Draco thought about Jennifer's words for a while. That bloody woman had no
idea what she was talking about! He thought to himself. That stupid,
stupid question only boosted her suspicions. Draco pinched his arm, hoping
that everything would vanish, that the whole America thing was just a
dream, but everything stayed the same, much to his disappointment.
Draco once more thought up a spell in his head, and oddly enough, it seemed a bit familiar, even if he made it up himself. "Necare Mulier!" he shouted and the stone turned blue and melted. "Yes! Man I'm good!" Draco shouted at the top of his lungs and started dancing a silly dance of delight around the room.
"Finally! Whoo!" he shouted and ran over to the door, wand in hand and spell in his head. He rushed out of the building and towards the door, and he saw a quick glimpse of a nymph a few yards away in the trees, but he ignored her.
He ran to the trees and heard hurrying footsteps behind him. He looked back and saw it was the nymph, that had obviously figured out that he was on his way to the Glory. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. The nymph stopped and looked at him with an evil sparkle in her eyes. She smiled at him and asked him where he was going so hurriedly.
"I think you know," Draco said and took out his wand secretly from the pocket of his trousers.
"Ah, to the Glory, eh? Trying to save your little friend?" she asked.
"Well, yes actually," Draco admitted, his own trademark smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth.
"Are you expecting to kill a lot of nymphs?" she enquired suspiciously.
"Yes I am, and I am starting with you if you don't mind," Draco pronounced and revealed his wand. He pointed it at the nymph whose grin faded quickly and her eyes widened. "Necare Mulier!" he shouted and a blue thread-like spark shot from his wand and hit the nymph in the chest.
The nymph's eyes closed and she started to glow a brilliant blue light that nearly blinded Draco. The nymph rose into the sky and floated in thin air just above the trees. She vanished with beautiful singing in an ancient language and a tiny blue, sparkly orb fell to the ground just in front of him. Draco didn't remember learning anything in DADA about blue orbs appearing when they died. Weird.
Draco bent down, picked up the glowing orb, and planted it in his pocket. He felt a slightly burning sensation in his skin and the orb glowed through the material. The burning feeling wasn't that bad so all he did about it was rip some material off his trousers and stuffed it between the orb and his skin.
Draco kept on running to the Glory and when he reached it, he noticed that there were nymphs guarding it all around it, so he hid behind a tree and tried to think of a plan.
****
Ginny struggled with all her vampire might to break the rope but nothing would work. She twisted and twirled her ankles and wrists to get out of the tight knot but they would only tighten.
"Don't struggle, it'll only make it worse," said one on the nymphs mockingly as they walked past. Ginny hissed at her and showed off her sharp fangs that the nymphs feared so much. She scurried away with a quick shriek of alarm.
Ginny sighed. What would happen next? This little adventure was too much for a young witch/vampire. She couldn't tolerate it. First the Indian tribe and the engagement, then the running away, then first visit to Plymouth, then the Pit of Despair in the Mahanett tribe, then back to Plymouth, and now the nymphs. Whatever next?
Ginny closed her eyes in order to fight a tear away that protested and wrestled to get out. She gave up and opened her soft chocolate eyes. She looked up and saw that a blonde nymph was walking towards her in a catwalk style and it stopped to her right. Ginny glared at it.
"A bit lonely?" she asked with an evil and a smug tone in er voice.
Ginny once again showed her fangs off with a hiss, but this nymph was a brave one, and didn't even flinch. "Stubborn are we? Well we'll see how you feel after this!" she said and raised her hand that had been behind her back. In her fist was a silver knife that shone in the sinking sun. Ginny bit her lower lip and closed her eyes.
She felt pain in her upper right arm, just below her shoulder as the knife slowly dug into her skin and slowly worked its way down to her elbow, where it stopped. Ginny screamed a high-pitched scream as she felt the pain. Then she opened her eyes and saw a straight crimson line of delicious- looking blood on her arm.
"Bon appetite," the nymph said and walked away, chuckling. Ginny kept her eyes plastered to the thick layer of blood on her arm, and gave into temptation. Being a vampire, she loved blood, and being a half-vampire, she didn't need it as much, but enjoyed it like chocolate. She wasn't in danger that she'd become a full-vampire, for she was drinking her own blood, but if the same vampire as the one that bit her first would finish her off, she would be in deep trouble.
"Stop sucking your blood and let me untie your ropes quickly," a voice said to her left. Ginny opened her eyes and was ready to attack the disturber but when she looked at the 'disturber', Ginny realised that this particular nymph was helping her. She was loosening her ankles and then quickly went to her wrists.
The sun was down and all the nymphs were sleeping except this one. She was on guard that night, Ginny supposed, as there was always one on the watch when everyone was sleeping. "What. . .the. . .hell?" Ginny asked suspiciously and the nymph smiled up at her.
"I am Deborah, and I was human once. Many centuries ago I was captured, much like you have, by the nymphs. I was sixteen years old, just reached womanhood, and they took me as I swam in the beautiful lake. They made me a nymph and I know how you are suffering, and that is all you need to know for now," she said,
"OK. . .I'm-" Ginny started.
"Virginia. I know. The nymphs have watched you with the man that came here before you. Draco, I believe?"
"Yeah. Why are you helping me?" Ginny asked Deborah as her wrists were loose.
"Because I do not want you to go through the same thing as I did," Deborah explained and stood up straight again. "I only loosened the knots so you can remove your hands from it, but you must look as if you are tied up until someone comes up with a plan to get you out of here, whether it is you, I, or Draco. Understand?" Ginny nodded, and Deborah sat down under the tree that Ginny was tied to, and started treating her own wounds from the rope.
Ginny could smell the blood in Deborah's wounds, but she fought the temptation to bite her.
"Er, Deborah?" Ginny started.
"Uh-huh?"
"Could you move over there for a second?" she asked, or more like begged. "Your blood smells so nice," she sighed out of her lips that were hungry for blood. Now that she had tasted blood, she could not get enough of it. It was simply paradise.
"Oh yes, I am terribly sorry. I forgot that you were a vampire." Deborah moved to the next tree. "Is that better?" she asked. "Can you still smell it?"
"A vampire can smell blood from miles away, but it's better. Just watch your back, OK?" Ginny pleaded, not wanting to hurt even a fly.
"Alright," Deborah chuckled.
Ginny thought once more of Draco and what he could be doing on that very moment as she had for the most of the days with the nymphs. Was he thinking of a plan or was he just plain careless about all that concerned her? Ginny didn't know. She never would. She didn't understand him and she knew why everyone who wasn't in Slytherin detested him so much. She had never had a good look before America and now she knew that everyone hated him because he was confusing and incomprehensible.
Ginny found herself feeling pity for the guy. Sure, he had many friends like Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Marcus Flint had become a very close friend of his the past few years, although he had graduated, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and a lot more that Ginny didn't know the names of. But she had heard of dishonest words that these 'friends' had spoken, the betrayals they had purposely done, the deviousness and the wickedness. It was simply inconceivable.
Ginny sighed. Little did she know that outside the Glory was a certain silver haired boy was making out a plan to get into the magnificent Glory of the nymphs to save a certain fiery haired girl. . .
A/N: OK that chapter finally up!! Please review!!! I luv them!!! I luuuuuuuv long reviews! ; )
So what's gonna happen next? Eh? Stay tuned and find out!! : P
Draco once more thought up a spell in his head, and oddly enough, it seemed a bit familiar, even if he made it up himself. "Necare Mulier!" he shouted and the stone turned blue and melted. "Yes! Man I'm good!" Draco shouted at the top of his lungs and started dancing a silly dance of delight around the room.
"Finally! Whoo!" he shouted and ran over to the door, wand in hand and spell in his head. He rushed out of the building and towards the door, and he saw a quick glimpse of a nymph a few yards away in the trees, but he ignored her.
He ran to the trees and heard hurrying footsteps behind him. He looked back and saw it was the nymph, that had obviously figured out that he was on his way to the Glory. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. The nymph stopped and looked at him with an evil sparkle in her eyes. She smiled at him and asked him where he was going so hurriedly.
"I think you know," Draco said and took out his wand secretly from the pocket of his trousers.
"Ah, to the Glory, eh? Trying to save your little friend?" she asked.
"Well, yes actually," Draco admitted, his own trademark smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth.
"Are you expecting to kill a lot of nymphs?" she enquired suspiciously.
"Yes I am, and I am starting with you if you don't mind," Draco pronounced and revealed his wand. He pointed it at the nymph whose grin faded quickly and her eyes widened. "Necare Mulier!" he shouted and a blue thread-like spark shot from his wand and hit the nymph in the chest.
The nymph's eyes closed and she started to glow a brilliant blue light that nearly blinded Draco. The nymph rose into the sky and floated in thin air just above the trees. She vanished with beautiful singing in an ancient language and a tiny blue, sparkly orb fell to the ground just in front of him. Draco didn't remember learning anything in DADA about blue orbs appearing when they died. Weird.
Draco bent down, picked up the glowing orb, and planted it in his pocket. He felt a slightly burning sensation in his skin and the orb glowed through the material. The burning feeling wasn't that bad so all he did about it was rip some material off his trousers and stuffed it between the orb and his skin.
Draco kept on running to the Glory and when he reached it, he noticed that there were nymphs guarding it all around it, so he hid behind a tree and tried to think of a plan.
****
Ginny struggled with all her vampire might to break the rope but nothing would work. She twisted and twirled her ankles and wrists to get out of the tight knot but they would only tighten.
"Don't struggle, it'll only make it worse," said one on the nymphs mockingly as they walked past. Ginny hissed at her and showed off her sharp fangs that the nymphs feared so much. She scurried away with a quick shriek of alarm.
Ginny sighed. What would happen next? This little adventure was too much for a young witch/vampire. She couldn't tolerate it. First the Indian tribe and the engagement, then the running away, then first visit to Plymouth, then the Pit of Despair in the Mahanett tribe, then back to Plymouth, and now the nymphs. Whatever next?
Ginny closed her eyes in order to fight a tear away that protested and wrestled to get out. She gave up and opened her soft chocolate eyes. She looked up and saw that a blonde nymph was walking towards her in a catwalk style and it stopped to her right. Ginny glared at it.
"A bit lonely?" she asked with an evil and a smug tone in er voice.
Ginny once again showed her fangs off with a hiss, but this nymph was a brave one, and didn't even flinch. "Stubborn are we? Well we'll see how you feel after this!" she said and raised her hand that had been behind her back. In her fist was a silver knife that shone in the sinking sun. Ginny bit her lower lip and closed her eyes.
She felt pain in her upper right arm, just below her shoulder as the knife slowly dug into her skin and slowly worked its way down to her elbow, where it stopped. Ginny screamed a high-pitched scream as she felt the pain. Then she opened her eyes and saw a straight crimson line of delicious- looking blood on her arm.
"Bon appetite," the nymph said and walked away, chuckling. Ginny kept her eyes plastered to the thick layer of blood on her arm, and gave into temptation. Being a vampire, she loved blood, and being a half-vampire, she didn't need it as much, but enjoyed it like chocolate. She wasn't in danger that she'd become a full-vampire, for she was drinking her own blood, but if the same vampire as the one that bit her first would finish her off, she would be in deep trouble.
"Stop sucking your blood and let me untie your ropes quickly," a voice said to her left. Ginny opened her eyes and was ready to attack the disturber but when she looked at the 'disturber', Ginny realised that this particular nymph was helping her. She was loosening her ankles and then quickly went to her wrists.
The sun was down and all the nymphs were sleeping except this one. She was on guard that night, Ginny supposed, as there was always one on the watch when everyone was sleeping. "What. . .the. . .hell?" Ginny asked suspiciously and the nymph smiled up at her.
"I am Deborah, and I was human once. Many centuries ago I was captured, much like you have, by the nymphs. I was sixteen years old, just reached womanhood, and they took me as I swam in the beautiful lake. They made me a nymph and I know how you are suffering, and that is all you need to know for now," she said,
"OK. . .I'm-" Ginny started.
"Virginia. I know. The nymphs have watched you with the man that came here before you. Draco, I believe?"
"Yeah. Why are you helping me?" Ginny asked Deborah as her wrists were loose.
"Because I do not want you to go through the same thing as I did," Deborah explained and stood up straight again. "I only loosened the knots so you can remove your hands from it, but you must look as if you are tied up until someone comes up with a plan to get you out of here, whether it is you, I, or Draco. Understand?" Ginny nodded, and Deborah sat down under the tree that Ginny was tied to, and started treating her own wounds from the rope.
Ginny could smell the blood in Deborah's wounds, but she fought the temptation to bite her.
"Er, Deborah?" Ginny started.
"Uh-huh?"
"Could you move over there for a second?" she asked, or more like begged. "Your blood smells so nice," she sighed out of her lips that were hungry for blood. Now that she had tasted blood, she could not get enough of it. It was simply paradise.
"Oh yes, I am terribly sorry. I forgot that you were a vampire." Deborah moved to the next tree. "Is that better?" she asked. "Can you still smell it?"
"A vampire can smell blood from miles away, but it's better. Just watch your back, OK?" Ginny pleaded, not wanting to hurt even a fly.
"Alright," Deborah chuckled.
Ginny thought once more of Draco and what he could be doing on that very moment as she had for the most of the days with the nymphs. Was he thinking of a plan or was he just plain careless about all that concerned her? Ginny didn't know. She never would. She didn't understand him and she knew why everyone who wasn't in Slytherin detested him so much. She had never had a good look before America and now she knew that everyone hated him because he was confusing and incomprehensible.
Ginny found herself feeling pity for the guy. Sure, he had many friends like Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Marcus Flint had become a very close friend of his the past few years, although he had graduated, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and a lot more that Ginny didn't know the names of. But she had heard of dishonest words that these 'friends' had spoken, the betrayals they had purposely done, the deviousness and the wickedness. It was simply inconceivable.
Ginny sighed. Little did she know that outside the Glory was a certain silver haired boy was making out a plan to get into the magnificent Glory of the nymphs to save a certain fiery haired girl. . .
A/N: OK that chapter finally up!! Please review!!! I luv them!!! I luuuuuuuv long reviews! ; )
So what's gonna happen next? Eh? Stay tuned and find out!! : P
