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Christmas Rendezvous Part I, Chapter Twenty Seven
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. The final day of term came to a screeching end. The Entrance Hall was filled with an odd assortment of trunks of varying colours and
animals of all species. Students were milling about, waiting for McGonagall to lead them to the scarlet Hogwarts Express. Standing against the
massive staircase was Mynee, her arms wrapped about her lower belly in a protective gesture. A deep burgundy dress clung to her frame, a pair of
black dress robes over it, a mass of thin golden bangles on her wrists. She waited nervously for Jacobith to arrive. She had very grudgingly agreed
to go to the castle over the Christmas break, her constant thirst for knowledge driving her to learn about her kind. A slight sigh escaped her ad it
turned into a horrified squeak when somebody wrapped their arms around her waist. She relaxed instantly when a familiar voice caressed her ear.
"I caught you. I thought your uncle would have been by to pick you up by now."
She winced inwardly. She still had not told Draco that she as not a human. He thought a distant family relation who just so happened to be a
wizard was coming to pick her up.
"Uncle Jacobith should be here any moment no."
"I should give you your present now, shouldn't I? It pains me so to think of you leaving without a Christmas present from your boyfriend." His tone
was light and playful as he took a hand off of her waist to retrieve something from his pocket.
Mynee spun around in his remaining hand, a slight glimmer in her reddish hues.
"But Draco, we said no gifts..."
"I know that, but I couldn't help it. I saw it and knew you had to have it."
She smiled warmly to him, careful to keep her top lip over her slightly larger then average canines. He took his hand from his pocket and offered a
relatively small package. It was covered in deep forest green paper, not Slytherin green but something richer, and tied with a red ribbon so dark it
was nearly black. She lifted her eyes from it, the corner of her mouth rising into a grin.
"Merlin ya little prick, now I feel all guilty about not getting you anything!"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Would it sound excruciatingly corny if I said you being here was enough?"
She raised a brow slightly. "It'd be really sweet, but also painfully corny at the same time." She deposited the small box into one of the inner
pockets of her robes and then threw her arms around his neck.
"Thank you so much for the gift, I'll give you something when I get back."
He brushes his lips across the tip of her nose, a smirk alight on his face. "You don't have to give me anything Poppet. You know that having you
accept me is enough."
She winced visibly at the nickname. The night before the exams she had had that nervy spaz she had conjured a DVD player and a television and
watched several movies, Pirates of the Caribbean among those that she had watched with him. He had started calling her "Poppet" after she told
him he looked like one of the pirates as a joke, he still had not stopped. She shook her head slowly and pecked his lips.
"Still a mystery to me as well. I suppose you catching me when Potter knocked me off my broom rather helped."
A thoughtful look crossed his face. "I guess that did help my case some. What would you have done if I had paraded into the Common Room one
day and swept you off of your feet into a mind-blowing kiss?"
"I would have kicked your ass." She said simply.
The couple laughed softly to each other and Draoc pulled her closer to him, lowering his mouth to her ear.
"Are you sure you have t go away for the entire break? We could have so much fun." He purred quietly.
Mynee shivered slightly at the tantalizingly heady promise in his voice. She sighed and light kissed the flesh in front of his ear, the barest of
gossamer caresses.
"So tempting my pet...But I must go with Uncle Jacobith, I promised." Her voice was barely above a hushed whisper.
"We could always creep up to our dorms and tell him your indisposed."
She did not answer him at first and he took this as a sign of approval. The hand that was resting on her shoulder blades slithering languidly down
her back until it reached the small of her back, the tips of his fingers rested on the beginning of her bum. He pulled her body full up against his and
lowered his mouth down to catch her lips in a searing kiss.
"Miss Granger!"
The two sprang apart like terrified rabbits, she turning her rapidly colouring face up to her "Uncle Jacobith".
"Err...Uncle Jacobith! This is my boyfriend Draco Malfoy."
Jacobith raised a brow slightly at his sudden alias, but did nothing more. He offered a deathly pale and frigid hand towards him, silently noticing the
protective yet possessive arm Draco had around her waist.
"Pleasure Mr. Malfoy. As you already know I'm Hermione's uncle Jacobith...Granger."
Draco slowly shook his hand, noticing "Uncle Jacobith's" momentary pause before he uttered the last name of Granger. He quickly filed it away in
that back of information about his girlfriend that did not make sense.
"The pleasure is all mine Mr. Granger."
Jacobith rested his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it harder then was necessary. "We should no now Hermione, come along."
She looked at him hard for a minute, and then crushed her lips against Draco's in a last kiss. "See you after the holiday Draco, don't go snog
anyone until I get back."
He laughed quietly and ran one of his hands through her hair. "You know I won't. Hurry back, I hope you like your present. Just don't open it until
Christmas day."
He kissed her hard and then ran up the stairs. She sighed quietly and shouldered her bag. "I'm ready. How are we going to move my trunk?"
Jacobith looked at her with a mildly amused expression on his face. He extended his hand slightly and the four stone trunk lifted from the ground.
"Witches and wizards aren't the only ones with magic Alora."
"Oh...Would you mind telling me what the hell Alora means? Both you and Nickolas called me that!"
The trunk faltered, the front of it nearly plowing into the floor. "Do not say his name Alora! Spies of the enemy are everywhere." He hissed.
"What the fuck? You sound like a cheap attempt at a mystery novel! Just forget it...Before we go, I need to pick up Evi."
"Evi?"
"Oh, Evig Sol. He's my very lovable and loyal thupalp."
His eyes bulged. "You have a thupalp? How in the fucking hell did that happen?"
She smirked snarkily at him and adjusted her bag, "I don't want to talk about it. He's in an enclosure a couple meters into the yonder forest."
If Jacobith had anything to say about the enclosure, he kept it to himself. He shrugged as if his previous outburst had never happened. They
hastened out of the school and headed down towards the tree line behind Hargrid's hut.
"Evi? Evi, clove, com on, it's time to go."
'Go? You never told me about us going somewhere...'
"I didn't? My mistake. But we have to go now."
The hybrid of a bat and dog nodded slowly and followed her out of the fenced in area.
'Mistress, where are we going?'
"Home of the Vampyres, Evi. I have been told that I'm needed. So that means you're coming along too."
He turned his head towards Jacobith, baring his teeth in a menacing canine- like grin.
'I don't like him.'
"You and me both pooch." She said softly, her eyes downcast.
Jacobith looked at the two of them and then shook his head slowly. He had no respect for this chit of a 'Pyre, hut he knew most that saw her
would be awestricken at the sight of Evig Sol the thupalp.
"Come along Alora, we must get to the Castle before night falls."
Mynee looked at him for a moment and then let out a quiet giggle. "Before night fall? It's not even noon yet..."
"Walking on foot takes time. What did you think we would do? Transport there with out minds?" He threw that out without much thought.
Hermione Drakula had been the only Vampyre able to do that, but she had been dead for centuries. She raised a brow slightly at him, one of her
hands trailed to the thick black fur on Evi's neck.
"That's exactly what I planned on doing...It's not like its hard or anything. Her voice was rather col as she looked down her nose at him.
His face remained passive for a moment while his hand whipped up and hit her cheek with an audible crack.
"You defile Alora Drakula's name you insolent chit! Only she could transport with her mind!"
Mynee's hand covered the rapidly bruising print on her cheek. It would be black and green within moments. "You bastard!" She hissed angrily.
She tightened her grip on Evi's neck and ripped a picture of the castle from Jacobith's mind. The Vampyre let out a yell of pain, a dribble of black
blood trickled out of his nose as she transported herself and her thupalp. His eye's bulged when their bodies blinked out and quickly wiped the blood
from his lips. He had to get to the Castle as soon as he could. He had to apologize to the chit...
Mynee's knees hit the ground and a hollw cry came from her lips. She lifted her eyes from the crackling, desolate earth around her. A
massive forest started about fifty yards before her and rising majestically out of the green was a massive mountain made out of iron grey stone.
Perched towards the top was a castle at least twice as large as Hogwarts that gleamed slightly in the midmorning sun. Evi snuggled softly beside
her, licking his fur rather moodily.
'You could have made that a little smoother Mistress...'
"Be quiet Evi! I made it as sooth as possible under the circumstances," She squeaked.
She pushed herself up into a standing position, her hands flying around her in her attempt for balance. Evi positioned himself under her thrashing
hands, steadying her.
"Thank you..." She muttered softly.
The two of them only took a couple of steps towards the massive forest when four tall people materialized out from behind the trees. The figures,
clad completely in skin tight black leather of some sort, strode towards them and then stopped. This close up, Mynee could tell that they were all
male. One took a step closer to her, his pale face emotionless.
"Mortal, you are trespassing on ground where you are not welcome. For your offense you must meet with our Lord." His voice was like a block of
ice.
She opened her mouth to tell the other Vampyres what she was, but somebody crashed their fist into her temple, knocking her into
unconsciousness.
Mynee groggily woke up to the sound of upraised voices. She groaned quietly and tried to push herself into a sitting position, but she found
that her hands had been bound together with coarse rope. Her eyes quickly scanned the plain room consisting of a small off white bed and a crude
rendition of a chamber pot. A soft snort came from her and she easily broke her cords like they were a single strand of hair. The 'Pyres who
captured her obviously thought she was a weak mortal. The heavy wooden door swung open and a man with thick black hair looked frantically
around her small cell. When he saw her, he let out a quiet sigh.
"Alora...I am terribly sorry about the way my guards treated you. They did not hurt you, did they?" Concern was heavy in his voice.
"No, they did not harm me, except for this lovely knot on my temple."
"But what about the handprint of your cheek?"
She gingerly touched the sore flesh. "They did not do this to me." Her tone was clipped.
The man looked at her for a moment, and then offered her his hand. "Come along, no Vampyre should have to dwell within human quarters."
Her eyes widened slightly at him. She ripped her hand out of his and pushed some of her hair out of her eyes.
"A Vampyre shouldn't have to dwell in human quarters? What the hell are you talking about? You act like they're animals!"
"Well, they are aren't they?"
She looked at him with something akin to horror on her face. She shook her head and quickly transported herself to the space behind him. When
her feet hit the ground she began to sprint through the fridige stone hall. Was her kind all like that? Did they all see humans as animals? Her trainer
shod feet slapped against the ground, but in her earnest to get out, she did not see...BANG!
Mynee's butt hit the ground and she let out a sharp cry of pain. She looked up into a pair of hard hazel eyes.
"What is the meaning of this?" He bellowed.
Her brows snapped together and she pushed herself up to her feet, ignoring the pain lacing up her spine.
"Why the fuck are you screaming at me you mother fucking bastard?" She hollered right back.
The man's eye grew angry and a vein in his neck stood out a good several centimeters. "How dare you insult me you insolent human chit! I could
have your head for that!" Spittle flew from his mouth as he yelled.
She balled her hands into fists and was about to scream something back at him when somebody came at a dead sprint up the hall.
"Sir! Sir please don't be offended by the girl! She's just a..."
"Human I know Xander! But why is she out of her holding cell?"
Mynee's face contorted into a pissed off scowl as she let out a bloodcurdling, very human, scream. Both men were silent immediately and the
redness in her eyes diminished blazed fiercly.
"Shut the fuck up the both of you! I am not a bloody human! I am as deas as you are! And stop talking about me as if I'm not here!"
The hazel eyed man looked at her with a derogatory smirk on his thin lips. "If you aren't a mortal, then what and who are you?"
"I am a Vampyre and my name is Hermione Granger. Though I don't see why a stupid oaf like you would want to know that." She said, a sneer in
her voice.
The men's faces, which were already considerably white, paled. The man she had dodged earlier, gulped nervously. "You are Hermione Granger?
The Alora Hermione Granger?"
She crossed her arms over her chest and snorted darkly. "Who else would I be? Hermione Drakula? I think not."
The two men looked at each other and then Gabbling Rude Obscenities the Spitting Sloth or GROSS, the one with hazel eyes bowed quickly to her.
"I apologize profusely for my behaviour Alora Granger! I will take you to Alor Drakula instantly." He reached out to take hold of her forearm, but she
jerked away.
"Don't even think about touching me you piece of shit. Just take me to Nikolas."
The men unconsciously drew in breaths when she used the Vampyre lord's first name. She snorted again. "Stop acting like a bunch of First years
who just heard an upperlass woman utter something disgusting! Just show me to him." She hissed, exasperation heavy in her voice.
GROSS nodded several times and scuttled off. She followed him with OAF, Obscenely Atrocious Fart, bringing up the rear.
Mynee trod on GROSS's heel purposely for the twentieth time in five minutes. She was horribly bored and the beginning lances of hunger
wer prodding her belly. She seriously hoped they would reach Nikolas soon, she needed to feed soon. She trod on the back of his shoe again and
he whipped around, fuming. She smiled sweetly to him, curling some of her reddish hair around a forefinger.
"Will we be there soon?"
"Yes! Stop walking on my shoes. We'll be there soon." He turned and strode off.
She shook slightly with swallowed laughter as she dutifully followed GROSS. Suddenly, the back of her foot popped out of her shoe. She swiveled
her head around and glared forcefully at OAF, who was looking at her innocently.
"Fuck off." She growled.
"Go bugger a kangaroo."
"That the best you can come up with?" She taunted.
"I don't see you doing any better!'
"You little bastard!" She hissed, snapping her head around so it faced forward again.
She heard OAF chuckling softly behind her and she balled her hands into fists. Her body shook with anger and just as she was about to whip
around, GROSS spoke.
"We are here."
Mynee's anger was forgotten in an instant and she turned her eyes to the massive doors before her.
"Court is actually now in session, so we will have to be extremely quiet as we go in. There are always empty seats in the back, take one of those.
Once Court is out, you ,ay go and speak with Lord Drakula."
"Does he even know I'm here?"
"How may I ask would he know? Do you think we are all telepathic?"
She looked at him for a moment, deciding not to let him know about that particular ability of hers. She nodded slowly and walked towards the
doors, pushing them open enough for her to slip slender body in. A vivid light assaulted her eyes as the doors closed behind her. In seconds it had
passed and she was able to see again. Up on a dais was a man with shoulder length black hair and velvety orange eyes. She knew immediately
who this was.
"Nikolas." Little did she know that she had both said and thought the name.
She moved out of the aisle and took one of the empty seats, her eyes on the black haired male.
Nikolas's head jerked when someone whispered his first name in the sanctuary of his mind. For a moment his black blood boiled until he
remembered the only creature that had ever been able to break the walls he put up around his mind. His beloved Ermine who had saved his
immortal soul from dying. His hand, which had been resting on his knee, curling into a fist as his dead heart beat for a slow minute. He looked
around the cavernous room, searching for the woman, that voice had definitely been feminine, who had so reverently spoken his name. Apart from
the few squabbling 'Pyres before him, there was only one other in the entire room who met and kept his faze. He quickly took in her cinnamon hues
and her reddish hair that reminded him so much of Ermine. His brow furrowed slightly and he reached out a tentative tentacle of his power out to
lightly touch her aura, hoping beyond all hope that this was the Granger girl with the same first name of his beloved.
'Excuse me?'
Mynee jumped slightly in her chair when a hesitant, pleasant male's voice echoed quietly in her mind.
'Err...Yes?'
'Miss Granger?'
'Yes?'
'Nikolas Drakula.'
She was silent for a moment. 'Ah...How did you know I was here?'
'You spoke my name.'
'Oh, so you heard that? You must have excellent hearing.'
'You spoke directly to my mind.'
'Sorry...'
'It's quite all right. Once Court is out please stay here. We need to talk.'
'Yessir.'
Mynee folded her hands in her lap, forgetting for the moment about the bigotry boiling around her.
Several hours later, Mynee was shaken out of her stupor by the noise of many people moving. She watched about one hundred people file
out through the door and then got to her feet. She started walking towards Nikolas, her arms crossed over her abdomen. When she was a few
steps away from him, somebody grabbed her arm and jerked her to a stop.
"What are you doing? No one is allowed to come near Lord Drakula unless they have an appointment."
"I don't think I need an appointment. He's expecting me."
"Why would he be expecting you?
"Because I'm..."
"Miss Granger!"
She turned her head a little and smiled a little. "Hello Nikolas." She was not actually sure if she should call him that, but it had the proper effect on
the guy holding her shoulder. He jerked his hand away and looked between his sovereign and the girl child.
"You may go now. She will not harm me any more than you would."
The guy looked at her for a moment and then nodded slowly. He turned on his heel and followed the last few stragglers out of the massive room.
Nikolas waited a few minutes before starting to speak.
"Welcome home Miss Granger, welcome home."
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Crappery: Bwhaha, here you are my beloveds! The first Chrimbi Rendezvous is out!! OMG! Sorry if there's anything seriously screwed up with this chapter, I copied it out of my book that I brought with me on the Cayman trip...But review...Hehe...I will try to keep from squealing, but the plot is slowly starting to unfold! I'm SO HAPPY! –does a little dance-
Padfootfan: Yeah, I model them after the conversations I have with my friends and older sister. Though the one between el hermana y yo usually involves overuse of the word bitch and whore...Oh well.
SweetCheeksDracoLuver: Wee! I updated!
Crazedgurl1291: Yes, eventually she will play against Potter.
YamiClara: Hahaha...
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Aww...I'm so touched!
usagigreenleaf657: Suspense is SO much fun!
YamiClara: I will.
SweetCheeksDracoLuver: HAHAHA! I will not be swayed by that damn dress!
heavySITUATIONS: Hehehe, good.
Raven55: That's awesome my ach-land lassie! Scots are awesome, especially Ollie/Sean Biggerstaff...Oh so many jokes about his last name, but I love him so!
Gwenivive: Bwahehe
NitenGale: If you poison my food, you'll never find out about how the story ends.
Kiku-san: My fellow POOKIE! I LUB YOU!
Amanda Hughes: I snort a lot in real life, guess it's just a habit.
littoxkigga: Hahha, I like Draco, the image of him I have in my mind that is.
B: Hello DAHLING! Teasing is FUN though...
Thanks for the reviews luvs! They make me so happy!
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Christmas Rendezvous Part I, Chapter Twenty Seven
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. The final day of term came to a screeching end. The Entrance Hall was filled with an odd assortment of trunks of varying colours and
animals of all species. Students were milling about, waiting for McGonagall to lead them to the scarlet Hogwarts Express. Standing against the
massive staircase was Mynee, her arms wrapped about her lower belly in a protective gesture. A deep burgundy dress clung to her frame, a pair of
black dress robes over it, a mass of thin golden bangles on her wrists. She waited nervously for Jacobith to arrive. She had very grudgingly agreed
to go to the castle over the Christmas break, her constant thirst for knowledge driving her to learn about her kind. A slight sigh escaped her ad it
turned into a horrified squeak when somebody wrapped their arms around her waist. She relaxed instantly when a familiar voice caressed her ear.
"I caught you. I thought your uncle would have been by to pick you up by now."
She winced inwardly. She still had not told Draco that she as not a human. He thought a distant family relation who just so happened to be a
wizard was coming to pick her up.
"Uncle Jacobith should be here any moment no."
"I should give you your present now, shouldn't I? It pains me so to think of you leaving without a Christmas present from your boyfriend." His tone
was light and playful as he took a hand off of her waist to retrieve something from his pocket.
Mynee spun around in his remaining hand, a slight glimmer in her reddish hues.
"But Draco, we said no gifts..."
"I know that, but I couldn't help it. I saw it and knew you had to have it."
She smiled warmly to him, careful to keep her top lip over her slightly larger then average canines. He took his hand from his pocket and offered a
relatively small package. It was covered in deep forest green paper, not Slytherin green but something richer, and tied with a red ribbon so dark it
was nearly black. She lifted her eyes from it, the corner of her mouth rising into a grin.
"Merlin ya little prick, now I feel all guilty about not getting you anything!"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Would it sound excruciatingly corny if I said you being here was enough?"
She raised a brow slightly. "It'd be really sweet, but also painfully corny at the same time." She deposited the small box into one of the inner
pockets of her robes and then threw her arms around his neck.
"Thank you so much for the gift, I'll give you something when I get back."
He brushes his lips across the tip of her nose, a smirk alight on his face. "You don't have to give me anything Poppet. You know that having you
accept me is enough."
She winced visibly at the nickname. The night before the exams she had had that nervy spaz she had conjured a DVD player and a television and
watched several movies, Pirates of the Caribbean among those that she had watched with him. He had started calling her "Poppet" after she told
him he looked like one of the pirates as a joke, he still had not stopped. She shook her head slowly and pecked his lips.
"Still a mystery to me as well. I suppose you catching me when Potter knocked me off my broom rather helped."
A thoughtful look crossed his face. "I guess that did help my case some. What would you have done if I had paraded into the Common Room one
day and swept you off of your feet into a mind-blowing kiss?"
"I would have kicked your ass." She said simply.
The couple laughed softly to each other and Draoc pulled her closer to him, lowering his mouth to her ear.
"Are you sure you have t go away for the entire break? We could have so much fun." He purred quietly.
Mynee shivered slightly at the tantalizingly heady promise in his voice. She sighed and light kissed the flesh in front of his ear, the barest of
gossamer caresses.
"So tempting my pet...But I must go with Uncle Jacobith, I promised." Her voice was barely above a hushed whisper.
"We could always creep up to our dorms and tell him your indisposed."
She did not answer him at first and he took this as a sign of approval. The hand that was resting on her shoulder blades slithering languidly down
her back until it reached the small of her back, the tips of his fingers rested on the beginning of her bum. He pulled her body full up against his and
lowered his mouth down to catch her lips in a searing kiss.
"Miss Granger!"
The two sprang apart like terrified rabbits, she turning her rapidly colouring face up to her "Uncle Jacobith".
"Err...Uncle Jacobith! This is my boyfriend Draco Malfoy."
Jacobith raised a brow slightly at his sudden alias, but did nothing more. He offered a deathly pale and frigid hand towards him, silently noticing the
protective yet possessive arm Draco had around her waist.
"Pleasure Mr. Malfoy. As you already know I'm Hermione's uncle Jacobith...Granger."
Draco slowly shook his hand, noticing "Uncle Jacobith's" momentary pause before he uttered the last name of Granger. He quickly filed it away in
that back of information about his girlfriend that did not make sense.
"The pleasure is all mine Mr. Granger."
Jacobith rested his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it harder then was necessary. "We should no now Hermione, come along."
She looked at him hard for a minute, and then crushed her lips against Draco's in a last kiss. "See you after the holiday Draco, don't go snog
anyone until I get back."
He laughed quietly and ran one of his hands through her hair. "You know I won't. Hurry back, I hope you like your present. Just don't open it until
Christmas day."
He kissed her hard and then ran up the stairs. She sighed quietly and shouldered her bag. "I'm ready. How are we going to move my trunk?"
Jacobith looked at her with a mildly amused expression on his face. He extended his hand slightly and the four stone trunk lifted from the ground.
"Witches and wizards aren't the only ones with magic Alora."
"Oh...Would you mind telling me what the hell Alora means? Both you and Nickolas called me that!"
The trunk faltered, the front of it nearly plowing into the floor. "Do not say his name Alora! Spies of the enemy are everywhere." He hissed.
"What the fuck? You sound like a cheap attempt at a mystery novel! Just forget it...Before we go, I need to pick up Evi."
"Evi?"
"Oh, Evig Sol. He's my very lovable and loyal thupalp."
His eyes bulged. "You have a thupalp? How in the fucking hell did that happen?"
She smirked snarkily at him and adjusted her bag, "I don't want to talk about it. He's in an enclosure a couple meters into the yonder forest."
If Jacobith had anything to say about the enclosure, he kept it to himself. He shrugged as if his previous outburst had never happened. They
hastened out of the school and headed down towards the tree line behind Hargrid's hut.
"Evi? Evi, clove, com on, it's time to go."
'Go? You never told me about us going somewhere...'
"I didn't? My mistake. But we have to go now."
The hybrid of a bat and dog nodded slowly and followed her out of the fenced in area.
'Mistress, where are we going?'
"Home of the Vampyres, Evi. I have been told that I'm needed. So that means you're coming along too."
He turned his head towards Jacobith, baring his teeth in a menacing canine- like grin.
'I don't like him.'
"You and me both pooch." She said softly, her eyes downcast.
Jacobith looked at the two of them and then shook his head slowly. He had no respect for this chit of a 'Pyre, hut he knew most that saw her
would be awestricken at the sight of Evig Sol the thupalp.
"Come along Alora, we must get to the Castle before night falls."
Mynee looked at him for a moment and then let out a quiet giggle. "Before night fall? It's not even noon yet..."
"Walking on foot takes time. What did you think we would do? Transport there with out minds?" He threw that out without much thought.
Hermione Drakula had been the only Vampyre able to do that, but she had been dead for centuries. She raised a brow slightly at him, one of her
hands trailed to the thick black fur on Evi's neck.
"That's exactly what I planned on doing...It's not like its hard or anything. Her voice was rather col as she looked down her nose at him.
His face remained passive for a moment while his hand whipped up and hit her cheek with an audible crack.
"You defile Alora Drakula's name you insolent chit! Only she could transport with her mind!"
Mynee's hand covered the rapidly bruising print on her cheek. It would be black and green within moments. "You bastard!" She hissed angrily.
She tightened her grip on Evi's neck and ripped a picture of the castle from Jacobith's mind. The Vampyre let out a yell of pain, a dribble of black
blood trickled out of his nose as she transported herself and her thupalp. His eye's bulged when their bodies blinked out and quickly wiped the blood
from his lips. He had to get to the Castle as soon as he could. He had to apologize to the chit...
Mynee's knees hit the ground and a hollw cry came from her lips. She lifted her eyes from the crackling, desolate earth around her. A
massive forest started about fifty yards before her and rising majestically out of the green was a massive mountain made out of iron grey stone.
Perched towards the top was a castle at least twice as large as Hogwarts that gleamed slightly in the midmorning sun. Evi snuggled softly beside
her, licking his fur rather moodily.
'You could have made that a little smoother Mistress...'
"Be quiet Evi! I made it as sooth as possible under the circumstances," She squeaked.
She pushed herself up into a standing position, her hands flying around her in her attempt for balance. Evi positioned himself under her thrashing
hands, steadying her.
"Thank you..." She muttered softly.
The two of them only took a couple of steps towards the massive forest when four tall people materialized out from behind the trees. The figures,
clad completely in skin tight black leather of some sort, strode towards them and then stopped. This close up, Mynee could tell that they were all
male. One took a step closer to her, his pale face emotionless.
"Mortal, you are trespassing on ground where you are not welcome. For your offense you must meet with our Lord." His voice was like a block of
ice.
She opened her mouth to tell the other Vampyres what she was, but somebody crashed their fist into her temple, knocking her into
unconsciousness.
Mynee groggily woke up to the sound of upraised voices. She groaned quietly and tried to push herself into a sitting position, but she found
that her hands had been bound together with coarse rope. Her eyes quickly scanned the plain room consisting of a small off white bed and a crude
rendition of a chamber pot. A soft snort came from her and she easily broke her cords like they were a single strand of hair. The 'Pyres who
captured her obviously thought she was a weak mortal. The heavy wooden door swung open and a man with thick black hair looked frantically
around her small cell. When he saw her, he let out a quiet sigh.
"Alora...I am terribly sorry about the way my guards treated you. They did not hurt you, did they?" Concern was heavy in his voice.
"No, they did not harm me, except for this lovely knot on my temple."
"But what about the handprint of your cheek?"
She gingerly touched the sore flesh. "They did not do this to me." Her tone was clipped.
The man looked at her for a moment, and then offered her his hand. "Come along, no Vampyre should have to dwell within human quarters."
Her eyes widened slightly at him. She ripped her hand out of his and pushed some of her hair out of her eyes.
"A Vampyre shouldn't have to dwell in human quarters? What the hell are you talking about? You act like they're animals!"
"Well, they are aren't they?"
She looked at him with something akin to horror on her face. She shook her head and quickly transported herself to the space behind him. When
her feet hit the ground she began to sprint through the fridige stone hall. Was her kind all like that? Did they all see humans as animals? Her trainer
shod feet slapped against the ground, but in her earnest to get out, she did not see...BANG!
Mynee's butt hit the ground and she let out a sharp cry of pain. She looked up into a pair of hard hazel eyes.
"What is the meaning of this?" He bellowed.
Her brows snapped together and she pushed herself up to her feet, ignoring the pain lacing up her spine.
"Why the fuck are you screaming at me you mother fucking bastard?" She hollered right back.
The man's eye grew angry and a vein in his neck stood out a good several centimeters. "How dare you insult me you insolent human chit! I could
have your head for that!" Spittle flew from his mouth as he yelled.
She balled her hands into fists and was about to scream something back at him when somebody came at a dead sprint up the hall.
"Sir! Sir please don't be offended by the girl! She's just a..."
"Human I know Xander! But why is she out of her holding cell?"
Mynee's face contorted into a pissed off scowl as she let out a bloodcurdling, very human, scream. Both men were silent immediately and the
redness in her eyes diminished blazed fiercly.
"Shut the fuck up the both of you! I am not a bloody human! I am as deas as you are! And stop talking about me as if I'm not here!"
The hazel eyed man looked at her with a derogatory smirk on his thin lips. "If you aren't a mortal, then what and who are you?"
"I am a Vampyre and my name is Hermione Granger. Though I don't see why a stupid oaf like you would want to know that." She said, a sneer in
her voice.
The men's faces, which were already considerably white, paled. The man she had dodged earlier, gulped nervously. "You are Hermione Granger?
The Alora Hermione Granger?"
She crossed her arms over her chest and snorted darkly. "Who else would I be? Hermione Drakula? I think not."
The two men looked at each other and then Gabbling Rude Obscenities the Spitting Sloth or GROSS, the one with hazel eyes bowed quickly to her.
"I apologize profusely for my behaviour Alora Granger! I will take you to Alor Drakula instantly." He reached out to take hold of her forearm, but she
jerked away.
"Don't even think about touching me you piece of shit. Just take me to Nikolas."
The men unconsciously drew in breaths when she used the Vampyre lord's first name. She snorted again. "Stop acting like a bunch of First years
who just heard an upperlass woman utter something disgusting! Just show me to him." She hissed, exasperation heavy in her voice.
GROSS nodded several times and scuttled off. She followed him with OAF, Obscenely Atrocious Fart, bringing up the rear.
Mynee trod on GROSS's heel purposely for the twentieth time in five minutes. She was horribly bored and the beginning lances of hunger
wer prodding her belly. She seriously hoped they would reach Nikolas soon, she needed to feed soon. She trod on the back of his shoe again and
he whipped around, fuming. She smiled sweetly to him, curling some of her reddish hair around a forefinger.
"Will we be there soon?"
"Yes! Stop walking on my shoes. We'll be there soon." He turned and strode off.
She shook slightly with swallowed laughter as she dutifully followed GROSS. Suddenly, the back of her foot popped out of her shoe. She swiveled
her head around and glared forcefully at OAF, who was looking at her innocently.
"Fuck off." She growled.
"Go bugger a kangaroo."
"That the best you can come up with?" She taunted.
"I don't see you doing any better!'
"You little bastard!" She hissed, snapping her head around so it faced forward again.
She heard OAF chuckling softly behind her and she balled her hands into fists. Her body shook with anger and just as she was about to whip
around, GROSS spoke.
"We are here."
Mynee's anger was forgotten in an instant and she turned her eyes to the massive doors before her.
"Court is actually now in session, so we will have to be extremely quiet as we go in. There are always empty seats in the back, take one of those.
Once Court is out, you ,ay go and speak with Lord Drakula."
"Does he even know I'm here?"
"How may I ask would he know? Do you think we are all telepathic?"
She looked at him for a moment, deciding not to let him know about that particular ability of hers. She nodded slowly and walked towards the
doors, pushing them open enough for her to slip slender body in. A vivid light assaulted her eyes as the doors closed behind her. In seconds it had
passed and she was able to see again. Up on a dais was a man with shoulder length black hair and velvety orange eyes. She knew immediately
who this was.
"Nikolas." Little did she know that she had both said and thought the name.
She moved out of the aisle and took one of the empty seats, her eyes on the black haired male.
Nikolas's head jerked when someone whispered his first name in the sanctuary of his mind. For a moment his black blood boiled until he
remembered the only creature that had ever been able to break the walls he put up around his mind. His beloved Ermine who had saved his
immortal soul from dying. His hand, which had been resting on his knee, curling into a fist as his dead heart beat for a slow minute. He looked
around the cavernous room, searching for the woman, that voice had definitely been feminine, who had so reverently spoken his name. Apart from
the few squabbling 'Pyres before him, there was only one other in the entire room who met and kept his faze. He quickly took in her cinnamon hues
and her reddish hair that reminded him so much of Ermine. His brow furrowed slightly and he reached out a tentative tentacle of his power out to
lightly touch her aura, hoping beyond all hope that this was the Granger girl with the same first name of his beloved.
'Excuse me?'
Mynee jumped slightly in her chair when a hesitant, pleasant male's voice echoed quietly in her mind.
'Err...Yes?'
'Miss Granger?'
'Yes?'
'Nikolas Drakula.'
She was silent for a moment. 'Ah...How did you know I was here?'
'You spoke my name.'
'Oh, so you heard that? You must have excellent hearing.'
'You spoke directly to my mind.'
'Sorry...'
'It's quite all right. Once Court is out please stay here. We need to talk.'
'Yessir.'
Mynee folded her hands in her lap, forgetting for the moment about the bigotry boiling around her.
Several hours later, Mynee was shaken out of her stupor by the noise of many people moving. She watched about one hundred people file
out through the door and then got to her feet. She started walking towards Nikolas, her arms crossed over her abdomen. When she was a few
steps away from him, somebody grabbed her arm and jerked her to a stop.
"What are you doing? No one is allowed to come near Lord Drakula unless they have an appointment."
"I don't think I need an appointment. He's expecting me."
"Why would he be expecting you?
"Because I'm..."
"Miss Granger!"
She turned her head a little and smiled a little. "Hello Nikolas." She was not actually sure if she should call him that, but it had the proper effect on
the guy holding her shoulder. He jerked his hand away and looked between his sovereign and the girl child.
"You may go now. She will not harm me any more than you would."
The guy looked at her for a moment and then nodded slowly. He turned on his heel and followed the last few stragglers out of the massive room.
Nikolas waited a few minutes before starting to speak.
"Welcome home Miss Granger, welcome home."
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Weee! The first Christmas episode is OUT!!
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel