within her mind, and found a permeable mental barrier. I pushed against it gently and it gave way to a torrent of thoughts. Vampire, Sanguini, humans doubled over deer, moonlight, pale face and dark eyes, pointed teeth.
Hello Charlie she thought. I had never spoken to another being with my mind before, beside Sanguini. His consciousness had been so similar to mine it was easy to blend our thoughts and communicate. However, to avoid overwhelming hot-head-bright-Sarah with my instinct to kill, my frustration with my senses, I would need to be far more careful. I would have preferred you to ask permission before entering my mind you know she continued, smiling thoughtfully as she gazed into his eyes.
Yes I replied but it was necessary for me to reach into your mind before I could blockade my own to the right level. I do not know how much you know, nor how much you can handle.
I know enough, she replied, her expression now apprehensive as I revealed more of my consciousness. You feel completely alien… what happened to you? She asked.
