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February 16, 1995
Today was Valentine's day. Although I was one of the few girls to not have a date, I was surprisingly fine with it. Rising up from my bed, I quickly dressed in a long flowing lavender dress that father had sent me for Christmas last year. The one thing I loved about it were the little Cornish pixies printed all over the soft fabric.
Making my way down to the Gryffindor table, a smile spread across my face once I saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione sitting with each other. I've always felt more comfortable with the Griffendoors than my own house, mostly due to them always calling me names behind my back, not thinking on weather or not if I can hear them. So what if I'm a little unorthodox in my beliefs, it's not a crime like in the olden days. But the Griffendoors, seem to have a very open mind, and are very kind, despite my many odd quirks.
As I got closer to the table, I tripped over what felt like a crack in the normally smooth floor, and immediately cursed the nargles for playing such a dirty trick, but I was thankfully caught by one of the Dumstrang boys.
"Woah, you alright?" He asked, his voice thick with a noticeable German accent. I gave him a thankful smile as he steadied me to my feet.
"Umm, yes, thank you," I said, feeling my cheeks burn from embarrassment.
"'Huh, I like your dress," he said, his eyes scanning my body up and down in a way that felt a bit uncomfortable, causing me to fidget a bit.
"Umm, thank you, I'd better be going now." I made a move to step around him, but quickly felt his hand grip my wrist, and by Merlin, was it cold. I turned and opened my mouth to politely tell him to let me go, but paused once I stared directly into his sharp, ruby red eyes, and the hint of what looked to be fangs beneath his slightly parted lips when he smiled.
Leaning close to me, I felt a shiver run up my spine as his icy breath found its way to my ear as he whispered. "But I insist, my dear." I felt weak at the knees, and numbly nodded, allowing him to slide his hand into my own, intertwining our fingers as he led me over to the table.
"So, what's your name?" I asked, immediately wanting to smack myself for doing so.
"Artyom Romanov, at your service," he replied, smiling down at me.
Slowly, as if I were in a trance, he led me out of the dining hall, and into an empty broom closet. He took out his wand and silenced the small space before reaching out and grabbing my own wand out of its pocket before I could even think of make a grasp for it.
"Let me out!" I yelled, making a dash for the door. I had not even taken two steps when he grabbed me around my waist showing a speed and dexterity that unnerved me.
"Not so fast my lovely. You look delicious." He chuckled, pinning me to the wall.
I shuddered as he bent down looking me straight in the eyes fixing me with his own red ones. Slowly he lowered his head into my shoulder and bit down. A strange feeling rushed through me. It was in between pain and immense pleasure. I could feel him licking away the blood that was now leaking out of my neck.
"So good. So sweet." he purred. A moan slipped out of my mouth unbidden. Artyom chuckled darkly, still lapping up my blood.
"You're a v-vampire." I breathed, growing weaker by the second. He seemed to not notice this and continued until I collapsed against him being held up by the wall before he finally pulled away.
"See you later lovely." He smiled darkly at me, licking my blood off his lips before leaving swiftly. Without him to keep me in place, I slid down the wall when my legs failed me before I passed out.