I ran to Hogsmead as I pulled out my portable phone. "Where are you!" came a sharp voice. My father. I sighed as I walked into the bar; I was late enough as it is. "Where you think, im going to Midnight, will you meet me there?" I said swiftly. Silence. I growled as I ordered a brandy shot to tide me over. "Shhh." I herd some boy hiss from behind me.

"I can be at midnight how you getting there?" "Im going to drive, worse enough they attacked last night!" I snapped now as I downed my shot, as he was silent, not even breathing was herd, he normaly kept a few human traits. "Who?" "Don't know, went to midnight, She's hurt and hasn't fed in at least a week. Thought the ground's were easy pickings." I responded. "Kill her, she is a weak link to us and we can't have a weak link in our plans." He said calmly. "Meet me there in one hour." He said swiftly.

"Hai." I said and slammed the phone shut, slipping it in my jacket pocket.

"Another one sir?" the man said. I nodded holding up two fingers for a double shot. He eyed me but shrugged pouring the drink and handed it to me. I downed it swiftly placing the small glass cup on the counter and turned on me heel. At least today I would get a decent feeding.

I pulled up to midnight fifteen minute's early. Its dark stonewall's hid its true interior. Overly decorated like something out of the 1900's. I stepped inside and moved threw the halls. "Sir, Sir, what are you doing here!" a mortal boy cowered away from me. "M'lady Ranchiesk is not expecting you." He said not looking up from the ground. He was her personally little pet, a lap dog of sorts, well trained little slave. To thin for a blood letter. "Fine then tell your mistress im here to greet my father, as her if there's any news from the ministry, there after me like dogs. Till then she can find me in the study, my father's to be arriving soon." I said and continued down the hall. It was frightening to think that humans were traded for money; a good bloodletting slave could fetch a good price. Father had nearly six; two were his pet's females dressed in fashion's that could raise any man, but never aloud to be touched but any but him. My mother was once one of these girls. One was his dressing, sewing and cleaning slave, the other three for his own thirst. I paced the study thinking. I herd footstep followed by a aggravated scowl. "Then let the girl into the feeding room if she wants, she's no one's slave and a witch to top it off, warn the others." She snapped at the boy. He bowed and ran off rapidly.

"Jaguar baby doll its been nearly a year since I saw you last!" she said kissing my cheeks. "And still as handsome as your father, tell me, what can I do for you." "What news." "Your father will be calling you tonight, he has 'previous engagements' he must tend to first. Secondly there is no trace on you, one of the neighbors spotted you walking in and out and your car, he was, how to say, easily disposed of." She grinned as she flashed pearly white teeth. I couldn't help but grin at that. "You look so pale when did you feed last." She said smiling walking up to me and ran a nail down my now healing cut on my face. She grinned as it ripped open and drew blood. She leaned forward and licked it. "Come with me." She took my hand bringing me along. I grinned as I nuzzled her neck. She was one of the best seductresses of all the vampires; there was no doubt about that. The blood letting room was clean, elaborate furniture everywhere. One vampire raised his eyes from a young females neck. She moaned as he lifted his mouth from her neck and licked the tiny wound. She was dressed in black, so was house blood letter. I recognized someone's smell and froze. Turning I saw a man's arm's wrapped around the back cradling one girl. It was Harmione. What was she? Anger raged it me as I barreled at the guy mentally. He reeled back and looked up seeing my eyes. Ranchiesk just giggled.

'Load my car up with two cases!' I yelled mentally at a servant wondering the hall. He froze nervously shaking. Human's didn't do well with mind speech. He ran off toward the kitchen. He grinned and just went back on to his meal. "Take that woman, she's a usual, very sweet blood." Ranchiesk said holding one woman's wrist up to me. I drew my nail across it and let the blood flow a bit over her wrist before I moved in and began to suck at the open wound. I let my tongue move over the wound drawing more blood. For some people draining was its own sexual ritual. I never liked to make draining painful for those who gave willingly, or I wished to keep them alive, unless teaching a lesson. She moaned as I ran my tongue back and forth letting the sweet taste fill my scenes. Her heart kept up with the blood loss as I craved for more, sucking harder now I gripped her around the back with one hand the other held her wrist to my mouth. I felt her heart beat slowly drop and knew I would have to let go soon. I pulled away quickly and noticed Harmione was passed out on the couch. I dropped the girl's wrist and looked to Ranchiesk. "Ill come again." I said swiftly.

"I hope you do!" She retorted as I moved to Harmione's limp body. "And don't spend so much time fussing over her, you have your father's love of morals in you." She giggled as I moved out to my car and sped off.
HAHA do I sense a romance developing off of Jay's little toy? Rakka : Ow the school's best student and the vampire hireling of Voldermort, ow ow I love the possibility's!

Eve : Rakka be nice ok, its not his fault he was raised that way! ::beats Rakka with the ugly stick:: Rakka : OWWWWWW That hurt you wench! Well any way's stay tuned to find out next chaptery.