Her skin was pale, the innocent schoolgirl flush gone. Her rich brown
hair curled around her cheeks like a black halo. Placing her unmoving body,
I watched the blood red sun rise over El Infierno as she slept.
I wondered, would she awake like me? With no memory of the girl she was? If that was so, then who would she become? Would she still be the girl I saw in my dreams? That led to other questions. Who had I been before I was turned by Thekla?
"Thekla!" I called. Above my head I heard footsteps. The vampire appeared before me.
"Yes?"
"Who was I?" She blinked, confused, and I rephrased my question. "Before you turned me, what kind of person was I?"
Thekla paused, obviously choosing her words carefully. "I don't know, Harry. I only met you once, the time I changed you."
"Why did you change me, then?" Thekla didn't answer. She knew something, something important that she was not telling me, and it was making me angry. "Why did you sire me?"
"I must leave," she said suddenly, and disappeared. I threw a thread of power out, trying to latch onto her power and follow her, but Thekla was gone. Cursing her, I returned my gaze to the window, until I heard a faint moan. Hermione opened her eyes and blinked.
"Hermione?" I said quietly, seeing if she would respond to the name. She didn't. Instead, she tried to sit up. Quickly I went to her, supporting her back with one hand and propping up her head with the other.
"Where am I?" she asked slowly. She turned to me and blinked. "Who are you?"
"You don't remember anything." She nodded. "I'm Harry, and you're Hermione. My Girl," I added softly.
She sat there, thinking. "Hermione," she repeated in a hushed tone, the name rolling off her tongue. "And you're Harry." She paused. "What- what happened?"
"I made you into a vampire." She frowned.
"Vampire?"
Despite her confusion, all I could do was smile broadly. Soon enough, she'd drink, and the chaos in her mind would end. "Don't fret, Princess. Let me show you your new world." Instead of taking her to a blood bar, I brought her to the human world, outside a small pub called The Leaky Cauldron. We appeared in the back of the tavern quietly.
"Where are we?" she asked softly, surprised.
"A pub," I answered. My eyes drifted to the bar, where an older man was getting up and paying for his drink. I smiled as he walked off, leaving his hat on the bar.
"Hungry, Princess?"
She looked surprised. "Well-"
I grabbed her hand, went over to the bar and snatched the pointed hat. We left the ale house unnoticed. Silently we followed the old wizard down the street.
"Sir!" I called out, stopping in the middle of the empty street. No one was around; perfect for a meal. The old man turned around, looking at me oddly. "You forgot your hat inside."
A smile broke out on his face. "Why, thank you, young man," he said cheerily. "It's nice to know some young people-"
~Sleep~, I ordered. His eyes closed abruptly, and I caught his falling body. Hermione looked frightened. "What happened?"
"He fell asleep," I responded casually. Hermione backed away from me when she saw my fangs reflect against the street lamps.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, sounding frightened.
"Eating." I pressed my fangs into him and drank, suddenly aware of everything around me, losing myself in the taste. His blood was watered- down, mixed with the alcohol he'd just had. "Have some, Princess," I invited her as I forced myself to pull away from the man's neck.
She pressed her hand to her head and closed her eyes. "No," she moaned, the effects of not feeding beginning to ail her. "It's wrong. He says it's wrong."
I frowned. "Who says that?"
"He does," she said, motioning to her forehead. "The dark man in my head. He wants me to go home." Oh, right, I thought. I drove her insane. Knew that was gonna back and haunt me.
"Don't listen to him, Princess," I commanded her, passing the body to her. "You're home now, and you're never going to leave." Instinctively her teeth became sharper and she bit into him without another thought. I looked on, feeling quite cheery.
"It's so good," she sighed, running her tongue along her mouth. "You're right, Harry. It's good. The Voice is gone." She dropped the body.
I looped an arm around her waist, pulling her towards me, licking the excess blood off her face. Letting go of her, I bent down and lifted the dead man's hand. From his finger I pulled a golden ring, studded with a ruby. Hermione giggled as I slipped it on her hand. We disappeared, onto another pub. We'd only just begun dinner.
* * *
I was correct in my prediction, that Hermione wouldn't be the girl I knew. In fact, she was better; merciless and sadistic, seductive and psychotic. Everything I could ever want in a girl. My Wicked Princess.
We never went to blood bars; we were hunters. Wizard or Muggle, it didn't matter. All were defenseless against us. My Girl and I couldn't be beat. We liked a good tussle every now and then.
Hermione especially liked to change people. Not random humans; ones she saw a "darkness" or "wickedness" in them. Few met her standards. One girl in particular stands out in my mind.
* * *
We were in the city of Hogsmeade, just a few weeks after I changed Hermione. The sun was just beginning to set. I surveyed the almost barren streets with dark eyes, looking for a kill. My Girl moaned softly; she couldn't go for more than a few hours without eating. She began to play with the many rings on her fingers, the souvenirs of our kills.
"Where have all the humans gone?" she inquired softly.
"It's cold now, and getting darker. Humans don't like the dark." I turned my head swiftly at the sound of footsteps. A girl was coming down the street, dressed in a Hogwarts uniform. "Look, lovely. Here comes one now."
She smiled and we both disappeared, reforming in the alley off the street. The girl continued to walk down the street. ~Over here~, I whispered into her mind.
The girl stiffened and peered around. "Hello?" she called. She walked closer to the alley entrance. "Hello?"
~Come closer~, Hermione ordered her. Our prey walked into the alley, her expression curious. She cried out when I appeared behind her, wrapping my hand across her mouth. She struggled against my grip but could not break free. The girl tried to scream, but her cries were muffled.
Hermione stepped out of the shadows, studying the girl. "Skinny little thing, isn't she?" she commented. The girl fought more wildly now upon looking at Hermione. "Pretty hair, though." She finger-combed our prey's rich red hair. "Red and rich as blood. Full of darkness she is." She paused, putting her fingertips on her head. "Do you think I should dye my hair red, Harry?" She brought her hands to her head. Her dark brown hair suddenly turned ruby-red. "Just like- what's your name?" My Girl closed her eyes, searching the girl's mind for her name. "Just like Ginny here."
"Mmm-hmm," I muttered. Hermione had a tendency to forget what was going on and get lost in her little fantasy world. "Can we eat now, please?"
"Oh, yes," she agreed, smiling, baring pearly fangs. Ginny fought my hold as both of us pierced her neck. She tried her best to cry out. I could've controlled her mind if I wanted to, but I wasn't in the mood. The sounds of her anguished moans filled my ears, giving me that sense of power I longed for.
My Girl removed her fangs. She stroked the almost dead girl's hair. "I bit into her, and saw blackness," Hermione said, pulling a knife from her cloak pocket. "She has a darkness in her. Something evil." She slit her wrist and put it to Ginny's mouth, who latched onto the wound, drinking like a leech. I looked on, oddly aroused by the sight of the little girl drinking from Hermione.
Finally, Ginny collapsed to the ground, eyes closed, her chest still. Hermione ran her hand over her bleeding wrist; the wound closed, leaving fresh skin. "I'm tired, Harry." She wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbing her cheek against mine. "Home?"
We went home.
* * *
I can imagine your reactions. You killed Ginny! Poor, defenseless Ginny! Oh the horror! Well, if you're upset now, I suggest you do not read on- we've only just begun our tale, and the eternal night grows even darker.
I wondered, would she awake like me? With no memory of the girl she was? If that was so, then who would she become? Would she still be the girl I saw in my dreams? That led to other questions. Who had I been before I was turned by Thekla?
"Thekla!" I called. Above my head I heard footsteps. The vampire appeared before me.
"Yes?"
"Who was I?" She blinked, confused, and I rephrased my question. "Before you turned me, what kind of person was I?"
Thekla paused, obviously choosing her words carefully. "I don't know, Harry. I only met you once, the time I changed you."
"Why did you change me, then?" Thekla didn't answer. She knew something, something important that she was not telling me, and it was making me angry. "Why did you sire me?"
"I must leave," she said suddenly, and disappeared. I threw a thread of power out, trying to latch onto her power and follow her, but Thekla was gone. Cursing her, I returned my gaze to the window, until I heard a faint moan. Hermione opened her eyes and blinked.
"Hermione?" I said quietly, seeing if she would respond to the name. She didn't. Instead, she tried to sit up. Quickly I went to her, supporting her back with one hand and propping up her head with the other.
"Where am I?" she asked slowly. She turned to me and blinked. "Who are you?"
"You don't remember anything." She nodded. "I'm Harry, and you're Hermione. My Girl," I added softly.
She sat there, thinking. "Hermione," she repeated in a hushed tone, the name rolling off her tongue. "And you're Harry." She paused. "What- what happened?"
"I made you into a vampire." She frowned.
"Vampire?"
Despite her confusion, all I could do was smile broadly. Soon enough, she'd drink, and the chaos in her mind would end. "Don't fret, Princess. Let me show you your new world." Instead of taking her to a blood bar, I brought her to the human world, outside a small pub called The Leaky Cauldron. We appeared in the back of the tavern quietly.
"Where are we?" she asked softly, surprised.
"A pub," I answered. My eyes drifted to the bar, where an older man was getting up and paying for his drink. I smiled as he walked off, leaving his hat on the bar.
"Hungry, Princess?"
She looked surprised. "Well-"
I grabbed her hand, went over to the bar and snatched the pointed hat. We left the ale house unnoticed. Silently we followed the old wizard down the street.
"Sir!" I called out, stopping in the middle of the empty street. No one was around; perfect for a meal. The old man turned around, looking at me oddly. "You forgot your hat inside."
A smile broke out on his face. "Why, thank you, young man," he said cheerily. "It's nice to know some young people-"
~Sleep~, I ordered. His eyes closed abruptly, and I caught his falling body. Hermione looked frightened. "What happened?"
"He fell asleep," I responded casually. Hermione backed away from me when she saw my fangs reflect against the street lamps.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, sounding frightened.
"Eating." I pressed my fangs into him and drank, suddenly aware of everything around me, losing myself in the taste. His blood was watered- down, mixed with the alcohol he'd just had. "Have some, Princess," I invited her as I forced myself to pull away from the man's neck.
She pressed her hand to her head and closed her eyes. "No," she moaned, the effects of not feeding beginning to ail her. "It's wrong. He says it's wrong."
I frowned. "Who says that?"
"He does," she said, motioning to her forehead. "The dark man in my head. He wants me to go home." Oh, right, I thought. I drove her insane. Knew that was gonna back and haunt me.
"Don't listen to him, Princess," I commanded her, passing the body to her. "You're home now, and you're never going to leave." Instinctively her teeth became sharper and she bit into him without another thought. I looked on, feeling quite cheery.
"It's so good," she sighed, running her tongue along her mouth. "You're right, Harry. It's good. The Voice is gone." She dropped the body.
I looped an arm around her waist, pulling her towards me, licking the excess blood off her face. Letting go of her, I bent down and lifted the dead man's hand. From his finger I pulled a golden ring, studded with a ruby. Hermione giggled as I slipped it on her hand. We disappeared, onto another pub. We'd only just begun dinner.
* * *
I was correct in my prediction, that Hermione wouldn't be the girl I knew. In fact, she was better; merciless and sadistic, seductive and psychotic. Everything I could ever want in a girl. My Wicked Princess.
We never went to blood bars; we were hunters. Wizard or Muggle, it didn't matter. All were defenseless against us. My Girl and I couldn't be beat. We liked a good tussle every now and then.
Hermione especially liked to change people. Not random humans; ones she saw a "darkness" or "wickedness" in them. Few met her standards. One girl in particular stands out in my mind.
* * *
We were in the city of Hogsmeade, just a few weeks after I changed Hermione. The sun was just beginning to set. I surveyed the almost barren streets with dark eyes, looking for a kill. My Girl moaned softly; she couldn't go for more than a few hours without eating. She began to play with the many rings on her fingers, the souvenirs of our kills.
"Where have all the humans gone?" she inquired softly.
"It's cold now, and getting darker. Humans don't like the dark." I turned my head swiftly at the sound of footsteps. A girl was coming down the street, dressed in a Hogwarts uniform. "Look, lovely. Here comes one now."
She smiled and we both disappeared, reforming in the alley off the street. The girl continued to walk down the street. ~Over here~, I whispered into her mind.
The girl stiffened and peered around. "Hello?" she called. She walked closer to the alley entrance. "Hello?"
~Come closer~, Hermione ordered her. Our prey walked into the alley, her expression curious. She cried out when I appeared behind her, wrapping my hand across her mouth. She struggled against my grip but could not break free. The girl tried to scream, but her cries were muffled.
Hermione stepped out of the shadows, studying the girl. "Skinny little thing, isn't she?" she commented. The girl fought more wildly now upon looking at Hermione. "Pretty hair, though." She finger-combed our prey's rich red hair. "Red and rich as blood. Full of darkness she is." She paused, putting her fingertips on her head. "Do you think I should dye my hair red, Harry?" She brought her hands to her head. Her dark brown hair suddenly turned ruby-red. "Just like- what's your name?" My Girl closed her eyes, searching the girl's mind for her name. "Just like Ginny here."
"Mmm-hmm," I muttered. Hermione had a tendency to forget what was going on and get lost in her little fantasy world. "Can we eat now, please?"
"Oh, yes," she agreed, smiling, baring pearly fangs. Ginny fought my hold as both of us pierced her neck. She tried her best to cry out. I could've controlled her mind if I wanted to, but I wasn't in the mood. The sounds of her anguished moans filled my ears, giving me that sense of power I longed for.
My Girl removed her fangs. She stroked the almost dead girl's hair. "I bit into her, and saw blackness," Hermione said, pulling a knife from her cloak pocket. "She has a darkness in her. Something evil." She slit her wrist and put it to Ginny's mouth, who latched onto the wound, drinking like a leech. I looked on, oddly aroused by the sight of the little girl drinking from Hermione.
Finally, Ginny collapsed to the ground, eyes closed, her chest still. Hermione ran her hand over her bleeding wrist; the wound closed, leaving fresh skin. "I'm tired, Harry." She wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbing her cheek against mine. "Home?"
We went home.
* * *
I can imagine your reactions. You killed Ginny! Poor, defenseless Ginny! Oh the horror! Well, if you're upset now, I suggest you do not read on- we've only just begun our tale, and the eternal night grows even darker.