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*crappery* Ummm...Another kinda sorta short chapter...Yeah...Eighty reviews! Wee! Ten more!
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SuperHiperChit: No Erin, I do not love you. Thank you! I might love you now for that...*whispers* I like mine better than hers too...Shush...don't tell...*cackles*
Gwenivive: Thank you!!
littoxkigga: Thank you so much! I'm glad you think it is realistic! Just kinda writing about what happened to me...
BlueFireCrystals: Thank you!! I will keep on writing!
AmericanDemon: Cabin thing? What cabin thing? Weeeell...Dracula had two daughters, both mortal. One he changed and one was changed by a Vampyre. The Vampyre chick just changed the c to a k...more info on that during the Chrimbi chapter...
Thanks for all the reviews! I lurve you! Only ten more! *cackles madly*
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Once Upon a Whore, Chapter Twelve
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Mynee sprawled out on her massive king size bed and took the letter out of her robes. For a moment she held the
parchment in her hands as if it was a lifeline and she would go flying if she let go. It slowly slipped from her fingers and lay
beside one of her hips, looking innocent on the dark bed covers. She sighed softly and ran her fingers through her messy reddish
hair. She desperately wanted to know more about her kind then the brief history she had been given. How she wanted to go with
Jacobith come yuletide, but she was afraid. But of what, that was something she did not know. She sat up slowly and picked the
letter up from its position beside her hip. She opened up the drawer in her bedside table and dropped it in. With a snap she shut
the drawer up again and collapsed on her bed once again. There was an unpleasant gnawing feeling in the pit of her belly, a
resounding ache that refused to settle. Mynee recognized the hunger and wrapped her arms around her stomach, trying to fight
the need to kill. Evi had told her his blood would act as a supplement, but she would have to feed of humans once a week at the
least. It had been about a week, but she did not want to kill somebody. Even though she was no longer apart of their species,
there was still much humanity residing within her unbeating heart. It was a loosing battle. The hunger would take over within two
days and she could unwittingly kill the first human that crossed her path.
'That'd be Malfoy.' Nall said quietly, its voice ticking her mind.
"Ugh...Be quiet! Why can't you just leave me alone for once?" She groaned, her arms moving from her belly to press against her
ears.
'We are you, we cannot leave you alone.' Nebel and Nall said together, their voices which were a take of hers, blending
harmoniously.
Mynee groaned softly and rubbed her temples slowly. The combined noises in her head and fierce throbbing in her abdomen
making her feel relatively ill. She looked at the clock on her bedside, the garish, neon green numbers flashing a sickly 4:50 at her
continuously. If she got up, she would be able to get down to Hogsmeade just as people began to arrive in the taverns. She was
about to roll over and sleep when her belly cramped angrily, forcing her up. She slowly got out of her bed, standing on the cool
floor. She reached for her wand and walked to her armoire, standing before the floor length mirror embedded in the dark wood.
She shrugged out of her clothing and let it pool around her feet. She tapped her belly and a peach colored dress that strongly
resembled one from the muggle's Renaissance period encased her lithe body. A frown marred her face and she tapped the
pinkish dress again. It changed to a deep purple dress with a scooped neck and deep swallow-tailed sleeves that covered her
hands. Mynee smiled slightly as she ran a hand over the soft fabric, and then turned her wand to her face. Within a few minutes,
she had a completely different face and skin tone. Her cheek bones were higher and her eyes glowed a fierce orange. Her
reddish hair had changed to a soft gold color that fell around her shoulders in soft curls. A now relatively tanned hand twirled
some of the curls around her fingers and she put a vacant look upon her face.
"Hi! My name's Narna a Iant! Can we be friends?" A snort erupted from her and she rapidly cast the invisibility charm over herself.
She put her wand in the holder up one of her sleeves and headed for the door.
Mynee leaned against the wall near the entrance to the Bloody Boar. She was waiting for someone with a particularly dark aura to
go into the tavern before she entered. She sighed faintly and brushed some of her spun gold hair over her shoulder, impatient for
her dinner. Little did she know, but leaning against the door like she was, she appeared to be a common whore, looking from
work. Two men went into the Boar and she paid them little attention, but they paid her far more then she would ever want. One of
them reached out and touched her velvet incased arm, leering at her exposed cleavage.
"How much?" He said slowly, his voice striking a distant cord within the back of her mind.
"Excuse me?" One of her brows rose slightly, the golden fuzz arching.
"How much will it cost to rent you for the night?"
It clicked and Mynee bit her bottom lip against a guffaw of laughter. She shook her head quickly and tried to brush his hand off
of her arm. "I'm sorry, but you are mistaken. You cannot 'rent' me for the night."
The man went around to her other side, watching her menacingly. "So we have to rent you for more then a night? We're more then
willing to do that." He went to touch her corn silk yellow hair with the back of his hand, but she jerked away.
The man's brows snapped together and he looked at his friend for a moment. An unseen sign passed between the two men and
the first one tightened his hold on her arm.
"If you won't talk to us now whore, we'll have to loosen your jaw up a little for you." He physically dragged her into a
conveniently placed alleyway beside the tavern.
Mynee was shoved up against a wall and someone's closed fist connected with one of her cheeks. Pain erupted across her face,
hot daggers piercing her tender flesh. If she had just been a regular female, she probably would not have had any chance against
these two men, but thank the Mother she was not. She forced her eyes to fill and let the fake tears stream down her cheeks.
"P-Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything you say! J-Just d-don't hurt me!" Her voice quivered in fear.
The two men laughed nastily and the faint darkness in their auras increased steadily. She shuddered slightly, hiding the extreme
joy she was feeling deep within her. "If you do just as we say, we might not hurt you." One of them said in the gloom.
The hand on her arm tightened to a heavily bruising force and she let out a soft squeak. She hated pain. Through the sudden
agony she found she was able to let her mind go free. A silent scream ripped through the two men's heads and the both let out
cries of pain. Mynee pressed her back against the wall for a moment as they fell to their knees. Then, the hunger that had
disappear the moment she became surrounded by humans, returned at full force. There were two mortal men before her, their
blood pounding in her ears, begging her to feed. The Blood Lust took over her and she had no control over it anymore. She fell
upon the nearest one and ripped his throat out with her several inch long canines. His blood spattered all over her face and dress
and she got little of it into her mouth. The other man tried to scrabble away, but her hand with its suddenly very long claws
grabbed his robes and jerked him back to her. Mynee dropped the now very still and bloodless body and rested her other, blood
spattered hand on the other man's chest. Her orange eyes glittered crimson as she lightly raked her teeth against his neck, a
throaty laugh coming from her as he trembled in fear.
"So now that you are not in charge, you are afraid my pet?" Her voice was deep and velvety.
The man let out a very feminine whimper. "Please don't kill me..."
"Beg all you wish my pet, it will do you no good. Where you showed me no mercy, I will show you none."
With her excellent night vision, she saw the terror flood his face. She slowly lowered her mouth to his neck and pierced his flesh.
Rich, salty liquid flooded her past her lips and she fed. A few minutes later Mynee looked at the two bodies at her feet and
slowly drew her wand from the pocket in her sleeve. She transfigured the tip of it into a razor and slit the throat of the man she
had fed off of and looked dubiously at the other one. There was nothing she could do to make his death seem different. She
returned her wand to its original state and made her bloody personage invisible once again. She felt extremely sticky, but the
sated warmth surrounding her made her discomfort quite bearable. She slipped out of the alleyway and promptly ran into
someone. She stifled a gasp and jumped to the side, her reddish orange eyes wide. She had just bumped into Draco Malfoy.
Blood had been transferred from her clothing onto his and he was reaching blindly for her. She gulped slightly and ran down the
street through the darkness of night, not wanting to stick around to be found.
Mynee stumbled blindly into the bathroom she shared with Malfoy, flakes of dried blood detaching from her body and
fluttering to the floor. She utterly stank of old blood, that frightening, cloying, coppery smell that pervaded horribly mutilated
corpses. The crimson liquid was underneath her nails, in her hair, and splattered all over the once gorgeous dress that she had
utterly ruined. Nall softly reminded her that it had only been conjured and was not real, but she paid that particular voice. She
dragged her wand out of its pocket and hit her body several times with it, the dress melting into nothingness. She rapidly took
the glamour off, her now milky pale skin covered in crackling red. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, calming her
adrenaline filled body. Mynee then walked to the shower and turned it on, immersing her filthy form in jets of scalding hot water.
Her wand fell from her hand and rolled into a corner, she taking no heed of it. Within moments she had covered herself in inches
of thick, ocean smelling foam, scrubbing the blood off. The water sluicing off of her was a rosy pink color and the bubbles were
as red as the blood she had so recently spilled. Soon, her body was pink from washing, all traces of the dried liquid gone. A soft
sigh escaped her lips as she slinked over to the bench and curled up on the cool marble. She rested her head against the cloudy
glass of the shower wall, her wet hair sticking to her face and chest. Mynee lost track of time and only came out of her dazed
reverie when one of the doors flew opened and slammed against the wall. She sat up suddenly and unconsciously wrapped her
arms around her chest.
"Oi, Granger, you in here?" Malfoy's voice echoed strangely in the stone bathroom.
"No Malfoy, the bathroom is completely empty even though the shower is going and the sound of water hitting someone's body
is very clear." She said darkly.
"Just checking."
"Well you're stupid. Leave me alone now."
Malfoy ignored that. "Granger where'd you go earlier? You weren't here..."
"Why do you care? You aren't my nanny."
"I don't want to be your nanny. But I could tell Dumbledore..."
"Just like how I could tell Dumbledore about your late night liaisons and your skimping out on Prefect duties?"
He did not answer and simply left the bathroom. She snorted softly and rested her face in her hands, a slight rocking over taking
her body. Depression was quickly turning its fetid hands onto her, pulling her into the sickly-sweet odor that hung around it. A
shudder ran through her and she quickly stood up. Mynee turned the shower off and grabbed her wand off of the wet tile floor.
She dried herself with a spell and summoned a simple dark green night gown which materialized onto her body. She stepped out
of the stall and walked quietly to her room.
Draco sat on his bed after he left the bathroom, his head in his hands. The bathroom had once again smelt like old blood
like it had the night his father had been murdered. Could it just be a coincidence or was Granger some murderess? A chuckle
shook him at the though of meek little Hermione Granger killing anyone. He rubbed his temples and all thoughts of Granger
murdering people. He stayed in his room for a little longer then got up and headed towards the Head's common room. He had
not seen Hannah in a few days...
Mynee looked at her watch and hit her head against one of the poles of her four poster bed. It was time for her to take her
rounds and the teacher patrolling the halls with her was Snape (AN: He's baaaaaack...). A shudder ran through her as she pulled
a school robe over her
night gown. The neckline of the garment revealed the curve of her chest, but luckily the heavy robe covered what flesh the night
dress did not. She ran a hand through her reddish hair and left the safety of her bedroom. She slowly started walking up and
down the halls, her eyes unfocused, her mind wandering far more then her feet. She properly started looking when she found
herself in front of the Room of Requirement with no memory of getting there. She set her hand on the handle and opened the door,
knowing it would only be there if she had some need for it to be present. A soft squeak came from her when she saw a rack in
one corner, several other torture devices, and several wrist and ankle shackles connected to the wall. She started to back out of
the room, but someone grabbed her bicep and jerked her in. The door slammed behind her and she slowly turned her face up to
see who had had a need for all those horrid things in the room...
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*cackles* Cliffy...Bwhahahaa...You all have to wait to find out who summoned Mynee to the Room of Requirement...*cackles evilly*
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Your Lord and Master
Foamy the Squirrel
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*crappery* Ummm...Another kinda sorta short chapter...Yeah...Eighty reviews! Wee! Ten more!
Crazedgurl1291: I know...Harry's a total bastardo...Glad the chapter answered your questions!!
SuperHiperChit: No Erin, I do not love you. Thank you! I might love you now for that...*whispers* I like mine better than hers too...Shush...don't tell...*cackles*
Gwenivive: Thank you!!
littoxkigga: Thank you so much! I'm glad you think it is realistic! Just kinda writing about what happened to me...
BlueFireCrystals: Thank you!! I will keep on writing!
AmericanDemon: Cabin thing? What cabin thing? Weeeell...Dracula had two daughters, both mortal. One he changed and one was changed by a Vampyre. The Vampyre chick just changed the c to a k...more info on that during the Chrimbi chapter...
Thanks for all the reviews! I lurve you! Only ten more! *cackles madly*
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Once Upon a Whore, Chapter Twelve
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.
Mynee sprawled out on her massive king size bed and took the letter out of her robes. For a moment she held the
parchment in her hands as if it was a lifeline and she would go flying if she let go. It slowly slipped from her fingers and lay
beside one of her hips, looking innocent on the dark bed covers. She sighed softly and ran her fingers through her messy reddish
hair. She desperately wanted to know more about her kind then the brief history she had been given. How she wanted to go with
Jacobith come yuletide, but she was afraid. But of what, that was something she did not know. She sat up slowly and picked the
letter up from its position beside her hip. She opened up the drawer in her bedside table and dropped it in. With a snap she shut
the drawer up again and collapsed on her bed once again. There was an unpleasant gnawing feeling in the pit of her belly, a
resounding ache that refused to settle. Mynee recognized the hunger and wrapped her arms around her stomach, trying to fight
the need to kill. Evi had told her his blood would act as a supplement, but she would have to feed of humans once a week at the
least. It had been about a week, but she did not want to kill somebody. Even though she was no longer apart of their species,
there was still much humanity residing within her unbeating heart. It was a loosing battle. The hunger would take over within two
days and she could unwittingly kill the first human that crossed her path.
'That'd be Malfoy.' Nall said quietly, its voice ticking her mind.
"Ugh...Be quiet! Why can't you just leave me alone for once?" She groaned, her arms moving from her belly to press against her
ears.
'We are you, we cannot leave you alone.' Nebel and Nall said together, their voices which were a take of hers, blending
harmoniously.
Mynee groaned softly and rubbed her temples slowly. The combined noises in her head and fierce throbbing in her abdomen
making her feel relatively ill. She looked at the clock on her bedside, the garish, neon green numbers flashing a sickly 4:50 at her
continuously. If she got up, she would be able to get down to Hogsmeade just as people began to arrive in the taverns. She was
about to roll over and sleep when her belly cramped angrily, forcing her up. She slowly got out of her bed, standing on the cool
floor. She reached for her wand and walked to her armoire, standing before the floor length mirror embedded in the dark wood.
She shrugged out of her clothing and let it pool around her feet. She tapped her belly and a peach colored dress that strongly
resembled one from the muggle's Renaissance period encased her lithe body. A frown marred her face and she tapped the
pinkish dress again. It changed to a deep purple dress with a scooped neck and deep swallow-tailed sleeves that covered her
hands. Mynee smiled slightly as she ran a hand over the soft fabric, and then turned her wand to her face. Within a few minutes,
she had a completely different face and skin tone. Her cheek bones were higher and her eyes glowed a fierce orange. Her
reddish hair had changed to a soft gold color that fell around her shoulders in soft curls. A now relatively tanned hand twirled
some of the curls around her fingers and she put a vacant look upon her face.
"Hi! My name's Narna a Iant! Can we be friends?" A snort erupted from her and she rapidly cast the invisibility charm over herself.
She put her wand in the holder up one of her sleeves and headed for the door.
Mynee leaned against the wall near the entrance to the Bloody Boar. She was waiting for someone with a particularly dark aura to
go into the tavern before she entered. She sighed faintly and brushed some of her spun gold hair over her shoulder, impatient for
her dinner. Little did she know, but leaning against the door like she was, she appeared to be a common whore, looking from
work. Two men went into the Boar and she paid them little attention, but they paid her far more then she would ever want. One of
them reached out and touched her velvet incased arm, leering at her exposed cleavage.
"How much?" He said slowly, his voice striking a distant cord within the back of her mind.
"Excuse me?" One of her brows rose slightly, the golden fuzz arching.
"How much will it cost to rent you for the night?"
It clicked and Mynee bit her bottom lip against a guffaw of laughter. She shook her head quickly and tried to brush his hand off
of her arm. "I'm sorry, but you are mistaken. You cannot 'rent' me for the night."
The man went around to her other side, watching her menacingly. "So we have to rent you for more then a night? We're more then
willing to do that." He went to touch her corn silk yellow hair with the back of his hand, but she jerked away.
The man's brows snapped together and he looked at his friend for a moment. An unseen sign passed between the two men and
the first one tightened his hold on her arm.
"If you won't talk to us now whore, we'll have to loosen your jaw up a little for you." He physically dragged her into a
conveniently placed alleyway beside the tavern.
Mynee was shoved up against a wall and someone's closed fist connected with one of her cheeks. Pain erupted across her face,
hot daggers piercing her tender flesh. If she had just been a regular female, she probably would not have had any chance against
these two men, but thank the Mother she was not. She forced her eyes to fill and let the fake tears stream down her cheeks.
"P-Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything you say! J-Just d-don't hurt me!" Her voice quivered in fear.
The two men laughed nastily and the faint darkness in their auras increased steadily. She shuddered slightly, hiding the extreme
joy she was feeling deep within her. "If you do just as we say, we might not hurt you." One of them said in the gloom.
The hand on her arm tightened to a heavily bruising force and she let out a soft squeak. She hated pain. Through the sudden
agony she found she was able to let her mind go free. A silent scream ripped through the two men's heads and the both let out
cries of pain. Mynee pressed her back against the wall for a moment as they fell to their knees. Then, the hunger that had
disappear the moment she became surrounded by humans, returned at full force. There were two mortal men before her, their
blood pounding in her ears, begging her to feed. The Blood Lust took over her and she had no control over it anymore. She fell
upon the nearest one and ripped his throat out with her several inch long canines. His blood spattered all over her face and dress
and she got little of it into her mouth. The other man tried to scrabble away, but her hand with its suddenly very long claws
grabbed his robes and jerked him back to her. Mynee dropped the now very still and bloodless body and rested her other, blood
spattered hand on the other man's chest. Her orange eyes glittered crimson as she lightly raked her teeth against his neck, a
throaty laugh coming from her as he trembled in fear.
"So now that you are not in charge, you are afraid my pet?" Her voice was deep and velvety.
The man let out a very feminine whimper. "Please don't kill me..."
"Beg all you wish my pet, it will do you no good. Where you showed me no mercy, I will show you none."
With her excellent night vision, she saw the terror flood his face. She slowly lowered her mouth to his neck and pierced his flesh.
Rich, salty liquid flooded her past her lips and she fed. A few minutes later Mynee looked at the two bodies at her feet and
slowly drew her wand from the pocket in her sleeve. She transfigured the tip of it into a razor and slit the throat of the man she
had fed off of and looked dubiously at the other one. There was nothing she could do to make his death seem different. She
returned her wand to its original state and made her bloody personage invisible once again. She felt extremely sticky, but the
sated warmth surrounding her made her discomfort quite bearable. She slipped out of the alleyway and promptly ran into
someone. She stifled a gasp and jumped to the side, her reddish orange eyes wide. She had just bumped into Draco Malfoy.
Blood had been transferred from her clothing onto his and he was reaching blindly for her. She gulped slightly and ran down the
street through the darkness of night, not wanting to stick around to be found.
Mynee stumbled blindly into the bathroom she shared with Malfoy, flakes of dried blood detaching from her body and
fluttering to the floor. She utterly stank of old blood, that frightening, cloying, coppery smell that pervaded horribly mutilated
corpses. The crimson liquid was underneath her nails, in her hair, and splattered all over the once gorgeous dress that she had
utterly ruined. Nall softly reminded her that it had only been conjured and was not real, but she paid that particular voice. She
dragged her wand out of its pocket and hit her body several times with it, the dress melting into nothingness. She rapidly took
the glamour off, her now milky pale skin covered in crackling red. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, calming her
adrenaline filled body. Mynee then walked to the shower and turned it on, immersing her filthy form in jets of scalding hot water.
Her wand fell from her hand and rolled into a corner, she taking no heed of it. Within moments she had covered herself in inches
of thick, ocean smelling foam, scrubbing the blood off. The water sluicing off of her was a rosy pink color and the bubbles were
as red as the blood she had so recently spilled. Soon, her body was pink from washing, all traces of the dried liquid gone. A soft
sigh escaped her lips as she slinked over to the bench and curled up on the cool marble. She rested her head against the cloudy
glass of the shower wall, her wet hair sticking to her face and chest. Mynee lost track of time and only came out of her dazed
reverie when one of the doors flew opened and slammed against the wall. She sat up suddenly and unconsciously wrapped her
arms around her chest.
"Oi, Granger, you in here?" Malfoy's voice echoed strangely in the stone bathroom.
"No Malfoy, the bathroom is completely empty even though the shower is going and the sound of water hitting someone's body
is very clear." She said darkly.
"Just checking."
"Well you're stupid. Leave me alone now."
Malfoy ignored that. "Granger where'd you go earlier? You weren't here..."
"Why do you care? You aren't my nanny."
"I don't want to be your nanny. But I could tell Dumbledore..."
"Just like how I could tell Dumbledore about your late night liaisons and your skimping out on Prefect duties?"
He did not answer and simply left the bathroom. She snorted softly and rested her face in her hands, a slight rocking over taking
her body. Depression was quickly turning its fetid hands onto her, pulling her into the sickly-sweet odor that hung around it. A
shudder ran through her and she quickly stood up. Mynee turned the shower off and grabbed her wand off of the wet tile floor.
She dried herself with a spell and summoned a simple dark green night gown which materialized onto her body. She stepped out
of the stall and walked quietly to her room.
Draco sat on his bed after he left the bathroom, his head in his hands. The bathroom had once again smelt like old blood
like it had the night his father had been murdered. Could it just be a coincidence or was Granger some murderess? A chuckle
shook him at the though of meek little Hermione Granger killing anyone. He rubbed his temples and all thoughts of Granger
murdering people. He stayed in his room for a little longer then got up and headed towards the Head's common room. He had
not seen Hannah in a few days...
Mynee looked at her watch and hit her head against one of the poles of her four poster bed. It was time for her to take her
rounds and the teacher patrolling the halls with her was Snape (AN: He's baaaaaack...). A shudder ran through her as she pulled
a school robe over her
night gown. The neckline of the garment revealed the curve of her chest, but luckily the heavy robe covered what flesh the night
dress did not. She ran a hand through her reddish hair and left the safety of her bedroom. She slowly started walking up and
down the halls, her eyes unfocused, her mind wandering far more then her feet. She properly started looking when she found
herself in front of the Room of Requirement with no memory of getting there. She set her hand on the handle and opened the door,
knowing it would only be there if she had some need for it to be present. A soft squeak came from her when she saw a rack in
one corner, several other torture devices, and several wrist and ankle shackles connected to the wall. She started to back out of
the room, but someone grabbed her bicep and jerked her in. The door slammed behind her and she slowly turned her face up to
see who had had a need for all those horrid things in the room...
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.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
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*cackles* Cliffy...Bwhahahaa...You all have to wait to find out who summoned Mynee to the Room of Requirement...*cackles evilly*
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Your Lord and Master
Foamy the Squirrel