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"Do you think you can make me forget everything?" she challenged me, amused.

"I'm sure I can divert your attention for some time to much more enjoyable things." I smiled as my hands roamed her back, something I knew she loved.

"Draco..." she sighed beneath me. "Can I ask you something?" she asked hoarsely.

"Whatever you want..." I said while kissing her shoulders.

"Do you remember the other day... in the shower...?" she asked quietly, still a little shy even when we were alone.

"Yes..." I said as I kissed her rosy cheeks.

"Could we..." she ran a finger down my neck, "repeat it?"

I grinned. "Of course... Does it have to be in the shower, or you feel like a change of scenery?" I asked as I began to think of hundreds of unexplored places...

"I don't know. We can stay here, right?" Her gaze turned determined and sensual as she sat up, knocking me onto the bed. "We would only need to remember a little of what brought us to that point, don't you think?" She raised an eyebrow as she descended past my abdomen with her touch.

"I completely agree..." I smiled.

Her hands and kisses headed to a particular point of my anatomy as her lips suddenly surrounded me completely and descended slowly. Her teeth brushed me in an exquisite way... until I could not hold back any longer... I grabbed her hair and sat up to lift her in my arms. I needed to take her immediately without even waiting a second-I could not endure the torture... but she resisted and tried to escape and that caused my hunter instincts to awaken. I got out of the bed and within less than a second I had her against the wall, completely at my mercy as my avaricious hands roamed her body and my body imprisoned hers against the stone as I thrust inside her.

Her screams filled the room again, and once again I was glad that no one could hear her because I was not going to stop or even gag her with my lips. I wanted to hear every moan and gasp, I wanted to hear my name when I thrust hard inside her...

She kissed me hungrily and she even bit my lip... It was then that I had to remove myself from her. I could not go on... I felt the desire to drink her blood so hard then that I knew that if I bit her I was not going to be able to stop.

She looked blearily at me from the ground...

I walked away from her and for a second I closed my eyes and listened to her breathing. Her heart pumped madly, inviting me... calling me. I opened my eyes and looked immediately at her... She was sweaty, breathless, and confused-totally oblivious to what was happening to me.

I let out a roar of frustration, discharging part of my anger by punching the rock wall that broke into a thousand pieces. It was that, that brought her out of her trance. That was the first time I saw fear in her eyes when she looked at me.

"Are you okay?" she asked timidly.

"No."

"What happened?"

"That you're alive, narrowly, Hermione... Narrowly." I sighed, getting up from the floor. "I have to get out of here... I have to calm down before I can be near you without putting you in danger."

"Draco…" She got up, scared... Surely she was beginning to realize what had been about to happen to her. "If you can't wait until tomorrow..." she looked at me, "drink my blood... Please."

"What?" I looked at her, stunned. Her fear was not even for her own life. "Are you crazy?"

"No, Draco... I told you that I would give you my permission to do so if you ever needed blood..."

"Hermione, don't you understand? I will not feed from anyone in this state, much less from you!"

I went into the closet and the shadows quickly surrounded me. Once in the Abyss I knew that I was not going to be able to hurt anyone or drink the blood of anyone... The demons looked at me…they knew I was not well. There was one that walked to me. He was going to find out in a very unpleasant way that I was not weak.

His claws ripped my skin, but I did not mind it. The pain was welcome because it allowed my mind to relax and momentarily forget about what had happened in Hermione's room. My fist hit his mouth with rage and I heard the bone break and my knee quickly impacted against his body, and I felt how all of his organs twisted inside him. More demons rushed against me, their claws lacerated my skin and their fangs sank into my flesh... until I could free myself, without effort, of each and every one of them; leaving them sore and complaining.

Many more watched me, waiting to see any real sign of weakness. They did not care about their mates-they knew they were okay. I looked at them, daring them to attack me again, but they retreated, leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere...

The chill of the shadows calmed me down enough to go back to Hermione, and having downloaded many of my frustrations in the demons also helped me a lot. But I was not ready to see her face full of pain when I showed up beside her.

"You're hurt!" she exclaimed, horrified, and got up to approach me.

"Stay away from him," Isabel stopped her.

Hermione must have called her in my absence. "If he left, it was precisely to not harm you. You will not help him if you approach him now... and I don't want to hurt him more than he already is," she told me derisively. "What happened, English? Did the demons kick your perfect ass?"

"No, I'm the one that kicked their deformed asses, thanks."

"A cold shower would have been a better choice, and in that way she would not have been so frightened," she scolded me. "Or you could go hunting earlier than planned-nobody would have complained… Are you calm enough?" she asked me.

"Yes, but I will take a shower anyway..." I looked at Hermione, who was curled up on the couch. "Hush, sweetheart... I assure you that I'm alright. All this will go away with the water," I smiled as I headed into the bathroom.

"Is he really okay, Isabel?" I heard her say behind me. "Don't you think we should do something to heal his wounds?"

"He's alright, honey, don't worry about him. He just needed to unload some of his bad temper and he did that with the only ones who can stand him."

"But... I still don't understand what happened... At first he was perfectly fine... and then suddenly his eyes were red. He looked at me in a strange way... He did not seem himself."

"And what you saw was not him," Isabel answered. "It was the beast that we all have inside us, Hermione. The bloodlust."

"I don't think it's as serious as to call it "the beast"," she protested, confused and annoyed.

"Believe me when I tell you that we all call it that. It is a beast that we have within us and that compels us to kill everything and drink all of the blood that is near us... I assure you that if Draco didn't have so much self-control, right now we would be discussing the best way to get rid of your body..." She paused. "…We would also be planning the flight," she said in a whisper that I heard perfectly through the water.

"So... he really would have…k-killed me?" Hermione said, her voice a shocked whisper.

"Yes. At the time he would not have been aware of it, I can assure you that... but later he would have regretted it with all of his soul."

Isabel sighed, she did not like having to tell more than necessary to Hermione. "When the vampires are young they don't have as much self-control as Draco. It was very difficult to teach him to control the beast, even though he doesn't need to feed continuously as would happen to another neophyte. Being so close to Cain and having Lucian as his creator, it is much easier for him to control himself... but still sometimes the temptation can be too much for him."

"I'm sorry, honey…" I said from the doorway. "I assure you that I didn't mean to scare you..." I looked at Isabel, "Thank you, Isa... I think you can leave now."

"I'll not be calm until you've fed, Draco." She analyzed me with her eyes. "I'll stay on the other side of the doorway. Undo all the spells that prevent me from hearing her or from getting in here..." She did not move. "... Right now." Her voice was a clear threat.

"Of course." With a gesture I fulfilled her order. "There. Now I pray that you leave us alone."

She walked out the door without another word, though I knew that she would be keeping an eye on everything that happened in the room.

Hermione looked at me, still curled up on the couch. She did not understand what was happening even though Isabel had explained it to her. She was wearing her nightgown again. Her eyes scanned my body in amazement as she found that all my wounds were gone... except for those that she could not see because they were in my mind... The knowledge that I had been about to end her life was tormenting me.

"We'll have to leave it for when you're better fed..." she told me with a smile. "It's funny, considering how much you care about what I eat..."

"It's not that, Hermione..." I sighed, sitting on the bed. "I was perfectly…well, maybe I am a little more sensitive to the smell of blood, but not so bad as to lose control in that way..." I put my elbows on my knees and buried my face in my hands. "I'm so sorry, Hermione. You don't know how bad I feel... A part of me wanted to run away with all my strength, but the other was struggling to jump on you and drink every drop of your blood..."

"The Beast...? Isabel was telling me something about that..." She got up. "Can I get close without it affecting you?"

I raised my head and looked at her. Upon seeing her indecision I also hesitated, but then I nodded. I was much calmer... I could stand her proximity without any problem.

"What happened so suddenly that caused that part of yourself to appear?" she asked, sitting next to me.

"You bit me."

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Draco... I didn't realize... I got carried away and-"

I silenced her by putting a finger on her lips. "It's not your fault that I'm a vampire who wants your blood, so you don't have to apologize for anything." I smiled. "I told you that I was a little more sensitive than usual… I was stupid when, in that state, I agreed to what you asked me... We have to limit ourselves to losing control only when I'm well fed, okay?"

She nodded and I withdrew my finger from her lips, caressing them in the process.

"I was glad to see that Isa was here on my return."

"I was worried when you left and I called her with a Patronus. She arrived in a flash and was very concerned when I told her what had happened." She looked at me and I knew that she was trying not to blush. "I omitted some details, but I think she deduced them herself."

"Don't worry... I have already told you that I was glad when I saw that she was here with you. At least if I had needed someone to stop me, she was here to do it..." I laughed "I was shocked when you offered me your blood... I thought that you had a sense of self-preservation."

"I'm..." she began to apologize but my eyes stopped her. "Okay, I'm a fool without any survival spirit..." she admitted. "But we found that out when I followed you that night and you had to save me from a werewolf."

"Yes, but I did not think you cared so little," I half joked. "I couldn't go on living if I'd killed you, Hermione," I said in a somber tone. "I haven't killed anyone, and I'll not kill you."

"You will not... I trust you, Draco."

That was totally true... She was hopelessly in love with me up to the point of trusting her life completely in my hands. I could imagine the face of panic that Isabel would have right now on the other side of the door.

"Since we're talking about it... would you mind clarifying some things that I didn't understand before?"

"Of course, honey, whatever you want." I looked at her smiling.

"Why do those vampires want you to join them?"

"Because it would be as if Dumbledore had joined Voldemort... As Lucian is my master, I'm a very powerful vampire and I'm supposed to be able to be influenced because I'm young. Some of them want me to support them in their crusade against the others... The fact is that they are two very important factions of our society. The Camarilla want the closest thing to a peaceful existence between humans and vampires... To be precise, they want to exist without the humans disturbing them... The Sabbat is of the view that humans are livestock. They want to control the largest percentage of territory and they are usually responsible for most of the disturbances."

"I would choose the first one without hesitation."

"Yes, the truth is that they seem to be the good ones, but I don't want what they offer me... I'm nobody's battering ram. I want to live with the rules that I dictate, not with the rules that a bunch of old glories dictate."

"Lucian doesn't belong to any of those... factions?" she asked curiously.

"No, he doesn't belong to anyone other than himself. Although at first, though it might seem strange, he was with the Sabbat." I smiled, trying to imagine my sire being a neophyte and I could not. "Well, the truth is that when he was turned neither of these two sects existed as we know them today... His situation was a little easier than mine since there were only disputes between clans or normal territorial disputes between warlords...

My clan belongs mainly to the Sabbat. One could say that the members of my clan were the founders of the Sabbat... We are the most arrogant, so it is normal that we don't accept the restrictions and rules of the Camarilla."

"You don't see me as a cow... right?" she muttered.

I could not keep from laughing. "Sorry, but I'm not into bestiality, honey." I hugged her closer to me. "I'm a vampire and your blood is the most delicious I've tasted so far, but by no means do I see you only as a wrapper. That is why today I had to run away from you. The Beast doesn't understand feelings…"

"I understand that... Just one more question..." She looked at me curiously. "How powerful are you that they want you to join them?" (A/N: I don't know if it makes sense)

"I'm very powerful. Instead of trying to negotiate with them and give them a polite refusal that they can refuse... I could just kill them. But that wouldn't be possible, because once I eliminated the emissaries they would send more and I would have to keep killing them until there isn't any of them left..."

"Would it be that bad?"

For a moment I weighed the consequences. The way to get rid of them was clear, I would send them all to the Abyss. The demons would finally value me because of my gifts and not for being the kid of Lucian... My power in the dark would increase considerably... and I might even try to kill Lucian and that way I would be even closer to Cain than what I already am.

No. I don't want that.

"Yes, baby... it would be really bad." I sighed, "Now you better sleep. Tomorrow we will go hunting and you need to rest."

I watched her as she began to fall asleep against me. The thirst hadn't disappeared and to have her warm body pressed against mine did not help at all, but I didn't want to hurt her so I was focused on not looking at any of her main arteries so that those wouldn't be too strong of a temptation.

When her breathing slowed down I got up carefully, got dressed and I opened the door to let Isabel in.

"You're a masochist…" she told me in a whisper inaudible to anyone but us. Her gaze pierced me with real anger.

"I had to calm her…" I apologized, but I knew she would not understand.

"At the cost of worsening your situation?" she scolded me.

"I would never hurt her," I protested.

"Whatever. Go running to your refuge. I'll stay with her," she said.

"Wake her up at six, please."

She looked at me with arrogance.

"Since I sleep with her she does not put on the alarm clock. It's not a big deal..."

"Go. Don't worry, I'll accompany her during the day if necessary." She dismissed me with a hand gesture.

I went downstairs and left the Gryffindor tower. Luckily no one was there this late-everyone was sleeping soundly in their beds. I have enough control to not attack anyone directly if I meet someone, but if they tried to approach me and tried to keep a conversation with me...

I went down the stairs and walked down the hallway to get to my chamber... I was surprised to find a surprise visitor in my library.

"Good night, kid," Lucian greeted me with seriousness. "I guess you're here to put some clothes on before you go hunting." The statement made it clear that it wasn't an assumption at all. It was an order.

"Yes, sir." I nodded in resignation. He was right... I could not delay it anymore. "I'll be ready in a few seconds."

"Perfect."

We went out through a passage that took us to the side of the castle and we walked through the grounds to the forest. I didn't waste time analyzing the possible dangers since Lucian would ensure that nothing happened to me.

I ran to where the bears were and found one of the bears slightly apart from the group. The animal was asleep and he didn't notice my presence until I had my fangs stuck in his throat. He resisted a bit but he couldn't do anything to get rid of me. His heart was pounding and his blood filled my mouth... I wanted to stop, but my throat urged me to get more of that delicious liquid. I could feel that his blood was being distributed in my body, filling it and healing the wounds I had received, giving me strength and soothing my concern.

I left the bear's dead body on the ground and I watched it uneasily and troubled. I stroked his fur, absorbed in what I had just done. The body could have been Hermione's, an empty shell...

I looked at Lucian. He has taken many lives throughout his life, both human and vampiric. He patted me on the back and looked at me sympathetically then grabbed my arm to get me out of there, but still I wasn't satisfied. The bear didn't give me even half of what I needed. I had to keep hunting.

We returned to my refuge after I killed three wolves, two lions and four deer. I was already completely full of blood and I wasn't going to let the Beast appear again. If I had to hunt more often, then I would.

I said nothing to my sire, I just took off my clothes and plunged into the pond. I had just stolen ten lives to keep my own and to not end up taking Hermione's... They were only animals, but they were still alive before they crossed my path.

"You have to think that before you also ate meat. You may not have eaten something as exotic as a lion or a bear, but surely you ate meat," Lucian told me when I poked my head out of the water.

"It's not the same," I protested under my breath.

"Okay, whatever you say... As I have not any experience in this sort of thing, I can not possibly know what I'm talking about," he told me sarcastically. "I guess that since today isn't so common for young people to go hunting with their parents, you aren't able to see the similarity," he reflected, "but I assure you that it's a much more noble the death you have given them than to kill them by shooting them with arrows or bullets... They haven't suffered and they have gone in peace. They have served the food chain and will continue serving it even now... Their remains will be the food for other animals and you could even tell their location to the giant so that he can use their skins..."

He sighed, "Now, we'd better take care of something more important. It's likely that within a week some emissaries of Mithras will come to try to convince you to join them."

"Good. I'll tell them no."

Mithras was the vampiric lord of Great Britain, the most powerful and ancient of all the vampires that lived on the island, who ruled his empire from London.

"I'm not interested in being part of the vampire society and you know it..." I remembered something suddenly... "Thanks for hiring Isabel to look after Hermione by the way."

"It's nothing. Assamites are very happy with me these days..." he said "I hired their services to watch and look after my nieces, so you can be sure that right now I'm their best customer."

"But," I turned to look at him in awe, "that'll cost you a fortune!"

"Don't worry, cub, it's only money," he laughed. "When you've lived as long as I have you will realize that money isn't important at all... When you can make investments around the world without caring about the time it takes you to make money, money is the easiest thing to get."

He got up and walked away from the edge of the well towards my closet. "Why don't you get dressed and you introduce me to sweet Hermione? I realize that I have this funny feeling that a parent has when he goes to meet his son's girlfriend. Have you told her about me? Do you think that she'll like me or that she'll hate me for turning you into a vampire?"

I knew because of the tone of his voice that he was serious. I guess that when you live so many years these type of things are fascinating.

I got dressed and I concentrated to know how Hermione was. She was still asleep but I saw that Isabel was walking towards her bed to wake her. I prayed for her to be gentle with Hermione. Hermione is human and she isn't used to the frugality of her clan. She first patted her on the shoulder, then she shook her gently and she gave her a smile when she saw that Hermione's eyes were opening... Hermione seemed to be confused while she scanned the room, obviously looking for me.

"He had to leave so he asked me to wake you up so that you can go to class," she said with a sweet tone.

"Is he okay?" she asked worriedly.

"No he is not, but Lucian will make sure he feeds."

Hermione looked at her with sorrow.

"He has been an idiot so that he was able to spend more time with you. He has stopped hunting regularly until he reached a point where he couldn't afford temptations, then to try to calm down he got into a fight in which he spent blood, and after that he spent more blood by healing his wounds so that you didn't have to see the state he was in... When I left him with you, I did it only because I knew he couldn't hurt you even in that state, but he couldn't wait any longer. Sorry."

"All right," Hermione sighed. "How often does he have to feed, Isabel? I thought he was powerful enough to not have to do it continuously..." she said as she made her way to the bathroom to shower.

"Normally, if he makes no effort and if he doesn't spend blood doing stupid things, with a drink once a month it's more than enough for him. But if you two are going to dedicate yourselves to... Well, let's say that it's better if he feeds at least once a week."

"Okay... I'll make sure to remind him of that," she said in a whisper; she knew she would hear her through the noise of the water.

"Are you okay?" Isabel asked in a worried tone.

"Honestly, no. All of this is also very difficult for me. I think I hadn't realized until last night the implications of having a vampire as a boyfriend. It was fun and very pleasurable to let him bite me, but... I guess I didn't realize what could really happen."

"I know. But keep in mind that in those moments he barely takes anything from you. That doesn't keep him fed. He is afraid of causing you a serious health problem and therefore he limits himself to biting you to give you pleasure and nothing more. He is a foolish idiot. Dear, you don't have to feel guilty for what happened because the guilt is all his."

"He always worries about making sure I eat to keep me from developing anemia and I haven't been aware of his needs..."

"Because he is the one who has to do it and not you. We have taught him to care for his needs so that what happened yesterday wouldn't happen, but apparently he hasn't learned everything we taught him."

"He hasn't attacked any student, Isabel. Last night he didn't hurt me... I think that you managed to teach him something after all," Hermione said as she dressed to go down to breakfast.

"Either way, he has behaved like a bloody beginner..."

"You forget that he has only been a vampire for the past two months, I think that sometimes he also forgets that…" Hermione defended me.

"Yes, of course... A few months," Isabel muttered, visibly annoyed. "I'll sit with you at breakfast."

"Are you sure you don't want to get some rest?" Hermione asked her worriedly. "I'll be fine. I'll go to class, be surrounded by wizards and witches that could perfectly end anyone who dared to try something against me, and I promise I'll not go outside unless absolutely necessary... I don't have Herbology today, so I don't have to go to the greenhouses..."

"Don't insist. I will not leave you alone," Isabel said smiling, "at least until Draco or Lucian appears. They are the only ones to which I can really trust your custody."

"That sounds too nanny-like," Hermione protested.

"Give thanks because I'm not going to feed you as if you were a little girl," she joked.

"Can I ask you what did you do with Zabini?" Hermione changed the subject as they descended the stairs.

"Nothing too special... I had fun with him, nothing more. Luckily he was there when you sent me the notice and he told me it was a normal wizard method of sending messages... Wizards do very strange things."

"Well, that's nothing." Hermione smiled. "If you come to class with me, I think you'll see all kinds of things..."

"I really hope that empty-headed oaf you have for boyfriend appears so that I don't have to endure your abrakadabras and hocus-pocuses," Isabel commented and Hermione laughed.

Knowing that she was alright, I got dressed to meet with them in the lobby. More than one student threw inviting glances to Lucian while we headed towards the dining room. It really wasn't anything abnormal. Lucian looks about twenty-five, he is as tall as me, blond, blue eyed, and at the time he was turned he was in shape thanks to his gentleman training. I guess that for my classmates the vision of both of us together seemed like they were in heaven. While Lucian gave them a smile, I was just trying to avoid tripping over them.

As soon as we entered the Great Hall I saw Hermione sitting between Isabel and Ginny. I smiled at her as a silent apology and I walked towards my table while my sire followed me in order to sit with me.

"Cereals! I love them!" Lucian exclaimed to my amazement. "Why don't you try to eat something, Draco?" he asked me with every intention.

"Because my throat was burnt because of the breath of an angry dragon?" I replied to him sarcastically, reminding him of the excuse I had given to the whole school so that they didn't get suspicious. I wasn't yet comfortable pretending to eat. I know that at some point I'll have eat something at least to keep up appearances but I'm not able to stand it right now, though I know that for him there is nothing funnier than eating.

"Eat whatever you want…" I sighed. I noticed that Zabini couldn't stop turning to look at Isabel. "What's wrong, Blaise?" I asked.

"Nothing... Why doesn't Isabel sit with us?" He looked at me and only then he seemed to realize Lucian, who was currently testing the pumpkin juice. "Who is this?"

"Lucian Deveraux, my tutor," I introduced him.

This was starting to complicate things... Why was everyone so eager to meet everyone?

"Your tutor?" Pansy asked from the background. "Has something happened to your father or to Snape?"

"No. He's my summer guardian, nothing more..."

Why do I have to give so many explanations to everyone?

"Tell me something Draco," Lucian started in French, his native language. "Do you really need to continue with this? You could come with me and, if you want, you can do your exams at another time..."

So that's their issue… They don't want me to be at Hogwarts and they are trying to make me feel uncomfortable so that I'll decide to go with them.

"I'm sorry, Lucian... but I have to attend class in order to take the exams..." I looked at him furiously, "and I want to do it."

"Okay." He shrugged. "It was just an option."

"Are you going to send me more.. instructors to try to convince me that this isn't my place?" I asked him sourly.

"No. Isabel is the only one who can behave properly... Can you imagine Tony here?"

"Now that would be a really big catastrophe..."

Anthony was one of the vampires who had trained me. He could control time and he is one of the few wizards who has survived after turning into a vampire. The only problem is that he is too unstable. He has lived for many centuries in a completely unrealistic way... The only one that keeps him mildly sane is his wife Julia, even though many times it seems that he is the one keeping her sane...

They had a too complex and demanding relationship, both were completely in love and nothing could separate them. If someone tried to separate them, then neither of them would stop the murderous instincts the other felt. I remember that Lucian once told me how they almost destroyed London in the nineteenth century because Mithras, without knowing the relationship that bound them, tried to get them to kill each other... It seems that the old Ventrue learned from his mistake because no one else has tried it again.

"Who is sitting with Draco, Isabel?" Hermione asked from the other table.

"That is Lucian. He was eager to meet you," she replied with a cup of coffee in hand.

"How old are you, Isabel?" Ginerva asked with a smile.

"Twenty," she replied laconically, as always.

"How do you know Draco?" she continued with the questionnaire.

"From the hospital," she lied.

"Do you guys get along well?"

She will not stop asking questions until she gets the answers she wanted. I pity her; Interrogating Isabel is almost impossible.

"Yes."

Like I've said... she is talkative only when she considers it necessary.

"Were you dating?"

At least the girl does not give up.

"No."

And it seems that Isa is not going to give up either.

"Ginny, stop harassing her. I already told you that they are only friends," Hermione sighed between the two of them.

"Sorry, but I think at least someone should worry because your boyfriend is suddenly getting so many visitors…"

"Are you going to suggest that Lucian is also involved with him?" Hermione asked mischievously.

"I don't know..." Ginerva watched my sire with a clinical eye and he winked at her, a gesture that he was able to get it to seem lascivious.

"Well…the truth is that I don't think those two are nothing out of the... usual." She ended saying, "Harry..."

"Yes?" he answered while he finished his breakfast.

"I need you to come with me right now..." the redhead demanded, getting up quickly and forcing him to follow her.

"What happened? I still have toast…" he protested.

"I need you to remind me why I'm with you..." she whispered to him, furious with herself "Now!"

"But…"

"Harry James Potter, you don't need me to make you a map for you to understand, right?" she asked as she dragged him out of the Great Hall. Poor Potter...

"You didn't need to be so cruel with the girl, she only cares because yesterday Isabel was sitting in the same place you are sitting now. She loves Hermione like a sister and she doesn't want me to hurt her," I reproached my mentor.

"I assure you that I haven't done anything to her-it was just a simple wink." He looked at me, puzzled. "I'm not used to teenage girls... My nieces are much easier to control."

"Sure." I got up. "Hermione and I have to go to class... You two do whatever you want."

My life is getting more complicated. I have a assassin who is the bodyguard of my girlfriend, the same girlfriend that has begun to fear me because I'm a vampire, my mentor is surrounded by hundreds of lovely young ladies that want him to pay attention to them, and worst of all I'll have to deal with several vampires much more experienced than me!

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