Chapter 12
She had heard Alcide's voice in the distance but ignored it as she allowed darkness to soothe her mind. She had also heard the whirring of machines and the sound of wheels on linoleum, but continued to be taken care of by nothingness. For a moment she had worried about Sookie, but pushed it down, not wanting ruin the feeling of being empty.
Then the memories began to creep in. It was as if there was a grey film over her eyes as her mind remembered that night. The pain was coursing through her body as Greyback walked into the room, Bellatrix, Lucius Malfoy and Draco standing on the side. Bellatrix had a cruel smile on her face as the half-man, half-beast walked towards her, a lecherous grin on his face.
"I think the mudblood whore would like to have some fun," Bellatrix's hard voice rang through the hall, making both Lucius and Draco's eyes widen. Hermione couldn't move from exhaustion as Greyback placed himself next her, breathing in her scent deeply, a heavy and rough hand landing high on her thigh. Hermione whimpered in fear.
"What are you doing," Lucius hissed to his sister-in-law, making her gleeful eyes fill with hatred.
"I'm teaching her a lesson about lying," Bellatrix replied, making Hermione's panic surge through her body.
"Please," was all she could say, her voice a hoarse whisper, "Don't do this."
"Don't worry bitch," Greyback growled in her ear, "I'll make sure we'll have lots of fun." Greyback then brought his hands to her top, beginning to rid her of her clothing, making her scream at the top of her lungs.
"Hermione," a worried voice broke through the fog of her memories, "Hermione, it's ok, you're safe. No one's going to hurt you." Hermione opened her eyes at the gentleness of the voice, seeing Alcide in front of her. Her chest heaved as she tried to calm herself down, seeing that she was safe now. She was in a hospital room, not the Malfoy Manor. She was with Alcide, not Greyback.
"I'm sorry," Hermione hiccupped out. Alcide moved to her side, placing a warm hand on her own. He smiled softly at her before wiping her tears that had unknowingly slid down her cheeks.
"There's nothing to be sorry about," Alcide told her, his deep voice making her feel safe, "You've been through a lot." Hermione smiled gratefully at him, clutching onto his hand, but fear still going through her body. The memory had felt so real, and it was taking longer for her to realize that it wasn't reality. Alcide had opened his mouth to say something, but Eric zoomed in, his expression empty. She could see the worry in his eyes.
"What happened," Eric asked, moving to her side now, squeezing Alcide out of the way. She could see the wolf was irritated by the action, but stepped to the end of the bed without a word.
"Sookie insisted we save Bill," Hermione began, her voice shaky, "We were in the back of Alcide's truck when Sookie tried to give Bill blood. I told her that I would do it instead, but he had been through a lot of trauma so he took a lot more than was expected. Where is Sookie," Hermione finally asked, Eric's presence soothed her fears, helping her come back to reality more and more.
"She had cut her side on a saw," Alcide told her, "It was large enough to make her bleed out. You three had been back there for long enough for her to lose a lot of her blood."
"Is she ok," Hermione asked, immediately more worried at the look on Alcide's face.
"I'm not going to lie," the large man began, "It's not looking too good. They couldn't give her a blood transfusion, so she's in a coma right now."
"Why couldn't they give her a blood transfusion," Eric was the one to ask this time. Hermione could feel panic begin to shoot through her body. It was the war all of over again. She couldn't help Sookie, and she felt guilty about it. Eric could feel her panic and guilt, sitting beside her on the bed, wrapping an arm around her waist. It calmed her down slightly, but she could still feel fear in her heart.
"She doesn't have a blood type," Alcide told them, a confused look coming over his face. Hermione was shocked.
"Can you do anything to help her," Alcide asked her, making Eric growl in warning.
"She has been injured," Eric told the wolf, "She needs to rest."
"I can't," Hermione said, cutting the vampire off before they became violent, "As far as I know there isn't a spell that can replenish blood that doesn't have a blood type. I have never even heard of something like that." Alcide nodded, his face accepting of her answer. Eric glared at him to leave, but Alcide ignored it as he sat down in the seats near the end of the bed.
Eric growled slightly, but turned to look at Hermione, "You weren't feeling fear and pain because of Bill."
"No," Hermione answered shortly. Alcide looked at her, a worried look coming over his face.
"Explain," Eric ordered. Hermione's panic immediately skyrocketed. Her skin became clammy, her heart racing at having to face the memory again.
"She doesn't want to answer Eric," Alcide barked, seeing the panic on Hermione's face, but Eric ignored him, keeping his stare on her.
"It's ok Alcide," Hermione said softly, "I've been meaning to tell him this for a while."
"Do you want me to leave," Alcide asked, making tears spring to her eyes, a watery smile lifting her lips as she shook her head no. He reminded her a lot of Harry and Ron, making a sadness clutch her heart at the thought of them. He nodded back at her, sitting down in the chair he was occupying.
"There are three curses that Voldemort created," Hermione began, but saw Alcide's confused face at the name, "He's an evil wizard, I'll explain to you after words," at his nod she continued, "The Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Killing curse. The Imperius curse allowed you to take over a person, to control them. You could make that person do anything. It's a lot like glamouring. The Cruciatus curse allowed you to cause someone an unimaginable amount of pain. The more hate you have, the more pain you can cause. And the killing curse, well, I'm sure you can guess what that one is used for."
"Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's left hand, was filled with a lot of hate. And her favorite curse to torture you with was the Cruciatus. She's made people go mad from it," Hermione explained, her hand fiddling with the bed sheet as she spoke, "When we were captured we were taken to Malfoy Manor to be questioned. We had something in our possession that wasn't to supposed to be in our possession. And me being the muggle-born out of the group, she decided to question me first."
Hermione fell silent for a moment, looking down at the scar on her arm. It was the scar she detested and loved all at the same time. She looked up at Alcide, a wry smile on her face, "A mudblood is a person that has dirty blood, or to the Pureblood supremacists, someone who was born of a non-magical family. Bellatrix carved this word into my with a magical knife. The scar will never fully heal. It will always look like a fresh scab. It will always be a little tender to the touch. But out of all the scars I have, and I have many, this one is the one I'm most proud of."
"What happened Hermione," Eric asked gently, his voice full of pain for her. To others ears it might've sounded cruel, but she could tell he was feeling her pain with her.
"After a couple of hours of being tortured by the Cruciatus curse she allowed a werewolf named Greyback into the room. He isn't like you Alcide," Hermione told the man that was full of anger for her, "The werewolves' over there don't have any control over the beast within, and Greyback reveled in it."
Hermione took a deep breath before continuing on, "I was too weak to move. I couldn't even take a breath without having pain shoot through my body. And then he came over, holding me down. All I could do was beg for him to not do it. Bellatrix forced Draco to watch."
"Greyback likes to turn little boys," Hermione said, quickly changing the subject, "He turned my friend and mentor when he was a young boy. Remus had hated himself ever since. Seeing himself as a monster. But he was one of the kindest men I had ever met."
"Where is Remus," Alcide asked, played along with her, his voice soft.
"He's dead," Hermione answered, her voice full of emptiness, "Both him and his wife, Tonks, died during the final battle. They have a beautiful son named Teddy. He calls me Aunty Mi now. He can't fully pronounce my name yet, but we were practicing before we left." Tears filled her eyes as she remembered the boy.
"What happened next," Eric asked, pulling her back to that awful night.
"He didn't rape me," Hermione replied, her voice once again shaky, "He wanted to, but Bellatrix kept him from it. She promised he would be able to have more fun after she got the truth from me. All I could do was scream. His hands were so filthy. I could see blood underneath his nails. I was so weak."
"You are not weak," Eric told her, making her look up at him. She could see his anger pulse underneath him. He was angry for her, sad for her. A moment later they heard a scream come from down the hall, making Alcide jump up.
"That sounds like Sookie," Alcide said before running out of the room.
"Where's Bellatrix," Eric asked, barely able to control his anger in his voice now.
"Dead," Hermione answered matter-of-factly, "Greyback is in a place worse than death."
"Not when I'm finished with him," Eric growled out, "Who else was in the room?"
"Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, but he's in the same place as Greyback. Azkaban. Besides, Lucius couldn't do anything more than Draco could've."
"Is that what he was talking about when he said he couldn't let it happen again," Eric asked, seemingly calm, but Hermione knew he was still furious.
"Yes. I try to tell him that it wasn't his fault, but he still blames himself. If he had tried anything it would have meant certain death for not only himself but his family," Hermione explained, but she knew that Eric wasn't satisfied with that answer.
"You're going to be on the next flight to England," Eric told her, his voice cold, instantly cutting through her.
"What," she cried, "No, I'm not leaving."
"It's too dangerous for you here," Eric growled out, standing up from his spot. Hermione grabbed his hand, stilling him. He looked down at their clasped hands, clutching on to hers tightly.
"I'm not leaving Eric," she told him, her voice full of strength and stubbornness.
"You could die," Eric replied to her, making her lift her chin in defiance.
"I can live that," she told him. His face became one full of pain and desperation.
"But I can't," he said before settling himself beside her once again, "I can't live with the thought of you dying. I won't be able to do what I need to do if I'm worried about you."
"Then don't worry about me," she told him matter-of-factly, making him growl. She smiled brightly at him though, not bothered by his menacing tone and face.
"Don't ask me to do that," Eric replied, moving so that he as above her. He nuzzled his nose near her ear on neck, making her giggle. Hermione held him close to her, enjoying the sensation of his lips, tongue, and teeth on her skin.
"I need you," she whispered hoarsely into his ear before pulling his lips to hers. It had been not even two days since they had been separated but she had missed him desperately. She clutched to him tightly, her entire body feeling hot from the inside out. Eric pushed away the blanket that covered her to their feet then gripped onto her waist tightly, kissing and nipping her neck.
Hermione helped him shed his coat and shirt, her heart rate rising with every touch. A nurse came into the room, a worried expression on her face. She cleared her throat, making Hermione look up at the noise. Hermione could feel herself flush at the sight of the middle-aged nurse. Eric carried on, ignoring the nurse, making Hermione blush even harder as he began to raise the hospital dress up her legs. Hermione slapped at his shoulders, never tearing her eyes away from the annoyed looking nurse.
Eric looked up at Hermione, an annoyed look on his face before turning to the nurse, his fangs clinking down loudly. The nurse was filled with shock and fear, her voice stammering as she spoke, "E-excuse me. Y-you can't fornicate in the hospital r-room."
"Look into my eyes," Eric said gently, and the nurse's face instantly became relaxed as she came under his spell, "You're going to close the curtains and close the door. You won't allow any other nurse come in to check on her, telling them that you're keeping a close eye on her. Do you understand?"
"Yes," the nurse said wistfully, her voice sounding far away.
"Good, now do as you're told and leave," Eric replied, then returned to his ministrations on Hermione's body. Hermione didn't allow herself to enjoy anything until she saw the nurse leave. Once the door was closed she took off the clip that measured her heart rate and oxygen, leaving just the IV drip in her hand. Eric lifted Hermione's body up, untying the strings in the back slowly. Too slowly for Hermione's taste. She pulled Eric down to her face by her face by his shirt collar.
"Don't go slow," Hermione nearly growled, "Not today." Eric grinned at her words before taking her mouth in his. She made quick work of his shirt, tossing it to the back of the room. Eric stripped her of her hospital gown, making her immediately bare before him.
"No fair," Hermione pouted jokingly, "I was already halfway naked."
"I love seeing your delicious body under mine lover," Eric said huskily, kissing his way down her body. His hands made rough work of her breasts, making Hermione moan softly as he licked at her navel. He looked up at her as he moved farther and farther down. Her eyes were locked on his as he passed over where she wanted him most and kissed the inside of her thigh softly.
"Do you like watching me kiss you lover," Eric asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes," Hermione replied in a breathy voice. He smirked at her before inching closer and closer. She could feel his cool breath brush against her clit, making her bite her lip in an attempt to stay quiet.
"I like hearing you moan my name," he told her, "Say it." Hermione did as commanded as he finally placed his lips on her, making her moan loudly at the sensation of his tongue lapping at her.
"We can't be too loud," Hermione said hoarsely, "The patients and nurses will hear us."
"Fuck the patients and nurses," he replied before continuing his attentions on her. Hermione clutched onto his hair, her nails lightly digging into his scalp, making Eric groan at the sensation. Soon Hermione was shuddering as her orgasm washed over her. Eric lifted his head up from between her legs, his lips glistening as he smiled at her. She smiled back, pulling his head to her, tasting herself on his lips.
"My turn," Hermione said in a sing song voice, guiding him to make him flip on his back. He wrapped his arms around her body, using his vamp speed to flip them, making Hermione giggle from the sensation. After checking to make sure her IV drip was still in her hand she made her way down his body, stopping when she came to the waist band of his pants.
"Why do you still have these one," Hermione asked, "Naughty boy."
"I'm always naughty," Eric replied, his blue eyes burning holes into Hermione as she stripped him of his pants. She smiled brightly down at his large cock, gently taking it into her hand.
She looked up at him, "Tell me how you like it," she said softly. Eric could see the nervousness begin to settle in, but also her determination to pleasure him. Just seeing her grip in such a way made him hard.
"Show me what you can do first," Eric replied, shocking Hermione with his words. He trusted her. He knew that nearly whatever she did would make him come. First Hermione licked from base to tip, familiarizing herself with him. She began to move her hand up and down, gripping a little bit tighter than earlier. She moved her mouth over his tip, humming as she moved her head up and down, her tongue massaging circles as she went.
"Grip a little bit harder lover," Eric told her, growling when she promptly followed his instruction. She wasn't as inexperienced as he originally thought, making him moan loudly as she continued working on him. He gripped onto her hair, making her hold still as he pumped into her. The sounds she made, seeing her touch herself, pushed him over the edge. He roared as he came in her mouth, his cum going down her throat. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but some had still dribbled down her chin.
Hermione looked thoroughly used, her hair all over the place, cum on her lips and chin. He became hard again looking at her. This woman was his, and he was selfish enough to keep her. He pulled Hermione towards him, licking his cum off his chin before kissing her deeply. She settled herself in his lap, impaling herself on him, moaning loudly as he stretched her. This was a totally new position for her and she loved it. Eric pumped into her roughly, but gently kissed her shoulder and neck, creating two different sensations for her.
"Yes," Hermione hissed, gripping onto Eric tightly, moving against him as well. Eric's fangs clinked down, but he didn't bite her. He grabbed the hand that had the IV and tore it out. Hermione hissed with the pain of having the needle torn out of her hand, but he quickly soothed it with his tongue. The coil began to wound itself tighter in Hermione, making her bounce harder on Eric, speeding his actions.
Eric bit into his wrist, bringing it up to Hermione's lips. She lapped and sucked at the wrist greedily, his blood falling down her chin onto her chest. Eric held her to him tightly, blood around his own mouth. He growled loudly, making Hermione groan louder, pleading him to let her come.
"You want to come lover," he asked hoarsely, making her whine, her body shaking as he continued to take her roughly. He flipped her on her back, lifting her leg all of the way to her head, making her hiss with pleasure.
"Please," she whimpered, her hair creating a curly halo around her body. Eric moved his lips close to hers, making her look him in the eyes.
"Come for me Hermione," he whispered against her lips, making her cry out loudly. He thrust into her a few more times before coming himself, both of their voices melding together. Eric once again flipped them, settling Hermione on top of his chest. She dragged her hands lightly down his chest, him gently running his fingers through her hair. Her chest was still heaving, her skin slick with sweat.
"Russell is going to come after Sookie and I," Hermione commented, stilling Eric's hand.
"He won't be coming after you," he replied simply, causing Hermione too look up at him with a confused expression.
"He thinks I'm punishing you right now. You'll be dead by morning," Eric explained, "Meanwhile you'll actually be staying at the house."
"I should go with Sookie," Hermione began, but Eric immediately cut her off.
"That would be counter-productive to what I have just done to protect you," Eric told her, his tone full of annoyance and the beginnings of anger.
"You do realize that I can do magic right," Hermione replied sarcastically, "That means that I can use spells to hide me and protect myself."
"If Russell wants you dead and realizes that you are still alive he will stop at nothing to not just kill you but me," Eric told her.
Hermione sighed, "You're already planning on doing something that would put you in danger. I saw that look in your eyes when you saw the crown. It's from your past isn't it."
"I don't want to talk about it," he answered with finality.
"Very well, I won't force you," she said gently before going back to the subject at hand, "But I would be safer at Sookie's. And I would be able to protect her better at her house."
"Why do you want to protect Sookie Stackhouse," Eric asked, curious as to how Hermione became so interested in her.
"Because she's naïve and would get herself killed," Hermione began, making Eric bark out a laugh, "She needs the protection, round the clock protection. And I'm not the type of person to walk away from someone in need. Even if she does annoy the crap out of me."
"I take it the escape was less than easy," Eric asked, making Hermione huff in remembrance.
"She wouldn't stop arguing with me. I understand that she was scared and she didn't know who to trust, but she wasted our time and that could have gotten us killed. Then her friend Tara argued with me at one point, in the open, which was even more dangerous, but I could tell that she had drank a lot of vampire blood. Is it because I'm so young," Hermione asked rhetorically.
"Yes," Eric told her, hiding his amusement at the pout on Hermione's face.
"Well, either way I need to get my things from your place. I have things in there that might be able to help," Hermione told him, resting her head against his un-beating chest. His skin was cool against her hot skin, brining her body temperature down.
"What sort of things?"
"Magical things," Hermione answered simply, then gave Eric a mischievous smile, "Things that turn people into birds, as well as things that when you throw them they create a very handy smoke screen. A smoke screen that gives people the perfect way to allow them an escape."
"Very well, I will have Pam drop off your stuff at Sookie's place," Eric complied, making Hermione's smile widen. He looked down at her, clutching her tightly to him, as if she would fall away and never come back, "Stay safe."
"Always."
