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AN: Here's chapter 3 - I hope you like it! Please review! xo

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Hermione drove home in record speed, hoping that Chief Swan wasn't out patrolling tonight, she really didn't want to get on his bad side since she and Bella were just starting to become friends. She pulled into her driveway, and walked in the house through the kitchen, surprised to find her grandmother still up watching tv.

"Hermione, you should watch this, it's so fascinating!" Effy said as she gestured to the tv.

"What are you watching, Gran?" she said as she moved around to where her grandmother was sitting so that she could see the tv. That same pale long-haired vampire called Aro was on tv again, this time debating with human right's activists. The activists were arguing that since vampires were technically dead, they should not be afforded the same rights as humans, and the vampire was arguing that because of their immortal status and the fact that they are higher on the food chain than humans, that they should be granted more. Gran was right, it was a fascinating debate, but she had a date to get ready for.

"Can't stay to watch, I have a date." Hermione said sheepishly

"Hermione! At this hour? What respectable boy waits until this ungodly hour to take a girl out?" Effy chided.

Hermione chuckled at her Grandmother's concern, and just said, "A vampire."

Effy's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, and then closed it again.

"Hermione, do you think this is a good idea? I mean…they feed on humans." She said wanting to trust Hermione's judgement, but being fearful for her granddaughter all the same.

"Gran, it's alright. He lives in Bon Temps now, just across the cemetery, actually, and he saved my life the other night. Please though, don't tell Harry, he won't understand." Hermione pleaded.

"Saved your life? How?" Effy zeroed in on that bit of information and wanted more of the story.

"He had come into the bar while I was working, and eventually he left with the Weasleys" Hermione said making a face. She didn't have to explain, as her grandmother was well aware of their reputation in Bon Temps, "Anyway, after I locked up, I saw someone struggling in the back of their pickup truck that was still in the parking lot. Those bastards had him restrained and were trying to take his blood for some ungodly reason. I removed his restraints, and when he turned on the Weasleys for tricking him, they threw the truck in reverse and backed their truck into me. I was hurt pretty badly, I guess, but Viktor saved my life. He gave me some of his blood because it can make you heal quickly. When I woke up, I was still sore, but I was mostly fine. He drove me home last night. He could have killed me, or left me for dead in that parking lot, but he didn't." Hermione told her evenly.

Effy furrowed her brows, looking upset by the revelation that Hermione had been hurt, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry. As you can see, I'm fine." Hermione said reaching out to place her hand over her grandmother's.

Effy nodded in understanding, and then just looked up at her sharply, "I won't tell your brother, but I do expect to meet him if he's going to be taking you out. The next night you have off of work, I want him to come here and pick you up like a proper gentleman." Her grandmother chided shaking her finger at Hermione to let her know she meant business.

"Of course, Gran." She said giving her a small smile and kissed her on the cheek before she ran up the stairs to change.

After a quick shower, she sifted through her closet and decided on a pair of low-rise jeans, flats, and a pink tank top. She had no idea what sort of date Viktor had in mind, but she wanted to be comfortable; he hadn't given her the impression that she needed to dress up. After applying a small amount of mascara and lip gloss to her lips, she dabbed on a touch of her vanilla oil, and trotted downstairs to the back door. She grabbed a flashlight on her way out, seeing as how she needed to walk through the cemetery to reach his house, and she didn't want to trip over any headstones on the way. She chuckled to herself as she walked through the dark cemetery, looking up at the moon as it sat high in sky. It was like a scene straight out of a horror movie; pretty young girl walking though the cemetery by herself in the middle of the night gets eaten by a hungry vampire. Though that last part she was hoping would be more in a sexual way than a literal way.

As his house loomed into view, she could see the light in what she assumed was his living room was on. She walked up the steps, and just before she could lift her hand to knock, the door opened revealing Viktor looking unbelievably sexy in a pair of dark jeans and a white v-neck tee shirt, with to her surprise, a cross hanging around his neck.

Before she could stop herself, she reached out her hand and brushed it over the cross that sat upon his chest, "I suppose these don't really work then?" she asked chuckling.

He smiled taking her hand in his bringing it to his lips. He paused momentarily when he heard her sharp intake of breath, and smirked, before gently kissing the back of her hand.

"You look Beautiful, Hermoninny"

Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing at the way he said her name, and instead just said, "Thank you, Viktor."

"And you are right, crosses do not affect vampires unless religious before turn." Victor explained.

"So I take it, you aren't religious then?" Hermione said aware that he was still holding her hand in his.

"No, not so much." He said before gently pulling her towards the door, "Come, I show you my house." She followed him inside, and her mouth gaped open at the way his living room was decorated with antiques. Knowing he was over three hundred years old, she had no doubt that these items were authentic. Most likely, he had owned then when they were considered modern items, and now they were probably worth a lot of money. Her hand fell on the polished wooden Victrola and smiled.

"You like music?" he asked watching how her hand lovingly caressed the polished wood

"Very much. I've always loved the sound these produce. I can't believe you have this." She said looking up at him in awe.

"It is almost one hundred years old, from Europe." He told her, turning the crank several times and then setting the needle on the record that sat on the turntable inside. The haunting music of an era gone by filled the room as Viktor reached his hand out to her.

"Vill you dance vith me?" he asked her, and smiled when she blushed placing her small hand in his.

He pulled her against him, sliding his large hand down her side until it fell at the small of her back, his other hand taking hers more formally, and gently swaying with her to the music.

Just being in that close contact with him, sent her heart racing, and she was sure he knew.

"Do I make you nervous, Hermoninny?" he asked softly, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. Her eyes had slipped shut, and she finally managed to get her vocal chords to work, "Yes…no…I don't know" she said feeling the vibration of his deep chuckle as it rumbled through his chest.

"You have nothing to fear, I von't hurt you." He said bringing his hand to her cheek stilling their movement.

"I know, Viktor, I trust you." She said wanting to make sure he understood that at least.

"I vant to kiss you, may I?" he asked as she nodded slowly, feeling her heart begin to speed up again as he tilted his head ever so slightly, allowing his lips to brush against hers gently, causing a throb of desire to course through her the moment his lips met hers. Before she knew what she was doing, she had reached up and pulled him down to her and deepened the kiss, letting out a soft moan when she felt his hands arms wrap around her and his hands cup her bottom. He groaned into her mouth and then pulled his head back sharply as his fangs protruded. Hermione's eyes widened, as she looked at them, and instead of fear, she became more emboldened that she was affecting him as much as he was affecting her.

"I apologize, that happens when we are…vhat is vord…sexy?" He said sheepishly running one of his large hands through his hair nervously.

"Don't be sorry. It's okay." She said biting her lip as she glanced from his fangs back up to his red eyes.

"Will it hurt?" she asked pulling him closer by his belt, noticing the visible bulge in his pants

He groaned and closed his eyes at her insinuation

"You vish to let me taste you?" he said swallowing thickly

"Not if it's going to hurt…" Hermione corrected. No matter how curious she was, she wasn't a fan of pain.

"It does not hurt, so I've been told. Many say it feels good." Viktor explained

Hermione took a step back from him raising her eyebrow, "Many? How many women have you done this with, Viktor?" she asked, realizing after she said it that she was being ridiculous. He was over Three hundred years old, surely she can't have expected him to have been celibate.

He sighed, realizing what he had said, "No, that vasn't vhat I meant; it is vhat I have been told by others." he clarified.

Hermione smirked, "You don't expect me to believe that you are a virgin?" Hermione said chuckling.

"Vhat? No! There have been others in past, but not so many. I am not…how do you say…whore?" He said smiling as she laughed and pulled him against her again.

"Good, because neither am I." she said capturing his lips with hers once again, this time, he didn't pull away when his fangs protruded, and she ran her tongue along them and moaned into his mouth. She felt the throbbing ache she remembered vividly from her dream between her thighs as she rubbed herself against him, enjoying the feel of his hands as they ran down her back and over her bottom. He lifted her up suddenly and she squeaked in surprise when she felt her feet the leave the floor as if she weighed nothing, and she wrapped her legs around his waist feeling his erection straining against her.

"Why do I want you so badly?" she mumbled into his mouth as he kissed her hungrily

"It is because you had my blood. It intensifies desire...like drug, yes?" He explained as he trailed his lips over her neck, letting his fangs hover over her pulse point for a moment when he felt her tense up in his arms and he froze; He wanted her, but not like this.

"Ve should go for valk, yes?" he said suddenly, setting her back down on her feet awkwardly.

"A walk?" she asked in confusion, only a minute ago she was ready to give him something she had never yet given to any man.

"Yes. It is beautiful night." He said rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, glancing at her awkwardly.

She bit her lip trying to hide her disappointment, but felt a small sense of relief when he stepped away from her towards the door. She followed him outside across the yard and into the cemetery. The moon was bright, and she could hear the chorus of frogs singing as they walked.

"Why did you stop?" she asked after they had been walking silently for a few moments.

"Because you are still under influence of my blood. I don't vant you to have regrets." Viktor said glancing at her hoping that she understood. He could also tell that despite that she had claimed that she trusted him, her body still tensed in fear when his mouth hovered over her throat.

"Thank you" She said shyly feeling more respect towards him now that she knew he had not only saved her life the night before, but he was also being considerate of her feelings.

"Viktor?" Hermione asked quietly as her hand sought out his as they walked.

"Yes?" He answered as he entwined his fingers with hers.

"What was your life like before? I mean…before you were turned?" she asked curiously.

He sighed, "It vas time of var in Bulgaria. The Turks invaded taking over power. Many Christians were killed if they did not choose to convert to Islam. I vas soldier fighting against this because it vas wrong. Vomen and children vere killed…innocents, all of them just because they believed in this" he said as he held his cross towards her. "I vas injured during raid, vhen vampire found me and I vas turned. I did not choose this life, but I vear this cross to remind me that once, I vas not a monster." Viktor explained

She looked up at him with unshed tears in her eyes, "Viktor, you are not a monster." she said stopping him and bringing her hand up to cup his cheek so that he would look at her.

"You do not know vhat I have done." He said covering her hand with his.

"It doesn't matter. You acted on instinct, but you were able to rise above it." She said giving him a soft smile, and he nodded uncertainly but continued to walk.

"I have so many questions." Hermione said sheepishly biting her lip and glancing up at him shyly.

"Like vhat?" he asked giving her a small smile as he watched the wheels turning in her head.

"You have a bed, so clearly the coffin thing was way off…" she said thinking outloud, "What about sunlight?" she asked.

"Ve do not sleep in coffins, but sunlight vill kill us if we are exposed for more than a few moments. The vindows are covered vith light blocking shades." He explained.

Hermione nodded, "What about Garlic?"

Viktor laughed, "It is cooking spice."

Hermione slapped him lightly on the arm for teasing her, "Wooden stakes through the heart?"

"Vould kill anyone, yes?" Viktor smirked at her in amusement.

"Yes, I suppose you're right about that. Silver is bad though, right? The other night, you couldn't move with that chain on you." Hermione said as she looped her arm through his as they continued to walk.

"Don't remind me. Silver weakens us and burns our skin Vhere ever it touches."

"How does one…become a vampire?" she asked innocently, but the look on his face darkened, and once again he stopped walking to look at her.

"Do not ask this. You do not vant this life" he said seriously.

He relaxed as she placed her hand against his chest, "I am not asking because I want that, I am just curious as to how it works."

He nodded, understanding that she just wanted to know more about his kind, "To be turned, you must be drained near to death, and then you must drink much from vampire. You vill feel your body die, but vhen you avaken, it is to a thirst that is unbearable. You vill kill to satiate that thirst."

Hermione had to admit, that sounded pretty horrifying.

"So do you have sharper senses or special abilities as a vampire that you didn't have as a human?" she asked moving away from the morbid part of the conversation

"Yes. All senses stronger. More strength, faster, and ve can heal quickly. Some have other abilities." He said dismissively, as if being 'superhuman' was no big deal.

"Like what other abilities?" she asked curious

"Vell, some can read minds, some can move objects vithout touching, some can see future." He explained.

"That is amazing. Why does it only happen to some and not others?" she asked him

"I do not know." He answered before he shifted to look at his watch when Hermione realized they were standing back in front of her house.

"It vill be light soon. You should get rest." He said kissing her gently

She gave him a small smile and looked up at him again, biting her lip shyly,

"You know, my grandmother was awfully concerned about what sort of man would want to see me so late at night. I explained that you were a vampire and that night time couldn't be helped, but she is very insistent that you come by the house to introduce yourself like a proper gentleman." Hermione said laughing.

Viktor smirked, "Vell, I suppose I must not disappoint. I shall come vhen you are not vorking at diner, yes?"

"Tomorrow night?" she asked

"Tomorrow is good. I'll come at eight like proper gentleman." He said laughing

Neither Viktor nor Hermione noticed the large black shaggy dog that was watching their every move from the edge of the woods.