*disclaimer* You know I don't own Harry Potter...I'm just stealing them for
my own and all of your amusement.
*other crap* Ya know, we still haven't got to thirty reviews yet. We'll get there though. Okay, so review number thirty gets their name up here and so does the person who can tell me what Mynee's name is when she's under the glamour. There's an almost smut scene in this chapter. Nothing actually happens, just Mynee seducing someone. So if this offends you I'm terribly sorry and just email me at www.whitemagicwicca@yahoo.com for the cleaner version of this chapter. Now, time for reviews!
AmericanDemon: Right, but when she's not lusting for blood they look like normal canines. They only extend when she's really hungry or thinks about feeding. I'm a girl and I can't believe you at it! It was a bloody zombie! Now you're a zombie! EEEK! Hmm...Ya see, Harry's captain of Gryffindor's team so he'd just be like 'Go away Bunny' and she'd be like 'What the hell? I wanna try out.' Harry: 'Back off bitch.' Hermione, just to annoy Harry before she runs away: 'I killed Voldie and yoooou didn't!' I think she might join up with Hufflepuff if she joins up with any one...Just to be different. By the way, I totally LOVE your reviews!
Aimee: All Vampyres learn the same language when they change, I'm not gonna tell you yet cause you'll find out in two or three chapters time. I wish he would, but he's sadly rather important to the plot, so he can't die...Yet. Well, as you find out in this chapter, Ron doesn't really hate Mynee all that much. But yeah, Ginny hates Mynee anyway cause she's a little poo.
Nataku19: Thanks!
Dracowar: I will, I will.
Honey Mocha Citrus: This chappie's even more graphic...Not horribly so, but I didn't like writing a part of it...*shudders slightly*
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Date With Death, Chapter Six
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The rest of the train ride did not last long and Mynee was left completely alone. She spent the trip staring moodily out the
window, imagining bloody and gruesome deaths on pretty much everyone on the train, herself included. She sighed softly as
the train came to a juddering halt. People suddenly stampeded outside of her door and she sighed quietly. It was time to go
reassert herself with the rest of humanity. The rest of humanity? She was not even human...She deposited her music player back
into her ever present satchel and slowly got to her feet. She slid the compartment's cloudy glass door open and let her body be
taken away in the flood of people trying to get towards the exits. It did not take long for her to stumble out of the train onto the
platform, immediately starting to shiver. Why did it seem like it was always raining in Scotland, if not all out, just a constant
dribbling that made the days seem so dreary? A slight groan came from Mynee's mouth as she walked towards the horseless
carriages. She did not notice that they were no longer horseless until she was about to pitch her body into one. A horrified
squeak came from her as she watched the horse-like creature pulling her carriage shift about slightly. What in the hell was that
thing? It looked like it had stepped right out of a child's particularly gruesome nightmare. She quickly ripped her eyes away
from the violet hued creature and burrowed herself in a corner of her carriage, glaring at everyone went by as if challenging them
to enter. One person, actually three, was brave enough to fight her glares to enter the small space. Harry, Ron, and what do ya
know, Ginny the ever present girlfriend of Harry, arranged themselves around her on the thing seats. Ginny sate beside Mynee,
an evil glint her plain brown eyes.
"Hello Bunny, did you have a lovely summer?" The red haired girl's voice was overlaid with contempt as she took in the
Vampyre's haggard appearance.
Mynee's glare intensified as her reddish eyes darkened by several hues. Her hands clenched in her lap as she leant her head
close to Ginny.
"I'm sure you already know how my summer was and don't call me Bunny, you'll get a foot up your ass and be tossed into the
Lake."
Ginny giggled, which can be an annoying sound when it's high pitched, and looked at Harry and Ron. Mynee leaned away until
her back hit the cushioned wood behind her as Harry smirked towards her.
"Why don't you want her to call you Bunny, Bunny? I would have thought you'd be proud of that nickname." He drawled.
"Yeah, you did some brilliant things to get it Bunny, I'd be proud if it was mine." Ron murmured. Not matter how much Harry
hated her, he would always feel something for the girl he first kissed. He would never be able to loathe her like Harry did, he
did not even understand it. But he would be loyal to the Boy Who Lived and pretend to hate Hermione Granger. Mynee's eyes
flared angrily at their words, fighting then need to seriously hurt them.
"Shut your fucking faces you stupid fucking assholes. No one is allowed to bloody well call me that fucked up name. Shut the
hell up and leave me the hell alone." Her voice came out in a menacing hiss. She really could not deal with them. She was
freaking hungry and she could actually see their throbbing jugulars, so filled with the heady, live giving ambrosia that she
needed to survive.
It did not seem to register on the other three occupants of the carriage that Mynee's eyes had changed to a deep, bloody
crimson and that her lips seemed to be caught on something in her mouth.
"Oh come on Bunny, we all know how much you liked your Uncle's touch..."
Ginny Weasley did not get to finish her sentence. What she had said had brought back enough painful, disgusting, and
degrading memories. She threw her body at Ginny, knocking the girl back against the window. Mynee's lips drew back from her
teeth, revealing her sharp, glistening, extending canines. The girl beneath her gasped and the two boys were too shocked to
stop what was going on.
"Middagtid mitt kjæledyr." She whispered sweetly, a frightening noise coming from a hungry Vampyre. She lowered her mouth to
pulsating vein beneath Ginny's flesh, then broke the skin. The moment the thick, salty, red liquid entered her mouth, the misty
redness that had been accumulating around the corners of her vision cleared and the gnawing her belly disappeared. She had
been feeding off Ginny Weasley for only ten or fifteen seconds when one of the boys came out of their shock and ripped
Mynee's body off of her. That probably was not a smart thing to do because her fangs ripped the girl's flesh, causing more
blood to spurt. Mynee wiped away any excess blood from her lips and turned still red eyes, now enraged, upon Harry and Ron.
"Hvordan mot De..." She screeched angrily.
It took her a moment to realize that these two, three including the terrified and quite conscious Ginny, would have many
questions about her new nature. Before bone numbing panic could settle in, instinct kicked in and she began to croon softly to
them.
"De hus nichts. De ikke siktet en ting ut av det vanlige."
The three's knitted brows smoothed as their eyes became pleasantly dull. Mynee held them in her power for a few more minutes,
heavily overlaying their brains with the message that nothing was wrong. When their carriage came to a halt she drew whatever
magic she just used on them away and soaked it back into her flesh. The moment it was gone, they snapped out of their dazes
and looked at her with untrusting faces. Though they could not remember what happened now, the walls she had put up around
the memory of her feeding could not be broken now, if they could actually locate the fragment and wear down the metaphorical
brick and mortar, they would remember. She smiled sweetly to them, ignoring the angry voice within her screaming for her to rip
their throats out an feast on their rich blood. Just as she left the carriage, she cast a discreet healing charm Ginny's neck and a
cleaning charm on her robes and flesh. She left before they could even start to move and hurried to the Great Hall, ignoring
anyone and everyone she bumped into or those who tried to speak to her.
Mynee found a place for herself at the very end of the Gryffindor table, right near the big doors. She would be well
ignored here and she might be able to eat a little food in peace before people started asking her how her summer was or why
she was not sitting with Ron and Harry. Whenever someone asked her that, she could not help but wonder if they were one of
the more brainless people on the earth. Had not they seen those two publicly say that they hated her and that they were in no
way her friend? She shook her head slowly and fixed her eyes on the Head Table. Hagrid was there and was looking right at
her. She forced a slight smile to come onto her face and he quickly looked away, like he was afraid of her or something.
'Of course he's afraid of me,' she thought darkly, 'I nearly killed him last...Goddess, last night...'
That was hard for her to come to terms with and she let her eyes drop to the dully gleaming gold plate in front of her. She just
wanted the feast to end so she could go up to her room and sleep. She wanted to forget about the gnawing ache deep inside of
her belly, the need to lash out at the nearest human and feed and feed and feed until the insatiable hunger was gone. But, of
course, she could not go kill whenever the thought tickled her that would make her akin to Voldemort. If that ever happened she
would take the liberty of killing herself so she could save the Wizarding world from another insane, power crazed murderess.
Dumbledore started talking, but his words did not register in Mynee's ears. She just kept staring and trying to will away the pain
of an empty belly. Ginny's blood had done little to quell the burning need for blood. If anything, it had only intensified the
desire for the hot, nutrient packed liquid that she would do anything...She quickly pulled herself away from those thoughts. She
had nearly lost control there. It was so tempted to lunge at the Fourth year beside her and simply drain his body of its blood
like she was squeezing an orange. But humans were not oranges and the moment she let herself see them as such she was
nothing better then a bloodsucking monster. A nasty voice in the back of her head told her that even if she did not see them as
oranges, they would always see her as nothing more then a disgusting, blood drinking monster that would murder them all in a
heart beat. Mynee angrily pushed the voice away, telling it she would be able to convince some people she had a heart and she
was not a monster, at least that's what she hoped she would be able to do. Food appeared on the long table before and she
quickly covered half of her plate in garlic mashed potatoes. The other half was dominated in a very rare steak that appeared to
have only been lightly cooked on the outside. If Harry, Ron, or Ginny could even remember the episode in the carriage, the sight
of the garlic mashed potatoes would banish any thought of her being a Vampire in their minds. She snorted softly and slowly
ate her dinner, concentrating on the solid food before her, silently pining for the liquid beating in everyone else's veins.
The feast was over soon and Mynee, being the Gryffindor Prefect, gathered the thirteen First years and the rest of her
house. She forced a bright smile on her lips as she looked down at the First years.
"Great job on making Gryffindor." She raised her voice so everyone else could hear her. "Hello all, I'm Hermione Granger. Please
follow me. Keep close First years as we travel up the stairs, they like to move." She led everyone up to the portrait of the Fat
Lady. "The password is carne lote."
The portrait opened and all the Gryffindors filed in. She waited until the hallway was empty, then let the fake smile drop from her
face. Smiling was overrated in her mind, everyone should just scowl and glare all the time. It was much easier that way. She
slowly trudged towards the portrait that would eventually lead her to her bed and muttered the password at it when she finally
got there. When Mynee entered the Prefect's common room she saw Padma and Hannah both fawning madly over Malfoy. She
snorted softly, making her presence known.
"Nice choice of whores for the night Malfoy. Big tits, arse, and fluff for brains. Everything a guy wants..." Her voice was cold and
filled with venom.
The two girls tried once again to glare at her, but she simply smiled sweetly to them and walked in the direction of the stares.
"You know Granger, you could be my whore for a while...Your body isn't that bad."
She started to laugh nastily and turned around, her reddish cinnamon eyes humorless.
"Despite the ever so tempting offer Malfoy, no girl in their right mind would want to be your whore, even for a moment."
"And why would that be dear mudblood?"
Mynee gritted her teeth at that old name. "Well, let's just say you're not as...loaded as the gossip in the girl's loos say you are."
She flicked her reddish hair over her shoulder, another sweet, yet cold smile settling itself on her full lips.
Malfoy's brow flicked together as he rose to his feet, dislodging Hannah who had been sitting on his lap.
"What? That's bullshit...How the hell would you ever have been able to see..."
"I don't think I should disclose the information to you. In some minds that might not be your only attractive features, I suppose
some girls might be drawn to your looks, but I wouldn't be surprised if your uncouth and offensive demeanor turns them away.
Goodnight Malfoy, have fun with your two whores."
"We're not whores!" Piped up Padma, her brown eyes angry.
"You aren't? I must be mistaken then, aren't you two and Parkinson the resident Hogwarts whores? You two alone have shagged
most of the Six and Seventh years. You must have just been sleeping in their beds with them. Not doing anything that would
make your grandmother's turn in their graves, my mistake." Her voice had a quality to it like an adult's has when they are talking
to a small child. She smirked nastily to the trio in the common room and went up to her bedroom, a foul mood brewing.
Mynee shimmied out of her clothing, leaving it on the floor by her bed, then dove beneath the covers. The heating spell
kicked into place and within seconds she was surrounded in a delicious heat that was quickly lulling her to sleep. Her other
belly, the one that devoured blood, was aching painfully, willing her to get up and go kill the three in the common room. It
would be so easy, no one would care...She shook her head quickly under all of the blankets and forced herself to ignore the
hunger for the time being. She knew she would have to feed a lot the next day if she did not want to go on a mad killing spree
and murder half the school. A slight smirk attached itself to her lips as she thought of taking the lives of seven particular people.
A quiet sigh came from her as she as she made herself let go of her thoughts and let herself drift into a semi-pleasant sleep with
not so pleasant dreams.
Mynee was standing in the middle of a bland, colorless plain. There was no wind and the air had a certain, cloying smell
to it. It was the smell of death, a rotting body. She immediately felt like she was going to be sick and clamped a hand over her
rolling belly. She tried to breathe out of her mouth so she would not be forced to smell too much of the fetid air. She reached
into one of the pockets of her robe for her wand and was surprised to find that she was not wearing her customary robes, but a
simple, floor length white night gown. The shoulder straps were thick and blocky and the neckline barely came below the mole
about three inches beneath her collar bone. She did not have her wand and was not wearing what she had gone to sleep in. Her
hands clenched on either side of her as she surveyed her settings. As far as her eyes could see in every direction there was flat
nothingness, no mountains or trees anywhere. A sudden breeze picked up out of nowhere, forcing her to take a few deep
breathes of the fusty air. Her thick hair was brought up on the wind so it flew behind her head, making her look like some
ancient heroine about to vanquish evil...in a virginal white nightgown. A figure materialized out of the air and stood before her.
Thick extremely straight red hair tumbled down the woman's shoulders to well below her bum. Her skin was deathly pale and
her black eyes sad. A creamy dress clung to her well curved form and fell to the ground, shielding her legs and feet from view.
The woman looked right at Mynee, urgency in her hues.
"My child, we need your help..."
Mynee looked up at her, confusion written in her own cinnamon hues.
"I don't understand! Where am I? Who are you? Why do you need my help? Why aren't I in my bed?"
"I am Tari..." A look of extreme pain crossed the woman's face and black blood blossomed on the front of her light colored
dress. There was no visible wound, but from the amount of liquid pumping out of her, it must have hit something major. Mynee
gasped quietly and took a step towards her.
"We must get you to a hospital Tari! You'll die very soo..." She stopped talking an looked in horror as the woman's form erupted
into a corona of vivid purple and red flames, her body burning quickly.
"Help..." Came her feeble words before her form was reduced to smoldering ashes. That strange breeze came again, picking up
the ashes and bearing them away. Mynee gasped in horror...
...And sat up in her bed. Sweat had drenched the thin camisole and soft shorts she had donned before going to bed and
her blankets were in a twisted heap at the foot of her bed. She slowly ran her fingers through her tangled hair, trying
unsuccessfully to get her rapid breathing under control. Slowly, her hearing came back and there were muffled groans and sighs
coming from the room that adjoined to her bathroom. Her door was ajar slightly, and the noises strained through the walls and
tickled her ears. Her dream on hold for a second, a look of disgust coming across Mynee's face, if Malfoy was going to shag
every girl above the age of sixteen in the castle, he should at least cast a few silencing charms so she did not have to hear it.
She got out of the sweaty mess she had made her bed and quickly shut and locked her door. If he was not going to put
silencing charms on, she would. At least they would block out all of the noise outside of her room, as well as that being made
within. After the spells were in place and blessed silence had taken hold of her room, she looked dubiously at her bed. Mynee
doubted she would be able to go back to sleep after that dream. There was something strangely familiar about that woman, as if
she had seen her once or twice a long, long time ago. Just as she was about to switch the bedding on her bed, agonizing
hunger hit her, making her drop to her knees. It felt like the blood in her veins was boiling, devouring what little mortal blood
was left in her. Her belly grumbled loudly, craving. It was too much, she had to feed and soon. She got up and pulled the small
camisole off her head and threw it onto her bed, where her shorts ended up moments later. She dragged a simple set of black
robes out of her armoire and threw them on over a simple black dress with a plunging neckline. There were little red flecks on
the obsidian fabric that could be mistaken for blood on first glance. The clasp, which kept them on, was an ancient Celtic
symbol of protection, with a single emerald in the center. Mynee cast a few quick spells on herself, brushing out her hair and a
simple glamour so she would not be recognized, then left her bedroom, her wand in the inner pocket of her robes. If she could
not feed in the school, she would go out to Hogsmeade and feed there.
An hour later, Mynee was in the Bloody Boar, a seedy tavern in the unsavory part of the seemingly quaint little town. There
were a number of prostitutes lounging around the room, watching each person who entered. She just laughed quietly and
looked around the room. The room was quite filled with people, and their auras made a sea of bright colors. She did not want to
kill an innocent person, the very thought stabbed her inner being, so she began to peruse the auras like a person at a
supermarket looking for the best piece of meat. Sitting in the very back of the tavern, was a very, very, dark aura. It was such a
dark red it was nearly black, sign of someone who had done some very bad things in their life. She quickly delved her probe
into their mind, just to check their gender, and was relieved to find them to be a he. The agonizing hunger hit her yet again and
she nearly doubled over on her barstool, fighting the need to lunge at the nearest person, innocent or not. When the worst of it
had passed, Mynee rose form her chair. Her robe had been deposited at the door and the short dress she was wearing revealed
her long legs and the alluring curve of her cleavage. She had made sure that the glamour she had cast upon herself gave her the
appearance of a stunningly gorgeous woman with long black tresses and vivid orange eyes the glowed with her own internal
flame, a sign to the very few who would be able to recognize her as something other then human. She walked slowly over to the
man in the corner, a goblet of rich wine in one slender hand. She knew the man was watching her and so she forced a slight
smile on her face, the ends of her mouth barely upturned. When she got to his table, she inclined her head slightly, a few thick
curls falling around her face.
"Excuse me Sir, but do you mind if I join you? We appear to be the only ones without some form of company." Her voice was
lilting and musical with a slight accent that hinted that she was from a far away place.
The man turned his head up to her light fell across his face. Blond hair laced with barely noticeable grey fell to his shoulders
and a bare of steel eyes looked up to her. This was none other then Lucius Malfoy, envoy of the Dark Lord who had somehow
escaped Azkaban. Mynee fought the need to take her wand out and kill him there, keeping the slight smile on her face. Malfoy
Sr. took in the woman before him, surprised at how young she looked. She could not have been more then twenty, but then
again, women as young at sixteen had come to him for company so she did not seem all that young to him. He smiled warmly
up to her, showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth.
"Please do Miss, I would be delighted to have you grace my presence."
She smiled sweetly to him and sat down in the chair beside him. She rested her goblet on the table, ignoring how much the dark
red wine looked like the blood pounding in the man's blood beside her. Mynee turned her deep orange eyes up to him, only
charming innocence shining in her hues.
"I'm Arddun en' Linae. May I inquire to your name Sir?" One of her hands was resting in her lap, the other resting between her
thigh and his.
He smiled to her, leaning his face close to hers. "Lucius Malfoy, a pleasure too meet you Miss Linae." He took the hand close to
his thigh and planted a soft kiss on the back of it. She made a soft blush rise to the tops of her pale cheeks and inclined her
head to him.
"Mister Malfoy, please, call me Arddun."
"Only if you call me Lucius."
"Yes Mist...Lucius."
For a very long half an hour, they talked quietly. Lucius had his eyes on Mynee's visible cleavage, his eyes rarely looking
to her own. She did not mind this, considering she was blatantly flirting with him. On the outside she appeared to be having a
wonderful time, but on the inside she felt disgusted with herself. She was flirting with a man old enough to be her father, a man
who had killed hundreds of innocent muggles like herself. The thought made her angry, but alongside the anger in her was the
sense that she was revenging all the innocence this man had soiled. Very soon, his corpse would be lying in a room upstairs or
in a dark alley way, where hopefully no one would ever find him. After Mynee had answered a blatant sexual innuendo she
decided this had been going on long enough and leaned across the small gap between their faces. She simply pressed her soft
lips against his own thin ones, feeling his teeth behind him. He stiffened slightly at her gesture, and then quickly wrapped a
hand around her neck, cupping the back of her head, bringing her mouth harder against his. He ran his tongue over her lips,
seeking entrance to the warm cave of her mouth. She obediently opened her mouth, and his thin tongue whipped into her mouth,
memorizing it. She forced herself to moan quietly and lean farther into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck so she could
run her fingers through his hair. At some point during the kiss she had intentionally shifted so she was quite suddenly sitting on
his lap. Malfoy Sr. quite liked having her weight atop him as one of his hands ran down her back, down to the middle of her
thigh where her dress had ridden up to. The moment his hand touched the bare flesh of her leg, Mynee pulled away, her lips
bruised by the intensity of his kisses. She made her breath throaty and hoarse with seemingly barely contained lust.
"Lucius, it is time I retired to my room upstairs." There was a forced gleam in her eyes, she obviously inviting him up with her.
He smirked and he let her get of his lap. He offered his arm to her and she rested her hand lightly on the black fabric of his shirt.
"Let me walk you up to your room Arddun. It is not safe for a lady to be alone in this place."
He walked her through the crowded room, up the stairs, and to the hallway with several doors off of it. Mynee silently thanked
the Goddess that she had actually rented a room, just in case she did have to lure her prey up to a room so she could feed.
Malfoy Sr. let go of her arm while she took the old iron key out from the gloom between her breasts and unlocked the door.
The room within was damp, dusty, and did not smell all that wonderful. It did not seem to matter to him. The moment the
door was open; he pushed inside and shut it behind them. The key dropped from her hand when he grabbed her 'round the
waist and pulled her body full against his. His lips met hers with a bruising quality as one of his hands roamed over her back.
Her hands automatically went to his neck, her crimson fingernails running through his hair, massaging his scalp. It was taking all
of Mynee's self control to keep herself from vomiting at his touch. She knew she was going to have to scrub herself raw to get
the feeling of his fingers off of her. As he was lustily kissing her, he was bearing her back against the bed. The moment the
backs of her calves met the bed, he ripped the black dress from her frame. Anger thundered in her mind as she stood in front of
a man in just her knickers for the first time. His steely eyes widened appreciatively as one of his hands raised and touched the
pale curve of her breast. His fingers traced the generous curve, touching her hardened nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra.
A hiss came from her and then he shoved her onto the bed. He crouched above her, still fully clothed, and Mynee knew this was
her chance. Her eyes, despite the glamour, changed to a pure bloody crimson and she flipped them over so she straddling his
waist. He looked up at her in surprise and tried to reverse their positions. She smirked darkly, revealing her pair of elongated
canines.
"Uh, uh, uh Lucius, it's your turn to pay for all the lives you've taken. Especially all the innocent muggles you've killed over the
years you were in service of Voldemort. You even tried to kill me! The tables have turned now, you shouldn't Luna. She never
did a thing to you."
Lucius's lust filled eyes glaze over with confusion. "Who are you?" He hissed.
A smirk came across her face as she let her hold on the glamour disappear. His hues widened as he saw a half naked Hermione
Granger above him. He gasped and she quickly shoved his head so his cheek was pressed against the dirty pillow. She looked
down at his rapidly beating jugular, seeing the blood just beneath the surface of his skin. She lowered her head and pierced his
flesh, hot life giving elixir pouring over her lips and down her throat. She drank slowly, enjoying the sweet and salty taste of his
sin filled blood. His blood somehow tasted better then that of Ginny Weasley, maybe it was because he was evil and evil just
tasted better...Mynee drew away after two or so minutes when he was on the verge of death. His eyes were half closed and his
breathing was fast.
"See my sweet? That wasn't so bad, was it? Should I let you die slowly, or should I slit your throat and let what little blood is
left in you stain these sheets forever? What do you think my pet?" A very soft groan came from him. "I'm glad you agree with me,
it'll have to be the latter. She looked around the room until she saw his cane. The stupid wanker had brought that up with him
and had only discarded it when he nearly attacked her after he had shut the door. She got off of him and walked over to it. Her
bare feet slapped quietly against the filthy floor as she walked back. She took the sheath off the knife that was nestled inside
the cane and looked at the faintly gleaming blade.
"Killing you will be so much fun my pet. I wish you had enough blood in you for me to hear you scream, but alas, I needed to
feed...It'll have to be a quick death for you then."
Mynee leaned forward and looked into his eyes. Panic and true fear gleamed in his eyes. A burbling noise came from between
his lips and she acted like she had not hear him whisper, "Mercy," to her pitifully. She pressed the knife blade against his neck
and slowed slid it across his flesh. What little blood she had left in him spluttered out as she sliced the other veins and his
windpipe. She dragged the knife across the two small holes in his neck to hide her mark upon him. It would do her no good if
word got 'round of a Vampyre killing people in the dead of night. She watched as Lucius's life drained out of his eyes then she
quickly plunged the knife into his chest, making it seem like he had been attacked or something. Mynee looked down at her
chest and noticed that there were a few splatters of blood on her pale flesh. She would deal with that later and simply took her
dress of the floor and shrugged into it again. Her wand was in one of the pockets in the skirt now and she put the glamour back
on. A soft smirk crossed her lips as she left the room slightly ajar. As she passed the bar downstairs on her way out, she
dropped the iron key on the wood then left the tavern. She knew that there would be an article in the Daily Prophet very soon
about the death of Lucius Malfoy, and she would be very pleased to know she was the cause of it.
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Translations
(middagtid mitt kjæledyr: dinner time my sweet) (Hvordan mot De: how dare you) (De hus nichts. De ikke siktet en ting ut av det vanlige: you do not remember anything. You did not view a thing out of the ordinary) {Carne lote: red flower)
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Hey everyone, yet another chapter out. This is one the longest chapter so far! I hope everyone enjoyed. I hope the near rape/smut scene did not offend anyone...I didn't really want to write it, but I needed to show that Mynee knew that would be the only way to feed and kill Lucius. Everyone knows he's a bad man and would shag a woman he'd only know for thirty minutes. He'd think she was some whore...Anyway, starting to introduce the plot! Weee!! Review my minions!
Your Lord and Master,
Foamy the Squirrel
*other crap* Ya know, we still haven't got to thirty reviews yet. We'll get there though. Okay, so review number thirty gets their name up here and so does the person who can tell me what Mynee's name is when she's under the glamour. There's an almost smut scene in this chapter. Nothing actually happens, just Mynee seducing someone. So if this offends you I'm terribly sorry and just email me at www.whitemagicwicca@yahoo.com for the cleaner version of this chapter. Now, time for reviews!
AmericanDemon: Right, but when she's not lusting for blood they look like normal canines. They only extend when she's really hungry or thinks about feeding. I'm a girl and I can't believe you at it! It was a bloody zombie! Now you're a zombie! EEEK! Hmm...Ya see, Harry's captain of Gryffindor's team so he'd just be like 'Go away Bunny' and she'd be like 'What the hell? I wanna try out.' Harry: 'Back off bitch.' Hermione, just to annoy Harry before she runs away: 'I killed Voldie and yoooou didn't!' I think she might join up with Hufflepuff if she joins up with any one...Just to be different. By the way, I totally LOVE your reviews!
Aimee: All Vampyres learn the same language when they change, I'm not gonna tell you yet cause you'll find out in two or three chapters time. I wish he would, but he's sadly rather important to the plot, so he can't die...Yet. Well, as you find out in this chapter, Ron doesn't really hate Mynee all that much. But yeah, Ginny hates Mynee anyway cause she's a little poo.
Nataku19: Thanks!
Dracowar: I will, I will.
Honey Mocha Citrus: This chappie's even more graphic...Not horribly so, but I didn't like writing a part of it...*shudders slightly*
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Date With Death, Chapter Six
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The rest of the train ride did not last long and Mynee was left completely alone. She spent the trip staring moodily out the
window, imagining bloody and gruesome deaths on pretty much everyone on the train, herself included. She sighed softly as
the train came to a juddering halt. People suddenly stampeded outside of her door and she sighed quietly. It was time to go
reassert herself with the rest of humanity. The rest of humanity? She was not even human...She deposited her music player back
into her ever present satchel and slowly got to her feet. She slid the compartment's cloudy glass door open and let her body be
taken away in the flood of people trying to get towards the exits. It did not take long for her to stumble out of the train onto the
platform, immediately starting to shiver. Why did it seem like it was always raining in Scotland, if not all out, just a constant
dribbling that made the days seem so dreary? A slight groan came from Mynee's mouth as she walked towards the horseless
carriages. She did not notice that they were no longer horseless until she was about to pitch her body into one. A horrified
squeak came from her as she watched the horse-like creature pulling her carriage shift about slightly. What in the hell was that
thing? It looked like it had stepped right out of a child's particularly gruesome nightmare. She quickly ripped her eyes away
from the violet hued creature and burrowed herself in a corner of her carriage, glaring at everyone went by as if challenging them
to enter. One person, actually three, was brave enough to fight her glares to enter the small space. Harry, Ron, and what do ya
know, Ginny the ever present girlfriend of Harry, arranged themselves around her on the thing seats. Ginny sate beside Mynee,
an evil glint her plain brown eyes.
"Hello Bunny, did you have a lovely summer?" The red haired girl's voice was overlaid with contempt as she took in the
Vampyre's haggard appearance.
Mynee's glare intensified as her reddish eyes darkened by several hues. Her hands clenched in her lap as she leant her head
close to Ginny.
"I'm sure you already know how my summer was and don't call me Bunny, you'll get a foot up your ass and be tossed into the
Lake."
Ginny giggled, which can be an annoying sound when it's high pitched, and looked at Harry and Ron. Mynee leaned away until
her back hit the cushioned wood behind her as Harry smirked towards her.
"Why don't you want her to call you Bunny, Bunny? I would have thought you'd be proud of that nickname." He drawled.
"Yeah, you did some brilliant things to get it Bunny, I'd be proud if it was mine." Ron murmured. Not matter how much Harry
hated her, he would always feel something for the girl he first kissed. He would never be able to loathe her like Harry did, he
did not even understand it. But he would be loyal to the Boy Who Lived and pretend to hate Hermione Granger. Mynee's eyes
flared angrily at their words, fighting then need to seriously hurt them.
"Shut your fucking faces you stupid fucking assholes. No one is allowed to bloody well call me that fucked up name. Shut the
hell up and leave me the hell alone." Her voice came out in a menacing hiss. She really could not deal with them. She was
freaking hungry and she could actually see their throbbing jugulars, so filled with the heady, live giving ambrosia that she
needed to survive.
It did not seem to register on the other three occupants of the carriage that Mynee's eyes had changed to a deep, bloody
crimson and that her lips seemed to be caught on something in her mouth.
"Oh come on Bunny, we all know how much you liked your Uncle's touch..."
Ginny Weasley did not get to finish her sentence. What she had said had brought back enough painful, disgusting, and
degrading memories. She threw her body at Ginny, knocking the girl back against the window. Mynee's lips drew back from her
teeth, revealing her sharp, glistening, extending canines. The girl beneath her gasped and the two boys were too shocked to
stop what was going on.
"Middagtid mitt kjæledyr." She whispered sweetly, a frightening noise coming from a hungry Vampyre. She lowered her mouth to
pulsating vein beneath Ginny's flesh, then broke the skin. The moment the thick, salty, red liquid entered her mouth, the misty
redness that had been accumulating around the corners of her vision cleared and the gnawing her belly disappeared. She had
been feeding off Ginny Weasley for only ten or fifteen seconds when one of the boys came out of their shock and ripped
Mynee's body off of her. That probably was not a smart thing to do because her fangs ripped the girl's flesh, causing more
blood to spurt. Mynee wiped away any excess blood from her lips and turned still red eyes, now enraged, upon Harry and Ron.
"Hvordan mot De..." She screeched angrily.
It took her a moment to realize that these two, three including the terrified and quite conscious Ginny, would have many
questions about her new nature. Before bone numbing panic could settle in, instinct kicked in and she began to croon softly to
them.
"De hus nichts. De ikke siktet en ting ut av det vanlige."
The three's knitted brows smoothed as their eyes became pleasantly dull. Mynee held them in her power for a few more minutes,
heavily overlaying their brains with the message that nothing was wrong. When their carriage came to a halt she drew whatever
magic she just used on them away and soaked it back into her flesh. The moment it was gone, they snapped out of their dazes
and looked at her with untrusting faces. Though they could not remember what happened now, the walls she had put up around
the memory of her feeding could not be broken now, if they could actually locate the fragment and wear down the metaphorical
brick and mortar, they would remember. She smiled sweetly to them, ignoring the angry voice within her screaming for her to rip
their throats out an feast on their rich blood. Just as she left the carriage, she cast a discreet healing charm Ginny's neck and a
cleaning charm on her robes and flesh. She left before they could even start to move and hurried to the Great Hall, ignoring
anyone and everyone she bumped into or those who tried to speak to her.
Mynee found a place for herself at the very end of the Gryffindor table, right near the big doors. She would be well
ignored here and she might be able to eat a little food in peace before people started asking her how her summer was or why
she was not sitting with Ron and Harry. Whenever someone asked her that, she could not help but wonder if they were one of
the more brainless people on the earth. Had not they seen those two publicly say that they hated her and that they were in no
way her friend? She shook her head slowly and fixed her eyes on the Head Table. Hagrid was there and was looking right at
her. She forced a slight smile to come onto her face and he quickly looked away, like he was afraid of her or something.
'Of course he's afraid of me,' she thought darkly, 'I nearly killed him last...Goddess, last night...'
That was hard for her to come to terms with and she let her eyes drop to the dully gleaming gold plate in front of her. She just
wanted the feast to end so she could go up to her room and sleep. She wanted to forget about the gnawing ache deep inside of
her belly, the need to lash out at the nearest human and feed and feed and feed until the insatiable hunger was gone. But, of
course, she could not go kill whenever the thought tickled her that would make her akin to Voldemort. If that ever happened she
would take the liberty of killing herself so she could save the Wizarding world from another insane, power crazed murderess.
Dumbledore started talking, but his words did not register in Mynee's ears. She just kept staring and trying to will away the pain
of an empty belly. Ginny's blood had done little to quell the burning need for blood. If anything, it had only intensified the
desire for the hot, nutrient packed liquid that she would do anything...She quickly pulled herself away from those thoughts. She
had nearly lost control there. It was so tempted to lunge at the Fourth year beside her and simply drain his body of its blood
like she was squeezing an orange. But humans were not oranges and the moment she let herself see them as such she was
nothing better then a bloodsucking monster. A nasty voice in the back of her head told her that even if she did not see them as
oranges, they would always see her as nothing more then a disgusting, blood drinking monster that would murder them all in a
heart beat. Mynee angrily pushed the voice away, telling it she would be able to convince some people she had a heart and she
was not a monster, at least that's what she hoped she would be able to do. Food appeared on the long table before and she
quickly covered half of her plate in garlic mashed potatoes. The other half was dominated in a very rare steak that appeared to
have only been lightly cooked on the outside. If Harry, Ron, or Ginny could even remember the episode in the carriage, the sight
of the garlic mashed potatoes would banish any thought of her being a Vampire in their minds. She snorted softly and slowly
ate her dinner, concentrating on the solid food before her, silently pining for the liquid beating in everyone else's veins.
The feast was over soon and Mynee, being the Gryffindor Prefect, gathered the thirteen First years and the rest of her
house. She forced a bright smile on her lips as she looked down at the First years.
"Great job on making Gryffindor." She raised her voice so everyone else could hear her. "Hello all, I'm Hermione Granger. Please
follow me. Keep close First years as we travel up the stairs, they like to move." She led everyone up to the portrait of the Fat
Lady. "The password is carne lote."
The portrait opened and all the Gryffindors filed in. She waited until the hallway was empty, then let the fake smile drop from her
face. Smiling was overrated in her mind, everyone should just scowl and glare all the time. It was much easier that way. She
slowly trudged towards the portrait that would eventually lead her to her bed and muttered the password at it when she finally
got there. When Mynee entered the Prefect's common room she saw Padma and Hannah both fawning madly over Malfoy. She
snorted softly, making her presence known.
"Nice choice of whores for the night Malfoy. Big tits, arse, and fluff for brains. Everything a guy wants..." Her voice was cold and
filled with venom.
The two girls tried once again to glare at her, but she simply smiled sweetly to them and walked in the direction of the stares.
"You know Granger, you could be my whore for a while...Your body isn't that bad."
She started to laugh nastily and turned around, her reddish cinnamon eyes humorless.
"Despite the ever so tempting offer Malfoy, no girl in their right mind would want to be your whore, even for a moment."
"And why would that be dear mudblood?"
Mynee gritted her teeth at that old name. "Well, let's just say you're not as...loaded as the gossip in the girl's loos say you are."
She flicked her reddish hair over her shoulder, another sweet, yet cold smile settling itself on her full lips.
Malfoy's brow flicked together as he rose to his feet, dislodging Hannah who had been sitting on his lap.
"What? That's bullshit...How the hell would you ever have been able to see..."
"I don't think I should disclose the information to you. In some minds that might not be your only attractive features, I suppose
some girls might be drawn to your looks, but I wouldn't be surprised if your uncouth and offensive demeanor turns them away.
Goodnight Malfoy, have fun with your two whores."
"We're not whores!" Piped up Padma, her brown eyes angry.
"You aren't? I must be mistaken then, aren't you two and Parkinson the resident Hogwarts whores? You two alone have shagged
most of the Six and Seventh years. You must have just been sleeping in their beds with them. Not doing anything that would
make your grandmother's turn in their graves, my mistake." Her voice had a quality to it like an adult's has when they are talking
to a small child. She smirked nastily to the trio in the common room and went up to her bedroom, a foul mood brewing.
Mynee shimmied out of her clothing, leaving it on the floor by her bed, then dove beneath the covers. The heating spell
kicked into place and within seconds she was surrounded in a delicious heat that was quickly lulling her to sleep. Her other
belly, the one that devoured blood, was aching painfully, willing her to get up and go kill the three in the common room. It
would be so easy, no one would care...She shook her head quickly under all of the blankets and forced herself to ignore the
hunger for the time being. She knew she would have to feed a lot the next day if she did not want to go on a mad killing spree
and murder half the school. A slight smirk attached itself to her lips as she thought of taking the lives of seven particular people.
A quiet sigh came from her as she as she made herself let go of her thoughts and let herself drift into a semi-pleasant sleep with
not so pleasant dreams.
Mynee was standing in the middle of a bland, colorless plain. There was no wind and the air had a certain, cloying smell
to it. It was the smell of death, a rotting body. She immediately felt like she was going to be sick and clamped a hand over her
rolling belly. She tried to breathe out of her mouth so she would not be forced to smell too much of the fetid air. She reached
into one of the pockets of her robe for her wand and was surprised to find that she was not wearing her customary robes, but a
simple, floor length white night gown. The shoulder straps were thick and blocky and the neckline barely came below the mole
about three inches beneath her collar bone. She did not have her wand and was not wearing what she had gone to sleep in. Her
hands clenched on either side of her as she surveyed her settings. As far as her eyes could see in every direction there was flat
nothingness, no mountains or trees anywhere. A sudden breeze picked up out of nowhere, forcing her to take a few deep
breathes of the fusty air. Her thick hair was brought up on the wind so it flew behind her head, making her look like some
ancient heroine about to vanquish evil...in a virginal white nightgown. A figure materialized out of the air and stood before her.
Thick extremely straight red hair tumbled down the woman's shoulders to well below her bum. Her skin was deathly pale and
her black eyes sad. A creamy dress clung to her well curved form and fell to the ground, shielding her legs and feet from view.
The woman looked right at Mynee, urgency in her hues.
"My child, we need your help..."
Mynee looked up at her, confusion written in her own cinnamon hues.
"I don't understand! Where am I? Who are you? Why do you need my help? Why aren't I in my bed?"
"I am Tari..." A look of extreme pain crossed the woman's face and black blood blossomed on the front of her light colored
dress. There was no visible wound, but from the amount of liquid pumping out of her, it must have hit something major. Mynee
gasped quietly and took a step towards her.
"We must get you to a hospital Tari! You'll die very soo..." She stopped talking an looked in horror as the woman's form erupted
into a corona of vivid purple and red flames, her body burning quickly.
"Help..." Came her feeble words before her form was reduced to smoldering ashes. That strange breeze came again, picking up
the ashes and bearing them away. Mynee gasped in horror...
...And sat up in her bed. Sweat had drenched the thin camisole and soft shorts she had donned before going to bed and
her blankets were in a twisted heap at the foot of her bed. She slowly ran her fingers through her tangled hair, trying
unsuccessfully to get her rapid breathing under control. Slowly, her hearing came back and there were muffled groans and sighs
coming from the room that adjoined to her bathroom. Her door was ajar slightly, and the noises strained through the walls and
tickled her ears. Her dream on hold for a second, a look of disgust coming across Mynee's face, if Malfoy was going to shag
every girl above the age of sixteen in the castle, he should at least cast a few silencing charms so she did not have to hear it.
She got out of the sweaty mess she had made her bed and quickly shut and locked her door. If he was not going to put
silencing charms on, she would. At least they would block out all of the noise outside of her room, as well as that being made
within. After the spells were in place and blessed silence had taken hold of her room, she looked dubiously at her bed. Mynee
doubted she would be able to go back to sleep after that dream. There was something strangely familiar about that woman, as if
she had seen her once or twice a long, long time ago. Just as she was about to switch the bedding on her bed, agonizing
hunger hit her, making her drop to her knees. It felt like the blood in her veins was boiling, devouring what little mortal blood
was left in her. Her belly grumbled loudly, craving. It was too much, she had to feed and soon. She got up and pulled the small
camisole off her head and threw it onto her bed, where her shorts ended up moments later. She dragged a simple set of black
robes out of her armoire and threw them on over a simple black dress with a plunging neckline. There were little red flecks on
the obsidian fabric that could be mistaken for blood on first glance. The clasp, which kept them on, was an ancient Celtic
symbol of protection, with a single emerald in the center. Mynee cast a few quick spells on herself, brushing out her hair and a
simple glamour so she would not be recognized, then left her bedroom, her wand in the inner pocket of her robes. If she could
not feed in the school, she would go out to Hogsmeade and feed there.
An hour later, Mynee was in the Bloody Boar, a seedy tavern in the unsavory part of the seemingly quaint little town. There
were a number of prostitutes lounging around the room, watching each person who entered. She just laughed quietly and
looked around the room. The room was quite filled with people, and their auras made a sea of bright colors. She did not want to
kill an innocent person, the very thought stabbed her inner being, so she began to peruse the auras like a person at a
supermarket looking for the best piece of meat. Sitting in the very back of the tavern, was a very, very, dark aura. It was such a
dark red it was nearly black, sign of someone who had done some very bad things in their life. She quickly delved her probe
into their mind, just to check their gender, and was relieved to find them to be a he. The agonizing hunger hit her yet again and
she nearly doubled over on her barstool, fighting the need to lunge at the nearest person, innocent or not. When the worst of it
had passed, Mynee rose form her chair. Her robe had been deposited at the door and the short dress she was wearing revealed
her long legs and the alluring curve of her cleavage. She had made sure that the glamour she had cast upon herself gave her the
appearance of a stunningly gorgeous woman with long black tresses and vivid orange eyes the glowed with her own internal
flame, a sign to the very few who would be able to recognize her as something other then human. She walked slowly over to the
man in the corner, a goblet of rich wine in one slender hand. She knew the man was watching her and so she forced a slight
smile on her face, the ends of her mouth barely upturned. When she got to his table, she inclined her head slightly, a few thick
curls falling around her face.
"Excuse me Sir, but do you mind if I join you? We appear to be the only ones without some form of company." Her voice was
lilting and musical with a slight accent that hinted that she was from a far away place.
The man turned his head up to her light fell across his face. Blond hair laced with barely noticeable grey fell to his shoulders
and a bare of steel eyes looked up to her. This was none other then Lucius Malfoy, envoy of the Dark Lord who had somehow
escaped Azkaban. Mynee fought the need to take her wand out and kill him there, keeping the slight smile on her face. Malfoy
Sr. took in the woman before him, surprised at how young she looked. She could not have been more then twenty, but then
again, women as young at sixteen had come to him for company so she did not seem all that young to him. He smiled warmly
up to her, showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth.
"Please do Miss, I would be delighted to have you grace my presence."
She smiled sweetly to him and sat down in the chair beside him. She rested her goblet on the table, ignoring how much the dark
red wine looked like the blood pounding in the man's blood beside her. Mynee turned her deep orange eyes up to him, only
charming innocence shining in her hues.
"I'm Arddun en' Linae. May I inquire to your name Sir?" One of her hands was resting in her lap, the other resting between her
thigh and his.
He smiled to her, leaning his face close to hers. "Lucius Malfoy, a pleasure too meet you Miss Linae." He took the hand close to
his thigh and planted a soft kiss on the back of it. She made a soft blush rise to the tops of her pale cheeks and inclined her
head to him.
"Mister Malfoy, please, call me Arddun."
"Only if you call me Lucius."
"Yes Mist...Lucius."
For a very long half an hour, they talked quietly. Lucius had his eyes on Mynee's visible cleavage, his eyes rarely looking
to her own. She did not mind this, considering she was blatantly flirting with him. On the outside she appeared to be having a
wonderful time, but on the inside she felt disgusted with herself. She was flirting with a man old enough to be her father, a man
who had killed hundreds of innocent muggles like herself. The thought made her angry, but alongside the anger in her was the
sense that she was revenging all the innocence this man had soiled. Very soon, his corpse would be lying in a room upstairs or
in a dark alley way, where hopefully no one would ever find him. After Mynee had answered a blatant sexual innuendo she
decided this had been going on long enough and leaned across the small gap between their faces. She simply pressed her soft
lips against his own thin ones, feeling his teeth behind him. He stiffened slightly at her gesture, and then quickly wrapped a
hand around her neck, cupping the back of her head, bringing her mouth harder against his. He ran his tongue over her lips,
seeking entrance to the warm cave of her mouth. She obediently opened her mouth, and his thin tongue whipped into her mouth,
memorizing it. She forced herself to moan quietly and lean farther into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck so she could
run her fingers through his hair. At some point during the kiss she had intentionally shifted so she was quite suddenly sitting on
his lap. Malfoy Sr. quite liked having her weight atop him as one of his hands ran down her back, down to the middle of her
thigh where her dress had ridden up to. The moment his hand touched the bare flesh of her leg, Mynee pulled away, her lips
bruised by the intensity of his kisses. She made her breath throaty and hoarse with seemingly barely contained lust.
"Lucius, it is time I retired to my room upstairs." There was a forced gleam in her eyes, she obviously inviting him up with her.
He smirked and he let her get of his lap. He offered his arm to her and she rested her hand lightly on the black fabric of his shirt.
"Let me walk you up to your room Arddun. It is not safe for a lady to be alone in this place."
He walked her through the crowded room, up the stairs, and to the hallway with several doors off of it. Mynee silently thanked
the Goddess that she had actually rented a room, just in case she did have to lure her prey up to a room so she could feed.
Malfoy Sr. let go of her arm while she took the old iron key out from the gloom between her breasts and unlocked the door.
The room within was damp, dusty, and did not smell all that wonderful. It did not seem to matter to him. The moment the
door was open; he pushed inside and shut it behind them. The key dropped from her hand when he grabbed her 'round the
waist and pulled her body full against his. His lips met hers with a bruising quality as one of his hands roamed over her back.
Her hands automatically went to his neck, her crimson fingernails running through his hair, massaging his scalp. It was taking all
of Mynee's self control to keep herself from vomiting at his touch. She knew she was going to have to scrub herself raw to get
the feeling of his fingers off of her. As he was lustily kissing her, he was bearing her back against the bed. The moment the
backs of her calves met the bed, he ripped the black dress from her frame. Anger thundered in her mind as she stood in front of
a man in just her knickers for the first time. His steely eyes widened appreciatively as one of his hands raised and touched the
pale curve of her breast. His fingers traced the generous curve, touching her hardened nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra.
A hiss came from her and then he shoved her onto the bed. He crouched above her, still fully clothed, and Mynee knew this was
her chance. Her eyes, despite the glamour, changed to a pure bloody crimson and she flipped them over so she straddling his
waist. He looked up at her in surprise and tried to reverse their positions. She smirked darkly, revealing her pair of elongated
canines.
"Uh, uh, uh Lucius, it's your turn to pay for all the lives you've taken. Especially all the innocent muggles you've killed over the
years you were in service of Voldemort. You even tried to kill me! The tables have turned now, you shouldn't Luna. She never
did a thing to you."
Lucius's lust filled eyes glaze over with confusion. "Who are you?" He hissed.
A smirk came across her face as she let her hold on the glamour disappear. His hues widened as he saw a half naked Hermione
Granger above him. He gasped and she quickly shoved his head so his cheek was pressed against the dirty pillow. She looked
down at his rapidly beating jugular, seeing the blood just beneath the surface of his skin. She lowered her head and pierced his
flesh, hot life giving elixir pouring over her lips and down her throat. She drank slowly, enjoying the sweet and salty taste of his
sin filled blood. His blood somehow tasted better then that of Ginny Weasley, maybe it was because he was evil and evil just
tasted better...Mynee drew away after two or so minutes when he was on the verge of death. His eyes were half closed and his
breathing was fast.
"See my sweet? That wasn't so bad, was it? Should I let you die slowly, or should I slit your throat and let what little blood is
left in you stain these sheets forever? What do you think my pet?" A very soft groan came from him. "I'm glad you agree with me,
it'll have to be the latter. She looked around the room until she saw his cane. The stupid wanker had brought that up with him
and had only discarded it when he nearly attacked her after he had shut the door. She got off of him and walked over to it. Her
bare feet slapped quietly against the filthy floor as she walked back. She took the sheath off the knife that was nestled inside
the cane and looked at the faintly gleaming blade.
"Killing you will be so much fun my pet. I wish you had enough blood in you for me to hear you scream, but alas, I needed to
feed...It'll have to be a quick death for you then."
Mynee leaned forward and looked into his eyes. Panic and true fear gleamed in his eyes. A burbling noise came from between
his lips and she acted like she had not hear him whisper, "Mercy," to her pitifully. She pressed the knife blade against his neck
and slowed slid it across his flesh. What little blood she had left in him spluttered out as she sliced the other veins and his
windpipe. She dragged the knife across the two small holes in his neck to hide her mark upon him. It would do her no good if
word got 'round of a Vampyre killing people in the dead of night. She watched as Lucius's life drained out of his eyes then she
quickly plunged the knife into his chest, making it seem like he had been attacked or something. Mynee looked down at her
chest and noticed that there were a few splatters of blood on her pale flesh. She would deal with that later and simply took her
dress of the floor and shrugged into it again. Her wand was in one of the pockets in the skirt now and she put the glamour back
on. A soft smirk crossed her lips as she left the room slightly ajar. As she passed the bar downstairs on her way out, she
dropped the iron key on the wood then left the tavern. She knew that there would be an article in the Daily Prophet very soon
about the death of Lucius Malfoy, and she would be very pleased to know she was the cause of it.
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Translations
(middagtid mitt kjæledyr: dinner time my sweet) (Hvordan mot De: how dare you) (De hus nichts. De ikke siktet en ting ut av det vanlige: you do not remember anything. You did not view a thing out of the ordinary) {Carne lote: red flower)
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Hey everyone, yet another chapter out. This is one the longest chapter so far! I hope everyone enjoyed. I hope the near rape/smut scene did not offend anyone...I didn't really want to write it, but I needed to show that Mynee knew that would be the only way to feed and kill Lucius. Everyone knows he's a bad man and would shag a woman he'd only know for thirty minutes. He'd think she was some whore...Anyway, starting to introduce the plot! Weee!! Review my minions!
Your Lord and Master,
Foamy the Squirrel