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Author Notes: Review responses...
Listona: I won't loose sight of the DM/HG later on. It's really important to the plot I have all planed out.
IceCristal: Yeah, I got kinda sick of Mynee always being the same in every fic I read.
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Chapter Three - Fight in the Forest
Poppy Pomfrey left Dumbledore's office after several hours of trying to get him to politely make Hermione leave the school. The episode earlier had completely shaken her and she had decided that it was unsafe for a Vampyre, a teenage one at that, to be walking the schools.
Dumbledore had remained adamant in his views that Hermione was not dangerous unless she was hungry and that she had every right to attend school. He had decided that it would be best not to tell the almost hysterical medi-witch that Hermione would be hungry twice a day for about a month then once a day.
Poppy Pomfrey had been far from convinced and had openly voiced her opinions. If even the smallest thing happened that could endanger the rest of the students, she thought that Hermione should be kicked out of the school and left to fend for herself. All of the motherly tenderness and love was gone in the medi-witch for the newly changed Vampyre.
Mynee lay curled up in her narrow hospital bed her head buried underneath a thin pillow. She was so tired, but the aching gnawing hunger in her belly was keeping her awake. Why did she feel as if the very blood in her veins was being burnt into nothingness?
She groaned quietly and drew her head out from beneath the pillow. Slowly she moved into a sitting position, and then swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet touched the freezing stone floor and goose pimples erupted over her flesh.
Mynee sighed quietly and quickly shifted her weight onto her feet. She straightened the white, relatively tight, triangle cut, white night dress which had bunched up around her thighs down and ran a hand slowly through her unruly reddish brown hair.
She took several shaky steps and then walked quickly over to the nearest shut window. She knew several legends about Vampires and wondered if they applied to her kind. She opened up the window and promptly stuck her head out into the warm summer air. Could she fly? Could she transport herself places with only the aid of her mind?
Could her body heal itself up within seconds of injury? She closed her eyes and pictured herself by the Lake. She did not feel any change in the temperature or the stone beneath her feet and slowly opened her eyes. She was still in the Hospital Wing. One down, two to go. Mynee looked out the opened window and then down at the ground.
The soft grass was about thirty feet below her. If she could not fly, she would be pretty broken up when she hit the ground. She shoved the thought out of her head and simply leaned too far out the window and started to fall. She felt rather stupid as she outstretched her arms and flapped then a few times.
To say the least, it did not work. She hit the ground with a painful thud and the sickening crack of shattered bones. She lay motionless in the grass, such agony running through her body that she could not breathe. She did not know who long she lay there, but a remarkable feeling over took her battered body.
Her broken bones began to knit back together and her muscles were built back up again. Mynee gasped in surprise. So Vampyres could heal themselves in seconds, like Vampires could. Slowly, she pushed herself up onto her knees, a smile on her lips.
Suddenly, the hunger that had plagued her in the Hospital Wing came back with a vicious claw. She gasped quietly and pressed her hands against her belly, a soft whimper on her lips. Her super sensitive ears picked up the sound of a humanoid creature about a mile into the Forbidden Forest and she was up and running.
To anyone looking out a window looking out of a window in Hogwarts, they would have seen her heavily bent over at the waist and running extremely quickly in the direction of the forest.
Hagrid looked out of the window of his little hut and was surprised with what he saw. What looked like a teenage black tree elf was loping towards the forest. Those kinds of elves feasted on the flesh of unicorns, especially young foals.
He thought that he had killed all of them several years ago when the leader of the resident tribe had murdered almost all of one of the two herds of unicorns. He put his bucket sized cup of tea down onto the table and went over to the door.
Leaning against the wall was a massive crossbow and a quiver of bolts. He shouldered the quiver and opened the door. Mynee crouched behind a leafy bush; her normally cinnamon eyes a frighteningly bloody crimson.
A wood faerie was sitting innocently at the base of a tree, her legs crossed. If Mynee had not been in the midst of a blood hunger, she would have been amazed by the light blue, translucent, lightly veined wings fluttering slowly at the faerie's back and by the skin tight dress made out of leaf fragments tied together with tiny slivers of moss.
Her feet were a peculiar sight, they were extremely narrow and instead of having toes, the ends of her feet went down to something that looked like a slightly unfurled fern. The faerie was about the size of twelve year old and Mynee could actually hear the blood pounding in the creature's veins.
She took in a deep breath and shot up from behind the bush. Just as she lunged at the unsuspecting being, something long and sharp pierced her shoulder and knocked her askew. A hiss of pain escaped her lips as she hit the ground.
The faerie jumped up from her sitting position and ran quickly away, too afraid to use her wings. A large hulking figure erupted out of the gloom between the trees and Mynee's nose was filled with the smell of human blood.
She was rather surprised that she had not sensed someone coming, but at that moment she could careless. She may have lost one victim, but the one who had frightened her dinner away was her new prey.
She roughly ripped the bolt from her shoulder, ignored the pain welling up like a rabid dog on crack. She flipped herself off of her belly and onto her feet, crouching down low. She circled the large man, her mind driving her to attack, kill, and feed.
She needed to quench the thirst that was threatening to overtake her completely. Through the bloody haze that had over taken her vision, she did not recognize the man she was stalking. He raised his crossbow and pointed it at her chest, but he was not fast enough.
Mynee lunged at the Food in front of her before the Food could shoot her with the chunk of wood. She grabbed his head in her clawed hands and rammed her fangs into the pulsating vein going up the side of the Food's neck, giving it's brain oxygen rich blood.
What she did not know, was that the Food had told the others at the big stone thing outside the forest that it though there was a black tree elf roaming the forest and that they should come out as soon as possible because they could not be killed by just bolts alone.
Hagrid ran out of the trees and skidded to a halt when he saw Hermione Granger sprawled on the loamy earth, a bolt, the bolt he shot, protruding from her shoulder. Black blood was blossoming onto the virginal white night gown and onto the pale curves of her breasts that her clothing revealed.
Suddenly, she ripped the bolt out of her shoulder, more of the pitch colored liquid staining her skin and attire. Then she was up on her bare feet and circling him slowly. She looked the same as she had when she had left for the summer, except for two very small circular scars on her neck and the vivid crimson eyes that never moved from the main vein on his neck, even as she moved around him.
He had raised his crossbow to shoot another bolt at the ground in front of her, and then she lunged at him. Hagrid felt something very sharp pierce his neck and let out a loud yell of pain. Something was very wrong here, something very, very wrong.
The teachers heard a yell echo in the forest ahead of them and Dumbledore quickened the pace.
"I'm not sure if all of you know, but Hagrid has spotted a Black Tree Elf prowling about. All of you remember what happened a few years ago...A single elf can wipe out all of the unicorns in the forest...We must hurry, that sounded like..."
The teachers had just come into the small clearing where Mynee and Hagrid were. Hagrid was lying on the ground, pretty much motionless, and Mynee was crouched over his head, her mouth working as she slowly drained his body of its blood. Her mind was too fixated on feeding that she did not notice the group of about six adults staring at her in mixed terror and fascination.
Dumbledore raised his wand and pointed it right at Mynee. "Expelliarmus!" He shouted and a jet of red light shot out of the tip of his wand and hit her in the head.
She flew away from Hagrid's motionless body and hit a tree. An angry hiss escaped her as she hopped onto her feet, one hand cradling the back of her head which was oozing black blood.
"De tapt meg min middag" She hissed, her crimson eyes filled with anger.
Before the very eyes of all present, the hole in her shoulder sealed up and the almost steady flow of darkness ceased. Mynee drew her hand away from her head and advanced on the teachers. Minerva quietly translated to the rest of the teachers, her eyes wide.
"She said, 'you lost me my dinner.' Oh my...Is that...Is her blood black?"
Mynee's red eyes some how drew all the teacher's draw to her and the same peculiar language came from her again. "De skader meg ikke, De akkurat drar tilbake til steinborgen og forlater meg alene.."
All the teachers, with the exception of Dumbledore, started to turn away. A heady haze had descended down upon their brains and all they wanted to do as go back to the castle and carry on with whatever tasks they had been doing before they had been called away. But Dumbledore's strong voice cut through the clouds in the minds and they all returned to his sides.
"Don't listen to her! She is affecting your minds. She needs to be stupefied, but one will not do it. On three we will need to do it together. One, two, three!"
Seven jets of green light shot out of their wands and combined together to form a thick rope. Mynee saw the beam and just as she was about to dodge, her rational mind kicked into gear. In a split second she realized that she had almost killed Hagrid and that the teacher's were trying to subdue her.
She returned her weight to both her feet and let the ferociously strong beam of power hit her right in the dead center of her unbeating chest. A high pitched cry of pain erupted from her and she dropped to her knees, then with the grace only immortals can posses, crumpled to her side.
Snape strode toward the Vampyre's prone form after a nod from Dumbledore and scooped her up into his arms. There was a disgusted sneer on his face as he was forced to get her black blood all over his already dark clothing.
He rapidly left the clearing to drop the unconscious girl off in the Hospital Wing. Once Snape was gone, Minerva levitated Hagrid and floated him off to his house. Poppy glared at Dumbledore, her usually soft brown eyes flashing dangerously.
"What did I tell you Albus? She is dangerous! If we hadn't gotten here when we did, she would have killed Hagrid! She must not be allowed to study here anymore! She will maul and most likely murder the students!"
"Enough Poppy! I will not tolerate your dark feelings against Miss Granger! Simply because she is different does not mean she is any less of a person then you or me. I do not wish to hear anymore of your prejudice against Vampyres Poppy." Albus had been speaking in a low tone, but the clearing was reverberating with his words like he had been shouting.
The remaining teachers all looked surprised with the pronouncement of what Hermione was and they all left, with the exception of Poppy. The elderly medi-witch was almost red in the face with anger. She clenched her fists and for the first time since she entered Hogwarts as a teacher she talked back to Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard in all the world.
"Albus she is a killer! She is evil! She will kill the students! What do we tell the parents when the find out their children are dead and they want to close the school? What then Albus? Won't you wish you had listened to me then?"
Albus's eyes narrowed dangerously at her as the customary sparkle left his cold blue eyes. "Poppy, you know I respect you, but you are going too far. No creature is evil by nature. They cannot help how they were made. It is not Miss Granger's fault that she was attacked and changed. She has every right to attend school like a regular human. Until you can realize that, I ask you to stay in your wing. Good night Poppy."
Dumbledore left the clearing, leaving a furiously trembling Poppy Pomfrey alone in the Forbidden Forrest at night.
Um...This chapter doesn't really seem to have much of a point, but it does! Just showing how the teachers start to fear Mynee and show Poppy starting to go a bit wacky. I have a question I wouldn't mind any of you wonderful reviewers to answer for me. Should Poppy convert the other teachers into fearing and hating Mynee and should Mynee try to kill Ginny in a later chapter? Please answer!
Your Lord and Master,
Foamy the Squirrel